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[glassartpeasants]

One Piece Asylum Au .01

Asylum Patients!Kidd, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Sanji, Killer, x F!Reader

Warnings: asylum au, mention of self harm (not in detail just in passing), medical malpractice, angst, mention of death, I AM NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL/THERAPIST

A/N: Alright so the majority won the vote for female protag, Im sorry my gn bros just know that i do love you guys <3 also, this chapter just has Luffy and Zoro in it so far

prologue

music playlist

~~~

Pulling into the parking lot, the view of your new job made you swallow the lump in your throat. While yes, you’ve already taken a tour or ‘orientation,’ this would have been your first actual day on the job. You’ve studied long and hard for this opportunity, yet you couldn’t shake the shiver that’d run down your spine when you entered the hospital.

Taking a deep breath, you put your car in park before stepping out and making your way to the front doors. The cold metal of the doorknob bit against your skin as the door squeaking echoed off the walls. 

The eerie silence that was once outside was now filled with murmurs and patients' voices. The silence of the morning is replaced by the talking of oneself, and conversations about god knows what. LED lights shine down on you as you take off your coat, the biting cold of fall now gone.

Leaving the entryway, you can see equipment lining the walls of the hallways: some old, some new. There was even one that looked like it hadn’t been used in decades. It looked familiar, but you couldn’t name it exactly. Walking up, you notice another thing lying next to it, which also catches your attention. Touching it, you notice it’s made of cloth and leather before it finally clicks back into your mind after entirely unfolding it. You’ve seen it in your textbook while studying the old medicine practices in college—specifically, those they deemed mentally ill in those days.

“Are these…straight jackets? I thought they stopped making these in the 1950’s. How the hell is this still in such good condition?” While sure you remember the head psychiatrist talking about some of the patients being in restraints, you thought it was just something she was joking about. A little way to spook you or whatever. Because who in their right mind would use these things in the 21st century?

You pulled back before wiping your hand off your pants, as touching it felt wrong. Looking each way down the hallway, you quickly pull out your phone, turning it on to snap a picture of the jacket before swiftly putting it away. The urge to be sneaky and secretive at your new job felt crazy, yet something inside you told you to be.

Taking another quick look around to ensure nobody saw you, you rush to the employee break room, at least where you remember it to be. 

“Okay, if over is the kitchen…and the dining room is over there…then the break room should be-ah!” Turning the corner, your met with a patient wearing maroon clothing. Most likely, uniform/scrubs for the patients since you didn’t see a name tag.

“Oh gosh, you scared me, haha. But it's okay. Are you lost? Do you need help?” You approach them with a calm and cool voice, not wanting to agitate or spook them. “What’s your name? I’m Dr. (L/N), I’m new here.”

The patient refuses to speak but looks at you with a less guarded look. Examining them from afar, you see the peculiar straw hat on his head. 

“I like your hat. It suits you well.”

“...you think so?”

Sending a smile, your happy that the patient finally felt comfortable enough to speak at least a few words. “Yep! Can you tell me your name so I can know the owner of such a cool hat?”

“I’m Luffy.” His voice was lighter as he smiled at your compliment. His aura of standoffishness melted as he faced you fully.

You remember the head psychiatrist talking about him. His case and the notes you wrote down to help you. “Oh, Luffy! I’ve heard good things about you. I’ve been waiting to meet you! What are you doing right now, huh? It’s early in the morning. Wouldn’t you like to sleep?”

Luffy’s face drops as it seems that the happiness that was once there has disappeared. “No. I hate sleeping.”

“Oh? Why is that?” Luffy stays silent as he looks away from you. “It’s okay. If you don’t wanna talk about it right now, we don’t have to. How about you show me around? Specifically, where I can clock in and officially hang out with you?”

This seemed to make him feel better as he smiled. “Yeah! This way!”

“Perfect. Lead the way.”

~~~

After clocking in and grabbing your walkie-talkie, you allow Luffy to show you around. Of course, you’ve seen it yesterday, but he didn’t need to know that. He seemed content with helping you, and having the residents be comfortable and safe with you would be in your best interests. This was the perfect time to start that journey.

“Do you have any friends, Luffy? Surely someone as cool as you has friends.”

“Yeah! I have my crew! Zoro is my swordsman; he’s working on being the world’s greatest swordsman! Then there’s Sanji, who’s the cook! He makes the best food in the whole world, and he’s gonna see the all-blue!”

“Wow, sounds like an interesting few. I’ll have to meet them.” It’s nice to be able to look into Luffy’s mind without probing him with personal questions. “Do you have any other friends?” Luffy was practically buzzing with excitement to the point you thought he’d start bouncing off the walls.

“There's Torao! Jaggy sometimes whenever he’s allowed out of his room.” Raising a brow, you look at Luffy. You’ve never heard those names before. Could they be part of a different wing of the hospital? Or did they perhaps get new patients after you left yesterday?

“Oh? Are they new? I don’t think I’ve met them before. Do you know their room numbers?”

“104 and 105! You should meet them. Torao is a surgeon, and Jaggy is a mechanic! Their pirates just like me!”

Ah, there it was. The pirate delusions you were told about. Maybe you could peek into his mind more and ask questions. Pulling out your notepad, you begin to write down some notes of the things Luffy is saying. The most important is the pirate fixation.

“Really now? Tell me more about this pirate crew you have.” Luffy begins to open his mouth, but before he can speak, a loud voice booms through the halls through the intercom.

“BREAKFAST IS READY! PLEASE ESCORT PATIENTS TO THE DINING ROOM!”

The voice repeats those words three times before the intercom goes silent. Why couldn’t they have just said it through the walkie-talkie? No doubt, patients could hear the noise from their rooms, and how it might cause some patients distress who are scared of loud noises. Maybe you could speak to the head about it.

“Well, that was pretty loud. But I guess it’s time to eat. We can walk there together, but I have to go get more pa-friends. Yes, friends.” Thankfully, you managed to catch yourself before anything.

Leading the way, you and Luffy walk to the dining room. The sunlight lighting the room through the windows. Showing the sunrise, colors of pink, orange, and yellow painting the sky.

“Is there assigned seating, Luffy? Or can you guys sit wherever?”

“It’s assigned.” The voice of the head psychiatrist comes from behind you, causing you to jump from your spot. 

“Ah! Jeez, Dr. Cross, you scared me. I didn’t hear you coming.” You must be easily jumpy today because you don’t think you’ve felt your heart stop as many times as it has in so long.

“Apologies. Here, I will take Luffy to his seat. I need you to grab 102’s food from the kitchen and bring it to him. He bit a nurse last night, so he’s in seclusion.”

“What? He seemed okay yesterday. Did something set him off? Was there an incident?” A feeling of unease races down your spine as Dr. Cross narrows her eyes at you. Why was she seemingly displeased with you asking questions? These are reasonable questions, given the occupation you both find yourself in.

“Nothing. He just snapped. It’s a common occurrence.” Turning her head, she grabbed Luffy’s upper arm and began to lead him to his seat.

Her seemingly aggressive behavior toward patients set alarm bells ringing in your head. There was no need to use force when Luffy was calm and cooperative. Making a mental note, you watched her for a second more before going to begin the task she gave you.

~~~

“Zoro, are you awake? Breakfast is ready. It’s biscuits and gravy with orange juice and scrambled eggs.” Knocking on the door, you unlock it before entering. “I’m coming in, okay? No need to panic.”

Upon opening the door, your greeted with the sight of a muzzled green-haired man sitting in the corner of the room. He has his back to the wall and his gaze aimed directly at the door—at you.

“Hey Zoro, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Dr. (L/N). I just started today, but I’ve been waiting to meet you. I brought you some breakfast.” Slowly but surely, you make your way to him before setting it down in front of him.

“Can I come near you to talk your mask off? I want you to be able to eat and gain some nutrition.” There was a moment's silence before a grunt could be heard emitting from behind the mask. Taking that as a yes, you stay crouched down as you wobbly made your way to him.

You quickly show him your hands. “Look, I’ve got nothing on me, it’s okay.” Moving your hands, you unbuckle the clip at the back of his mask. When you withdraw your hands, you take the mask with you instead of letting it hit the floor. “There, all gone. Don’t worry; it’s not going back on anytime soon.” Shoving the mask in your pocket as you speak.

Standing up, you feel the walkie-talkie in your other pocket begin to go off. “Dr. (L/N), are you still in 102?” It didn’t sound like Dr. Cross on the other line, so you grabbed the walkie-talkie to communicate with the person on the other line.

“Yes, I am. Is there something wrong? Who’s talking right now?”

“It’s Nurse Piper. I’m on Cedar Wing, and I’m having trouble with a patient. Dr. Cross is unavailable at the moment, and I’ve already gotten another nurse in here.” You could hear the stress and exhaustion in the nurse's voice. Looking down at Zoro, you reply.

“Understood. I’ll be right there. What’s the room number?”

“333 on Cedar Wing.” Letting out a hum, you put the radio in your pocket.

“Alright, Zoro. I have to go for now, but I'm sure we’ll see one another soon. Enjoy your breakfast.” Turning your back, you go to the door. As soon as you open the door, the sound of frantic footsteps rushing towards you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Zoro sprinting at you at full speed.

You practically teleported when you left the room and closed the door behind you, locking it. It was only a millisecond before you heard Zoro pounding the door and screaming.

“Bring them back, you stupid bitch! I know you have them! I just saw them! Give them back to me!”

Without thinking, you try to back up, only to trip on your own feet, causing you to land on your butt. The pain didn’t even register as his obscenities and bangs against the door filled your mind.

It was apparent you being there upset him, so you didn’t want to get him more worked up, so you scurried away from his door. Darting to 333. His transition from docile to hostile was very concerning, something that obviously needed to be looked into. The only thing that you can think of is that when you turned your back to him. Was he waiting for an opening to attack you, or was it a triggered reaction? When you get done helping the nurse with 333, you’ll do some more digging into Zoro’s files to see if anything pops up.

Making your way to the elevator, your shoes echo in the hallways. The smell of disinfectant burns your nose, making it itch, as the scenery around you feels cold and unwelcoming. The aura the place gave wasn’t one you felt was appropriate for helping patients. You wanted them to feel comfortable like this is a place where they’d be safe. Some call this place home, so it should feel like a home. 

There were so many things about the hospital you wanted to change. How did they expect people to be on their best behavior if they feel outcasted?

You'd have to think about it later; right now, you were helping the ones who needed it most, including co-workers.

~~~

It felt as if your body was on fire as you sat down on your office chair, exhausted and out of breath. After what felt like forever, you managed to calm patient 333 down.  Having to wrestle a 6’3 man trying to cut off all his limbs with a butter knife he somehow stole was not on your to-do list for your first day. You knew you’d have to document the incident, so wiping the sweat off your brow, you log into your computer. With a few taps of the mouse and a password or two, you're finally able to document and enter the patient's files.

Name: Buggy, ‘The Clown’; real name unknown

Age: 39

Height: 6’3

Location: Floor 3, Room 333 on Cedar Wing

Incident Detail: At 9am, it came to the attention of nurses that 333 had obtained a butter knife. We thankfully caught him in time before he could harm himself or others. There was a struggle to get the knife back, lasting a total of twenty minutes. Most of said time was trying not to get stabbed by the patient. We had to calm down the patient with a sedative Dr. Cross had prescribed to him when he gets aggressive—syringe injection.

Entering the incident, you read up more about the man in 333. Why was he here? Does he have a history of self-harm? What was his treatment plan?

After an altercation with ex-best friend, he was sent to New World Asylum in order to seek help. He has told nurses to tell his neighbors to ‘be quiet’ when there’s been no patients near him. Will steal things reflective or he deems worth a significant amount of money: quarters, metal water bottles, utensils, pieces of trash, anything.

Has been influenced by a new patient into becoming a ‘pirate.’ Convinced he has a superpower or ‘devil fruit ability’ called ‘Chop Chop.’ Claims he can split parts of his body off and control them. He has cut off his pinkie finger after being left unsupervised. Must NOT be in the same room as 101 at any point in time. Will get very agitated and violent.

“Luffy? Why does he not like him?” Sure, Luffy’s a little out of it, but so far, you haven’t seen anything worth getting angry for. Then again, you’ve only been working here for three hours if you look at the clock. You got here at 7am, and it’s 10 now. How were you supposed to know someone with only three hours of entering their life. You honestly had your work cut out for you.

~~~

You surrounded yourself with files of each patient you were assigned to, determined to see anything to ensure they got the important care they needed to integrate back into society. Incident reports, pictures, documents on why they were sent here, to begin with—anything and everything.

Yes, you were already told about the reasons they were here yesterday, but you still wanted to read it for yourself. Learn from the source rather than word of mouth. But to Dr. Cross’s credit, she did nail it spot on—everything matching to a T.

Upon looking into Zoro’s file, you also look and write triggers for each correlation from your encounter with him and possible memories of the reason he’s at the hospital. As you pull up pictures of him before the incident, it’s here; you see his lover's face, and it clicks. The two of you had the same colored hair and seemingly wore it the exact same way. So when you turned your back to him, he must’ve thought you were his lover for a moment, so upon turning around and he saw it wasn’t them, he thought you had taken his lover away. 

“Hmm, this is a good start to work on when we have our first session to try and talk about everything.” You write yourself a note to change the style of your hair before entering his room, put on a hat, or simply walk backward. 

While some may say you're doing too much, why shouldn't you? This is their home, and it’d only take a moment to change. You could go outside and look however you wanted at home. And since this is technically where they live, they should feel safe and have a sense of self in their own sanctuary. 

Putting your files and notes aside, you check your emails, wanting to see if there have been any updates about the patients or their schedules.

Seeing the exclamation point near the inbox, you click on it. The email was personally addressed to you with Dr. Cross’s name as the sender. As you open it, you see a detailed time of who and when you’ll need to evaluate and speak to. Each having their own precautions as to ‘danger level’ or how easily they are to agitation. By the looks of it, she wants you to start off slow with whom she deems the ‘easiest.’ 

Grabbing your clipboard, you put down the proper paperwork, all your questions, and suggestions before leaving your seat. With an exhale, you grab the doorknob and open it.

“Perfect! You're here!”

The unexpected surprise of an unknown nurse has you gripping your heart and jumping back into your office. “Jesus! Why didn’t you knock? Does everyone around here enjoy scaring me..?.”

“I was going to! You just opened it!”

As your heart slows down, you finally grasp her appearance. She was an older woman in her late fifties or early sixties, with years of nursing etched into her skin. She smiled welcomingly and seemed genuinely ecstatic to see you. Coughing, you awkwardly introduced yourself.

“Well, anyways, my names Dr. (L/N). I haven’t seem to have met you yet.” Putting out your hand, you wait for her to shake it. Instead, she pulls you in for a hug before grabbing your hands as she pulls away. Thankfully, your clipboard was safely tucked under your arm.

“It’s so good to finally see a new face! We haven’t gotten one in so long! Your such a pretty lass. I’m sure everyone will adore you! But where are my manners? I’m Nurse Mallory. I’ve been working at New World Asylum for the last 41 years! I know this place like the back of my hand. Any questions, just ask me!”

Her happiness was almost suffocating. With how bright she was, it was like looking into the sun without sunglasses. You'd like to say you were a positive person yourself, but this seemed like a whole other level. That or handling and being all over the place in the span of at least four hours had turned your brain into mush, and finally, talking to someone who didn’t seem as stressed as everyone else was a change of pace.

“Alright. I’ll keep that noted. Thank you, and it was lovely to meet you, Mallory.” Smiling, you grip your clipboard and pull out your pen.

“It was lovely to meet you too, dear! Oh! Word of advice: perhaps bring a satchel with you. It can get pretty busy here, and you won’t have time to go to your office and grab something before being off to your next patient or helping to calm a rowdy patient.”

With a questioning look, you stop moving and look at her. “A satchel? wouldn’t that be a safety risk to myself and/or the patient if they got a hold of it? Or saw files that weren’t theirs in the risk as well?” You ask.

“Nonsense, darling! Every doctor carries one! Dr. Cross and Dr. Philip both have bags to carry things around. You’ll be just fine.” Her smile put you at ease and unease at the same time. But the prospect of being free of running back and forth constantly and being late did sound nice.

“I’ll think about it. But thank you for the advice.” Waving her goodbye once more, you turn to make your way to Pine Wing 101.

Monkey D. Luffy.

~~~

Knocking on the door, you make your prescence known to avoid anything that could upset him. Better to be safe then sorry.

“Luffy? It's me, Dr. (L/N). I’ve come to grab you for our appointment today. I simply wish to talk. Nothing serious today.” Entering his room, you see him standing on his bed, seemingly getting ready to jump off.

“Dr. (L/N)! Look! Watch this!” You were quick to scramble towards him. Wanting to avoid any unnecessary injuries. 

“Woah, Luffy, wait! Before you jump off the bed, let’s talk first, alright? I’ve heard that jumping off gives you a huge headache after. So how about we wait, hmm? How are we supposed to learn more about one another if your head is pounding? So let's get off the bed, and after we talk, you can show me.”

Luffy frowns before looking at you. “You promise you’ll stay after so I can show you?” Promising to stay and watch him jump off the bed and hurt himself wasn’t on your to-do list, so some word play had to be involved.

“I’ll stay for as long as I can. So let's get down and go to the small office. I even had a nurse put some candy for you guys.” The sound of chocolate has Luffy perking up before safely getting off the bed and rushing toward you.

“Perfect! Now the room is right around the corner.” Leading him out of his room, you enter the office.

The space was nothing like you expected. Instead of what should feel like a welcoming environment, felt the exact opposite. The walls were a dark red, and the wooden floor looked like it hadn’t been replaced in years. Ratty couches and chairs. The coffee table had a piece missing out of it, for god's sake! If this were to be your new ‘office’ for talking to patients specifically, then there were to be drastic changes. Starting with the ratty decaying couches and coffee table.

“Apologies for the mess. This…will be much different next time you're in here.” You lead him to the couch before sitting yourself on the chair. “So how about we start by telling something about ourselves, hmm? To break the ice? I’ll go first. For example, something that makes me calm is a nice calming song playing as I bathe. What’s something that makes you calm or helps you wind down when you're upset?” Luffy stayed quiet before speaking.

“I like to eat meat! Eat and hang out with my friends!”

“Ooo, that sounds like fun! What do you like to do with your friends?”

“Sail! Be pirates! Once we get out of Impel Down then we’re off back to sailing!” Impel Down? They didn’t say anything about that on his chart. Could this be a new delusion? Is he getting worse?

“Sailing, huh? Any particular reason you think? Or is it just something you wanted to try randomly?" Grabbing your clipboard, you write down everything so far before waiting for his answer.

“My brothers and I used to make boats all the time! We’d tie up sticks together and see if they’d float on the lake! We even saved up money to buy our own boat one day! We were gonna be pirates together!” Luffy said happily before his grin turned into a sad look. His shoulders slumped as the gleam in his eye dwindled.

“That sounds like fun. So sailing gives you a feeling of nostalgia and an urge to press forward?” Based on his file, which says his brother's death caused him to be here in the first place, it comes to click that perhaps the pirate world he speaks of is a way to try and remain happy so as not to confront the reality of his brother's death.

Yet he made it sound like there were two brothers. From what you’ve read, it sounds like there’s only been one. Perhaps there's something even deeper to Luffy than you initially thought. 

But you’ll save the speculation for later. At this moment, it was about showing them you were a safe space—a person he could talk to if something was wrong, a person they all could talk to.

~~~

here ya'll go. I like drawing (Y/N) idk why

You in your perfectly appropriate therapy room

[darnell-la]

WHEN I CALL DIBS — I MEAN IT

pairing: dark & jealous!billy hargrove x new student!reader

summary: Billy always calls dibs on women, and when Steve gets what’s his in less than a week, Billy can’t seem to keep desires and anger away from her.

warnings: cnc, non-consensual kissing, manhandling, begging, crying, choking, rough sex, threats, etc.

Note: billy hargrove is one of the darkest characters we write about. It’s not hard to see how evil he really is, and a part of me likes that — anyway, we apologize for this shitty post. we made this in like 30 minutes…

———

Y/n thought she’d hate this town. That was until she met her classmate Steve Harrington, who made her laugh at any second he could. It’s only been a week, and he’s already asking her out to a house party.

“It shouldn’t be bad — I heard the punch will be out of this world,” Steve said, making y/n think harder. She loved drinking if it was sweet, and Steve seemed like a trustworthy person to drink around. He never once gave off a creep vibe, and she loved it.

On the other hand, Billy Hargrove, who sat in the back of every one of her classes with Steve, gave her vibes she’d never felt before. The way he always looked at her if they made eye contact made her want to look away as fast as she could.

“Maybe, I have to make sure I don’t have work to do,” y/n said, making Steve chuckle. “There’s no school tomorrow — You’ll be fine,” Steve said, only pushing y/n forward to wanting to go.

Billy’s blood boiled once she said yes to Steve’s night out. He hated how happy they were, and that no one else could see their flirting during class.

Billy had called dibs on her the moment he saw her on the first day. Steve wasn’t there, but even if he was, Steve loved a competition. It would make him sick if someone like Billy Hargrove got a girl like y/n. He wouldn’t know how to treat a sweet girl like her.

“Wanna match? I could come over with my outfit, then we can look through your closet to see what you have,” Steve said, not hiding how much he wanted to be close to her. It’s only been a week, but there are no rules to High School love.

After class, Steve ran to PE while y/n walked to her next class. As she went to turn a corner, she was met with Billy Hargrove leaning against the wall. He had been waiting for her.

He couldn’t stand how much Steve and her spoke, yet y/n hadn’t said one word to Billy since she arrived at the school.

“There you are,” Billy said as he kicked off the wall. “Hello?” Y/n said, not really knowing why he had been waiting for her. They’ve never spoken, and he always mean-mugs her.

“Heard you’re going to the party tonight- with Harrington — I think you can do better,” Billy said as he scanned the younger girl's figure with a smirk. “It’s not a date, just a party,” y/n said before she continued walking, already not wanting to speak to Billy ever again.

“Then you should go with me — I’d make your night fun before and after the party,” Billy’s voice carried behind her, making y/n roll her eyes. She just knew Billy Hargrove was one of those men.

“Not interested,” the younger lady said, thanking God for being several steps away from her class, but she wasn’t expecting Billy to grab y/n’s forearm and pull her inches away from her body.

“Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me when I’m offering you something, understood?” Billy growled. His eyes seemed darker than usual, making y/n wiggle to get away, but he was too strong.

“That’s how I know you’ve been around Steve for too long. Get the fuck over here,” Billy pulled y/n to the nearest bathroom he could find as she tried begging him to let her go. Billy looked strong, and now y/n would be able to confirm.

“Billy, let me go!” Y/n finally shouted. Seconds after, Billy pushed the young lady against a wall, gripping her neck to keep her still for a deep kiss. Y/n continued to push and scratch at the for man, but that only made him chuckle.

“Get off!” Y/n screamed with enough force that wouldn’t have actually gotten him off, but because he was surprised by her fight, he backed up. No woman has ever seemed uninterested in him, like y/n has been.

“Don’t fucking touch me again, or the whole school will know,” was all y/n said before she rushed out with tears in her eyes from the violation she’s never felt before.

Billy stayed in the bathroom, knowing that if he went after her, he would have to ruin her with too many people around to hear. He’s never felt anger like this in his life. He’s never thought about doing something like this to someone in his life.

Y/n was now tipsy on punches she swore she couldn’t finish if what happened to her today never happened. It’s almost like that fear and anger pushed her to down every drink she filled for herself.

“You don’t have to drink anymore if you can’t — We still have a long night ahead of us,” Steve said as he pulled y/n closer to him by her waist. “They’re better than I expected,” y/n slightly slurred, making Steve chuckle.

“Do you mind if I stay the night at your place tonight? You know, to make sure you get to sleep and wake up at a good time to study,” Steve tried his best to seem as sweet as possible to spend more time with her. It’s almost like he doesn’t ever want to leave her side.

“You can stay,” y/n smiled, making Steve pull her into him more with a big smirk. “Then drink as much as you want, princess,” Steve slipped out a name she’ll never regret hearing him say.

Throughout the night, y/n had completely forgotten about the assault Billy had done to her earlier that day. She felt unbelievably safe around Steve.

“I’ll be back,” y/n said to Steve before telling him how much she had to pee. Steve wanted to go with her, just to be close to her for her drunk night, but he didn’t want to push his boundaries.

Y/n quickly made her way to the nearest bathroom, only to notice the line. She cussed to herself before she made her way outside. The house was huge, and she knew there would be space somewhere for her to squat.

As soon as y/n found a tree, she ran behind it and popped a squat. The release she felt made her sigh. It’s like she’s been waiting all night to pee, but never wanted to leave Steve’s side.

“Funny to see you here,” a voice had come from behind the tree y/n was leaning on, making her scream and fall to the ground. “What the fuck!” Y/n said as she struggled to pull up her leggings. She still hadn’t seen who the person was, as she was too focused on covering herself up.

“No need to pull them back up, sweets,” was all y/n heard before the man hovered over her. Y/n fought and screamed, feeling a familiar body against hers. That’s when she took a good look at the man and noticed who it was.

“Been waiting for you to leave Steve’s side for hours. Thank God you for coming out here, way away from the party — We need to have a talk,” Billy said before he began ripping her thin top off.

“No- Stop it!” Y/n yelled at the man, fighting harder than she’s ever had to do. All Billy did was chuckle as he pushed the young lady's legs against her upper body. Y/n struggled to fight with her leggings still wrapped around her knees, restraining her from pushing Billy off.

“I just know your cunts tight,” Billy said as he took a look at y/n’s folds. He being shaved only made this a miracle for the man. “Billy, please get off of me- Please!” Y/n begged as the man quickly pulled his hard on out of his jeans.

“You think I’m gonna listen to you after all that giggling you did with Harrington? You must be one of those dumb bitches, huh?” Billy said as he grabbed his cock to line up.

Before y/n could beg him further, the man forced himself inside of her, causing y/n to cry out in pain. She felt herself rip in a place she’s never felt before.

“Yep — You’re fucking tight,” Billy groaned as he pulled out just to laugh back in, making y/n arch her back to get rid of the pain, but nothing she did helped. He was too huge, she was unprepared, and tense.

“So glad I get to fill this pussy before Harrington — He doesn’t fucking deserve you, you know? Swear to God, if you guys get together, I’ll ruin you every chance I get,”

Y/n cried harder at the thought of Billy trying to claim and own her. She had only been here for a short week, and Billy was deep in her cunt and thoughts. She was terrified, and that’s all Billy wanted. He can’t wait for her to make him this upset again. Maybe next time he’ll force her to her knees in front of Steve to show them both how things work around here.

[glassartpeasants]

All I can feel is anger and it makes me wanna jump on the other side of the phone and beat the shit out of kid

ultraviolence - eustass kid

genre: angst

tw: toxic relationship, physical abuse, aggression, cheating, emotional abuse

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[mywastelandperfection]

[arcanegifs]

Here's more comparisons of Arcane Gifs before and after I color and sharpen em!

[mischiefmagpie]

Veilguard doesn't feel like a Dragon Age game for a multitude of reasons:

It doesn't allow you to butt heads with your companions over *anything*. It doesn't allow you to even converse with your companions outside of scripted scenes — you can't just approach them and open a dialogue wheel until they want to talk to Rook; you'll just get one-liners Rook can't respond to and passive NPC-exclusive interactions that Rook happens to overhear.

It doesn't allow you to ask about/discuss the world, culture, organizations, or its history (i.e. any previous installments, or your character's selected backstory). It never references any game outside of Inquisition, and barely references Inquisition despite being a direct sequel to it. None of your previous games decisions are imported or considered. There isn't even a proper "canon" they present, the past is just a void.

There's no small side stories, barely any ambient/passing npc talk, nor many side quests, (let alone complex or fulfilling ones just filler for large scale plot), there are companion Loyalty Quests that all converge to the main story that ends in a Suicide Mission.

Veilguard doesn't feel like a Dragon Age game, because it plays like a Mass Effect game.

[ickytreats]

One order of CNC Santa

Santa is perfect for CNC! Breaking into my house he doesn't want the milk and cookies. No, he wants the pretty little thing who fell asleep with no panties. That does the same thing every year just taunting him.

Gropes my body as I sleep, tugging and squeezing my tits, runs his hands up and down my thighs, soft pecks on my lips, until he lets himself play with my cunnie.

This is all so wrong, he knows it! But he can't help it. He watches as I squirm in my sleep, I live alone. No one will find out if Santa had some fun not even the missus. Pulls out his cock and is panting in excitement. Groans as he pushes into me as I whine slowly waking up from the big stretch. He's whispering soft words almost like reassuring both of us, even though I can't hear them.

Once I wake up he's already fucking me with soft and needy thrusts. I panic tightening around him trying to push him off. It's no use as he apologizes between moans and pins me down by the neck. Now pounding into me harder, I try not to moan as I shake my head and plead. But something about him is so comforting and warm.

For being Santa he's a little mean, his grip on my neck occasionally getting tighter, his thrusts heavy and deep. His hand trails up to my cheeks, squeezing them together and making me kiss him. Makes me look him in the eyes as I cum on his cock. His moans and grunts are louder than mine as he continues to fuck me groaning about how tight I am. Finally cums in me, making me take all of it as we look at each other.

Pulls out and watches as his cum flows out of me and how my legs shake. The sight makes him wanna go again but he can't. Apologizes again for being a naughty Santa while trailing his hands softly. Tries to soothe me back to sleep before leaving promising to keep me on the nice list.

I feel like this isn't the only Santa thing I will write…maybe even Krampus…

[kneel-gayman]

his ass is not reading (he cannot see)

[quiteros]

Cw: 18+, mdni, dubcon, assumed somnophilia, mc is a perv :P

Kind of taking from this idea, but Mc who sneaks into Caleb’s room every other night to sleep beside him. At first it’s innocent, you just take one half of his bed, still a good distance away. It’s almost sweet so Caleb lets it slide, pretending to be asleep. But with each night your confidence grows, you get closer. Soon you’re cuddling his arm, then you have a leg over his, and one night— you think you’re being subtle— you begin grinding on him.

It quickly becomes routine for you to use his body as he “sleeps”. Sometimes you stay sweet, only touching yourself beside him— he thinks you just like his presence. Sometimes you become puppy-like, leg locked over his thigh, humping him wildly. On fortunate nights he’s got your bare cunt pressed against his cock, everything in him praying to keep quiet.

Caleb thinks it’s fine to indulge you a little, let you get closer and closer but never cross the line… until he has to grab your hips when you start to line yourself up— and in a panicked accident, forces you all the way down.

[gor3-hound]

paint the town red

ft. pyramid head x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dead dove, snuff(i think it counts for written work idk), big size difference, stalking, murder, physical injury, heavy non-con, gore, blood, violence, p in v, monster fucking

a/n: i'm so nervous to post this idek why 😭😭 um it's very dd:dne so proceed with caution! i lost followers after the cannibalism fic lets see if it happens again lmao

word count: 1k words

You've been running for so long that your lungs burn. In the distance, the loud screeching of the metal of that creature’s weapon grating along the concrete is the only thing letting you know he’s still hot on your tail. There's a heavy thumping of footfalls as he follows you, seemingly aware of every move you make. No matter how fast you run, he always seems to be close by, never faltering in his chase.

The fog is endless. The air is thick and starved of oxygen, making it harder to breathe and worsening your fatigue as you try to escape. You should be thankful for the creature's noise, as you can barely see two feet in front of you. You'd been drawn to this town, and now it would not let you go. Not until you had paid your debts - it appeared the Executioner himself would be the one to claim the price.

One wrong turn was all it took. It was so easy to get turned around in the fog, and you find yourself growing uneasy as an eerie silence settles around you. You can feel his presence, even if you can no longer hear him. There's an unmistakable terror that rises within you when he's nearby, like your subconscious can sense him even when there's no sign of him. The heavy thuds of his footsteps stop, and your steps falter as you try and figure out where to go next.

You didn't get the chance to make that decision.

You hear the familiar screech of his blade dragging along the floor right behind you, but before you can run, a strong arm settles around your waist, dragging you back against the hulking figure. He doesn't speak as he grabs hold of you, but you can hear the heavy breaths coming from underneath his large, triangular helmet.

You try your best to fight your way out. No matter what you do, he doesn't flinch. His breathing doesn't change. There's not a single sign that you're even hurting the thing. You kick back against his legs, hard enough that if he was human, his knees would give out. You claw, scratch, punch…

Nothing works.

He drops his weapon, and you don't stop panicking. He's no less intimidating without it - his hulking figure is a looming presence over you, and you're sure that he could snap every bone in your body without even trying. You scream as loud as you can, your throat turning scratchy and your ears ringing at the sound.

It doesn't matter. Nobody's coming to help you, and the creature only gets more excited by your torment. When you feel the evidence of his excitement, your blood runs cold.

You can feel his hardening cock pressing against your back, and you know any attempt to fuck you would kill you. It was long, and probably thicker than your forearm. You beg for him to let you go, plead until your voice grows weak. It just watches with sick satisfaction, waiting for the moment you give up and go limp in his arms.

In one fluid motion, he's got you pinned to the floor. His hand is harsh against the back of your head, slamming you hard enough against the ground that your nose breaks, blood pouring out steadily. You scream in agony, and the thing behind you lets out a pleased grunt, reaching under his bloodied apron to free his cock.

It ignores you as you beg for him to stop - to just kill you. His large hand rips right through your jeans and panties, leaving just enough access for him to push inside of you. It grows increasingly frustrated as any attempts at entry fail, eventually deciding to stop playing ‘nice’ and just thrusting his hips forward as hard as he can, tearing right through you.

Your throat is raw from how much you're screaming, your fingers clawing helplessly at the concrete below you. Your thighs are coated in a wet substance, which you vaguely register must be your own blood.

You're sure you're going to pass out soon. The pain has your body going numb, your body growing slack underneath him as he begins to thrust. Your mind tries to go somewhere else, but it's impossible to ignore the intrusion. Your stomach bulges grotesquely, the outline of the monster's cock visible even as he pulls back before slamming back in.

Your pulse weakens as he forces himself further inside, thrusting as deep as he can manage. You're barely conscious, bleeding and drooling all over the concrete beneath you. His thrusts falter slightly, and you feel a flicker of hope that this would all finally end.

Hope that is quickly ripped from you as soon as he grips your neck from behind, his hand squeezing your throat and cutting off all your oxygen. Good things don't survive in Silent Hill, and you should have known your brief respite wouldn't last. You raise your hands to try and pry him away from you, but it's no use. He's too strong, and you're too weak, only seconds away from passing out.

His thrusts resume, knocking you forward into his vice-like grip on your throat. You hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to your family. No one would know where to look for you - you'd just become another body lost to the horrors of this town.

Your chest heaves as you struggle to take in breaths. Your body consorts unnaturally as he starts to tug you back into his thrusts, a sickening crunch echoing in the air before he drops you back to the ground, your lifeless body thudding against the concrete.

The pain finally stops, the release of death smothering you like a warm blanket. The Executioner peels away from you, your blood joining the other victims’ on his apron. His punishment has been delivered, and he returns to stalking the town of Silent Hill, his knife dragging along the floor with that sickening sound echoing through the fog.

[magicpiano]

Dark AU, Arkham patient! Jazz Fenton.

Sadly, Jazz Fenton is convinced that her brother Danny is still alive, that Phantom didn't kill him, that ghosts are actually sentient and not necessarily evil. Clearly she was brainwashed by Phantom who was pretending to be her brother.

The GIW graciously don't charge her with the crime of violating the anti-ecto act by protecting ghosts as a kindness to her parents who have done so much good work. She is sent to a mental hospital outside of Amity Park because they think she will recover better away from ghosts.

Well Arkham doesn't know what is about to hit it and Jazz is going to do whatever it takes to escape and save her brother.

[theloveinc]

i feel like daddy eijirou needs a homebody daughter.. a daughter with no hoes if you will.. whos favorite activity is imagining fantasy scenarios while listening to music..

who’s friends are as simple and innocent as her.. conversations always light and fluffy.. boy band this.. cartoons that..

he’s all the happier for it..

ive always felt that out of all the daddies, kiri would be the least fearful about fucking reader.. not sure why, but that big ol man would have his girl bred and conked out 25/6..

And all his other daddy friends are so jealous of him!!! There's Kats with his precious gem of a daughter (who's sweet and loved beyond words but doesn't yet know true satisfaction, much to bakugo's painful restraint), and then there's Deku's little girl, a little minx of a thing (who can never seem to be wrangled this way or that, deku only just manages to get a grip on things before she's off disobeying again, and he's always been so hesitant to be rough with her)...

But Kiri's got his perfect angel, who he never needs to worry about, only ever reward with kisses and treats and cock for being such a dear little daughter-wife... you don't even like toys, that's how suited you are for him, anything other than his dick and thick fingers and tongue makes you weep to take because it's just. not. him !!!

It's so funny when the girls come over for a play date of sorts, giggling with you in your princess pink room with soft pillows and on top of silk sheets, and Kiri's in the kitchen giving his boys a beer, listening to them lament about the struggles of fatherhood... only to have nothing to say when it's his turn to complain.

'cos while Bakugo's going on and on about his rock hard blue balls and Deku's weeping cuz he accidentally spanked someone's ass raw... the only thing Kiri's got is about how you passed out last night two orgasm earlier than usual, and that's probably only because you helped Kiri make dinner and clean up after (even tho you woke up early to take care of his morningwood, not that that's all that unusual)... 🥺🥺🥺)

They ask him how he manages to keep such a good girl and he's honestly not sure what to say. Maybe it's because he spoils you rotten, maybe he's just lucky or something?

[lyiswriting]

Plus size!reader x Stalker!OC

Past mention

Things about Landon!

I kinda want Landon to be like a Punk/Jock. Idk I'm figuring it out

How I'm thinking they met

Met the reader in the subway. It was a rush hour and the train was packed and she was standing in front of him. He didn't pay attention at first just scrolling on his phone. Until he looked up and they accidentally made eye contact. He fell so quickly, he couldn't stop looking at her as she squirmed. His gaze making her uncomfortable, she thought he was handsome but why would he be looking at her. Reader doesn't question her beauty but it's still weird.

Offered her his seat but she refused as it was already hard to get around and her hips weren't about to fit in that space. He insists but she keeps refusing. Eventually they both drop the conversation but Landon doesn't stop looking at her. Taking in every inch of her, even sneaking a picture the best he can.

Things he starts to do

He starts purposely missing his usual train to take the same one as reader. Once this starts to affect his schedule he changes it so it can fit. Doesn't even need to talk to reader as long as he gets to look at her.

Observes everything about her. Her style, purse, pins, keychains, anything! To try and get more information on her, soon enough he catches a glimpse of a tag on her purse. That's how he gets her name and quickly takes it to social media.

Starts to purposely push people out, makes sure there's a seat next to him. Once this fails the first couple times and reader doesn't sit next to him he re-thinks. From observing he notices she tries to take as little space as she can. And from media he finds out people complain about plus size people sitting next to them. So he starts to stand, stands next to her, glances at her phone, down her shirt, and into her bag if he can!

Subway can get pretty rough so when they hit a rough patch he always uses it as an excuse to get closer. Putting his hand on the bar next to her, "stumbling" into her, grabbing her so she "doesn't fall" all with that innocent charm of his.

Diary keeping. Writes down everything! Even if it's the smallest glance it will have almost a whole page. What reader wore, if she had a snack, how she looked, and not only the stuff you can see. But the stuff he's imagining, the bra color, the beauty marks, the positions.

He starts incorporating her into the things he does. I'm not sure what I want Landon to work as but reader does make her way into it. If it's art she is his muse, he draws her and paints her body all the time. Over and over making sure every detail is just right not leaving a single mark. If it's music, his lyrics describe her. The plush of her hips, his need to grab and bite. If it's business or something of the sorts he creates things that allows plus size people to be more included. Like more sizing, open spaces, and things he knows she will like.

Reader isn't Landon's type.

By reader not being Landon's "type" I mean he has never been with a bigger woman. He's stereotyped to be seen with that classic skinny, blonde, and blued eyes. It will play into the gaslighting and manipulation I have planned for him to do.

Landon is used to getting what he wants.

Even if he has to fight for it he will have it. Anything and anyone. He's patient and will achieve. Yes, this does mean he would kill for reader.

Reader makes Landon feel like he's never felt hormones before.

He's confused himself because he's never been shy with women, always had options. So the way that he can't get her out of his head is insane to him. Spends hours and hours just thinking about reader, drawing, writing, rewatching videos he's taken, printing pictures, picking out gifts to send her, and watching porn but looking for her. Anyone that looks like her but it's never enough because it's not reader!

I'm so happy and grateful for the support on the first post! So here's some stuff I have planned for Landon. Definitely more to come and more scenes!

[lunarriviera]

"I just want to be one of you guys, I don't want to be left out. It feels really bad!" [Fei Du, imitating Lang Qiao except making it deliberate amateur-hour sajiao]

[auspicioustidings]

Savage

Summary: Request for some Scottish warrior Soap taking an English maiden as a prize.

Words: 3.7k

CWs: Violent non-con (I am so serious, do not ready this if it's not your thing), hardcore smut

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Authors Note: This is very much a rape fantasy. Traditionally rape fantasies have historical grounding in minorities who felt ashamed of their own desires so had to fantasise a situation in which they were blameless for engaging in a stigmatised action because it was forced. It’s sort of where a lot of the noncon trope in bodice rippers comes from because women in unhappy marriages need a fantasy in which they can get rid of the shame for wanting passionate or rough sex because they imagine they fought against it. A lot more people have rape fantasies than people generally realise and truly a miniscule barely there number of them would ever think it was ok to actually assault someone. All that to say, this is not me condoning anything in real life. If you find fantasies like this don’t do it for you, then do not read it, but don’t then shame people who do. There is psychology behind why people fantasise about these things, it’s pretty normal and you don’t need to be worried that it is some moral failing. Mind your business.

It was a miraculously good match for you, a high ranking soldier of the King’s army. You were technically of noble blood, but just barely. You lived simply, not in a large house but in a small village where you held no sway over anyone else and were treated as common. But the village was close to the border between England and Scotland and every day it became more tense as whispers of raids from villages to the West skittered between houses like rats.

You didn’t know how your uncle had made arrangements for this beneficial marriage for you, but it would get you moving South in a few days time to marry and then you would finally be able to relax with this war much further away from you. You had heard horror stories of what happened to young maidens when savages came pillaging. They said that they didn’t wear anything under those kilts, they said it was to make it easy to bury their cocks in any hot hole they could find. They said they didn’t have any tame qualities, not like the English. Scottish men were feral, the comparison to dogs not holding water because at least dogs could be trained. 

When you retreated to bed you got on your knees to say your prayers. As always you had to beg forgiveness for the licentious thoughts that sent thrills straight to your cunt whenever you thought about the images all those rumours put in your head.

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The noise of chaos woke you in a panic, heart hammering against your ribcage as the smell of smoke drifted on the air and war cries sounded. You recognised your own kinfolk of course, the battalion of soldiers stationed here to keep eyes on the border. But it was the cries of those animals from the country to the North that sent you scrambling out of bed in only your chemise, knowing you had to run and hide before they could see you.

You slipped out of the bedroom, a frightened little rabbit looking for a burrow to hop into. The smell of smoke was stronger in the main room and you could see the orange glow of flames through the window. Going outside would be a risk, but hiding in here may get you burned to a crisp should this building be lit up. You did not have time to make the decision as the door burst off of its hinges, a muscular man in a blood spattered kilt with a warrior's mohawk and wild eyes panting like a dog as he caught sight of you.

You were frozen, unable to even breathe. And then after a beat his mouth stretched into a horrid manic grin as he bounded towards you. That finally shifted you from freeze to flight as you scrambled back through to the bedroom, trying to get to the small window. You threw the top half of your body through the gap but his rough hands grabbed your naked ankles and yanked you back, hard. You felt the chemise catch on the window frame, the fabric bunching up to completely expose you to him before he let go of your ankles letting you crash to the ground. 

Your knees throbbed from the hard floor and by the time you were trying to crawl away he had his hand in your hair, brutally pulling your head up and craning it to look at him leaning over and getting into your face.

“Hear I have a wee noble bitch on my hands.”

Of course he would know. There were families here who would tell them anything to save themselves and pointing them in the direction of a noble maiden, one who was betrothed to an English soldier at that, would certainly be information that could spare them. The shouts outside sounded more heavily weighted towards those in his own gruff and growling accent now. The English soldiers were losing.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about ser” you cried gently, not knowing how else to save yourself. 

“Bonnie words” he growled, pulling so sharply at your hair that you thought your scalp might be bleeding and using his other hand to grope meanly at one of your breasts through the rough fabric of your nightwear.

You cried out, feeling the tears immediately spill over and stream down your face. He was so strong, you could barely budge against his hold, and he reeked of blood and fire and sweat and hot arousal. You squeezed your eyes shut and he only growled at you.

“Ye’ll keep those eyes open, yer going tae watch yer wee English cunt take me like a whore or I’ll take yer tight arse instead.”

You choked on a sob and opened your eyes, seeing that his were full of sick glee and heat. The hand groping at your tits moved under the chemise to cup roughly at your sex and he pulled you to your feet by that hand. You screamed at how it felt as he abused you with his hand, grinding the heel against you. You felt a hot flood of bitter shame as he swiped a finger violently through your folds. What he found there made him pause for a moment, his face lighting up in unrestrained glee.

“Fucking English slut. Y’er dripping.”

You had heard women who said it would be better to be wet if they were to be taken against their will. You did not agree. Him knowing that your traitorous body found his rough abuse of it arousing was so humiliating you felt you would rather die. He was so oppressive in his demeanour, so big and aggressive above you that you imagined he may break your bed with what he was about to do to you. How foolish of you to think he would have that level of mercy.

“Going tae show all those bastards how their women take Scottish cock” he laughed, spearing two fingers inside you to their full length with no softness at all and pulling you by them.

You could not breathe. You had never had anything inside you and those two fat fingers felt like they were stretching you so much you would tear. He walked backwards so he could keep them firmly inside you and you stumbled pathetically after him, needing to keep as close to him as possible to stop the painful press against your walls that came from him pulling if you did not move. 

The shame was overwhelming as you emerged, full of his fingers and stumbling after him with tears streaming down your face, to find that your country's soldiers had been defeated with the survivors on their knees, hands bound. You were being paraded in front of them you realised, they had been put right here in the town square so they could bear witness, the Scottish soldiers standing behind them feral and full of lust as they took in their leader pulling you in front of them by the cunt. 

When he ripped his fingers out of you, your knees buckled and a high whine left you. You had went from feeling too full to feeling far, far too empty. You could barely hear anything but the blood rushing through you as your heart hammered. That and him as he taunted the soldiers on their knees. 

“Our women would ne’er let ye touch them, they’d die first. Yer clean wee English princess on the ither hand?” he said, planting a booted foot to your chest and pushing until he had you pinned on your back underfoot, “she’s gagging fir it. Foaming at the gusset tae take strong Scottish cock, put a real warrior in her belly.”

His own men cheered at that and you watched on with horror as he cocked his head at one of them and he began to approach you. 

“Naw a monster though am I my wee slut? Ye’d be wet enough fir one of their small English cocks nae doubt, but fir mine? Going tae need something to help me sink in good and deep.”

The other soldier went to his knees between your legs and you watched as he pulled his throbbing cock from under his kilt, jerking it violently. You tried to move away, his cock so close you could feel the heat of it between your legs, but the boot on your chest held you still. When you tried to close your legs the man touching himself used his other hand to wrench one of your knees until it was touching the ground, using his own knees between your thighs to help him keep your glistening cunt fully on display.

When the head of his cock stroked through your folks, slicking you with his pre-cum and bumping at your clit, you were so overwhelmed that you didn’t quite manage to bite back your moan. They laughed meanly at you as the man found his release, spurting hot cum all over your pussy, smacking his cock against your stomach when he was done to shake off the last drops.

It was filthy, you felt sticky and like you were on fire. The next soldier took his place and spat right on your already disgusting cunt as he began to stroke himself. By the time he had painted you with his seed and the third was started, the man above pressed his foot harder to get your attention and all you could do was stare up into his taunting eyes, trying to focus on him so you could not think of what was going on between your legs. You cried up at him, trying to find any level of sympathy in him.

“Keep crying and I’ll gie ye something tae cry about princess.”

Oh you hated him calling you that when you were pinned down in the dirt, defeated soldiers of your country watching as their enemies smeared their cum all over your exposed body. Watching as they made a sloppy mess out of you in preparation for their leader to shove his cock deep inside and pump you full of his savage children.

You did not know how long you stared up at him, not able to look away as you felt the heat of his men on your body, your own body getting hotter and hotter with each slide of velvety throbbing skin against your own. He had started to talk to you, his eyes not budging. It wasn’t the defeated soldiers he was taunting, it was you, ruined and disgraced under his boot.

“See how good I am tae ye little whore? Letting my men make ye flush wi pleasure. Don’t deny it, think I cannae see yer face whenever ye feel a cock on that wee untouched pussy? Like a fucking bitch in heat. I’ll fuck ye like one. Get ye on yer hands and knees so ye can look yer precious King’s soldiers in the eye when ye fall apart on my cock. When ye’r fucking begging for my cum. Wilnae even have tae dae any work, ye’ll be fucking yourself back on me ye needy slut.”

You shook your head in horror at his claims, the true fear being that he would make them true. Already you felt in a daze, felt empty and desperate. But you felt fear as well as he put his arm under his kilt, rucking the fabric up to grab at his cock. It was huge and you found yourself panicked and squirming as the last of his soldiers grunted and slapped the meat of your thigh to get you to stay still. You were rambling incoherently as the man above stroked slowly at himself, causing that thick weapon between his legs to throb and seem even bigger. 

“It won’t fit, it’s not going to fit, please I’ll die, you’ll split me open. It’s so big no no I can’t, I can’t!”

You didn’t even feel the last of his soldier’s loads splatter onto you, didn’t notice when his hands left your flesh. You would have rapidly purpling skin in the shape of fingerprints all over your thighs from how you had been held still by all of them, but you could not feel the dull pain of it through your fear of what was to come.

“Ye’ll take whit I gie ye and ye’ll fucking thank me princess.”

He removed his foot and it was only then you realised that he had been pressing down hard enough that your breaths had been shallow. The rush of oxygen from being able to fully expand your lungs again made you horribly dizzy, but it also flooded right down to your clit and made your body jerk violently with the sensation. 

He didn’t take his hand from his cock and he bent so he could use the other to grab your ruined hair again, yanking your head up and shoving himself into your mouth. You choked, legs scrambling to get underneath you to give you some stability with which to batter your fists against his thighs, trying to pull away. He laughed meanly at your attempts, moving the hand that was touching himself to join the one tangled in your hair on the back of your head and pulling your head at the same time as he thrust forward, settling himself fully in your throat. 

You were gagging around him, tears really streaming down your face now as you begged him with your eyes to let you breathe. He held you there, his own eyes glittering with satisfaction, until your muscles started to give in and you felt your eyes dropping closed as your brain became cottony. Then all at once he pulled you off and you were gulping in oxygen around your coughing and sputtering, the rush much more intense this time. 

He held your head tilted up at him so he could watch your face as he shoved his boot between your legs and got you over the edge. Oh weren’t you a delicious little thing for him, getting off so hard on how he used you, moaning shakily and wantonly in the dirt beneath him in front of his triumphant soldiers and your defeated ones. 

“Good fucking girl” he growled with a feral grin, letting you ride it out with little aborted thrusts on his boot, unable to control your body. 

You looked gone, eyes glazed and body slack. Couldn’t have that, he needed you screaming for him. He needed your blood fighting between being frozen with terror and boiling with need. And he needed you full of him, needed to be able to feel his own cock through your stomach so fucking clearly that he could jerk it. 

You were thrown forward, top half of your body collapsing pathetically into the dirt right where it was covered in the sweat and cum of his soldiers. He manhandled your hips up, leaving your face crushed into the dirt and your ass up high for him, cunt presented. You felt his hot breath at your ear and it was a sudden shock when you realised he was growling lowly into your ear, his words for you and you only.

“S’going tae hurt, yer going tae scream yerself hoarse for me and then I’ll get ye tae milk me when I rip pleasure out of all that pain. Will treat ye right after little princess, like one of my good Scottish lassies, but right now ye’r my fucking English whore.”

The confusing mix of sentiments cleared some of the fuzziness from your mind but you had no time to dwell. He was right, it did hurt and you did scream yourself hoarse. He had lined himself up and plunged into you, cock coated and slick from the cum of his soldiers but no less huge inside your tight virgin pussy. He had split you in two, you were sure of it. His cock must have broken through you, was sitting in your ribcage and punching all the air from your lungs.

You blacked out for a moment, coming right back to when he pulled out to fuck brutally back into you again, slapping your ass so hard that you felt the sting all the way up to your fingertips and making you choke on the sob that fought through the screaming. He ripped at your hair, making you look at the defeated soldiers on their knees. Making you watch their own cocks swell at your treatment. Your utter ruination was making them hard. Your head being wrenched back meant you had to go to your hands as he pounded you, and you saw how they looked as one of your breasts was fucked right out of the chemise, bouncing lewdly for them to see with every hard thrust.

The humiliation had you digging into the dirt like you had claws, feeling the bite of the earth pushing under your nails. It sparked something in your brain, almost like you could see them sharpen. Like you could feel your shoulder blades become more pronounced, become something sinewy and sleek and animal. He was fucking you like a predator and you were drooling and howling and panting like his prey, back bowed as he pulled your hair harder and had to staring at the sky babbling prayers into the night air. 

“S’too much, can’t, I can’t. Full, too full.”

“Ye fucking can. Yer tight fucking cunts trying tae strangle me, wants my cum so bad naw? Perfect English pussy, so slutty and needy for a real cock” he growled, hand letting go of your hair and smacking your ass right over where he had before, causing you to howl at the pain. 

The pain and something else, something that had no place here and yet had been lingering from the moment he had caught you. Something that had been getting closer and brighter and more insistent with every abuse you were subject to. Something that he invited in when your arms collapsed beneath you without him holding your heads weight anymore and he ground your face into the ground before bringing his hand to your clit and pinching. 

Your scream was raw and hoarse, throat well past being able to produce a clear sound. The orgasm was blinding and every bone felt like it had liquified. You saw white and then you saw hardly anything, only vague shapes and colours. The only thing now was how his cock filled you. The shame was gone, replaced with the truth that you loved this. You loved how he used you like this, how he violated you in front of these soldiers just because he could.

“That’s it princess, fucking take it” he hissed, stopping his thrusts and letting you do all the work.

You didn’t even realise now how you wildly fucked yourself back on his cock trying to chase the pain of overstimulation, addicted to the way it made you feel some sick hazy pleasure. You were drooling onto the dirt, tasting the earth mixed with cum and finding the disgust of it only felt right now. When his hand came to your stomach and pushed to feel himself bulging there you came again, harder, babbling thank yous to him.

He bit out a string of curses above you as your pussy squeezed so hard it was forcing him out, but he was strong as he forced himself balls deep and held there, finding his release as you milked everything out of him and into your womb. The liquid heat of it was the last thing you felt as you passed out, blissed and fucked out of your mind. 

–

John MacTavish allowed himself a moment to lean his body against your back, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt and cum and fear and lust from your limp body. So good for him, took it perfectly. He hissed when he finally pulled out, resisting the temptation to just keep going beyond what would feel good because fuck, being inside you had been a religious experience. 

He was nothing if not a man of his word though, and he scooped your body gently into his arms to get you onto a horse and ready for him to take over the border where he could give you that princess treatment he had promised. The surviving soldiers they would leave beaten and bloodied but not dead. After all, someone had to tell your betrothed all the details.

-

“Fucking MacTavish” he hissed after excusing the man who had given the report.

He had made him give it in full detail, told him to leave nothing out. 

“Kept her alive by the sounds of it, maybe looking to get a bastard out of her” Garrick mused.

“Knowing him he’ll keep her near the border to taunt us instead of moving her further up North” Price added.

Simon Riley would not be letting his betrothed get away with allowing MacTavish of all people to take the maidenhood that rightfully belonged to him. She needed a proper punishing fuck from an English man to learn better.

“Doesn’t matter where he keeps her. I’m going to take her, and she’s going to learn what happens to sluts who spread their legs for those Scottish bastards”.