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Twine Thingy

Chapter one is out!

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i read the termina levi x reader fic, its so cute! can you write more fluff with him?

Okay so.... It's super late for a response and this might not be fluff but... It's Levi x Reader content? XD

I mean, I consider it fluff by Funger standards lol

Warnings: Crucifixion Scene, Amputated Limbs, Canon Typical Fucked Upness, Voyeurism, Barely Conscious Sex, Dubious Consent That Turns Fully Consensual

They danced their Black Sabbath around your half dead body. 

Where were your legs…? 

If it weren’t for that August gentleman, you’d be dead. You would be doubly dead without Levi carrying you into a relatively safe building, with Marina in tow as she explained what needed to happen in order to ensure both your and Levi’s survival.

“…no. There… must be another way-“ Levi was already weak from his own wound, a missing arm. Yet he carried your legless and crucified body through the hellish streets of Prehevil…

You would be grateful and apologetic… if you were conscious enough to even acknowledge what was happening around you. 

“There is no other way. You know this. I certainly do-“ Marina frowned deeply as Levi shook his head. His pale face was a shade of grey that was uncomfortable to look at. He was suffering from blood loss and likely an infection, and he was still balking at her idea. 

He can’t do it to you. It’s… It’s not right. 

“I… won’t. They- They can’t- They’re half dead as it is-!” Marina threw her hands up in annoyance. 

“Yes! That’s the point! They’re going to die, Levi, and you will too if you don’t do this! The ritual circle is already made! Just… do it. For yourself and for them if it’s so distasteful to you. Wouldn’t it be better for them to be pissed at you than fucking dead?!”

“…” Marina was right, but Levi didn’t like that. 

In fact, he hated it. 

The ritual was simple: an old Sylvian ritual that hasn't been used in centuries, something called a “marriage”, according to Marina, but Levi didn’t know much about it. All he knew was from what Marina told him and… it just felt wrong to do, especially because you couldn’t accept or reject this proposition. 

‘It’s better if they’re alive and mad than dead with their modesty intact!’

She might be right. …no, she is right. Again, Marina is right. You were in bad shape, worse than Levi was, but he wasn’t doing much better. A fever was beginning to break out within his body, and it took all his will power to remain standing and alert to his surroundings. 

He doesn’t have a choice. He’s going to have to perform this marriage ritual, even if you were half dead and half unconscious…

“…Will it work if they’re- they’re all-?”

“Half dead? Yeah, it should work. I bet they want to live as much as you do, and I’ve noticed how they dote on you when you think I’m not looking-“ Levi flushed at the insinuation, but it only highlighted why he didn’t want to do this even more. 

’Am I taking advantage of them? No, I don’t have the luxury to wonder about such things. We’ll both die at this rate, so I’ll have to make that choice for the both of us.’ 

Levi sighed as he began to undress. 

There was no room for modesty. You were already undressed, thanks to Marina, and Levi looked away and flushed both from sheepishness and from the sick feeling that crawled up the back of his throat as he witnessed the full extent of your injuries. How are you even still alive…? He hesitates as he reaches his undergarments. Marina notices this and becomes annoyed

“What are you waiting for? They’re going to die, you know?!” He knows, he knows, damn it! But-

“C-Can you just turn around…? This is bad enough without you watching-! HEY-!” Levi half heartedly tries to stop Marina from jerking down his briefs, but gives up because he knows she is right. He can’t afford any luxuries. This is war again, and you'll die if he hesitates any longer. Levi shakily steps out of his undergarments, with Marina’s help, and is directed in between your mutilated legs. 

‘There’s bone… Your body is a ruined mess from just above the knees and lower. It was a rushed, sloppy job with inadequate tools. Levi wrestled with disgust and blood loss induced nausea as he stared at both the blood leaking from your half-legs and his completely flaccid cock. 

“...you have to get hard in order to do the ritual, you know.”

Alll-mer almighty-! 

“I… know that. I- I can’t just-” Levi struggled not to gag. He’s seen worse. He has. He’s seen similar injuries during the war, to boys younger than he was at the time he was enlisted. It’s not the nature of the wound that sickens him. Hell, it’s not even the ritual, itself, that was tripping him up. It was… it was you. 

How can they do this to you without your permission…?

“...I can’t j-just do it. I- I don’t know how I’ll-

H-HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! MARINA-!” Levi was horrified that other girl had randomly decided to reach down and grab his genitals with a curious hand. As terrified as he was to pull away, Levi did try. But like most things after waking up on the train, it was utterly pointless. Marina always did what she wanted, and it was especially true now that she’s gone and accidentally began to care about you and Levi. 

Damn it… 

“Just- Just shut up! I know my way around a dick fine! Just… try to think of something else, alright? They’re… looking bad.” Levi forced his eyes open and nearly fainted when he saw how pale you were. 

Your breath was laboring and a cold sweat had broken out across your body. It was only a matter of time before you died of blood loss or shock… Levi made a face as Marina began to fondle him, but he let his shoulders slump and his eyes closed as he tried- tried- to think of something that would make him hard. 

Or at least hard enough that he could finish the ritual. 

Think of something else… Girlie magazines. Pin ups. That one that was already in the locker he was assigned during the war. Who’s cute…? Who’s someone that’s attractive…? Levi’s thoughts falter as Marina’s fingers curl around his soft shaft. 

Women, that one lad from basic training… Fuck, his arm… It’s really gone, huh? It… doesn’t feel like it. Not really. He can still wiggle his fingers, curl them into a fist, feel his elbow straightening and folding… But whenever he tries to touch his other arm… Nothing. There was nothing. Feeling that emptiness brought about pain, and that pain sobered him from the sensation of withdrawals that pounded and pulsed throughout his head and stomach. 

How must you feel right now? 

Levi swallowed thickly as Marina jerked him off. Her movements were precise, but clinical, like she knew what to do and how to do it well, but like she didn’t have much real life practice. It barely took him out of his thoughts, as they were all focused on you. 

You must be in so much pain… If you can feel anything at all. How scared were you when you were up on that cross? He still can’t believe his old neighbors did that to you… This place is ass backwards, but to do that? He was still in shock. Maybe that’s why it was easier for him to get hard than he originally anticipated… 

“Ugh- Alright, that’s good enough, I think. Think you can do the rest?” Levi felt his skin crawl as Marina released his dick from her hold. He was only half hard, but he doesn’t think he can get any better than this. He swallowed thickly then nodded, opening his eyes and flushing as Marina wiped her hand on her skirt. 

“Well… Get to it! ‘Make love to them’, as the old texts say.” She took a seat on an old, rickety stool that stood beside a nearby wall. 

“D-Don’t watch…” Marnia almost snorted.

“And miss the show? I want to see ‘the old way’ in the works!” Levi groaned as he knelt on the floor in front of you, setting his jaw and sucking in a deep breath in order to fight back a wave of nausea that nearly had him gagging.

You look so small…

He hopes you can forgive him for what he’s about to do… Levi gently cups your face with his hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb. ‘Make love’... What kind of instruction is that? Marina verbally jabs him to hurry up, but he barely hears her over the hammering of his heart and the ringing of lightheadedness in his ears. 

“S-Sorry… I… do care about you. I really do…” He murmured under his breath as he leaned down for a kiss. It was chaste and short, but it was honest. Levi curled his toes and leaned over you as he lined himself up with your entrance as best as he could, breaking the kiss with another apology as he tried to push his way inside of you. 

There was little time to do any prep whatsoever for the two of you. This… was his first time. How utterly pathetic… It wasn’t what he wanted, but he did want it with you… Conflicting feelings rose up within Levi. This was beyond fucked up… He was glad it was him that had to do this, though. Others likely wouldn’t have been so gentle… 

He shivers as he feels himself getting harder. You stir slightly underneath him. Levi can’t tell if you are awake or unconscious. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it, and nearly faints when you squeeze it back. 

Do you hate him? He wouldn’t mind if you did, as long as you lived at the end of all of this. You didn’t try to stop him, though it wasn’t like you had the capacity to do anything. You just… held his hand, a soft, dry whimper leaving your throat as what’s left of your legs twitched. Levi felt his arm twitch, something- some kind of feeling- welling in his wound as you took your other hand and reached up to touch his bloodied stump. 

“...’s okay… ‘s okay…” Your voice sounded so small… Levi interlaced his fingers with your own, a motion you tried to reciprocate, but failed to do so due to how weak you were. Cautiously, he leaned down and gave you another kiss, which you allowed and even whined for when he pulled away a little too quickly for your liking. 

“Levi… Levi…” He shuddered and whispered your name back to you, eyes closing as it got easier and easier to move his hips. 

“...look.” Levi cracked an eye open, following your eyes to his arm, expecting to see blood or even pus leaking from the wound to his surprise… 

…it was changing before his very eyes. 

Just as your legs were. 

Bone was growing from bone, muscle and tendon atop of it, until skin encapsulated both… Both you and Levi watched in awe as your life threatening wounds were healing. Is… this the power of Sylvian’s love and flower magic? Neither you nor Levi would forget it, and Marina wouldn’t either, as she hasn’t seen such a blatant example of this magic in use, at least not while she was studying within the walls of the Vatican. 

Dressing was… awkward, though not for the reasons Levi had expected. You didn’t cry once you became lucid, nor did you scream at him as he glanced down at your new legs, clean and pristine from the knees down. You were just… subdued. Almost shy, flustered, maybe a bit on edge, though he was too in all honesty. For seeing you in such a vulnerable state, for… well… and especially for the fact that Marina watched the entire thing, and wouldn’t stop giving the two of you a look that made at least Levi uneasy in the sense that he knew she wouldn’t ever let the two of you live this experience down… 

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Thoughts on Pocketcat/Daan?

Daan? Love him, think he's a cunty bitch and I always love a man with a dark past and religious trauma.

Pocketcat? Love him, think he's also a cunty bitch and he's just such a piece of shit. I adore him!

The ship Daan/Pocketcat? I... like it, more than I have ever cared to acknowledge 💀 Something about becoming each other is weirdly romantic and also fucked up, don't you think?~

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So proud of @allofthefreedoms for getting her bachelors 🥺💕

Love you so much sis 💕

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So proud of @allofthefreedoms for getting her bachelors 🥺💕

Love you so much sis 💕

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By me a coffee, maybe? 👉🏻👈🏻

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Pocketcat Stuff!

So, I have both something to share and a question to ask!

Basically I've been trying to learn to use Twine, and figured this would be a great way to apply what I've learned! And possibly entice you with the possibility of future Twine things~

and on top of that, have some Pocketcat my wonderful partner @redmonarch made for me~

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What about some Crow mauler noncon? One of your endings H was the most canonical fic with him, but do you think there’s a possibility to be fucked by him and not die or at least delay death? (I asked myself the same ‘bout Pyramid head when I was younger lmao) Maybe if reader isn’t a human too? She can be human-like creature or smtm

I took bits of your recommendations and mixed it all together, so I hope you enjoy~

Warnings: Noncon, Grievous Bodily Injury, Implied Future Murder, Canon Typical Stuffs

He had found you before anything else had the chance to taint you with their filth, before the dungeon had mutated you into something… different. Fortunate for him, but for you? 

You have never known such pain and humiliation. 

He broke your legs, so you couldn’t flee into the depths. Your shins snapped against the crude weapon he had attached to his left arm, like dry kindling in wringing hands. Such an impressive, strong bone, reduced to splinters with a single blow. But it wasn’t the only one. He rained down hit after hit, ignoring your wails and screams of agony as bone turned into mush, leaving you crippled for life should you ever escape this terrible place. 

But you wouldn’t.

You were something far too precious to let go, something that came from the outside, not yet covered in the piss and shit and semen of the Dungeon’s denizens. Pure. He couldn’t let you go any further, not even if it meant he had to kill you to ensure you would remain human. 

And he would, sooner or later… 

Sooner or later, he would crush your skull under the weight of his clubbed arm until nothing remained but a soupy puddle where your head used to be. Before you began to change, before you started to become cruel and evil, as all things become in the Dungeon of Fear & Hunger. Before your body begins to morph into something inhuman… He’ll kill you before that happens.

But not yet. 

For now, he will use you as everything with a pulsing dick in the Dungeon uses a warm, wet hole. He will use you as the guards would have used you, as any number of foul things would have used you. As a hole to fuck. To breed, to sodomize and defile in any manner he found pleasing. 

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from his grasp…

It was always as cold as ice and as strong as iron. He pins you down by your neck, as though you have some means of escaping his violation. All you can do is wail and cry, laying prone on your stomach as you are thrusted into with reckless abandon. He didn’t care about your pain or your pleasure, he sought to only empty himself inside of you, enjoying the last vestiges of your humanity before they were snuffed out by his cruel actions. 

Someday, but not yet… 

He needed to enjoy you more. He needed this to last. He could almost, almost remember something. A different time, a different feeling than the one he felt now, at all times. It was warm, it was… he can’t remember. It flees him just as soon as it comes. Then all that is left is your waning tightness, becoming slippery and loose from the volume and intensity of his assaults, of your blood, shit and his bodily fluids. But you’re always warm, and that’s all he wants of you. Not your consent, not your joy, your passion, your tears…

Your warmth is all he needs. 

Until you begin to change… 

Then he will need your brain matter on his club…

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Patreon or Subcribestar?

I have both, but which would you prefer? How can I make either more interesting for you guys?

I want to post more content, but it's hard with me being disabled and without a stable source of income. Doing exclusively commissions has been burning me out and I want to make things that can balance my enjoyment and yours as well!

If you have any ideas, please reblog and/or leave a comment! If you could share just to spread both these platforms around, I'd appreciate it~ 💕

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Chance the Unlucky: Cristin the Sodomizer

Trying to survive in Avalon was no easy task. Chance has taken up any number of odd jobs, but bounty hunting is by far the most profitable... and the most dangerous. And knowing his luck, well... fuck ups are inevitable.

Warnings: Trans Male Character, Rape/Noncon, Gangbang, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Bondage, Spitroasting, Facial/Bukkake, Multiple Creampies, Humiliation/Degradation, Eventual Revenge

BOUNTY: CRISTIN THE SODOMIZER

WANTED: The head of Cristin the Sodomizer

LAST SEEN: Near the Ruined Market Square

NOTABLE FEATURES: Missing ring finger on left hand

Cristin the Sodomizer is wanted for crimes against Kamelot, including treason, murder, debauchery and robbery. He leads a group of outlaws known as ‘the Dirty Bastards’.

Well… Shit. 

Chance has found himself in a shit position. How could he allow himself to be taken off guard like that-?! By common bandits as well! The humiliation stung almost as much as his shoulders and back did from being placed in a pair of stocks. He glared at the bandit leader, gritting his teeth as he tried to pull his wrists free with little success. His long, braided red hair was stuck to his sweat-covered forehead and slipping out of its ties, and his beard was caked in dried (and drying) blood from having his nose broken. 

 “Ain’t no point in that. You fucked up, little dove.“ He said as he circled Chance’s vulnerable body. 

“Ain’t no flying away for you, anymore.” 

Chance gritted his teeth as the leader’s fellow bandits snickered at him. He tried to follow him with his eyes, but lost him as he went into his blind spot somewhere directly behind him. “Hmm… Not bad…” The leader muttered under his breath to no one in particular. Chance didn’t like not being able to see him, so he tried to kick at him. Tried, because his legs were shackled together and clanking loud enough to give the bandit leases more than enough opportunity to avoid any possible injury. 

“Now, now! None of that, little dove!” He grabbed Chance by the hips, pressing his crotch flush against his ass. Chance stiffened, eyes widening as he felt the leader’s hard on pressing into his posterior. “Keep that up and you’ll rile me and my boys up!”

“W-What the fuck-?!” Embarrassingly, his voice cracked a little as his eyes widened. He tried to jerk his head around in order to glare at the bandit leader, currently grinding his hard dick into his ass, but his head whipped back around just as quickly when another bandit approached him from the front. 

“What do you say we have a little bit of fun with this one here?” He produced a knife from his belt, and Chance stiffened. It wouldn’t be the first time he was tortured and raped at the same time, but it wasn’t like Chance wanted to experience it all over again. He set his jaw hard, clenching his fingers as he glared darkly up at the bandit in front of him. 

“I don’t see why not. He’s got the lips, hips and ass for a good time.” Chance began to pull on the stocks and chains again.

“Don’t-!” 

RIIIIIP!

The seat of his pants was grabbed and was sliced through with a tip of a knife. Chance felt a chill of terror wash over him, both from the close proximity of something sharp to his bits, and that this was really about to happen again. 

“Well, well! What do we have here?”

With a whistle of surprise, the bandit leader hooked a thumb into the folds of Chance’s moist pussy and pulled his lips to one side. The other bandits looked on in a mixture of shock and glee, oooing and ahhing at his hairy cunt and the promises of a good, warm fuck it would bring. He stiffened, choking on his own tongue as the back of his shirt was grabbed, the knife gliding from the back of his neck all the way down to the hem of his shirt. The bulk of it fell away from him, only holding on thanks to his sleeves, which were swiftly cut off in a similar manner.  A thin sheen of sweat had collected on his skin due to his apprehension and (shamefully) his arousal that was steadily increasing the closer the leader inspected his pussy. The bandit that was holstering his knife gave his front half a look over, humming in approval as his hand went to cup one of Chance’s pecs. 

“A real hand handful, this one is! Just look at them teats!” Chance jumped and hissed as his nipple was pinched hard, twisted and pulled on by the bandit who made his already hard nipples even harder, thanks to the stimulation and humiliation. 

“Unhand me! B-Bastards! Too cowardly to kill me, are you?! Face me one on one, and I guarantee I can kick all your arses!” Chance’s declaration sounded unconfident, his voice trembling and his threats utterly pathetic now that his clothing was torn to shreds. They all ignored him, instead looking to their leader, who had suddenly begun to rub the pad of his thumb up and down Chance’s moist slit. 

“Can we have fun with this one before slitting his throat, ser? All the women are gone for miles!” One of them spoke up, almost salivating at the prospect of sticking his dick in a wet, warm hole for once instead of his hand. The bandit leader hummed thoughtfully, circling his thumb around Chance’s clit and eliciting a sputtering reaction from him. He pulled against the stocks and chains, barking about how he’d kill them all if things went any further. 

Is that so? 

“Yes, we’ll keep him around for a while.” The men audibly cheered, giddy with excitement that they’d get to rape Chance. “But I get to fuck him first.” That was the only stipulation, fair to his men, but horrifying and heating to Chance. 

“You won’t- B-But I’m a man! Don’t-! Stop-!” Chance was cut off by a sweaty cock being slapped against his face. 

“UGH-! W-What the fu-?! MMPFH-?!” 

His eyes widened with shock and disgust as the dick was stuffed into his mouth at the same time two fingers were pushed into his pussy. He wasn’t prepared enough to take them without pain or difficulty, eyes welling involuntarily with pain and from his gag reflex being triggered repeatedly as his mouth was fucked by a greedy bandit. Chance stiffened his body, trying to push the fingers out of his cunt at the same time he debated on biting down on the cock in his mouth. If he does, he’s dead. And he’ll be raped, anyways. As humiliating as this was, 

Chance was prepared to live with it so long as he lived at all at the end of this nightmare. 

“Fuck-!~” His mouth is so wet and warm-! The bandit groaned as he bucked his hips into Chance’s open maw. He gurgled and growled, struggling to suppress a moan that was being pulled out of him thanks to the movement of the bandit leader’s nimble fingers against the roof of his pussy. 

“Hurry up! The rest of us want a turn with him up there!” One of the other bandits said, hungrily eyeing up Chance as he stroked his cock in his hand. All the bandits had their dicks out, jerking them off in his direction. Chance's face was red with effort and arousal, spittle and precum flying from his mouth as he chokes on the cock slamming into the back of his throat. 

With one last hard thrust, the bandit face fucking him bottoms out briefly, groaning as Chance struggled to breathe whatsoever. And that bastard behind him isn’t stopping! His eyes watered and rolled into the back of his head as he couldn’t breathe, saliva and tears soaking into his beard as he desperately pulled on his bindings. 

Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe- Can’t breathe can’t breathe-! FUCK!

Chance took in a deep breath of air greedily, coughing and gagging violently as he tried to catch his breath. Before he could, though, another cock, though smaller, was shoved into his mouth and its owner started to use his mouth with wild, uncoordinated thrusts of his hips.

“Fuck! You’re right! His mouth is so fucking tight-!” Pubic hair tickled Chance’s nose, the smell and taste of unwashed cock about to make him vomit. The fingers inside of him managed to pull out a muffled moan from deep within his gut, though it was lost under the gagging and choking sounds he made every time the bandit thrusted into his mouth. 

“Hmm… That’s a good little dove, getting so wet for me and my men.” The leader rubbed circles around Chance’s clit with his thumb as he worked him with his index and middle fingers. He stroked himself with his hand, staring at his soft, surprisingly round ass thoughtfully for a moment before turning towards one of his men. 

“Get me the animal fat.”

The… what-

“GLURK-!!!” A violent gag erupted from Chance’s mouth as cum flooded the back of his throat. It was sudden, without warning of any kind other than a soft, pathetic whimper from the bandit in his mouth. He pulled out of Chance’s mouth, and he immediately began to cough and spit out the cum that he hadn’t yet swallowed by accident. 

“UGH-!!! F-FUUU-! Fuckers! Fuck you! Fuck-!”

SMACK! 

“-?!” An undignified yelp leaves his mouth as an open palm strike landed on his bare ass. The leader had smacked him and hard, hard enough to leave a magenta imprint on his cheek for all to see. And his men did hoot and shout at the sight…

“Don’t you dare waste a drop, little dove. My men are kind enough to give it to you, so you'll savor every last drop they give you.” He didn’t have the chance to respond. Another cock, bigger than the last and much like the first, had entered his mouth and began to slide in and out from in between his puffy, pink lips. He could only gurgle in response, cringing at the intensity in which he was being face fucked and the taste of cum that mixed in with everything else that permeated his mouth. 

“You’re going to take everything we give you, day and night, slut!” 

“Yeah! In all your holes! Ha-!” 

“It’s been so long since my stick’s been embraced by a snug cunt… I can’t wait to shove it in him!” 

Chance’s face was dark red with fury and embarrassment. These bastards-! He’s going to kill every single one of them! All of them! He pulled on his wrists again, gagging as more pain flared around them and something wet slid down his arms and dripped hotly onto the ground. 

“None of that now. Ain’t no point in struggling, you’re getting fucked, ready or not…” He removed his fingers from Chance’s drooling pussy. A sigh of relief and a whimper of disappointment nearly left him, but it was totally squashed as he was forced to deepthroat the cock in his mouth. The bandit grabbed the messy braid that was jiggling and bouncing with the thrust of his hips and used it to deepen his thrusts, forcing Chance’s head fully forwards and punishing him for pulling away by wrapping his hair around his hand and giving it a hard yank.

“..willing or not.”

Once slick with animal fat, the bandit leader began to press his cock head not into Chance’s soaking wet and tingling pussy, but rather into his dry, tight asshole. 

“M-MMPFH?! MMM!!!” His eyes were wide, unable to turn around, to lift a hand or even to shout in order to stop the bandit leader from sodomizing him. Suddenly, Cillian’s words when you had picked up a recent bounty reached your ears as you felt the bandit leader press into you despite your best efforts to clench your asshole shut against his large cock. 

“Ah yes. ‘Cristin the Sodomizer’. What a nasty piece of work. I’d love to hear all about how you kill him. Perhaps you should do the sodomizing instead? Give him a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. None are more deserving than him, I assure you.” Goddamn it, Cillian, and damn your bounties, Chance thinks angrily as he’s spit roasted between a bandit leader and his men. His dick head was close to penetrating ass, just one thrust away before he’s going to be anally raped. Chance clenches every muscle in his body as hard as he could, but he was already exhausted, and bound in place. 

He couldn’t stop what was about to happen, no matter how hard he fought to do so. 

It was slow, at first. Chance clenched his fists and curled his toes as he tried to escape the pressure that was building against his puckered hole. It was all useless… His eyebrows furrowed, pinching together then raising to his hairline as the tip of Cristin’s dick pushed past the rim of his hole and into his anus with a soft squelch. 

“M-MMMM-!!!”

Chance wanted to scream, but the new cock in his mouth disallowed it, muffling all sounds that tried to escape his throat and instead turning them into groans and moans of ‘pleasure’. He arched his back, squirming and jerking his body around violently in a vain attempt to free himself from his binds. Chance lifted his hips, standing on the tips of his toes in an attempt to escape the pain, but he already wasn’t a tall man, and Cristin the Sodomizer took full advantage of this fact. 

“Yes, that’s it, little dove! Perk that ass of yours up for me!”

SMACK! 

SMACK! 

SMACK! 

The tears that welled in Chance’s eyes overflowed as Cristin forced himself to bottom out inside of his ass. I-It’s too much! He’s going to break-! His pussy ached as the bandit leader began to pull out of him… only to push back in. again and again. Soon, Cristin’s balls were slapping against Chance’s pussy, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine, accompanied by the searing pain of his dry ass being fucked unprepared. 

“Such a tight little thing! By the end of the night, you’ll be nice and loose for us from here on out.” Cristin grabbed the stocks Chance was trapped in and began to violate him hard, fast and deep. His spine had to curl in order to accommodate the force that the bandit leader put into the movement of his hips. 

“MMMPFHH-!!! MMM-!!!~ HMM-!!!~” Cum filled Chance’s mouth, the bandit pulling out and cumming on his face with a shudder and a gasp. Chance couldn’t stop himself from screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he was violently raped in the ass. 

“A-AAHHNN-!!!~ AH-!~ FUCKFUCKFUCKNONONONO-!!!!~ S-S-STOP I-I-IT!!!~” Chance screamed, cum dripping off his face and from his mouth. He tried to kick his legs out, tried to thrash, tried to do something, anything, but nothing could be done. He could only scream and take it, take it, take it as Cristin the Sodomizer fucked his ass, pulling his hair like he was some kind of whore. All in front of his men, who were already partaking in his body. 

It was already becoming easier to be fucked, blood and buttery fat lubing up Chance’s ass so the rapist’s cock could slide in and out of him with less resistance. The feeling of the Sodomizer’s balls slapping against his aching cunt had Chance close to cumming. R-Right there! Right there! Come ON-! When his cock was angled just right, Chance could feel it in his pussy, pressing against the right spot, especially when it grinds against the thin barrier between the two orifices. He doesn’t want to cum, but he needs to! It fucking hurts-! He doesn’t want to feel good. But he’s so fucking close-! 

“I hope you’re ready, little dove! U-UFF-! I’m cumming-!” No! No, no no-! 

“D-DON’T! S-S-STOP! P-PLEASE!!!~” Chance’s voice cracked as it reached a pitch he knew all too well. Pain, pleasure, humiliation… He should be used to it, given his time at the Asylum with the red priests, but… He wasn’t. He was scared. Hurt. Not wanting to cum but needing it, not wanting to experience pleasure but needing it to counteract the pain and degradation he was experiencing. Screams and cries of denial left his lips, but Cristin held his head steady by his braid and forced him to look at his men as he cummed in his ass. 

“N-NGGH-!!!~ F-FUUUU-!!!~” A stream trickled down from between Chance’s legs. The bandits all laughed, hooting and hollering again as they shouted over once another

“He’s pissed himself!”

“Naw! He’s cumming!”

Cumming?! From getting fucked in the ass?! Ha-! What a perverted slag!” 

Cristin the Sodomizer groaned as he filled Chance’s bowels with his seed. He didn’t immediately pull out, staying in place so he could feel the bounty hunter’s cunt pulse and clench from the waves of his unwanted orgasm. He grabbed Chance’s ass with his other hand, kneading the soft flesh and pulling his cheeks apart with both hands as he slowly pulled out.

“U-UGH-!” Chance cried out in relief and disgust as he felt mostly empty once again. Semen drips out of his bloodied hole, landing on the ground at his feet. Cristin gave his cheeks another squeeze, smacking him on the ass as he tucked himself back into his trousers. 

“The dove’s all yours boys.”

The moment the words left his mouth, a fight broke out. Everyone was scrambling to get behind Chance first. His pussy was still unfucked, a prize they all wanted and didn’t want to share with the others. There can only be one that claims him first (save for their boss), and it would be one that could sneak into position while the others were busy fighting. 

A lean bandit slipped behind him and smeared his precum against Chance’s pussy, thrusting inside of him with relative ease. He grabbed his hips, moaning and groaning about how hot, wet and tight he was as he thrusted to the hilt and began to thrust into him in short, hard bursts. Chance denied it felt good, he’d deny it until the day he died, but his cunt squeezed down on his cock as he cummed inside of him, thrusting still and butting against the entrance to his womb and spilling his seed against it. He quickly pulled out, and was replaced with another, who immediately began to pound into him with enough vigor to make the stocks and chains tremble and shake both visibly and audibly.

“Yeah! Yeah! Take it, fucking slag!” The bandit moaned as he wildly fucked Chance’s pussy. A womanish moan left his throat as his G-spot was repeatedly slammed into, his hips beginning to gravitate backwards towards the source of pleasure, even though it was unwanted. 

“His body betrays him! He loves getting fucked, don’t you?!” Another bandit reaches down and grabs at Chance’s pecs, pinching his nipple in between their fingers and twisting it hard. There wasn’t much fat there, but they still fondled him like he was a woman… When they traced over the crooked, curved scars on the underside of his nonexistent chest, his back arched and his legs trembled and jerked violently against their chains. 

“You do this, yourself, or did some other sod get to cut your tits off?!” 

“Bet they enjoyed it! I know I would’ve!” 

“Move out of the way! It’s my turn with his mouth!” Before Chance could yell, yet another cock was shoved into his mouth, the one in his pussy throbbing and unceremoniously dumping a load of cum into his twat before pulling out. Instead of replacing the vacancy in his cunt, the next bandit shoved his cock into Chance’s sore, bleeding and cum filled asshole, eliciting a squeal of pain from the bounty hunter as he arched his back in an attempt to soothe the pain and pressure he felt. 

Pointless, pointless… It’s all pointless. 

Hours had passed. His ass and pussy were fucked. His mouth used. Someone cummed on his slit, the other his ass. One bandit jerked off at his face, cumming on it as he pressed his dick against Chance’s face and cummed in his hair. More followed his example, and soon he was covered head to ass in cum, stinking and slick like some kind of used up tavern whore.

Cum drooled out of Chance’s well used mouth, pussy and asshole, dripping onto the ground underneath him into noticeable puddles. His nipples were red and raw from being pinched and sucked on, bruising fingerprints all over not only his chest, but his hips, jaw and ass as well. He stared at the ground, exhausted, but still alive, his attackers asleep or standing half asleep while on guard. Everything hurts, aching and stinging from pain and pleasure. His arms and shoulders burn from struggling and from the stressful position he’s maintained for nearly half a day, but Chance still forced himself to try once again to pull his bruised and bloodied wrists free from their confines. 

Twist and pull… T-Twist and… and pull-!

Oh-!

Yes! He did it! 

Once he frees himself fully, he’ll get his revenge. Perhaps not now, or tomorrow, or even the next day, but when he’s healed and ready to fight, he’ll be back and ready to take all their branded skin and their bastard leader’s head to Cillian for payment… 

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(Fear & Hunger) Sylvian's Reprieve Ch. 4 Sneak Peak

Have a peek at the next chapter, that will star Cahara and Ragnavladr!

Though it's only Cahara here, teehee~

Warnings: Incomplete Work, Dubious Consent, Disassociation, Repulsive Imagery

...

“I can really…? Ah, fuck it-” 

The mercenary’s words fell away as he took your hardened nipple into his mouth, ripping his gloves off and throwing them to the side before running his hands against your feverish skin. Instantly you stiffened, swallowing back a moan with a harsh gasp as he cupped your breast with his hand and gently began to massage it. It felt… good, better than whatever Enki ever did to you. Your skin still crawled with disgust, especially when Cahara sucked harshly on your nipple, but it was totally drowned out by the heat in your groin and the tingling buzz in between your ears. 

Like insects. Dirty, filthy vermin under your skin. In your head, in your cunt… Biting, digging, pinching, vomiting, shitting, cumming everywhere, inside and out- 

Cahara pushed you onto your back and kneed his way in between your legs. He flicked his tongue against the swollen bud of your breast, biting down on it hard enough to make you buck your hips in the air and whimper. He grabbed your knee and pushed it to the side, groaning as he dragged his lips against the swell of your breast and peppered kisses against each of your slightly protruding ribs as he moved his way southward down your body. Your pussy was already thrumming, throbbing and drooling openly as the mercenary’s tongue painted nonsensical patterns into your sweaty skin with his saliva. 

“P-Please… Please… I- I-” 

The protest died on your tongue as Cahara reached your pubic area. You’ve never felt another person’s mouth down there before… Your eyes fluttered shut as the mercenary’s saliva soaked into your pubic hair, his nose burying into it as he pushed your legs wider apart, until they were ultimately draped over his shoulders as his mouth met your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck, already so wet for me…” His voice was a low purr as he flicked his tongue against your swollen clit. You arched your back and moaned as Cahara dragged his tongue against you, taking it slow to savour your taste and your genuine reactions. He was used to blustering and acting for the man’s sake, but seeing the real deal? And actually being the one to elicit such real reactions? 

Gods, it was such a turn on…

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ok this dni has me sobbing

proshippers are the ONLY thing on the list

this person doesn’t know what they are

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Fear and Hunger Dick Sizes

I have no defense for this or for being gone so long lol

But I plan on answering asks and working on some DBD and F&H stuff~ ����

Warnings: Well, it's dicks, just like in my DBD version, soooo-

ENEMIES

Guard: 10.9 inches, the girth is comparable to a fist, and there is a stinger that’s almost 4 inches long at its tip

Elite Guard: 12.3 inches, the girth is comparable to a leg, and there is a stinger at the end that is 5.5 inches long at its tip

Ghoul Prisoner: average length, average girth, with necrotic lesions around it, cool to the touch

Cave Gnome: 1.4 inches, extremely skinny, but with a deep upward curve to its length

Dark Priests: 3-4 inches on average, slightly skinnier than average

Lizardman: 9.9 inches, girth comparable to a soda can, thick ridged sharp enough to slice through skin

Nightlurch: 6 inches, thicker than average girth, hard as steel and just as sharp, with a steep upward curve

Cavedweller: 9 inches, thick girth, clammy to the touch 

Yellow Mage: average length, average girth, “Average Joe”

Scarab: 2-3 inches, abnormally thick, acidic semen because these little shits aren't toxic enough as is

Bloodied man: average length, thicker than average girth, bloodied and necrotic

Body Snatcher: 7.4 inches, skinny girth, “a little crooked”

Lord of Flies: average length, girth comparable to a soda can, smells awful

Lizardmage: nearly 11 inches long, very girthy, deep grooves sharp enough to slice meat yet smooth all around (yeowch-)

Harvestman: (erect, natural) 3.3 inches, thin girth, (erect, unfurled) 12 inches, average girth, has ridges around the circumference every 3~ inches

Blight: 10 inches, girth comparable to an arm, smooth and slimy, yet scaly in texture, prehensile 

SPECIAL/BOSS ENEMIES

Trortur: once, he was an Average Joe. Now? He has nothing at all 😔

Samonsnake: Man, idfk... It's probably short and stubby, but its so large that it physically cannot fit inside you, like it cannot-

Crow Mauler:  7 inches and thick, with large, throbbing veins

Crow Mauler Double: Double trouble 👏🏻both have 7 inch, thick shlongs that are side by side. Idk the logistics of fucking this thing, but good luck, soldiers 😏

Pocketcat: an average 5.5 inches, average girth, but he has spines on his dick and it hurts like hell to fuck him

Tormented One: 1) yes he does have a dick under there, 2) it’s 6.5 inches, thick girth and 3) yes, it’s skinned too

Francóis: (as the Dominating One) 10 inches, very thick girth (as a human: 4 inches, average girth)

Valteil: way below average at 1.4 inches, might as well be a micro penis (do I really have to talk about this guy??)

Nosramus: a pleasantly average 5.5 inches, slightly skinner than average girth (plus he’s gentle-)

Greater Blight: it’s the size of your arm, maybe it’s actually bigger- oh it is biggerFUCK-

Echo of Sylvian: it’s an ever shifting appendage that varies in length, girth, shape and texture- it WILL destroy your insides-

Echo of Gro-goroth: over a foot in length and as girthy as your leg, you are DEAD if that thing tries to fucks you 

King in Yellow: 5.7 inches, average girth, slightly curved upward

NPCS

The Merchant: 2.5 inches, thin girth, fuck this guy (No, DON’T fuck him-!)

Bunny Masks: Garden variety baby. Pick and choose what size you want, baby!

Wolf Masks: Also a garden variety, but why the hell would you fuck these stinky assholes? 

Cockroach King: Uuhhh-

Ser Seymour: 5.5 inches, average girth, Average Joe

Ser Seril: 6.9 inches, average girth, nice 

Isayah: Another Average Joe, but do you really want to fuck a guy with the plague?

PARTY MEMBERS

Cahara: 6 inches, average girth 

Enki: 4 inches, skinny girth, blue veins

Ragnvaldr: 8.8 inches, very thick girth, thick veins

Le’garde: 5.7 inches, average girth, slightly curved upward (hmm, does this sound familiar???)

Marriage: 7.4 inches, slightly thicker than average girth, thick foreskin and penis is slightly skewed to one side of the groin

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If you could, please check out my partner’s art! She’s looking for commission work and she’s eager to work!

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Hey, I’m wanting to do art commissions!

I can do pixel art commissions for cheap . I can do profile pics for $20, or full landscape for $50 <~\

I’m willing to work with any subject matter! I don’t mind doing research on things that are new to me, if needed, and though I’m new to it, I’m more than willing to do NSFW as well as SFW! … oh and pixel animation!! I have many learned skills !!

<@\ Money is tight and bills are piling and my job isn’t providing much stability for me or my partner. I do a little bit of everything and I’m amateur, but I’m also wanting to work on this skill more!

Please dm me if interested <!\

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Is it REALLY Necrophilia if They Come Back in the End…? (Dwight x Fem!Reader) DBD Art Trade Fic

For @nemugyo as a writing/art trade! I hope you all enjoy! (Make sure to check out their awesome art! 🥰

Well… He has no excuses for what he would do to you. Is there any consultation that there was ‘no harm, no foul’?

Warnings: Death of Reader, Surprise! It's an Accident, Blood/Chest Injury, Necrophilia, Dwight's a Freak sorrynotsorry, Kissing, Groping, Grinding, Fingering, Spit as Lube, Loss of Virginity (guess who), Creampie

xxx

Another day, another trial… Or… Was it another day? Does time still pass in this place? Dwight genuinely wasn’t sure… It somehow feels the same as any other time, but nothing really changes. Environmentally, that is. The survivors all change over time, becoming more jaded, angrier, more sullen or hopeless… But then there’s always a sudden burst of energy whenever a stranger makes their way into camp. 

Another new face… One that Dwight had difficulties looking away from. You… You are so pretty… Really, you practically glowed in the firelight. He felt sorry for you, felt sorry for everyone that ended up in this shithole of a place, but you? You, especially. How was it fair that someone like you ended up here? The Entity really is a bitch, isn’t She? Dwight thought that every time he looked at you, especially whenever the two of you were in a trial together. 

Dwight didn’t try to keep his distance from you, but he didn’t try to seek you out, either. Politely smile, nod, offer help and advice when needed… Already, he would like to do more, but that wasn’t his place, was it? Dwight was comfortable as a background character, not even being worth putting in the dreaded ‘friend zone’. So what if you never really learned his name or really cared about his presence, or ever figured out that he was the one that left you a handful of useful things in places only you would find… Maybe it was for the best that you didn’t find out about that… You might take it the wrong way if you realized Dwight was the one leaving offerings to the Entity in your pockets whenever you would nap, or when you weren’t paying attention as you walked past him…

You never noticed this though. Or… Dwight is sure that you hadn’t, at least… You were friendly to everyone, even those that were aloof or a bit… rough on the outside. Even though Dwight tried to remain on the outskirts of your bubble, out of sight, out of mind, out of your way… you still would approach him, of all people. 

Him! 

He didn’t know why… There wasn’t anything interesting about him, nothing in the slightest… Dwight didn’t look interesting, sound interesting… He didn't do anything interesting before the Fog took him and he doesn’t think he’s done anything particularly interesting since being abducted. Other than die an innumerable amount of times, that is… He never knew what to say to you, or how to respond to anything that you said to him. Regardless of how pathetically he floundered around, you never laughed at him once, or shunned him, rolled your eyes at him or called him a loser… 

Dwight almost believes (he so wants to believe) that you haven’t done anything like that behind his back. 

Unlike most people, you were as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside. You were always kind to him, even during trials, where it’s always been ‘survival of the fittest’. The worst of an individual always rears its ugly heads, but as swiftly as they peek out, they are gone after the trial ends. 

Oh, the hurt feelings always remain. Judgement always remains. Sideways glances are warranted if someone throws their fellow man in the line of fire in order to save their own hides, especially when they were just laughing and joking with you not even five minutes before. You never did that, though. You didn’t just say ‘of course I have your back’ and then not have it. You would risk your life for people that wouldn’t show you the same courtesy, even in bluffing bravado… 

But you did. 

You always did. 

And that is what makes what Dwight would do to you even more fucked up than it already was. 

***

It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It happens in almost every single trial. Live, die… Isn’t it all the same when you end up back at the start, regardless of the outcome? This wasn’t even the result of something malicious or cruel, even on the end of the Deathslinger, Caleb Quinn, who was the killer of this particular trial. It was practically an accident, really… And that’s saying something, when it involves a bonafide sociopath with a kink for ‘justice’. 

CRACK! 

The gunshots always made Dwight nervous, but you were there like always to pat him on the back and helped him refocus on what was really important.

“Just focus on the gens, okay? The shots echo so bad in here that it's pretty much impossible to tell where they are coming from or how close they really are.” It’s a bit bleak, but it's true. Dwight sighed through his nose and forced a smile, even though his hands were shaking and his teeth were chattering. 

“W-Whatever happens, happens, huh?” He absentmindedly chewed on a broken fingernail as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. You smiled and shrugged. 

“‘Whatever happens, happens’.” You gave a  ‘what can you do’ sort of gesture then chuckled to yourself. Dwight blushed a little as your laugh reverberated off the Game’s concrete walls. 

“I’ve got your back, Dwight. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.” 

Ah, he really wished you didn’t do that… Not for him, of all people! The last thing Dwight wanted was for you to get hurt on his behalf… But here, in the Fog, only bad things happen to good people, while the sick, demented perverts somehow manage to scrape by and make the most of whatever crumbs they get their grubby hands on…

CRACK! 

There was a shot that was too close for comfort. Dwight shrunk away from the generator, but you stayed put with that smile still on your face. 

“Don’t worry, Dwight. Just stay here and finish the gen while I go check on Meg.” 

Meg…

Crap. She’s one of the crazy ones that always tries to get the killer’s attention and runs circles around them. Sometimes Dwight wonders if she was doing this to help or if she did this just because she could. Judging from how many shots went off in quick succession, the Deathslinger was becoming frustrated. He tried to grab a hold of your hand and pull you back towards the gen, towards the cover he took against the wall, but you only paused and gently squeezed his fingers as you pulled away from him. Dwight’s hand limply dropped to the ground, his chest constricting as his heart rate began to unnaturally spike up in between his ears. 

Crap. Crap- Crap! 

You swore in surprise, feet scuffing on the floor as you came to a sudden halt. N-No, he can’t look…! Dwight, the coward he was, remained frozen in place, knowing damn well that you were on the other side of the wall and face to face with the Deathslinger. The killer sounded surprised too, choking on the spit he held in his messed up jaw as he grips his gun tight enough that Dwight could hear it, even without witnessing it with his own eyes. 

“Dunn even think ‘bout it-!” 

Too much happened all at once. A gasp from you, a surprised shout from the Deathslinger, perhaps one of pain, the deafening blow of a shot and an even louder gasp from another survivor… A woman. Meg. Dwight recognized her voice anywhere… He picked up the shine of a flashlight gleaming on the slightly damp concrete floor. There was a wet splatter, pained gasps that resembled your voice, only far more strained, wet. Dwight finds his ears straining against the brief quiet. He squirmed in place, confused as to why the Deathslinger wasn’t reeling in his clearly hit target and why Meg wasn’t running away, knowing full well that he’s snagged you and not her. 

“Aw, shit-” 

The Deathslinger’s voice was low and gravely, almost sounding displeased with his current predicament. Dwight’s heart dropped to his gut as he heard Meg whimper, something like ‘s-sorry, I- I didn’t mean-’ being breathed out before she took off in a dead sprint. He knew better than to look, but Dwight’s neck was already craning around the corner, both afraid and curious as to what was happening only a few yards away from his hiding place. If I die, I die. You, though… His eyes go wide as he realizes just how much blood you lost in the few seconds it took everything to unfold in the next room over. 

You were pale, clothing totally soaked in blood from your neckline down. The Deathslinger always aims for the shoulder or arm whenever he hooks someone, more than enough to gore a person and even for them to bleed to death quickly from the wound, but rarely this fast. He was objectively a good aim, even with an unruly and homemade weapon like the one he carries around. He rarely misses and when he does, it’s because a survivor dodges out of the way completely or someone blinds him before he can take the shot. Meg, unfortunately, managed to blind him as he was pulling the trigger, leading the Deathslinger to not only miss his mark of a non vital area on your body, but to hit you directly in the chest, square in the heart or lung, judging by how much blood you were losing and how violently you were coughing and choking on your own blood…

With a curse, the Deathslinger grabbed the harpoon spear lodged in your chest and yanked on it hard. Dwight felt hot bile burn his sinuses as your face didn’t change much, the only things showing you hadn’t died on your feet being your slowly flowing blood and the rapid fluttering of your eyelashes. It took three hard tugs for the spear to be freed from your body. Upon the final harsh pull, you collapsed backwards, gurgling as your body began to tremble violently. Dwight couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You’re… dying… It’s nothing new, it isn’t the first time he’s witnessed you die, far from it, yet somehow this was more… intimate. Wrong. The Deathslinger stared down at you for a moment, as though lost in thought, almost seeming… remorseful? No… that can’t be it. He was going to shoot you, kill you, but not like that. This was an accident, but it led to the result he was looking for. But it was all wrong. 

All wrong. 

With a snort and a spit of tobacco, he leaves, cursing Meg under his breath as he reloads his gun. He’s already hunting her, and would be for a while yet. Dwight, the coward he was, couldn’t get his legs to move before the phantom heartbeat in his ears waned somewhat. So pathetic… He could hardly get himself to move even after that, hands sweating and joints trembling as he approached you laying on the floor. 

Oh, you’re so dead… 

There might be some breath still rattling around in your lungs, but you were dead as dead could be. Dwight felt his throat squeeze shut as he looked down at you. There’s a certain look people get on their faces, especially in and around their eyes, when they are dead or dying. 

You had that look. 

Dwight chewed on his lower lip, dropping down to his knees even though you were more than beyond the point of saving. Not that he had a medkit to use on you, anyway… He raised a trembling hand to your face, wiping some of the blood from your lips and chin with the back of his hand. 

Why did he do that…? 

Even in this state, you were… pretty. Your chest trembled as the last wisp of life withered and began to fall still inside of your body. Dwight found his hand resting on your chest, his own heart pounding away and breath squeezing out of his tightening throat as the slight tremble under his hand crumbled into nothing at all. Nothing… It was sort of hard to believe that you were even dead. Oh, you looked dead. The smell of blood was thick in the air, not to mention it soaked into his pants and coated the underneath of his palm as he rested it against your chest. There’s so much… Even though liters of blood were spilled onto the floor and soaked into your clothing, you still looked so… so… 

“H-Ha… S-Sorry… Sorry you-” 

Genuinely, he meant to just pat you on the chest and leave, but he didn’t. Instead, Dwight watched as his hand smoothed over your chest, avoiding the mess that the Deathslinger’s spear left behind and rubbed over your right breast. What are you doing-?! H-He was just going to make sure you were dead! Dwight caressed your chest, fingers twitching hard enough that he grabbed your breast without really thinking about it. Oh no-

No, no- 

What the fuck was he doing? 

Dwight didn’t know if he spoke it aloud or if it was just a thought knocking around in his empty head as he straddled your legs. He never noticed your thighs were like this… Your clothing is sort of baggy, and hides your general figure pretty well… He attempted to swallow, winching at the pain as heat rose underneath his cheeks. 

This is really fucked up… He shouldn’t be doing this- 

But… Fuck, how many times had he fantasized about this happening? Okay, maybe you weren’t dead in those fantasies, but still! Dwight had fantasized about doing… stuff to you. W-Willingly, of course! He has never wanted to hurt you! Ever! …but was this really hurting you…? You’re dead, and it wasn’t like you would know about anything that happened to your body after you are spirited away from the trial… 

It’s just a pathetic attempt to rationalize what he was already doing to you. Dwight was already cupping one of your cheeks, breathing heavily as he gently pressed his lips against your already cooling, chapped ones. He could taste blood, but was it from skinning his own lip with his teeth, or was it all yours from when you were coughing and gasping for air? 

Wow… Was his first kiss seriously with a dead body? With your dead body? 

‘Dweet the Loser’, forever a virgin that couldn’t get a kiss if his life depended on it… ‘Of course he’d have to molest a dead body to get some action… What a creep!’ Dwight chews on his inner cheek as he hears his old coworkers and old ‘“friends’” mocking him in the back of his head. He deserves that though… This is fucked up… It still wasn’t enough to make him stop. Maybe nothing would have stopped him… Not when he finally gets to be this close to you, consequence free….

Guilt free… 

Yeah, what does he really have to be guilty about…? Dwight leans down and kisses you again, still softly, as though not to disturb you, even though you clearly wouldn’t get up no matter what he did to you. You’re already so cold… But he didn’t mind. He wiped some more blood from your face as he pulled away from your lips, toes curling as he ran his tongue against them and gently tilted your mouth so he could stick it inside. 

It’s so embarrassing that he’s never kissed anyone before… Dwight has actually never held hands with anyone else, let alone kissed them or… anything else, for that matter. God, but it had to be you. It just had to be you… Maybe you would be the only one that would see any worth in Dwight, if not just for pity’s sake. He doesn’t think he could blame you if you did, but maybe this was the only chance he would get. With a corpse… Haha… If it was anyone else, he would be disgusted, but since it’s you? Dwight can’t stop touching you… 

His hand goes under your shirt, a chill running up his arm as he feels your smooth skin rubbing against his palm. You aren’t completely cold yet. You aren’t even stiff, just motionless, as though you were asleep. Isn’t that a little more palatable? It’s just play pretend. He isn’t harming you, molesting or raping you, he is merely playing out a little fantasy of his. Harmless… His fingers trace the outline of your bra, still feeling nervous and shy about what he was doing. You wouldn’t really mind, would you? He’s admiring you, just practicing so when the real deal happens, he can make you feel good. Like how you deserve… 

Dwight shoves his hand underneath your bra, shuddering and groaning into your still mouth as he cups your breast. Oh god, everything about you is just perfect… He was ashamed and embarrassed that he was straining so hard against his pants, hard on digging into your abdomen as he squirmed against your waist. Even the slightest bit of friction felt so damn good when it was against your body… Dwight’s hand trembled as he squeezed your chest, massaging and kneading it with his fingers as your nipple was pushed in between them. He pulled away from your lips again, biting his own and breathing heavily through his nostrils as he pushed your shirt and bra up to your collarbone, stomach rolling with excitement and delight as he looked over your bare chest. 

Oh… Oh god- 

A sudden bolt of pleasure raced up and down his spine, settling in his lower abdomen as he committed the sight to memory. Dwight thought he actually managed to cum from the sight of your partially naked body alone… Almost, but not quite. He palmed at himself as he looked you over. The gaping wound that the Deathslinger’s speargun left behind was glaring, something that reminded him that what he was doing was beyond the pale, but it was something that was surprisingly easy for Dwight to look over. 

It doesn’t really take away from how pretty you were- from how pretty you still are. 

He continued to grope your chest, squeezing down on your breast as he watched the soft mound of flesh move up and down with his subtle movements. God, you’re so beautiful… Dwight licked his chapped lips and dipped his head low, taking one of your soft nipples into his mouth and licking it gently with his tongue. It’s chilly, but not unpleasant by any means. Dwight can feel his mouth watering as he ruts into your stomach. How can it feel so good…?! He can’t stop himself from moving against your body. Not having any response or feedback doesn’t dampen his arousal in any way. M-Maybe it- No, no-! 

“S-Sorry… M-Mmpfh-!~ S-Sorry…!~” 

Dwight whines and moans as he slides down your legs. He easily knees them open, restituting himself so he’s directly in between your legs and grinding against your core. It’s too late to stop things now… There’s no way he can keep himself from pushing further and further, until he was groping your clothed thighs and sliding a hand down your pants, and underneath your panties, so he could truly feel you. Oh… You’re so soft… Dwight’s breath caught in his throat as his fingers dip in between your folds. 

H-He shouldn’t just… ‘do it’, right? There’s a certain way to do things, and it feels so wrong to just start touching you like this… Yet here he was, gasping and moaning as he clumsily fingers at your clit, cock twitching and throbbing as he imagined you squirming underneath him and begging him to touch you more- no, begging for him to fuck you. Dwight could so clearly see you under him, alive and with a cute, blissed out look on your face. God, it was the sexiest thing he’s ever imagined in his entire life… He groaned as he felt himself getting close, shoving his fingers down lower until Dwight managed to hook them against your entrance. 

“O-Oh god… Oh god, I’m sorry… I- I can’t-”

He can’t stop now… 

You were painfully dry, so much so that he couldn’t really push further than the tips of his fingers into you. Even though he was almost fully wrapped up in his impending climax, Dwight shakily removed his hand from your pants and unashamedly stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, covering them with so much of his saliva that it dripped off of them and onto your bare abdomen and pants. With his other hand, he yanked your pants- underwear and all- down to your knees. Heart pounding as he takes in your nearly naked body, Dwight quickly shoves his fingers back in between your folds, whining as he struggles with your pants so he can fully spread your legs apart and witness his fingers entering your most intimate place. 

“Please… Please… O-Ohh… Ohh!~” 

He trembles and shakes, hips bucking pathetically as he slides two fingers inside of your cooling body. The tightness, the sole fact that it’s you and that this is the first woman he’s ever touched like that… Dwight was cumming! He was cumming as he fingered you, shamelessly! In the middle of a trial! N-Nevermind that you were already… Y-You know… Even though he hadn’t really used his hands, it felt so damn good… Better than any other time he’s jerked off alone, in a dark room, fantasizing about a woman that was so far out of his league that the mere thought that he would get close enough to even smell her perfume would be a hilarious, cruel joke. But he was doing it to you! His fingers were inside of you, and god, oh fuck…!

You were so goddamn tight…! 

No, there’s absolutely no point in stopping now. Dwight had already pulled your pants down to your ankles, fighting with your dead-weight legs as he accidentally pulled your shoes off in the process of removing your pants entirely. S-Sorry… Sorry! He was still apologizing, pathetically, as he fished your panties out of your wadded up and tangled pants. Oh god- F-Fuck-! Dwight’s entire body was shaking violently, so hard that his belt clacked and clinked loudly against itself. Anyone could find him here, dick out and your body practically naked and clearly molested. If they knew… If anyone knew…  

This once in a lifetime opportunity far outweighed any social or emotional death Dwight would face IF he were ever found out. If… ONLY ‘if’. He’s never been so close to another person, to a woman, of all people, and one as totally beautiful as you. This is a dream come true… No, maybe only just a dream. A macabre one, but one that’s ultimately harmless. You aren’t hurt, he isn’t hurt… Dwight has never- and would never- harm you in any way! You have to know that, right? 

…right? 

Dwight gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he leaned over you, your legs splayed to the side of either of his thighs as the tip of his cum-smeared dick butts against your pubic mound. He shivers, still highly sensitive from cumming so recently, but still so undeniably aroused and needy for attention. You’ll give it to him… Dwight shivers as he looks over your face. Blank and placid, drained of all colour and life, but not twisted in horror, disgust or pain. Just… gentle. A little tired, perhaps. Longing, maybe… Wishful thinking? Perhaps… But that doesn’t stop him from rutting against your spit-slick folds and whimpering as his cockhead grazes against your loosened entrance. 

“O-Oh-!~ Oh my god…! I- I’m actually-! P-Please-!~” 

He practically squeals your name as he thrusts into you. So tight! S-So tight…!~ Already, he thought he was about to cum again. From only just entering you…! It was nothing like he imagined: soft but tight, pliable, but it sort of felt… Wrong. If you were alive, you would be squeezing down on him, pulling him in deeper as he tried to pull out of you and push himself deeper inside. Instead, you were still, unresponsive, as a dead body would be when someone fucks them like the freak they are. Still… Dwight groans as he bottoms out inside of you, balling your panties up in his hand as he brings them to his face and takes a deep breath. 

“M-Mmmm…~ Mmpfft- F-Fuck… F-Fuuuuck, ohhh…~” 

The sounds of sex bouncing off the concrete walls were so lewd, especially with the knowledge that one of the participants was an already cooling corpse. Why was it that this sound didn’t turn Dwight off, but rather did the opposite?! He was messed up in the head, a fucked up individual for being able to do something so despicable to a person he claimed to not only care about, but love. Oh, but it’s just a game, right? With a ‘poof’, everything will go back to normal! You aren’t even here anymore. This isn’t your body, just a construct made by the Entity for environmental purposes! Like a doll… So- So he has nothing to worry about. N-Nothing at all- 

“M-MMMM-!!!~” 

Dwight bites down on your panties as he snaps forward. Almost against his will, they pump back and forth, at a pace that was so strangely unlike him. Fast and rough, almost animalistic in nature… He can’t get enough of you, no matter how hard he fucks your soft, dry pussy. Loud squelches fill the air, likely audible from the main floor of the meat plant. Your body jostles up and down freely, barely open eyes seemingly staring in Dwight’s direction as he smoothes a hand up your torso and cups your slightly mutilated breast. It didn’t seem right to only give the other attention… So he massaged it and pinched your nipple in between his bloodied fingers, whining and salivating at the mouth as he sucked on your panties and fucked you like a pathetic mutt in heat. 

In and out. In and out… In and out- 

Inoutinoutinoutinoutintoutinoutinout 

“I- I can’t-!~ C-Can’t-! F-Feels so good-!~” Dwight’s pace suddenly becomes sloppy and his voice reaches a keening pitch, hardly muffled by your underwear that he’s stuffed in his mouth. He screws his eyes shut and chases the high that is welling in his lower gut, imagining that you were feeling the same thing, getting so close to your own climax that you were trembling and gasping, begging for him to finish inside of you… 

“I- I’m cumming…!~ I- I’m cumming, I promise-!~” 

He pants and whimpers, biting down on your panties and the side of his tongue as his hips jerk and stutter in an irregular pattern. I-It’s coming…! It’s so fucking close-!~ Dwight’s glasses fog up, riding up to his forehead as he buries his nose into your abdomen. Dry blood cracks and smears cold, congealed blood all over the bridge of his nose and cheek, but he doesn’t care. He can’t stop! He doesn’t want to stop now…! 

“A-Ahh!!!~”

“G-GUHH-?!~”

“A-AHHHHHH-!!!~” 

It’s heaven. It’s utter bliss. It’s so much better than his hand or a fleshlight could ever hope to compare to. Would it be the same for you, Dwight wondered, but it was buried under the euphoria and self-disgust he felt over what he had just done. He had cummed inside of you… You took his virginity and he cummed inside of you… Even if it was your lifeless body, even if it wasn’t really fair, he could believe at least in the privacy of his mind that he was no longer a virgin, and it was all thanks to you. 

You… You, you you- 

It all washes over him in a tidal wave. Pleasure, disgust. Pleasure, god, it’s so good… But then he’s dry heaving and feeling like he’s about to lose control over his bodily functions. Can’t he just… just enjoy this one little thing in peace?! P-Please…? 

Dwight shudders, swallowing down the bile that fills his mouth as he looks back up to your face. He removes your panties from his mouth and instinctively stuffs them in his pocket before bringing his hand to your pale cheek, cupping it gently as he strokes it with his sweaty thumb. Shit… S-Shit- Shit, what did he just do? D-Did he really just-?

DOOM! 

A violent shiver races up and down his spine as a silent roar fills the air. Dwight knew it all too well. The Entity…? Ah- 

Shit, the others-! 

He didn’t forget. How could he forget he was in a trial?! Dwight didn’t forget, but he was surprised that Meg, Ace or the Deathslinger managed to walk up to him doing… that to your corpse. Thank god. Should he be thanking the Entity for that instead? Dwight cried out in surprise, dick practically going flaccid out of pure fear as a loud CLANK beside him forced him to nearly jump out of his skin. 

W-What-?! 

The… The hatch…? 

Huh… O-Oh… 

Maybe… he should be thanking the Entity… But why would She-? Dwight shakes his head, swallowing thickly as he sheepishly pulls his soft cock out of your body and tucks it back into his pants. His mouth goes dry as he rocks back and forth on his knees, uncertain if he truly deserves to leave through the hatch, unscathed, while his friends all died, while he was doing- while he was having- Just as tears begin to sting Dwight’s eyes, a gravelly voice snaps him out of his self pity and loathing and sends his guts twisting into knots and rising to the back of his throat. 

“Where the fuck did ya go?! Fuckin’ slippery lil bastard-!” 

He didn’t even think, merely tumbled head over ass into the hatch with little regard for anything else. Coward, coward, coward! You are such a fucking coward, Dwight Fairfield! Can’t even face your own earned death with any pride or respectability whatsoever! He doesn’t want to return to the camp. What if- What if- Dwight sticks his thumb in between his teeth and begins to grind his jaw against it. Would you know? What if you did? Could you possibly know what happened to you after you died? Dwight never knew, and he’s sure no one else knew either. Some of the killers were… He shuddered at the thought of it. It’s bad enough he did… that. But if you knew as well? 

***

There was no acting normal when he returned. Dwight was paranoid, beyond paranoid. Terrified, really. Where were you?! He spied Meg and Ace, the former catching his eye and letting her face fall to an annoyed grimace. Okay… Okay that’s fair. Dwight ducked his head, but was relieved neither of them went over to confront him. So… they don’t know… Okay, okay good, but… 

What about you? 

It could have taken hours, or maybe just minutes, time in this place is so busted who knows, but you did show back up. Wait, had you been gone this entire time…? No, you hadn’t. You were the first back from the trial, just as you should have been, only you had left camp for some time shortly after returning. …why? Dwight watched you carefully from afar, trying to judge what you knew, or rather what you didn’t know. Other than your face being slightly flushed and your clothing being a tad more disheveled than usual, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary… 

“H-Hey, Dwight…?” Hearing your voice speak his name aloud has goosebumps breaking out across his body. Dwight swallows thickly, a little frightened to hear what you had to say, but hopeful as you sounded relieved to see him, though… Were you a little sheepish, or was it just his imagination? 

“Y-Yeah? Yeah! H-Hey… Are you okay? That… What happened was-” You threw your hand in the air, almost casual as you blew a raspberry between your lips. 

“Pssh, yeah, I know. Honestly, that was a bit of a freak accident, right? Did you see the look on the Deathslinger’s face? He looked as surprised as I did! …probably…” You tried to laugh it off, but it came out loud and nervous. Understandable… Dwight still struggles to brush off his own deaths, just like everyone else here. You put your hands in your pockets and squirm uncomfortably. Dwight clears his throat and nearly chokes on his own spit as you repeatedly open and close your mouth, like you’re about to say something but cut yourself off before you can. 

“Um-”

“Dwight-” 

Shit- 

‘No, no, really! You can go first!’ Shit, can it be any more awkward?! You laughed again, still nervous as you toed at a rock and nudged it away with the tip of your shoe. 

“I… have a question.” Dwight feels something seize deep within his core.

“Yeah? W-What is it?” He doesn’t have the right to speak your name, yet he does. 

Disgusting… 

“Has… Has the Entity ever- Uh- s-stolen anything from you after a trial?” Dwight’s shoulder’s drop and he looks at you, confused.

“...huh?” He’s more surprised now than he is scared. What are you talking about? You shuffle again, looking uncomfortable as you pick at your lower lip with your teeth. 

“I-It’s just… I don’t have- Like, when I woke back up, I didn’t have my-” You nervously mess with your hair then laugh again, still nervous, flustered. Embarrassed. Dwight is again surprised by your reaction, even more confused and now becoming a little concerned by it. 

“W-What? Are you okay? Did you lose something?” He said your name again, and you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head hard while raising your hands up. 

“No! No! Ah, nevermind! It’s really embarrassing! Haha-!” Dwight stares at you, feeling a mixture of relief and uncertainty washing over him as you shift from foot to foot. 

“R-Really, it’s nothing important! I think the Entity is playing some kind of messed up prank on me, that’s all. Haha…” You rub the back of your head and bite your lip again, rubbing your thighs together as Dwight allows his shoulders to fully droop. 

It’s… okay. 

Everything is okay… 

He actually sighed in relief. You didn’t know. Meg and Ace didn’t know, either. It was only the Entity and himself that knew this dirty little secret… Dwight felt the sweat that had begun to collect on his face begin to cool. He wiped the back of his hand against his forehead, almost grunting as he took a seat on an unoccupied log at the edge of the campsite. God, this was fucking hell… He shoved his hands in his pockets without thinking, and knitted his brows in confusion as he felt something strange balled up in one of his first. 

What is- His eyes widened. Oh.

Oh my god- 

It was your panties. 

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