#Dubious Consent

[hiimnothere1]

Imagine sitting at your desk and you get a notification from your phone. It's a message from me after we just recently met.

The message is just a video attachment that you open up to find that it's just a video of you laying on your bed taking my cock.

You don't remember this every happening, but it's for sure you. You remember the one night we both went out to drinks, but there's just that chunk of memory you forgot.

You were told that you were too drunk and passed out and you believed it like the dumb whore you are.

The video continues with you just barely conscious enough to make noises that can only be done by a broken whore and be obidedient to my orders.

"Tighten your stupid hole"

"You like this dont you?"

"For being drugged up, your body sure is honest on what it wants"

You can see that your body is covered in cum. It's leaking from your holes, in your chest, hair, and stomach.

"You wanna cum dont you?"

You can see that you suddenly snap back to life in the video, nodding your head like a rabid animal

"Y-Yesh sirr~" you manage out

My hands creep their way from your collarbone and around your neck and clamp down suddenly. Your body instinctively puts its hands around my wrists as you hear the sounds of your choking come through your phone.

The thrusting picks up more violently, and each time it slams into you, a pathetic noise comes out of you. Finally, you see your body start twitching violently as your back starts to arch and you wrap your legs around my hip.

You can see more cup drip out of you as you can assume I dump more into you.

Your body let's go of me as the camera gets picked up and brought closer to your face as the thing that was just inside of you is placed upon your mouth.

"Clean it"

Without missing a beat, your mouth opens and accepts it inside of you. And with that, the video cuts.

[knots-and-bolts]

idgaf if im trans im fucking my fake cum deeper into your twitching cervix, and you’ll be suuperr pregnant, with love xoxo

[deunmiu-dessie]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

[ryiju-muunie]

Your boyfriend who sleepily fondled your naked body as you both napped together on your bed, letting calloused fingers drag along skin. Who pulled his erection out of his pants to drag his head along your ass, pressing against your warmth to satiate his heat.

He was so lust drunk off your scent it was hard to grasp what he was doing until the pleasure started. Hips grinding against your behind, fingers gripping into your stomach, and legs entangling upon legs. It felt so good how you squirmed underneath him, none the wiser.

His calloused fingers dipped into your wetness, to play along your clit as your mouth opened. It felt so good right? As he ground his erection into your ass and whimpered, “F-Fuck.. you feel so good..”

Your boyfriend spread you apart and slowly let one digit get sucked into your cunt, rubbing against your walls until it hit that perfect spot. Again he abused it, getting closer to his high and pulling one orgasm out of your sleeping body. You whined and bucked your hips as you came, releasing your fluids onto his palm.

“Good girl… that’s it..” He’d coo, pulling his hand back to lick his fingers from your juices as his orgasm started to build. It was slow before it got intense, blinding him with white hot pleasure. He bucked his hips and for a second he was sure he woke you when his spend squirted all along your back. But he was pleasantly surprised to hear you stir and snore softly, drifting back to sleep.

Your boyfriend who’d deny the claims he fucked you senseless while you slept, even though the evidence was stuck to your back.

Strawpage | Bluesky

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

CW: Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon, Cervix Penetration

Imagine dating a monster whose saliva acts a potent aphrodisiac. Cumming endlessly on their thick tongue as it rams your cunt and twists within your womb. The flood of slick pouring out of your cunt mixing deliciously with their saliva.

They can’t fit their cock inside you but they’ll be damned if they don’t stuff your womb.

The worse is the aftermath. Their aphrodisiac saliva now covers your cunt inside and out. Creating an itch of throbbing arousal that can’t be abated. Your monster boyfriend watches amusedly as you spend the rest of the day trying to be productive. Catching you rutting against pillows and table corner.

You beg for their tongue once more and it smiles. You will be stuck in this lewd cycle for as long as you’re addicted to its tongue. 

[rainandm0ss]

His hand came to my face, gentle—calloused fingers stroking a tear from my cheek. His thumb lingered there, warm and slow, like he was trying to soothe something raw.

“Shh,” he murmured, voice low. “You’re okay. You did so good for me.”

His thumb stroked my cheek again.

“So sweet when you give in,” he whispered. “Didn’t fight nearly as hard that time.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth, feather-light.

“You made me proud, sweetheart.”

Like praise. Like comfort.

Like none of it had been violence at all.

🌙 Let the World Burn — dark psychological horror x romance fic 🔥 Possessive Dabi | Obsession | Power Imbalance | Control Disguised as Care | Dubious Consent 🖤 112k+ | 21+ Chapters | AO3: RainandMoss

[drgnflyteabox]

mdni - implied fat!reader x bluecollar!simon riley drabble - simon is a bit of a creep also lol

Bluecollar!Simon Riley whose house floods so he has to spend the next few days in a cheap, seedy motel

First morning there he's leaving for work just as the sun is rising. Its hot, humid, and he's a shitty mood because he'll be working all day and it's only gonna get hotter

Simon Riley who smokes a couple cigs before he goes, sitting on a plastic lawn chair on his concrete faux patio when he sees you

You're flustered, damp with sweat and skin sun-kissed. You've got a laundry basket on your hip and immediately he's imagining a baby there instead. His baby.

Simon Riley who's shameless about staring at you struggling with the laundry door, dropping your clothes and giving him a view of your wide hips and plush ass in very short pajama shorts

You're so flustered:(( nearly in tears while you pick everything up. The shorts are a little tight, a little worn, and the thin material gives him just enough of a view of your pussy that it sustains him the whole day :')

All he can imagine is coming back and sinking into you :') not even necessarily fucking right away, but keeping his cock warm and relieving the tension in his body. He deserves that, no?

He's not creeping, necessarily, when he takes note of the lotion you use. Vanilla. He just happened to be having a smoke and walking right by your window, where you've got one foot propped on a chair rubbing it into your skin.

Your room is tidy. Despite the stained walls, cracks in the ceiling and overall dingy-ness, you've managed to make it look cozy.

New sheets, a fluffy blanket, string lights strung across the wall. Beside you, lotions and creams and washes - he snorts a little to himself. The bathrooms here don't have any counter space or mirrors to set them down on.

But his house does. In fact, most of his shelves are empty everywhere. His pantry, his closets. The only thing he's got are work clothes and beers in the fridge. Maybe a stray heel of bread.

Simon Riley who decides he'll have you move in before he even talks to you, before he starts memorizing your schedule on the weekends and evenings he gets home. You're struggling, on the edge of homelessness, but he knows you'd be the perfect wife and mother. That you'd bring light and warmth to his house, fill those empty shelves and empty rooms...

[virtual-pain-box]

"dirty talk" but I just threaten to rape you for 45 minutes while you're blackout drunk and relying on me for a ride home.

[desperatemajyyk]

straddling a priest on a pew, feeling his clothed cock stiffen under you. he tries to object, stammering, but you can tell he wants it just as much as you do. you wait, giving him every chance to truly stop you, to yell, to push you, anything. he doesn't. all he does is mutter prayers to god, not asking for this to end, but to be forgiven.

his prayers are replaced with pathetic, needy noises as you slowly grind against him. it takes practically no time for him to cum in his own pants.

he's crying silently, but it's okay. you kiss his face and lick his tears and whisper reassurances that no one will know. you're certain that this won't be the last time this happens, and that next time you won't be the one who has to initiate it.

[deunmiu-dessie]

innocent!commoner reader who diligently gathers berries in the forest every day for the village children. innocent!commoner reader who happens to stumble upon a wounded soul along their customary route through the woods. innocent!commoner reader whose pure heart and selfless nature guides them to tend to him. innocent!commoner reader who prattles to the unconscious man every day when they check up on him. innocent!commoner reader who ought to be frightened of the monstrous being. innocent!commoner reader who should've just left him there. ˙◠˙

injured!minotaur who wakes up to the sight of a tiny human nestled at his hip, sleep. injured!minotaur who accidentally startles you awake with a pained rumble. injured!minotaur who thanks you begrudgingly for tending to his injuries. injured!minotaur who gradually becomes accustomed to your presence and your chatter as the days pass while he waits for a full recovery. injured!minotaur who finds your naivety cute. injured!minotaur who suddenly finds himself wanting to corrupt you in every possible way. injured!minotaur who mischievously tells you that the only way for him to get better is by using your body. injured!minotaur who forcefully removes your clothing despite your whiny protests. injured!minotaur who promises he'll be all better after using your tiny human hole. injured!minotaur who groans as you willingly part your legs for him, with wide, innocent, tear-filled eyes. "i-if you're sure it'll help." ˙ᵕ˙

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[roseblog-but-evil]

okay but like im just imagining

im lounging about wearing nothing but my boxers, havent changed them in a few days so they reek. suddenly a big dog runs up to my crotch and starts sniffing. i giggle, embarrassed, and gently try to guide him away. but he won’t budge, and his wet snout pushing at my balls through my boxers starts making me a bit aroused. i really start trying to sit up and close my legs and push him away or something, but he gets his snout under my boxers and right against my asshole and starts licking. this is gross i don’t want this and yet im not making an effort to move, basking in the pleasure of being eaten out by a giant, wet tongue. as his tongue gets deeper and more aggressive, i look down and see his big red cock start to poke out from his sheath, and im ashamed at how i blush. i start getting so hard that my cock peeks through the unbuttoned hole in my boxers. i feel so fucking disgusting and ashamed and should really make more of an effort to get up…but it feels so fucking good. the moral greyness and taboo of it all only serves to arouse me more. fuck im depraved.

then he leaps up on top of me, and i fall back under his weight on my chest. i feel him start to guide his soaking wet tip towards my now sopping hole. fuck okay wait i should really stop this now. but it’s too late, with his weight holding me down i no longer have a choice (but did i even want one?). finally after some clumsy movement he manages to push his tip inside of me, and i start to moan. the dog whimpers right above my head, panting as he frantically tries to push in deeper. his tongue is out, drool and hot air colliding with my face as he continues to rut in and out of me ferally. fuck this feels so fucking good. his massive tip keeps pressing directly into my prostate as his warm fluffy body glides over my now throbbing dick over and over and over. warm jets of hot precum keep shooting inside me as his saggy balls slap against my body, and i feel myself start to get sticky where his body is rubbing. fuck im actually gonna cum from dog dick. i can feel his knot start to inflate and push against me, aching to be let in. im squirming and moaning and panting alongside him now, some of the dog’s drool falling onto my tongue. im too lost in the pleasure of it all to care.

the two of us are wet whimpery messes now, both very clearly close to orgasm. the warmth building in me finally climaxes, and i cum. i shoot out a few warm ropes of cum all over our chests, now getting overstimulated from the continued pounding. i cant even focus on the shame of that orgasm because the dog’s knot finally pushes inside of me and i feel all his movements stop except for his cock. he howls. i feel all the twitches as each massive hot load violates my inner walls, not even able to leak out until the knot deflates. his body then completely collapses onto mine, pressing my cum deeper against my chest. his tongue stays out, falling right into my open mouth. i whimper. this is fucking humiliating.

the two of us lay there stuck together for a while, spent and sticky and satisfied. after an eternity of mutual panting, the dog finally yanks his dick out of me with a loud pop. he trots away happily as i lay there covered in saliva and my own cum. the dog’s own seed now starts leaking from my ass, a large hot puddle forming between my legs. i hate how empty my hole feels now. fuck, everything is so warm. how could that dog violate me like that and then just walk away? he didnt even care about the taboo or the shame or anything, i was just a warm hole to fuck. that thought nearly gets me hard all over again. what is wrong with me?

fuck i need a shower.

(i actually had to pause in the middle of writing this to jerk off and cum all over myself 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 im actually disgusting 🥴)

(also im doing my part to bring more stories of beautiful transgender women getting raped by dogs into the world o7)

[askoverkill]

Mira would be better at this...

transcript below:

(You have no idea what to do.) (Mirabelle should be the one here, she's the brave and caring one.) (She'd have the perfect thing to say at hand.)

(You used to understand Isabeau, or at least, you thought you did.) (Always quick to lighten the mood or offer support.) (He was the party's emotional rock.)

(But... maybe you were reading too into it?) (He's here to protect Mirabelle, and by extension, the party.) (it was work, that's all.)

(And now that he doesn't like your jokes, what use are you to him?) (It's a job, you have to get along with your clients.) (You were never his friend, not really.)

(But still...) (He's scared.) (You can't sit here and do nothing.)

(You remember that touch is useful to make people less upset, or so you've heard.) (Maybe... you could try?)

(Breath hitching.) (You're shaking.) (Touch!?!!)

(He's surrounding you.) (He's everywhere.) (You can't move.)

(A hug!?!) (This is a hug!!!) (You're not wearing your cloak, he's touching you!) (No barriers, all touch!!!!)

(This is!!! A lot!!!) (He's got all of you!!!!) (All at once!! In a hug!!!!!!!)

(And.) (Just like that.) (He throws himself off you.)

(He's off so quick, it was like you were burning him.) (But how odd, when it is his body heat that lingers on you, still hot.) (Your body shivers, nerves alight.)

I'm sorry, that was- oh, Change, I'm sorry!

(...Why?) (Why is he looking at you like that?)

(You can barely breathe.) (You want to say something, but you can only stare.) (What could you say, anyway?)

Sorry, I'll go.

(He stumbles out of his seat, rushing out the room.) (He looked... terrified?)

(Huh? What? Why would he be scared of you?) (Did you pat him on the shoulder wrong?)

(Was it... the hug? Did you hug bad?) (Oh no, you're supposed to hug back, aren't you?) (Oh no, no, no, no, you screwed this up?!!!?)

[loomiseater]

Some Fun

warnings: smut ofc!, dub con, intercourse, and cum eating.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Billy Loomis x fem!reader

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Written: July 17th, 2024- August 4th, 2024

Published: August 4th, 2024

Summary: Billy wants to have some fun with you.

wc: 1,599

request: ok so it's the end of the movie and billy decided to fuck reader instead of killing reader.

“Oh, don’t think we’ve forgot about you, Y/n” Billy teasingly said as he pointed the knife at me. “Please- I didn’t do anything! Please Billy! I’m begging you, don’t kill me!” I pleaded to him on my knees. It was like he was secretly getting off to it.

Him and Stu were both a bunch of sick fucks. 

“Tell me…why should I not kill you?” He asked me. I don’t know? Maybe because I want to see my future?! I didn’t answer him but instead I looked around the kitchen and the doorways to see if Stu was around. He was no where in sight..so I ran for it.

I hurried up the stairs but Billy was hot on my trail. As he was running up the stairs after me I grabbed the glass vase and threw it at him to slow him down. And it did slow him down, I ran into Stu’s parents room and locked the door. As soon as I ran into the room I saw Sidney’s body. 

She was dead. My best friend was dead. Her throat had been slit along with stab wounds in her stomach, she didn’t deserve to go out like that. I fell down to the ground to hug her one last time. 

As I gave her a kiss to the forehead, I was met with Stu rushing out of the closet grabbing me from behind. He was laughing as I was kicking and screaming. “Let me go!” I shouted. “Now why would I do that?” He questioned with his head tilted. 

Before I answered him I broke down in tears. “I didn’t do anything to you two! Please! Just let me live, I won’t call the cops! I’ll keep it a secret!” I pleaded. “We both know that’s not true, sweetheart” Stu said as he gripped my jaw. “Ounch!” 

He pulled me out of his parents room and dragged me into his bedroom where Billy was waiting. He was sat on Stu’s bed smoking a cigarette but soon blew it out when I was thrown on the bed next to him. As I sat up, Billy traced my cheek with his blood covered hand and I was shaking in fear.

“You can leave now” Billy said to Stu, not even acknowledging him. It was now Just Billy and I in the room. The silence was so loud and so scary. Was he about to murder me next?

“You’re pretty, you know that?” It sounded as if it was a question but I didn’t answer. “I’ve always wanted you Y/n. Since the first time we met in 8th grade, but you never gave me a chance” he started off as he pushed some of my hair back. “But now..I’m gonna take that chance” Billy said before he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me.

I hesitated at first but eventually gave in. I eventually pulled away from the kiss, now feeling guilty. I’m kissing the man who murdered my friends. 

I tried to get up off the bed but Billy yanked me but down as I shrieked. “The hell do you think you’re going?” He asked with a glare. “This isn’t right Billy! You and Stu MURDERED our friends- I’m not doing anything with you” I explained before crossing my arms.

“The hell you are” He responded before grabbing my and pushing me roughly on the bed. “What I say goes” he sternly said as he pointed to himself. “You’re not the boss of me!” I snapped back.

He pushed my chest down with one hand so he could show his dominance. 

“Be quiet!” He lowly but sternly said as he was now face to face with me. 

Billy started pulling my skirt down along with my blood stained top. My face began to feel hot and tears started falling. The quiet room was now filled with my quiet sobs and Billy’s shushes.

“Hey, look at me. Don’t cry” He softly said as he gave me another kiss. He soon leaned down and started placing kisses on the exposed parts of my chest. As much as I don’t wanna admit it, his kisses were turning me on, my panties were beginning to feel soaked.

Billy unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor. He grabbed my right boob and kissed it before he sucked my nipple. I tried to hold back but a moan slipped out. “Don’t hold back, baby” he replied as I closed my eyes shut.

As he was sucking my boobs, his hands roamed free on my body before they stopped at my entrance. His thumb began rubbing small circles over my clothed clit. “Billy- please!” I whined as I gripped his wrist. He let out a dark chuckle before he answered to my whines.

“Please what? Go faster?” He said with a sinister grin. He picked up the pace and my legs began to shake. “I knew you’d like this. Dirty whore” he stated before I squirted. It was all on my panties and on the palm of his hand.

“Beautiful” he whispered as he went in to kiss my inner thighs. He pulled my panties off and in my head I kept telling myself that I don’t want it but my body was craving it. 

Him, his touch, his dick…

Billy unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. He pulled his dick out and I was amazed at the size. My eyes widened. He was at least 8 inches, the tip was red, the shaft was veiny, and he was leaking pre cum.

“Ya know? I was gonna stretch you out but im tired of waiting. And you haven’t been all that nice to me today” he arrogantly said, almost as if I was in the wrong. “Maybe because you murdered MY friends! Are you insane?” I shouted. I was furious at his statement. Does he not hear himself?!

He grabbed my throat tightly as he pushed himself inside. The stretch was intense yet pleasureful. He bottomed out in me as he leaned his back groaning. “Billy!” I moaned. 

He pulled back out and shoved himself back in beginning to thrust. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this exact moment” he expressed. Billy removed his hand from my throat and began to grip my hips. 

I started moaning loudly, there’s no point of bothering to hide the pleasure anymore. I’m already wet.  “Good girl” he grunted. His thrusts soon began to get rough and the sound of our skin clapping against each other filled the room.

His balls slapped abasing my clit and to be completely honest this is the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. I was filled with lust but also guilt. I was having sex with a murderer. Im just as bad as Billy and Stu.

“Mhhm you like that?” Billy moaned as he placed kissed along my neck. “Yes baby, feels- so good!” I replied as my eyes rolled back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way back until they touched my ears.

His dick was digging deeper than it was before with this new angle. And I loved it. “Shit! I’m about to cum!” He moaned in my ear as whines left my throat. My legs were still pushed back as he began giving me powerful, slow thrusts. “Look at you creaming on my dick” he whispered.

“I love you’re dick so much!” I shouted as tears fell down my face. “I want this pretty pussy to cum on my dick, cmon baby, I know you can” He said in a husky voice. I don’t know but the voice just did it for me.

Suddenly the feeling in my stomach snapped and I came on his dick. “Ohh yesss” I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. Billy was still fucking me bust his thrusts got slow and sloppy, I knew he was coming to an end. 

He pulled out of me and came on my stomach. I looked down and the creamy substance and he swiped some of it with his fingers and shoved them in my mouth. I sucked the cum of his fingers as his rolled back and groans slipped from his mouth.

He eventually got up and began to put his clothes back on as I covered myself with the bed sheet. 

“Put you’re fucking clothes on you’re coming with us” he demanded. I didn’t want to anger him so I did as told without any back talk. I see how well that went for my friends…

As I was putting my shoes back on he walked over to me and stood in front of me. “Me and Stu are skipping town and you’re coming with us. We’re gonna go to the store, grab a couple of things, and leave” he stated.

I simply nodded my head and followed him out the room and downstairs to the front door. I was met with Randy’s dead body. He had been stabbed in his throat several times along with a bullet to the shoulder.

It took everything in me to hold my tears back. My friends were dead and I’m skipping town with their murderers..not like I had much of a choice though.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Stu appeared next to me. “Maybe Billy will let me have some fun with you” he said with a evil smirk on his face. “Not a chance, fuck rag!” Billy replied as he shoved Stu in the shoulder. ‘Ow!” Stu winced.

[gooseboy42]

*ding dong*

The doorbell rings. I look up from the TV, where I was focused on a video game. I have to focus very hard if I want to make any progress, otherwise my fat fingers or constantly intoxicated mind will mess me up. I look around expectantly, waiting for my feeder to run down the hallway and bring my food to me

*ding dong*

Where are they? I feel my stomach rumble from sudden hunger, despite the fact that I had finished a bag of chips and a 2 liter of soda minutes ago. Then suddenly, through my haze filled mind, a memory pokes out. My feeder leaving the house to pick up some more weed and booze. Shit. They’re not back yet.

*ding dong*

The delivery driver is getting impatient I’m sure. I guess I’ll just have to get the food. I can’t remember the last time I stood up without help, but I’m starting to get desperate. I shift my body forwards, pushing my belly forwards in hopes that it helps to counteract my fat ass. I brace against the arm of the couch and heave myself forwards. Somehow, miraculously, I’m able to stand up. I instantly want to sit back down. My body is so heavy and clumsy. My belly hangs 6 inches above my knees, not covering them yet, but getting there. I’m already wheezing and I haven’t even taken a single step.

*ding dong ding dong*

Fuck, they’re gonna leave soon with my food. My belly grumbles. I brace myself and start to waddle forward. My thighs force my legs apart so walking normally is absolutely out of the question. Each step makes my belly slap against my thighs, making it difficult to move my legs very much. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, and I get a stitch in my side from how hard I’m breathing.

“COMING”

I manage to wheeze out, hoping it was loud enough for the delivery driver to hear. Fuck me, when did I get so out of shape? I start to realize how fat I’ve gotten, slightly sobering up for the first time in… days? Months? Years? I’m not sure. I realize how truly obese and unhealthy I am and start to panic, I’m getting huge, how did I let myself go so badly? Just then I hear voices outside the door and a key in the lock.

“I’m so sorry piggy!” My feeder says as they come through the door with the food from the delivery driver, as well as bags full of alcohol and weed. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone so long! I thought I would be back by the time the delivery driver got here, but there was an accident on the freeway and- what’s wrong Piggy?”

I realize I must look panicked. “Nothing!” I try to wheeze out but my feeder cuts me off.

“Oh, piggy must have run out of vodka and edibles while I was out. It’s a good thing I arrived when I did” they laugh as they pass me a shot. I down it without thinking, not even considering that maybe I shouldn’t have done that. They give me an edible that i don’t know the dosage of, which I eat before doing another shot.

“There you go piggy, get nice and relaxed for me” my feeder purrs to me. I feel the shots start to hit me as warmth floods through my body. I giggle and waddle my way back to the couch. Luckily i didn’t make it very far so the journey back was easy. I plop back on the couch, which whines underneath me, and without even waiting to catch my breath, rip into one of the takeout containers my feeder held. I moan as the food enters my mouth, it tastes so fucking good. What was I worried about? Eh, who cares. I dig into the greasy burger as my feeder praises me and plays with my gut, and makes sure to keep a constant stream of beers and bong hits going into me

[sirbonesly]

LowStandards!Reader/Simon Riley pt.1

You've had plenty of relationships that you'd classify as 'shitty', but none of them lasted longer than your last ex, Jason. When your friends called him manipulative, you always brushed them off, said he was better than the other guys, that he actually showed some care. He helped out around the house when you asked (begged him to with promise of a blowjob) and he always listened when you said you didn't feel like sex (it always took a few tries, and sometimes you'd just let him keep going because he got in that 'state'). But things came to a head a few months after the new neighbour, Simon, moved in.

Simon is nice, polite. He helps you with groceries when the lift is broken (more often than not, it's out of order) and he never asks for anything in return. You've never seen much of his face, always wearing a medical face mask, or a balaclava during the colder winter months. It had been good, though Jason was completely unaware of your kindness towards the stranger. You had tried to convince yourself that the guilt about talking and smiling with your neighbour was because you needed to stay loyal to Jason, and not because you knew, deep down, that Jason was not a good man.

A few months after Simon moved in is when everything happened. Jason had gotten mad because once again, you didn't want to have sex tonight, had wanted a quiet date night at home. Things escalated, he started shouting, and then a vase is shattering against the wall you share with the new neighbour. When the lamp follows nearly a minute later, you lock yourself in the washroom, frozen with a fear you hadn't felt since that time someone tried mugging you and your father years ago.

But then the shouting stops, Jason isn't banging on the door anymore, and there's an eerie silence. You don't dare open the door, having been dragged to one too many seminars by your friends (all attempting to convince you that Jason is a piece of garbage.) So you listen, hear muffled voices getting louder, and louder, until they suddenly stop and someone hits the floor.

Worry for your boyfriend has you opening the door, and a horrible part of your mind wonders what will happen if Jason is alright. It wouldn't be the first time he's gotten rough, has pushed you around or gripped too tightly. But he's angrier than you've ever seen him, and that fear is gripping tight.

The sight that greets you as you slowly peak around the corner is one that makes your stomach sink and a desperate part of your mind want to smile. Simon is on the ground, one hand holding Jason's arm behind his back, and the other around Jason's throat in a choke hold. You're frozen, split between wanting to stop Simon, and wanting to see what he'll do to Jason.

"Don't just stand there! Get your guard dog off of me, you psycho whore!"

Jason's cry for help, though the words confuse you a bit, has you moving. Small steps, socked feet padding along the floor as Simon finally looks up at you, coming to a stop next to him. You look at the broken shards of glass on the floor, the lamp and vase that you had picked out all on your own because Jason couldn't be bothered to help furnish your new flat. The flat you bought because you wanted to be closer to him.

"You alright, luvie?"

Your eyes are burning, tears wanting to fall but you stubbornly wipe them away. Not answering Simon's question, not actually sure how you're doing, you grab Jason's phone and his wallet. Simon hauls Jason to his feet, being extra rough about it as Jason grunts and curses at the massive man.

There's a numbness growing in your chest, blocking out Jason's curses and crude words, the ways he's struggling against Simon's iron grip. Your neighbour shows no sign of struggling to hold your boyfriend, and honestly, it's a little pathetic to watch Jason.

How many times did he tell you that struggling only made things hurt more? How much of his knowledge of bondage was real when the knots he tied hurt and would dig into your skin? Jason would boast that you were lucky he was around to help fix things, always a few days too late after Simon already fixed it. It always gave him ammunition to call you crazy, say you're wasting his time. This was just the last straw.

It doesn't take long, a single word while shoving Jason's phone and wallet at him, any protests shut down quick by Simon practically throwing him into the hall, and suddenly Jason is now your ex-boyfriend. When the door finally slams shut, with a few choice words thrown at you, a homophobic slur added to it, Simon is already pulling you into his arms.

"It's alright, luvie. I'm here, not going anywhere, come sit on the couch, come on."

[deunmiu-dessie]

werewolf!ex-boyfriend who you've been out of a relationship for the last couple of months. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who can't get over you, who doesn't want to get over you. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who becomes dangerously obsessed with you, because you belong to him, he's already laid his claim on you. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who stalks you all over town. werewolf!ex-boyfriend thinking of ways to win you back. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who becomes desperate when you move on to someone else. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who follows you home from work one night. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who drags you into an empty alleyway, covering your mouth. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who whimpers and pleads, humping against your thigh. "just the tip, that's it. you don't mind, right?" ˙◠˙

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