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The Pit

COD masterlist Part 1/2

Ghost/Soap/female reader 6.3k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI, dub con, kidnapping, manipulative hurt/comfort, whump, the guys shave you, humiliation, forced orgasm, predator/prey, medical inaccuracies. Clothed males/naked female. The Pit by Silversun Pickups. Horror-ish. Misery inspired.

Winter in the mountains can be cruel.

This is something you’ve always known, even as a child. You were raised with it. Chose to return to it after school, decided to make a go of it, of a life here, as an adult. You knew what you were getting yourself into, long cold winters that felt both bleak and promising, unblemished blankets of snow possessing the ability to be stunning, while also lethal. Winters were dangerous, silent killers that left corpses in their wake and no amount of lupine or paintbrushes, glacier fed lakes or springtime moose calves could make up for the hell that winter wrought. Winter brings most living things to the knife’s edge of survival, forcing most to bow beneath the weight of its fury, backs breaking with the burden of just existing in an environment that truly acts, and feels, inhospitable.

Although, there are those who do more than survive the cold, violent stretch of winter.

There are predators who thrive.

“You closin’?” Your coworker, the new one, asks from where she’s settled across the dark wood bar, two amber Budweiser bottles empty in front her idle hands, eyes wandering to guys posted up by the loneliest pool table in fifty square miles.

“I am.” She casts the only window in the entire place a surreptitious glance, fingers peeling away at a label. It’s snowing, has been for hours, flakes fat and wet, fluffy enough that the density of the snow on the ground is light, but dangerous, as it hides the real risk underneath; packed snow sitting with a slick sheen of ice on top.

“You still trying to make it over Fall River pass tonight?” You nod.

“Yeah. Supposed to see my brother and his new place this weekend.”

“Fall River? Is that even open right now?” Andy, a regular who lives a few streets over from you, chimes in, twisting an empty rocks glass in his fist. You pull the bottle of Jameson from the rail and tip it vertical, honey brown liquid sloshing like a wave until his glass is halfway full, and he gives you a flirty kind of smile, the same one he’s been giving you for a year now. Yeeesh.

“It is. I could go around, but it just takes too long. And it’s Friday. I’m not trying to be stuck on the highway with weekend traffic.” You complain, and they both commiserate your opinion. The traffic is brutal, especially in the winter. Driving in hazardous conditions is considered to be a talent more than an innate ability here, and people often overestimate their aptitude for it, causing crashes and delays that get the highway shut down for hours, or even days, at times. You shrug. “I’ve had my snow tires on for weeks. Might as well get some use out of them.” Andy snorts.

“Like you haven’t been gettin’ good use out of them? First real snow was before Halloween this year.” You nod. He’s not wrong. You did get dumped on two weeks before the end of October, twenty-three inches piling up within two days, before half the area was even ready for it. You throw him a polite smile, one that you hope reads like ‘okay thanks for the concern, we’re done now’ and he sighs. “Well, drive safe.”

Fall River pass, it turns out, is not open. It’s closed by the time you split off from the interstate and start the windy, switch-backed trek in your jeep, flashing orange and yellow lights dotting the top of a barricade just barely visible through the speckled snow flying by in your headlights.

Fuck. You could have sworn the DOT website said it was open. You take a deep breath, quelling the anxiety that roils your stomach. Okay. Not the end of the world. There’s another road. A less maintained option, but… you’ll be fine. You’ve driven in worse.

The other road, a sharp, narrow, desolate path that cuts through a large swath of unmanaged forest just outside the national park, is easy at first. You’ve been driving the same jeep for years, a 2007 two door Wrangler, and you know how it handles like the back of your hand. With snow tires, it could pretty much cut through anything, even unplowed, fire watch roads like this one.

Which is why, after the first few miles, your nerves fully settle, and you allow yourself to relax a little bit behind the wheel, easing the jeep across the dips and slicks in the road as you cautiously build speed, snow falling fast through night, growing thicker the higher you travel into wilderness territory, and the farther you left modern civilization behind.

An hour creeps by, and then two. Long enough that you’ve now realized you’re the only one using this road, fresh snow blanketing the woods around you, topography and vegetation starting to change as you encroach on what you assume must be eleven thousand feet. You’ve seen this road on google maps once, or twice maybe, having noted it for future travel just in case of a situation like this. It runs perpendicular to Fall River, and eventually meets another, one that must be similar, on the other side of the range. The secondary road is one that takes you along the ridge, and then down, you’re pretty sure, although you can’t be one hundred percent certain, because you lost cell reception before you even turned off from Fall River.

Still, won’t hurt to check and see if you have this area downloaded.

You pull your phone from the center console, thumbing at the screen, allowing your eyes to linger too long without looking back up through the windshield. No one else is out here. It’s not like you need to worry about oncoming traffic. The little SOS insignia blinks at the top corner, and you tap on the map icon, hoping it will bring up your geo location so you can glance at the satellite image of the area.

You’re so fixated watching the little circle of death try to load, that by the time you look up and see the tree laying across the road, it’s far too late. You do the first thing you were always taught not to do in winter conditions, and slam on the brake, shoving the pedal to floor, heart rate sky rocketing as you panic and lose total control of the jeep. You spin, shoulders and chest jamming against the seatbelt, headlights flashing off into the woods, illuminating an endlessly dark web of trees, bark and branch scratching across the paint as you careen off the road, tipping too precariously onto two wheels and then rolling.

Time, your life, stands completely still for a moment. You see every individual fiber of the pine needles, every uniquely designed snowflake, every single droplet of blood that floats away from your face and through midair as you crash through the forest, your grasp on consciousness slipping farther and farther away, the jeep finally coming to a stop on its side, your head cracked against the driver’s window, stars and streaks spawning out across your vision, headlights finally blinking out completely, leaving you alone in the dark. Your head spins like you’re still rolling, and the only sound in the dead silent snow is your harsh breathing, frantic terror bubbling up through your throat as pain surges through your body.

It's freezing, but you feel surprisingly warm.

You’re going to die out here. No one knows you took this road, you don’t have service, by the time they find you, it’ll be too late. You’ll be a bled out, frozen corpse, long gone and-

You lose your train of thought quickly. Everything starts to fracture, fissures forming in your consciousness, part of you already losing the battle to the inevitable, darkness pulling over your eyes like a knit hat, lungs heaving just a little harder with each breath.

You could just close your eyes. Just for a moment.

Light sweeps across the ground, flashing across your face. You think, if you were truly with it, in your right mind, you’d think it was too bright. You’d say it was blinding.

But you can’t formulate anything of the sort, mind too busy slipping away, falling into an inky black depth, just barely on the verge when you feel a gloved hand on your skin, the lilt of an accent on the wind.

Sleep.

You’re drifting. Falling through a stardusted, molasses filled haze, your mind ebbs and flows with consciousness; soft and warm feelings contrasted with sharp pain that bites through your body as if it’s slowly trying to eat you, chipping away piece by piece.

There are words, voices. There are hands too, fingers walking across your skin, limbs being moved, arranged, always with pain that’s followed by a hushed whisper of apology, a confusing sentiment in the dark. Your eyes won’t open. Your mouth won’t work. Your head is stuffed with cotton, wispy strands of connections that can’t quite get there, scrounging along the walls of your skull, trying to meet in the middle. You’re drowning, sinking to the bottom of a macabre pool, the one that’s infected your synapses and kept you just inside the shelter of delirium.

You try to call for help, but you can’t.

You try to swim to the surface, but the grisly black of your mind is never ending.

You’re dying, the tiny sliver of rational thought assures. Or you’re already dead.

Despair swells, and if you could feel your face, you’d think you were crying, lost to the sweeping desolation of your pain. It steals your breathe. Your sense. Everything becomes secondary to the obliterating agony that you feel.

Something touches your cheek. Your eyes fight to open, straining against the heaviness that weighs on them, just barely blinking wide enough to let some light in, your vision fuzzily trying to focus.

Wood beams come into view. A ceiling? Where-

You try to turn your head but an electric shock rattles through your brain, forcing you to slam your eyes shut again, world spinning on an uneven axis as something on the edge of your sight shifts. A monster. A man?

Something is said, whispered, and then everything fades away, your mind and body slipping beneath the waves of darkness.

The next time you surface, you manage to cling to consciousness long enough to take stock of your surroundings, realizing you’re tucked into a soft, warm bed almost immediately, something hot near your feet, pillows fluffed beneath you. A hand stitched quilt is spread across the top of copious other blankets and sheets, and your fingertips scratch against the fabric. Flannel.

You’re also awake long enough to truly experience the pain you’re in.

One thousand tiny knives rattle around in your skull, slicing into the soft matter of your brain, tearing you apart piece by piece, everything in you unmoored and off balance. Searing pain radiates up your leg, through your arm and wrist to your head and neck, and when your instinct urges you to try to move, your body screams in protest, the pain so intense that you cry out.

That’s when you see him.

A man steps towards you from the edge of your peripheral, and you freeze in terror.

“Shhh. We’re not goin’ hurt ye. Ye had a terrible accident. Pure luck we found ye when we did, dove. Ye would’ve died out there.” He coos in an accent, inching closer, and you manage to get a better look at him, recognition failing immediately. An accident? An accident… memories come flooding back, broken clips of the jeep spinning, rolling, the woods, the fear. Who is he? Where are you? Brilliant blue eyes look down at you with concern, handsome face tweaked into worry, furrow in his brow partially covered by the long strands of an overgrown mohawk. He’s pretty. “Can ye follow my finger?” He presents one in front of your nose, but it splits into two, and then three, just the attempt to focus enough to make your head throb, and a whimper escapes from your throat. “I know, I know.” There’s a ceramic mug in his hand, and he carefully lifts it to your lips, encouraging you as he tips it back, warm, sweet liquid washing down your throat. You can’t even move your arms to push him away, and when he seems to be satisfied, his thumb wipes the corner of your mouth. “Good love. Well done.” You feel woozy all of the sudden, maybe even a little nauseous, and you think you could be hallucinating when another man appears at the foot of the bed, handsome, but in a rugged way, watching you with honeyed brown eyes, the broadest, biggest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Those bones need setting.” He says, and the pretty one grimaces, fingertips trailing along your cheek.

“Maybe tomorrow. I’m still worried about the concussion.” His thumb cards across your brow.

“It’s been three days, Johnny. Can’t put it off too much longer.” Three days? Your brain latches onto the time. Three days of what? Since when? You’re starting to fade, trying to focus on what they’re saying but losing the battle horrendously when the blankets shift, warmth tucking down around your waist and shoulders, unable to react or even speak when they both press a kiss to your forehead, affectionate and longing touch that startles you until you’re losing the battle to sleep.

It's snowing.

You don’t have to see to know. There’s something about how it hangs in the air, how the world sounds during a snowfall that blankets everything: houses, trees, mountains… your mind.

You love the snow. Even as a child, winter was your favorite. Winter brought you a sense of calm, of peace. It’s what brought you back here, kept you here, even amidst the perils. The feeling of a forest, lying still beneath the soft spun expanse of white, the crisp smell of the air the morning of a big snow, the eternal quiet that exists in the night when everything is dampened by the weight of a million, billion, uniquely crystalized webs of frozen water.

This snow feels different. It doesn’t feel like a velvety white, candy-coated dream world; but a nightmare… one filled with pain, anxiety. Where are you? What’s happened?

And why do you hurt so fucking bad?

“You’re awake.” A deep voice says from your side, and you flinch on instinct, immediately wishing you hadn’t as lightning sharp pain zings through you, your voice breaking with a cry. “Easy.” He cautions, and your head stops swimming long enough for you to realize it’s the brown eyed man, the bigger one. He’s sitting in a chair that looks far too small for his width, watching you with an intensity that makes you feel exposed.

“Where… am I?” You manage to choke out through stiff lips, your head spinning and the world tilting at the same time. It sours your stomach, more than you thought possible, and you try to swallow the burn of bile that’s racing up your throat.

“Are you going to be sick?” He strokes your face, the touch nearly sweet, but confusing, and you hold your tongue, unsure. He sighs, expression shifting into disapproval, and then a frown. “Tell me.”

“N-no, I don’t-“ You can’t even finish your denial before your stomach is heaving and he’s springing into action, shifting you onto your side where a clean bucket sits right next to the bed. You wail in misery, pain shooting through your leg and arm, your ribs, bile and spit leaking from your mouth.

“It’s alright, that’s it.” A hand soothes up and down your back as you dry heave, sputtering on nothing, tears dripping to the wooden floorboards with a splash.

“Nnrgh-“

“I know, I know. Poor thing.” He coos, and it sounds… endearing, so sweet yet… frightening, like the poison of a predatory, a pretty display meant to draw you in before it snaps a set of jaws shut around your face.

Somewhere, nestled inside the last shards of your sanity, an alarm bell whistles, but the intensity of your pain quickly drowns it out, and you cry aloud.

“Hurts.” He rolls you back to your original position, arranging you like a doll. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, sweet girl, I know. We’re going to fix it.” A cloth dabs at your forehead and then down to clean your mouth, just as the man with the mohawk appears on the bed, one knee down, leaning over you, worry rife in his features.

“Poor baby. Were ye sick again?” Again? You blink up at him. What is going on? He presses a glass to your lips, urging you to drink, and then pulling it away after you’ve had a few sips with a gentle “not too much.”

“Who are you?” The water is cold, refreshing, but a ting acidic, and you wonder if it’s well water, maybe?

“I’m Johnny.” He’s setting up something beside you, organizing it, but you can’t turn your head to look, and can’t quite catch it from your peripheral. “An’ this is Simon. Or Si, but ye probably willnae be callin’ him that quite yet.” Quite yet? What? Did they find you? Did they rescue you? Why can’t you remember?

“What happened.” You try again, gritting your teeth.

“Ye had an accident, remember? We talked about it yesterday. Ye rolled off the road, ended up nearly down the mountain, in the thick of the trees. Ye’re lucky the one didnae impale ye.” Impale?

“And you found me?” You're starting to feel tired again, all the sudden, woozy and weird, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. Shouldn't you be in a hospital? Why haven't they taken you to a doctor?

“Aye, we did. Pulled ye out, brought ye home.” Home?

“You don’t have to worry.” Simon, the bigger one, tells you. “We’re going to take care of you.” Take care of who? Everything is foggy, clouded, and you try to shake your head in confusion.

“I don’t… why-“

“Storm is pretty bad. One of those, once in a lifetime types. Pass is closed.” You close your eyes. Of course. The pass is closed. You guess you’re lucky. They could have left you to die, and you could have never been found. You could have frozen to death. Bled out.

“Thank… thank you.” Johnny hums, and then you ripple in shock as he leans forward and brushes his lips against your mouth in a kiss. This… this is not normal? Are Scottish people just… more affectionate?

“Want ye to know, if we didnae have to do this, we woudnae.” What?

“Do what?” Simon casts you a mournful glance, rising from the chair. He’s got piece of leather in his hand, like a cut from a belt, and your eyes dart between them, fear freezing solid inside your pores. Do what?

“Bite down on this, precious.” Simon instructs, placing the swatch against your bottom lip, and you jerk away in protest, pain burning through your body.

“Do what?” You try to sound strong, demanding, but it comes out a little less than timid, and he gives you a sad smile.

“Your femur is broken.” A warm hand rests on your leg, over the covers, and you try to click the pieces together. “And I suspect your radius is, too. We need to set them.”

Oh. Oh no.

“N-no, no, you… you ca-can’t.” You stutter. They can’t. A doctor should be doing that, shouldn’t they? Johnny hovers over you, placing his palm on your belly, stroking upwards to the middle of your chest, the other holding firm across your collarbone. His touch is gentle, but strong, and his thumb rubs in a cautious motion against your skin, lightly grazing the underside of your breast. It feels weird, and wrong… intimate in a way that makes you shiver. “Please. Please, please… don’t-“

“It’s alright.” He shushes you, and the pressure increases against your body as Simon wedges a thick finger between your teeth, slipping the worn leather in your mouth, bracing around your wrist, his other hand holding your elbow. You gasp for air, adrenaline fueled by pain and fear coursing through you, and Johnny coos, telling you ye’ll be alright, that ye’re with them now, and they’ll take such good care of ye.

“Take a deep breath.” Simon urges, and you stare at him, wide eyed, pulse thundering in your ears.

“Ye’ll probably pass out, bonnie. We’ll get the second one done while ye’re down, and I already gave ye somethin’ for the pain.” He assures, like it’s supposed to relieve you, and your nostrils flare as something tightens against your arm. Simon’s grip.

This can’t be happening. This has to be a nightmare. How can this happen? No, nononono-

There’s a crack. A crunch. Burning, obliterating torture rockets up your arm, exploding inside you like a shot. You scream and bite down at the same time, raw misery trying to claw it’s way out of your throat. You think you’re crying, hallucinating from the pain, having a heart attack, fucking dying, all at once. It hurts, it hurts so bad, stop, please-

“We’re sorry, we’re sorry.” Simon soothes, thumb wiping your cheek, but you can hardly hear him, your brain starting to sever itself from reality, floating away as you slip inside the dark tomb of your mind, losing yourself to the fog as they both stare down at you, sickeningly saccharine concern layered overtop the faces of wolves, predators licking their maws in preparation for a meal.

You sleep and wake in a haze.

You sleep. Your dreams are torments, visions of being chased through the mountains by monsters, being pinned to the ground, teeth tearing into your throat with no preamble, or nightmares of drowning, being swallowed by the ocean, lungs sputtering with concrete laden sea water.

You wake. Your vision blurs, mind scrambled by pain, vaguely aware of being moved, carried to the bathroom, held upright over a toilet, gentle touch soothing up and down your back, heavy palm cupping curve of your skull when your head is tipped back and something is dribbled past your lips. You blink blearily with stone weighted lids, taking in the room bit by bit, the wrought iron bed frame, crackling flames sparking in a fireplace, mountain of pillows sagging with the imprint of your body. Your limbs are wrapped and unwrapped, immobilized, and shifted, and the pain is enough to make you gasp for air, tipping you over into the decaying depths of unconsciousness again and again.

You sleep. Restless, chilled. Ice spreads from the nerves in the tip of your nose to your brain, your fingers, and you try to burrow it deeper, seeking the comfort of the pillows, but finding warm skin and muscle instead. In your sleep, it’s lovely. It’s comforting. Even when you’re rolled to your side, something sticking under your tongue, you chase the heady thick heat that seems to roll off the limbs around you.

You wake. There are voices, deep and rumbling, bouncing through the room. Warm water dabbing down your neck, your belly, your legs. You’re too hot, uncomfortable and smothered until you hear a sharp pitched snarl accompanied by a yank, and then there’s a void of emptiness around you.

You sleep.

You wake. The pain starts to change, melting into something that’s consistent, throbbing, but a little less sharp, unless you move, and then it shrieks through your nerves like an electrical shock, vibrating your jaw shut.

You sleep.

You wake. They’re there. Simon is dabbing a cool washcloth across your forehead. You try to flex away on instinct, but firm hands stop you, holding you in place.

“Hey there, dove.” Johnny whispers, smiling. It’s a shy kind of smile, sweet, and the world spins. You grapple with reality, trying to remind yourself where you are, what happened. The fire snaps and pops behind Simon, who stands at his side, massive hand on his shoulder. “Made ye some breakfast. Think ye can eat somethin’?” Breakfast? A steaming bowl of oats sits cradled in his hand, spoon at the ready. Nausea roars, enflamed by the pain in your bones, and you shake your head. “Ye need to eat. Been givin’ ye soup for the past few days, but ye need more carbs.”

“I- I don’t understand.” You try to explain your confusion, hundreds of questions brewing on your tongue, trying to spill out.

“You’ve been in and out consciousness for the last week.” Simon explains, and your eyes widen.

“What?” Panic knots, twisting you up tight, heart fluttering in your chest.

“We had to sedate you. Needed to keep you still through the first part of the healing process.”

“You… you drugged me?” You stammer, and Simon smiles, but it’s not sweet like Johnny’s. It’s severe. It’s dangerous.

“Soft calluses form around fractures, after they’ve been set.” He sits down on the other side of the bed, across your hips from Johnny. “Your breaks aren’t in casts, so we needed to minimize your movement until the calluses could strengthen.”

“Ye willnae be able to walk on the leg, or lift anything with that arm, but we’ll help ye.” Johnny assures. “We’ll be here for ye, as ye get better.” The words don’t compute, and you look at both of their faces, sweeping back and forth, blue eyes to brown, brown to blue, until the only thing that you can think of blurts out of your mouth:

“Where’s my phone?” There’s a flash of discontent in Johnny’s features, but it’s quickly smoothed away, and you wonder if it even there in the first place.

“I imagine it’s somewhere near where your jeep rolled. We weren’t exactly concerned with finding it, considering we were trying to save your life.” Simon’s hands flex in the sheets, and then relax, serious look on his face, and guilt swamps you. Right. They saved your life. You could have died. And the pass is closed. Maybe this is all… as normal as it can be, given the situation. Calm down.

Still…

Didn’t Johnny kiss you?

The spoon clinks against the bowl, jolting you back to the moment, eyeing the scoop of oats as it drifts closer to your mouth, lips parting on instinct.

The first bite is difficult, an insipid, unsavory lump sliding down into your stomach, toothy grin stretching across Johnny’s face as you swallow. The second bite is easier. So is the third, and you manage a few more after that until you start to feel wooly, head fuzzy and stomach sick. “I can’t.” You bleat, and he nods sympathetically.

“Alright, ye did good.” Sleep tugs, insistent again, strong surge of fog pulling at your eyes, and you yawn.

“Tired?” Simon’s already moving, hovering, patiently adjusting your pillows and lazily urging you into them. “You should rest.” You’re too weak, too miserable to argue, so you let yourself fade to black, easily falling back into the webbed slush of sleep.

You drift in and out for days after that. A bright spot of consciousness here and there before it dissipates and you fall into oblivion, and you find yourself embracing it as often as possible, trying to escape into yourself, away from wooden beams and potential predators that flank you.

You’re content to let it stay that way, hiding away behind closed lids for as long as possible, until the morning you feel the washcloth.

“Sh-sh-shhh.” Johnny hums when you garble out a distressed question, tipping a glass to your mouth. Cold liquid rushes across your tongue, and you have no choice but to swallow, confusion webbing across your thoughts. Simon has the blankets pulled away, chilled air nipping and your skin, and you moan. It’s strange, like you’re exposed, half floating like you’re high, and half spiraling through your pain.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you.” They’re repositioning you, arms and legs like a little doll, and you frown. “Jus’ need to get you clean.” Clean? The washcloth coasts across your neck and down to your chest, warm water soaking a trail down your breasts. You’re naked, fully, a hot palm against your hip, skin on skin contact registering as you blink fuzzily, watching the way Johnny focuses on you, concentration shining in his stunning blue eyes.

Water sloshes. Squeezing and dripping, and then the warm, nearly hot cloth is being pressed against you, stroking over your nipples, washing the underside of your breasts. It feels nice, and you whine a little when it pulls away. Simon chuckles.

“Do ye like that?” Johnny coos, reapplying the cloth to your belly. “Does that feel good?” Does it? Is it supposed to? Your vision doubles then realigns, and you stare at the underside of Simon’s jaw, mesmerized by the scar on his chin, the width of his neck. He readjusts you, again, slowly moving your knees apart, spreading your legs, and heat climbs through your bones to your cheeks.

You’re naked. They’re fully clothed.

“We’re goin’ clean this up a bit.” Simon murmurs, a thick finger tracing along your slit, through the soft curls between your legs, and you balk. Clean what? How?

“My… my-“ you can’t even get the words out, too embarrassed, and he nods, sliver flash of a razor twinkling in his hand. The air in your chest sputters.

“Your hair.” Johnny works the washcloth back and forth, water dripping down your skin to the towel that’s been placed under your hips, you can only lay there in mortification when you feel yourself getting wet, tepid arousal roaring to life between your legs. “If you’re a good girl for us,” Simon continues, spraying a big glob of shaving cream into Johnny’s palm, “we’ll give you a treat afterwards. How’s that sound?”

“A treat?” You squeak, and then whimper, Johnny’s fingers creeping down your slit, rubbing the cream across your pubis and labia, heel brushing against your clit. You make a noise of a protest, but it falls on deaf ears.

“Ye’re alright.” He coos, bumping against the swollen bud again, and you try to stop the moan that builds in your chest with no success, slamming your eyes shut and trying to disappear into the pillows. “It’s natural, dove. Ye dinnae need to feel embarrassed.” He leans forward, slotting his mouth against yours, lips soft and fragrant in a pillowy sweet kiss that lasts too long, his eyes blissfully closed in front of your almost crossed ones.

“Please…” you whisper, but you’re not sure what you’re asking for, and Johnny coos at you, bending at the waist to get a better vantage point between your legs. You shake your head, eyes wide with disbelief, with fear, your mind trying to catch up, trying to rationalize what’s happening at the same time as your body is betraying you, slicking the cream that’s lathered between your thighs, clit pulsing with desperate need.

“I- I don’t want you to… shave me.” You whisper. You don’t want them to touch you… there, and the panic that’s pulsing between your ears continues to rise as your protests go unnoticed. Just saying it out loud makes you want to die of embarrassment, and Simon clucks.

“We have to take care of you, sweet girl.” Simon grips your thigh, fingers pressing into flesh, and the cool blade of the razor moves against the grain with a flick of his wrist, drawing back to a bucket for a rinse before a repeat, breath frozen in your chest as he slowly eliminates the curls of your pubic hair. “It will be easier to do that, to see what you need without all this.” He hums, the smile of a wolf coy on his face. “Stay nice and still for us.” They work in tandem, perfectly synchronized, and your unwanted arousal starts to overpower the pain that’s radiating from your broken bones. It’s been so, so long since you’ve been touched by anyone, and your body does not care that you didn’t want this, or agree to it, too eager to be satisfied, to be touched in anyway it can get, and it gets worse, more intense the longer it goes on, the precise movements of their hands, the slow and methodical approach to your cunt. “Almost done.” Simon tells you, and the side of his finger passes over your clit unintentionally, and you whine. “I know, I know. You’re bein’ so good. Such a good girl.” Your good hand is shaking, gripping the sheets, and when he finishes, Johnny wipes you down with a clean cloth, passing over your clit again and again, electric shocks sparking in your belly. You’re paralyzed, helpless, and yet… soaked. Desperate. The warring emotions tear at you, shame and fear and desire rendering you speechless.

“I think ye need some relief, dove.” Johnny hums, looking from your pussy to Simon, both of them tilting their heads to stare between your legs. “Poor thing is so swollen, Si.”

“Do you want to touch her, Johnny? Give her a reward?” Simon asks him, so sweetly, and Johnny shimmies down to be eye level with your pussy, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Half of you screams no. Half of you shouts yes.

All you can do is watch, helplessly, as they settle themselves between your legs, Simon over Johnny’s shoulder, tempering his frenzied excitement with assured patience.

“Will ye show me how?” He’s eager, and you frown, confused.

“Johnny’s never made a girl come before,” Simon tells you gently. “You’ll be his first.” Oh my god. “Will you help him? Tell him what feels good?” Your brain melts. You don’t know what to say, mouth half open, staring at the both of them, and after a few seconds, Simon sighs like he’s exasperated with you, before ducking back down next to Johnny and murmuring softly to him, probing along your cunt, finger dipping into your hole, swirling in the wetness gathered there and then moving up to your slit. You gasp, eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

“She likes that.” Johnny groans, breath blowing over your exposed flesh, and Simon takes his hand, thumb over thumb, guiding him in small circles around your clit.

“Nice an’ slow at first, when you’re rubbin’ her clit. Feel how hard it is?” He instructs, pressing a kiss to the side of Johnny’s head, and he nods enthusiastically, looking up at Simon with wide, puppy dog eyes, sappy and saturated with love. It’s sweet, and affectionate, like they’re the only ones in the room, in the world… and you’re intruding on a private moment between these two men and your body. Like you’re a bystander. Or a doll. It’s confusing, your brain trying to sort everything that’s happening into neat little boxes that keep overflowing or falling apart, fracturing under the weight of your helplessness, the shock and fear that’s nearly made you dizzy. “See how her little hole is clenchin’ like that? It’s ‘cause she’s empty, needs to be filled up. When she comes, she’ll get real tight.” He explains, your body enflaming in mortified heat. They’re pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm, and Simon increases the speed as your hips jolt.

“Fuck.” You hiss.

“That’s it.” Simon coaches. “Are you close, sweet girl? Gonna come for us?” You shake your head, but even if you wanted to close your legs, you couldn’t. You’re trapped, lost in a sea of wild waves that break directly over your head, one after another until you’re drowning, gasping, muscles so tight they burn, pain in your arm and leg a secondary concern behind the pressure in your belly, the zap of your clit as they drag you too easily to the bottom, before sending you breaking through the surface.

You come with a distressed moan, hips jerking, and then a raspy plea for them to stop, telling them it’s too much, you’re too sensitive, to which Simon wraps his hand around Johnny’s wrist and pulls his hand away.

“We can’t overwhelm her just yet. Gotta wait until she’s healed up, hm?” He murmurs, reaching for the cloth. You blink at the ceiling, drifting, floating away, little boxes in your mind broken up into gnarled pieces that don’t make sense.

What just happened?

You stay silent, blank, as they settle you, cloth cleaning between your legs, blankets being fussed with around your body, pillows plumped. Simon curls some of your unruly hair behind your ear, swooping down until the breadth of his body blocks out all the light in the room, lips brushing over your ear. “What a good girl you are, dove. Did so well, letting Johnny give you an orgasm. So sweet for him.” He tucks you in a little tighter, and Johnny ducks around him, kissing you gently, like you’re made of glass, thrilled smile tugging at his cheeks, unfettered joy the last thing you see before your eyes slip shut.

The next time you wake, Johnny is in bed with you. It’s dark, a flickering orange glow casting shadow across the room, and you startle at the weight of his arm stretched across your chest, cradling you close, half curled around you like a cat. You turn, face to face, his mouth slightly agape, breath blowing over your cheek. You can’t get enough leverage on one leg to slide out from under him, and when you squirm, he only tightens his grip, pinning you to the bed. You’re overheated, and when you peek over his shoulder to get a look at the fire, you see Simon instead, sitting upright in a chair, fully awake, watching you. White hot fear shocks your system, forcing your eyes down in disbelief, surprise, his chair creaking in the night. Your breath stops in your chest, and then there’s a hand smoothing over your forehead, as he leans past you to brush his lips against Johnny’s, and then rough stubble presses against your cheek with a jagged whisper.

“Sweet dreams, little dove.”

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konigsblog · 5 months

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stepbro!könig and stepbro!krueger thots ... ☆‧₊˚.

tw: stepcest, non-con/dub-con (peer pressure, blackmail), degrading.

— stepbrother!könig is teasing and degrading. he loves to make you feel like you're worth nothing, especially if it's because you haven't pleased him with a nice, sloppy, and sticky blowjob. :3

stepbrother!krueger on the other hand, is addicted to seeing you cry. he's so mean, brutal with his pace when he demands you to bend over and present that pretty, and tight cunt to him! both him and könig love to gang up against you, so they can blackmail you with skimpy, scandalous photos of you -- threatening to leak it if you didn't please them like they asked.

instead of arguing or retorting back at them, you meekly turned around, getting smacked in the rear causing you to jolt and squeak, listening to the sounds of könig tutting with impatience clear in his voice.

“haven't got all day, mäuschen...” you slide your panties off, spitting a fat glob of saliva on your hand and rubbing your clit in circles so you're wet and dripping! sloppy, and sopping wet. just like a good stepsister should be...

“now be a smart girl and arch that back for us.”

krueger's accent is prominent in the air, pushing up against you, both hands on your hips. he sloppy humps you, wet and sticky, cum sticking to your thighs and covering your folds. he's only inside for a few minutes before he's cumming all over your slit, coating you in thick strings of cum.

they both take turns of you. könig's hard dick easing into your asshole without preparation, causing you to grip anything around you tightly, panting and whimpering through the ache. his thrusts are harsh and rough, making sure to fuck some sense into his dumb stepsister who always falls for their threats...

— at dinner, they're both pieces of shit. not only to eachother, but you especially. you're just a little ragdoll to take their anger out on. whether that's by eating you out underneath the table while you speak to your mother and stepfather, holding back moans and gasps when krueger drags his tongue over your sensitive clit. just like the cheeky bastard he is...

stepbrother!könig is always riled up. even when you're a few metres away from your mother who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, he'll hide behind a wall close to the kitchen, pinning you against the same wall, rutting into you while covering your mouth with a large, calloused hand. your muffled whines and mewls fall onto death's ears as he fits himself whole inside you, his balls smacking against your ass repetitively.

and your mother always asks why you both stink of sweat, and all you can do is shrug your shoulders shyly.

könig won't hesitate to grab your hand, bring it over to his lap and take out his cock, having you jerk him off underneath the blanket while you're all watching a movie. all it does is leave krueger pissed off, jealous, and horny... you owe him a handjob too, now. :3

translation: mäuschen - little mouse

banner credit: saradika

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d10nyx · 3 months

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sweet creature

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, mild dub-con, wolf!leon, bunny!reader, predator/prey, chasing, brief blood mention, praise, biting, sliiight dacryphilia, scent kink, breeding kink, knotting, p in v, creampie, oral(f!recieving), fingering, like one threat and mention of eating reader lmao

a/n: hiii! wolf x bunny fic as promised :) gonna be so real idek if i really like this or hate it LMAOOO my brain is so fuzzy from uni coursework and i have an exam tomorrow but the writing vibe hit so here we are!! as always, hope you enjoy <3

word count: 2.4k words

The weather had been awful the past couple of days, forcing you to retreat to your burrow. Your food sources are running low, making you resort to scavenge as soon as the storm clears slightly. It's a bit later than you'd usually venture out, but you really needed to find something to tide you over.

The rain is still falling, but not as heavily as it has been. It still has you shivering softly as you explore the forest, gathering what you could. The weather wasn't great for foraging - your sense of smell was dampened by the rain, and the darkness made it hard to see. At least you'd have some food for another few days. Hopefully the weather would clear up by the time you needed more food.

You're just about to head back when you hear a branch break behind you. Your head snaps back, your floppy ears perking up instantly as you listen for any more noises. You catch sight of movement, and then you catch a whiff of an unmistakable scent.

A wolf.

Your basket falls from your hands as your heart starts racing in fear, eyes trained on the grouping of trees as a low growling noise sounds. As soon as the wolf moves towards you, you dart off as fast as your legs will take you, weaving through trees and bushes to try and escape him.

You can hear him hot on your tail, which only makes you want to run faster. Your lungs burn from exertion, tears stinging your eyes as fear runs through you. You just need to lose him and reach your burrow, if you just turned in a few feet, you could use your smaller size to weave through the low branches and get away.

You're too late.

You sob as soon as you feel arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground and tugging you against a firm, muscular body. You begin to struggle instantly, clawing at his arms and kicking your feet out.

“Shh, shh.” A deep voice whispers, rumbling the chest behind you. “It's alright, little one.”

You feel a nose brushing against the skin at the side of your neck as the wolf inhales deeply. You tremble in his grasp, but you stop struggling when you realise it's not getting you anywhere.

“Please. I just want to go home.” You say quietly, your voice shaking as you speak, tears streaming down your face steadily.

“You can. I won't hurt you.” He promises, his wet tongue sliding out of his mouth to lick your neck a few times. You can't tell if he's trying to comfort you, or taste you.

“I was going to eat you.” He continues, grip tightening on you as if he sensed that would make you panic all over again. “But you smell too fucking good. And you're so damn cute. Sweetest bunny I've ever seen.”

He has you pressed so tight against your body that you can feel him hardening against your ass, his nose still buried in the crook of your neck. His lips curl back and he lets his teeth brush your neck threateningly.

“I promise I'll be good to you.” He coos, setting your feet down but keeping a tight hold on you. One of his hands slides up to your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. “I just want to play with you a little bit.”

He grins as he makes eye contact with you, his sharp canines on full display and glistening, even in the dark of the night. “What's your name, bunny?”

Your name comes out in the form of a pathetic squeak, your entire body trembling in his grasp. Your heart races fast as adrenaline pumps through your body. You open your mouth again, your lips quivering as you go to speak. “Please, just let me go.”

“Let you go? Of course.” He says instantly, giving you a smile that would seem sweet if it wasn't for the predatory glint in his eyes. “But don't I deserve a reward for winning my prey? It wasn't very nice of you to run from me, little one.”

You sniffle softly, your face crumbling slightly when you realise he's not letting you go unless you give him what he wants. Your nose twitches slightly, your ears drooping at his words. “I'm sorry.”

“Oh, that's okay, sweet girl. You didn't mean it. It's natural for a bunny like you to be afraid of the big, bad wolf.” He says with a chuckle, leaning down to run his nose along your cheek.

“If you listen to me, I'll be gentle.” He coos, licking a stripe up your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears.

“If you don't… well, I'll sink my teeth into the back of that pretty neck of yours and take what I want.” He growls, the expression on his face darkening. “We don't want that, do we?”

You shake your head quickly, a full body shiver running through you. He slowly releases you, and you fight every instinct in your body to run. It's clearly the right choice, because his expression softens again and his chest rumbles with a gentle growl.

“There we go. Knew you'd be good for me, sweet girl.” He breathes out as he brushes your hair away from your face, his touch far too tender considering the situation.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. One of his hands moves to your floppy ears, playing gently with it. He kisses you gently at first before his lips are trying to pry yours open, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You let your eyes shut, kissing him back. As the two of your tongues slip together, you accidentally brush one of his large, sharp teeth. Your heart jumps, but this time you're not sure if it's fear or something else, because your panties are becoming damp and sticky with arousal.

Your fingers twitch, and then your hands are moving on their own, planting themselves firmly on his hips. He growls softly into your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip before he pulls away, pawing at your tits through the fabric of your clothes as he sucks on your neck.

You whimper softly, your head falling back on its own to give him better access. His hands start wandering, and then he's tugging off your clothes, ripping them in the process. The cold air hits your skin, making goosebumps prickle your flesh. You shudder, and he tugs you closer to him, letting his body heat seep into your body.

What a gentleman.

“How the fuck do you smell so good?” He groans, his nose trailing down your body - over the curve of your breast, then down the soft skin of your stomach before he's burying it between your folds, kneeling at your feet.

He doesn't do much for a moment. He just worms his way between your legs and then just starts sniffing, moaning softly as he does so. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit, and your hips instantly buck towards his face.

“That's it. Good girl. Knew you'd like it, honey.” He hums against your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. You'd be embarrassed by how sensitive you were from this whole ordeal if he didn't stick his tongue out and start lapping at you like he was starving, malfunctioning the part of your brain that helps you form coherent thoughts.

“Oh-” You gasp, your cotton tail twitching as his tongue dips into your hole, wriggling its way inside. He looks up at you from over his brow as best he can, pulling away occasionally to suckle your clit.

“P-please, mister. S'good, oh god, need more… need you, fuck-” He pulls back at your last word, giving your pussy a harsh spank that has you jolting.

“Call me Leon, baby.” He says, rubbing circles into your clit before spreading your lips to give you a smack directly on it. “And pretty bunnies shouldn't use such bad words.” He adds, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Leon dives right back into your pussy, happily drinking up any slick that spills out of you while making the most obscene slurping sounds. One of his hands make their way to your entrance, two fingers pressing in with very little resistance due to how wet you are.

You still feel the burn, though. A small whimper falls from your lips as he starts to scissor you open, pressing sweet, open mouthed kisses to your clit to try and get you to stop tensing.

“C'mon, little one. Relax for me. I'm gonna be a lot more of a stretch than any of those bunny boys you've been with. Don't wanna hurt you when I pop my knot in this drippy pussy.” He says with a grin, nipping at the skin of your thighs.

You nod slowly, forcing yourself to relax. He murmurs words of praise and encouragement, flicking your clit with his tongue to ease the feeling. He forces a third finger inside, and your face scrunches up at the stretch. He sucks your clit back into his mouth to distract you, applying suction and flicking his tongue against it.

As soon as he curls his fingers, you're cumming all over his hand and his face, your juices dribbling down his chin. He slips his fingers out with a laugh, spreading them to watch as the strings of fluid cling to his fingers.

“Such a messy girl.” He says, clicking his tongue with mock disapproval. He licks his fingers clean, standing up and tilting your face up by the chin. He uses a thumb to pry open your mouth, and then he's spitting a mixture of your cum and his saliva onto your tongue.

“Swallow for me… that's it. Atta girl.” He hums, reaching down to slip his cock free from his trousers. “Be a good girl and put that ass in the air, baby. Gonna mount this pretty pussy.”

He waits for you to comply, dropping on his knees behind you and spreading your legs further apart. He presses his hand on the small of your back to get you to arch it more, sighing with satisfaction as the tilt of your body exposes you to him even more.

“Fuck. You really are a good girl.” He murmurs, pressing the tip of his cock into you. You let out a loud gasp at the feeling, your thighs trembling as he stretches you further than you've ever felt before. Tears spring at your eyes as he continues to press forward, his cock so fat that you're sure he's going to split you in half.

“It's okay, pretty girl. I've got you.” He says softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back to relax you as he continues to press forward, stilling when he's finally buried to the hilt. “I'm gonna stay riiiiight here, and you can move those little hips of yours when you're ready.”

You nod, cushioning your head with your arms so you don't have to press your face into the muddy ground. At least the rain has finally stopped, and you're not so worried about the cold anymore when every inch of your body is on fire.

After a minute or so you experimentally shift forward before rocking your hips back onto Leon's length. You hear him growl softly, his claws digging into your thighs and drawing blood. It stings slightly, but you're willing to ignore it.

“Leon…” You start, sniffling a little as you shift your hips again, fucking yourself back onto his cock. It feels good, but it's not enough. You know he can give you what you need. “Need more, please.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that right?” You can practically hear the grin on his face, but you don't care. You nod quickly, keeping up your movements. You yelp as you're suddenly yanked back onto his cock fully.

Your cunt sucks him in greedily, fluttering around him as he starts to thrust into you. His hips smack your ass aggressively, heavy balls slapping against your clit every time he jerks forward. He doesn't let up, pounding relentlessly into your heat, mouthing along your back and sinking his teeth into you a few times.

He licks up the blood from each bite mark he makes along your back and neck, grunting and growling as he fucks you. His thrusts get more erratic, and he feels himself getting lost in the feeling of your perfect pussy.

“Fuck, bunny. I'm gonna keep you, no way I can let you go after this. Pussy's too fuckin’ good, shit. Wanna breed you so bad. Would you like that pretty girl?”

He groans, the thought of filling you up with his cum making his cock jump eagerly. He thrusts deeper, shifting his hips so he's bullying your cervix with every movement.

“Ohhhh, bet you'd like that… being filled with my pups… fuck, or kits. Don't even care, baby. Just wanna fill that pretty womb up. Cunt's practically milking me, think you want my babies as bad as I do.”

You can barely speak, babbling incoherently. All he can really make out is a few ‘please's or ‘Leon's sprinkled throughout. He can feel how you tense around him, and he knows he's about to fuck another orgasm out of you.

“That's it, baby. Good girl. Give me one more, and I'll fill you up, yeah? Get you swollen with my puppies. Fuck, you'd be such a good mommy… sweet girl. I'll take such good care of you.” He groans, dropping his head between your shoulder blades as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow while he tries not to cum.

You cum so hard you almost push him out, so he's quick to grab your waist and force himself balls deep into you, his knot popping in as he begins to shoot ropes of thick, white cum deep into you. It keeps going, and he grinds against you as he rides out his high, grunting softly when the final spurt fills you up.

His arms wrap around your waist and he lies on his back, ignoring the way mud coats his clothes and the fur of his tail. He wanted you comfortable.

“Gonna be a while before this deflates, bunny.” He says softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and licking the skin there in an affectionate manner. “Then I'm gonna take you back to mine and do it again. Make sure it takes.”

You just nod lazily, eyes already half closing.

Yeah. That doesn't sound so bad.

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Part 9 of Charmed Slasher Simon

(CW: this is all basically noncon. Like, yeah they had a “deal” but it’s not like it was agreed on in good faith ya know? Stay safe while reading, please, and let me know if this warning needs to be more descriptive)

You shake as Simon trails his fingers absently along your tummy, amused by the way it twitches, tickling and frightened in equal measures. So much he wants to do to you, but only so much you’ll be able to take for this first little triste.

Besides, though not long for this world, there’s only so much he wants that little worm to see of you.

“You ever spend so long fantasizing about something that when the moment finally comes, you’re just spoiled for options?” he muses aloud, pinching your nipples through your thin shirt. He can hear the high pitched noises trapped in the back of your throat, tsks at the denial.

“I’m usually a decisive man, you know that, sunshine. But all the things I want to do to you…”

You squirm when he pinches a bit harder, adding a little twist. He shuffles his knee between your thighs and pulls you back, making you grind against his thigh with every involuntary twitch and shudder.

“Could bruise this pretty ass for running out into the snow like that, reckless thing.” You jolt when he palms the plush fat of one cheek. “Or I could just torture your tight little hole. Leave that pretty pussy aching…”

You make a noise like a sob as his thumb rubs through the layers of your pants and underwear. You try to lean away but he’s got such a tight grip on your wrists that all it does is arch your back.

He inches his fingers over the crest of your hip again, dips back to your swollen clit and soaked cunt. Hell, you’re even wetter than before, a sticky line running down your thigh, fabric clinging to overheated skin. He groans against your throat, has to see it for himself.

You try to protest as he yanks your waistbands down to mid thigh, but he quiets you with those same two fingers stuff in your mouth, teeth scraping his knuckles. You nearly gag as he pets the back of your tongue, imagines how it’ll feel against the fat head of his cock.

In the firelight, you’re gleaming, something out of a fever dream. He leans you back farther and forces your legs wider with his own, lets the heat caress at the insides of your thighs, the creamy slick webbing between your lips.

“Fuck, maybe I should just play with this, huh?” He rasps. “Watched you do it so many times. You don’t know how to edge yourself properly, luv. Always let yourself give in too soon.”

You make a startled noise, huge, watery eyes finding his. He chuckles at the mortified question in them, teases his fingertips over your slit.

“Yeah, sunshine. I watched you fuck this pretty pussy, cryin’ ‘n pleadin’ for me,” he purrs in your ear. “Took everythin’ in me to let you have your fun, to keep from showin’ you how it’s done…”

He circles a finger over your clit, a barely-there brush that makes your pretty wet lashes flutter. Over and over, watches that flush bloom steadily over your face, down your neck. The haze glossing over your eyes.

“How about that, hm? We’ll start from the beginning and work our way through my list.”

He slips his fingers from your mouth, watches you lick unconsciously at the taste of him lingering on your lips.

“Y-you’re not gonna…?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes. Fills in the blanks and can’t help growling.

“Oh, you want me to hurt you, is that it?” he asks. “You want - no, you need an excuse to hate me. You’re hoping I tear you up so that you have an easy out for all these confusing feelings.”

You try to babble out a denial but the shock in your eyes is all the confirmation he needs. He tamps down his anger by dragging his teeth along your neck, working a dark mark into the skin.

You don’t know any better, he reminds himself. But you will.

“Don’t you worry, luv, there will be plenty of punishment for you,” he rumbles. “But you’re going to beg me for it.”

You open your mouth, maybe to deny it, but he pinches your sensitive little clit between two fingers and revels in the way you squeal.

He instantly soothes the ache with gentle circles, trailing kisses along your jaw. Tastes fresh salt on your skin.

“Best save your tears, precious,” he warns, smirking. “You’ll need them.”

He parts your lips with two fingers, leaving you open and exposed, groaning through his teeth at the sight of you. Wet and swollen, so needy for him. You try to buck away when he rubs a finger over your clit, firm strokes up and down.

“If you don’t stay still and take it like a good girl, I’ll tie you down and make you be a good girl.”

You duck your chin, eyes squeezed miserably shut as you try to lock down your body. It’s ridiculously endearing, how you wiggle and then catch yourself, breath hitching as you wait for him to lose patience. He hums whenever you start getting to squirmy, delights in the way you shiver and sink your teeth into your lip. Settle down only for him to change the tempo or the pattern and ruin all your self control.

He amuses himself drawing patterns all over your pulsing clit - circles and stars. Hearts that make your eyes roll back in your head. Zig zags from your weeping hole up to the very top of your slit.

It takes a while for you to truly approach your orgasm with the way he denies you a proper rhythm to build on. But he notices the moment you finally start to reach that peak, not even his reminder to hold still can keep you from twitching and rocking, helpless little jolts of your hips.

He coos. “So desperate to finish. Is it because you think I’ll be done with you once you do?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying to get more friction, more pressure. He lets you rush right up to the edge and then stops, skipping down to circle your hole. Luxuriates in the fresh flood of wetness coating your thighs. It yanks you back like a dog on a leash, your orgasm right there but just out of reach.

You don’t even seem to realize what’s happened for a second, mouth hanging open and a cute little furrow between your brow. When he chuckles, teasing up to that sensitive bundle of nerves again, it seems to click. You shoot him a dismayed look, the most precious hint of betrayal lurking in your glassy irises.

“N-no…” you nearly beg.

He smirks, nips at your puffy bottom lip. “You can say no if you like. Or even stop. We had a deal, though, didn’t we?”

“R-Riley…”

You scream when he spanks your pussy. Not nearly as hard as he craves, but it sends pretty streamers of tears down your hot cheeks. Another, two fingers directly to your clit. You nearly crumple, only his hold on your wrists keeping you upright.

“My real name, sunshine, or I’ll give you a reason to say no,” he warns.

“S-Simon,” you whimper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He shushes you, petting apologetically at your throbbing core.

“I know, luv, I know. But you’ll never learn if I don’t teach you right.”

The tears don’t stop as he drags you right up to the edge again, bullying through the lingering sting of getting spanked with overwhelming pleasure. When he pulls back a second time, you start up the “no’s” again, voice shattered into pathetic little pieces.

“That’s alright,” he murmurs, “say whatever you need to get you through, I won’t be mad.”

He gets you so so close once again, cock twitching against your ass as it grinds back against him. But he lightens his touch, not stopping but not letting you fall, easing the pressure up and up and up until even the slightest graze would break you.

Instead, he pulls away entirely to squeeze at the plush of your thighs and hips, cooing over the way they shake for him.

“Simon,” you sob, tucking into his chest. He slows his touches, watching you try to curl into him, chest burning with something bloodier than love. “Simon, please. It hurts.”

He hums, sliding his hand back up to your pussy, massaging your labia. Careful not to touch your needy clit.

“It hurts, hm?” he croons, unable to keep the mean pleasure from his voice. “It wasn’t supposed to. Where does it hurt?”

You hiccup, sniffle. “M-my… my…”

“Tell me, sunshine, or I can’t make it better.”

You fold a bit, bounce, almost like a tantrum. So out of control on sensation and emotion that you can’t keep it together as you form the words.

“M-my pussy. It — I need…”

He hums again, fingers trailing down to your hole. Teases his finger at your entrance and feels it spasming around nothing.

“So empty,” he breathes. “Is that it, luv? Your little cunt is aching to be filled?”

You shudder on a cry but nod, face hidden against his neck. He lets you, far too endeared by your attempts to find comfort from the man torturing you in the first place.

“Hurts,” you repeat.

“Do you hate me yet?” he mocks.

You keen softly. “Y-yes.”

A tap to your clit again. If you weren’t so strung out you’d probably even find it pleasurable but right now it makes you writhe and beg him to stop.

“Dont lie,” he warns, voice low, “where are my good girl’s manners?”

“‘M sorry,” you whine.

“One more time now - do you hate me yet?”

Your words seem to get caught up in your throat so you shake your head. Hes tempted - so, so tempted - to make you admit it aloud. But he doesn’t want to be too mean, not yet.

“Good girl,” he whispers, “that’s my girl. You want me to make you feel better now?”

You sniffle again, lean back into him a bit more. “Please.”

“There we go,” he praises, “nice and polite. I’ll take care of you, luv.”

Your body is so ready that it’s nothing for him to slide a finger into you, slick already running down his palm.

“N-no no,” you mumble.

“No what? I’m making you feel better.”

“‘S not — need more. Please, please, Simon.”

It’s hearing his real name in your small, reedy voice that finally appeals to what little mercy he has. He fits two fingers into your cunt and curves them to rub your silky walls.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sunshine,” he groans through his teeth. “You’re gonna choke my cock.”

You squeal as he starts rocking his hand, fucking you at an easy pace, getting you accustomed to the new stimulation. Starts building up your orgasm again, piece by moaning piece, finding every spot that makes your back bow with pleasure.

“Please, please, lemme cum this time Simon, I’ll be good, I promise.”

He huffs in amusement, caressing his thumb over your crossed wrists.

“Oh baby, you don’t have a choice.”

He flattens his palm against your core and pumps his fingers faster, harder. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit with each twitch of his wrist. You get tighter and tighter, voice pitching up and up, until your entire body goes taut, walls clamping down almost painfully.

He strokes you through it, brutal and relentless until you’re screaming at him to stop. That it’s too much. He releases your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat, obsessed with how delicate it feels in his palm. Just the slightest squeeze of his fingers and your eyes roll back. The second orgasm gushes from your abused cunt, all over his wrist and your thighs, dripping puddles onto the carpet.

He loosens his hold slowly, work you over through it, feeling you squeeze and pulse with aftershocks.

When he glances at your pretty, flushed, and tear-stained face, your eyes are shut. Out cold.

He chuckles and gently lays you out closer to the fire, grabs a pillow from a nearby chair to set under your head. Lingers for a moment, rubbing over your back, massaging gently at your shoulders. Your wrists are already bruising.

Then a muffled noise calls his attention.

Brandon.

“Now the second half of the deal.”

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stardust-kenobi · 5 months

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The Wrong Ingredient

Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.

Word count: 4k

Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON

A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)

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The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.

As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat.

“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.

During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive.

You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response.

“Unfortunately, no” you breathed.

“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.

“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work”

“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged.

You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you.

Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint.

You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.

“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation.

“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.

“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim.

The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.

Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?

You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.

Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.

Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.

You waited for a reaction.

And waited.

Nothing. You felt nothing.

Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms.

Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought.

The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs.

“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard.

“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.

“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”

He looked up suddenly.

“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”

You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else.

“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.

His eyes grew wide for a moment.

“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk.

You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.

“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.

“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers.

Your heart sank. What had you done?

“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously.

Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable.

“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.

You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it.

“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?

“Aroused?” He questioned.

“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too.

“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth.

“Professor wha-”

“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly.

It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine.

You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort.

He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body.

“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear. You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.

“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?”

Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now.

“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin.

The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched.

“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.

“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.

“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for.

“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you.

“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.

“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.

Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me?

No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position.

“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next.

“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.

Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew.

Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder.

“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery.

“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong.

While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong.

He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor.

“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words.

“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself.

“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt.

Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it.

“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me”

You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.

“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.

“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles.

“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses.

“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.

You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him.

It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.

Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke.

“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already.

Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over.

“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.

His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation.

“I need it” You struggled to form your words.

“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust.

“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too.

“As you wish”

He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.

He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.

For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants.

Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state.

“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed.

“More than alright” You breathed.

“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart.

Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.

He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly.

“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him.

“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you.

Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper.

“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.

“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins.

“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust.

It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm.

It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it.

Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.

“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.

“I-I can’t” You cried.

“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”

You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table.

Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control.

Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before. Snape groaned lowly in approval.

This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.

“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.

“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.

His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred.

He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table.

Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it.

“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too.

You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head.

“I’m not” You confidently responded.

The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.

“Good” He muttered.

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Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!

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Don't You Worry Your Pretty Little Mind

DBF!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Sugar Daddy Joel, No outbreak

Masterlist : Taglist

Summary: You need money for next semester. Luckily, your dad's rich friend's eyes follow you were ever you go, and he thinks you're such a good girl.

Warning: DUB CON VIA BRAINWASHING AND MANIPULATION: The sex is v consentual, the breeding is worn down. Breeding kink, age gap (30 ish years), Joel's obsession with gender rolls. The gender rolls and sentiments expressed by Joel and eventually reader are not mine. You do not need to be a mother or wife or care for children to be a good girl. Joel is controlling and manipulates reader away from friends and keeps her financially in the blind but he does not hurt her. If you like this and are okay with DARK DARK DARK you might like The Wrong Way on my masterlist bc Joel housewifes little one up. Cream pie, fingering, oral, but its not super smutty. Most is implied.

Immersability: Joel can pick up reader, reader can have kids theoretically.

This born of me being under extream stress rn and wanting all my thoughts out of my head.

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Joel was broad, sweaty, and all consuming over you.

His thrusts were growing erratic, sloppy, but that was okay; he’d made you cum 4 times already, so it was his turn. You had no idea how someone his age had so much stamina while you got winded walking up a flight of stairs, but were too tired to think much further on it. As it was, you were falling asleep as his rhythmic thrust rocked you. It wasn’t that you were bored, it was that you were completely and totally wrecked. Spent. Fucked to sleep.

“Please baby, please? I need to cum inside you, need to make you mine.”

“I am yours.” You insisted quietly, fucked out head unable to stay up and nodding to the side. You needed sleep.

Joel continues to grunt, to plead with you. “Not yet, not until you’re stuffed full of my cum, not until your belly swells with my baby…”

It was supposed to be one time. You were so, so close to having enough money for another semester of college… but not enough. You’d been late on payments so often your school required it upfront for you now, and you were just short.

“Hey hun, you alright?” Joel let himself into your family’s home. He had a key right now, with your parents vacationing in Europe the last couple months and gave Joel a key to watch over things. To watch over you.

You check yourself in the mirror once again, everything needed to be perfect, so you shout down the hall. “One moment, sorry!”

“Take your time, darl’n.”

Re-apply lipstick. Wait, no, too much lipstick. It’s too try hard, take some off. Fuck you smugged it! Touch out your cover up, then the lipstick again. FUCK ITS TOO MUCH! Oh fucking well, your were whoring yourself out, might as well look like one. Straighten your dress. Tits out.

You tried to act casual. It wasn’t unusual to see you dressed up for dinner, your parents were big on dressing for dinner especially when guests were over, and Joel had been a friend guest. Him and your dad were close friends ever since your dad represented Joel in his divorce, getting him full custody of Sarah. It ended up being pointless anyway, as his ex-wife stopped taking Sarah for her weekends a year into the divorce. Sarah had been just a pawn for her, but Joel loved her, taking care of everything she needed for college. His business had taken off, moving from not only construction to full on housing and property developments, so he had paid for her college and was paying for her dream wedding as well. You were invited, although you’d only met her a few times. Your parents, despite their success, had no interest in helping you with college when you rejected pre-law in favor of early childhood development, so you’d been paying your own way.

Joel had defended your life choices when your dad attempted to publicly embarrass you, your dad stating that you ‘don’t fucking listen’ and were an ungratful, disobidiant brat at a dinner party, but Joel wouldn’t hear it. He said you were ‘a good girl’, and that it was a beautiful thing to see a woman who cares about children, still in this world. He praised your efforts and your determination.

“Thank you for coming, Joel.”

Joel stands as you enter the room. “Of course, a pretty girl invites me to dinner, how could I say no? Everything's alright here, no one’s giving you any trouble are they?”

“Yes, everything is good, thank you.”

“Anything need fixing while I’m here?”

“No, thank you. Come on, diners ready.”

You lead him to the kitchen, and you don’t miss the way his eyes trail down as you pass. This is what you were counting on.

Joel was quick to praise your food, not holding back on compliments. “This is delicious, sweetheart, you really got a skill here.” and “You’ll make some man very happy one day.”

That last one made you swell with pride. You were happy he thought of you as wife material. What you were about to do wasn’t very “good girl” of you, however. Joel always called you a good girl, while your dad thought for sure you were taking an ‘easier’ major to allow more time for partying. You wanted Joel to think you were good.

After dinner, you and Joel sat down with coffee and a cherry crumble, smoothing your dress over the couch. Conversation was light, easy. It was always easy with Joel, despite him making you nervous. He was just so fucking handsome, so fucking strong, and the way he talked about sarah with a twinkle in his eye… you know he was a good dad, a loving dad. The few times you met Sarah, Joel always took care of her even in adulthood. He gave her gas money she never asked for, told her she looked beautiful, and his face always beamed with pride when he looked at his daughter. He always hugged her goodbye, even if he’d see her tomorrow. Your father hadn’t hugged you in years.

“Is there a reason you brought me here tonight?” Joel asked, sipping his black coffee with a bit of splenda in it, a splash of the dark liquid remaining on his mustache until he dabbed it away.

You squirm a bit in your seat. “Well, yes, actually. Not that I don’t enjoy your company!” Was your fast addendum.

Joel chuckled, smiling into his mug. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I ain’t one of those old men that have delusions of pretty young girls wanting to spend time with them.”

“That’s not it!” You stand quickly, fluttering over to where he sat on the couch and plopping down. “I swear, Mr. Miller, if you say no, I’d want you to stay and finish dessert, I enjoy spending time with you, just as we are.”

Joel was struggling more and more to stave off his orgasm, but he needed this. He couldn’t just cum in you, although you wouldn’t resist and he doubted you’d throw a fit. He had you too wrapped around his finger by now. Young, sweet, naive thing that you were… but Joel needed you to want this too, Joel needed a life with you at his side, his pretty wife, mother of his children… starting tonight.

“Joel, nooooo…” You mutter, tired and worn out. He made sure to get you like this; compliant. “I have to finish school, Joel…”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Just tell me what you need, I’m sure we can work something out.”

You wring your hands in your lap, suddenly aware of your proximity to him. He smelled like leather and sandalwood.

“Well, as you know I’m in school…”

He nodded, setting down his drink. “That’s right, Early Childhood isn’t it?”

That made you light up, turning to actually look at him and finding his kind eyes on you. “Yes! I can’t believe you remembered!”

“I remember your dad ranting about it. I told him he shouldn’t have been surprised, good girl like you, wanting to take care of children.”

You nod quickly. “Yes exactly! My school offers a minor in special needs which I added too.” You were happy with his approval of your choice and added that fact on to make you seem more noble. This was a good cause he was investing in. You were a good girl who wanted to help children.

“My oh my, darl’n…” Joel mused. “You really are a sweetheart, aren’t you? Now, what can I do to aid such a valiant effort.”

“Well, school starts this month and I’m close, I’m so, so close to having enough but even with the overtime, it’d looking like I’ll be short about $500 for tuition, and then there’s books and supplies and-”

“Now wait a minute, little lady.” Joel held up a hand, and for a moment you’re disheartened and think he’s about to reject your ask before it’s even out, but his furrowed brow is for another reason. “Your daddy ain’t help’n you pay for school?”

“No sir… not since I refused to go to pre-law.”

“Well that ain’t right… I know how much he makes, he can pay for a few months in Europe but not your school? Fathers are supposed to take care of their daughters.” He looked genuinely disappointed.

Shrugging, you chuckle nervously. “Well, I suppose he doesn’t think it’s very useful, so he doesn’t want to pay for it.”

“You graduate before the second semester.”

“But my dad”

“I’ll handle your dad”

“What about Sarah?”

“I’ll handle Sarah.”

“But the money-”

Joel stopped, mid trust, his cock buried inside you and trying his best to stave off his orgasm.

“Sweetheart… Don’t you know I want to marry you?”

Joel had known Mike wasn’t the most attentive father, but he never thought it was this bad. He always thought you were a good girl, kind hearted and calm, empathetic and caring. It had only been this last year that he’d begun to see you as something more, something seductive, yes, someone who he thought about fisting his cock at those lonely nights, but, that wasn’t the full picture either. You were a caretaker… Maternal.

“That’s fuck’n stupid.” Joel countered, bluntly. “Take’n care of children, that’s the most important job on earth, why, your daddy should but thrilled to have such a nurturing daughter!” His voice was raised just a bit, but not at you. Didn’t your dad see what a prize he had? A woman like that, well, you were of high value. You were a treasure. His bitch of an ex wife never really wanted to be a mother, he knew that now, just like his mother. They had Sarah because that’s what you did when you were married in the 90’s. Joel fell in love immediately… she never really attached, and much like his mother wasn’t mentally present on the rare occasion she was physically… Well, his ex-wife lasted longer than his mother did, anyway. You would never leave your child like that. You would never leave him like that. “Whadya need, sweetheart.”

Your fidgeting continues. “Well… $1000… but… It’s not a loan, I was hoping to… to sell you something.”

Interesting… you had his complete attention, whatever you needed, it was yours. $1000 was nothing, and he’d much sure such a good girl had everything she needed… you deserved it.

“Whatever it it, darling girl, I’ll buy.”

He saw you taking a deep breath, hesitating at first before standing up and walking in front of him. You looked stunning in your red dress, an absolute marvel.

With a deep breath and hands folded in front of you., you answered what you were selling.

“Me.”

“W-what?” You were suddenly awake again, snapping back to reality at his words. “No, no Joel you’re just saying that…”

Joel shook his head. “I wouldn’t like about that, baby. C’mon, you gotta know how badly I want to marry you. You're my good girl. We’d be so happy together, just you and me…” A large, splaying hand on your bare belly. “And our baby…”

Joel stands up, walking over to you and towering his body over yours. “Sweetheart, do you know what you're asking?”

You look up at him and nod. “I do, Joel. Please know I understand what I’m doing.”

He shakes his head. “No, darling girl I’ll just give you the $1000, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You eyes shined at him, timid but attempting to look sure. “I can’t just take a hand out.”

“You can-” He reached for his wallet, but you grab his hands.

“I can’t. Joel…” You slide up to him, pressing your body too his. “I’ve seen the way you look at me… I look at you like that too.”

Reaching a hand up, Joel cups your face. “Baby…” He groans, erection growing in his pants already at the thought. “I don’t think I can do this just once… you gotta know that, don’t you? Special girl like yourself…” His eyes darted to your lips, cherry red and beautiful and oh-so inviting.

You look down at his shirt as you behind to feel up his chest. Firm muscles of hard work under the softness of age. “Well, maybe… since my dad won’t help me…” You wriggle your pelvis against his, taunting him before looking up at his brown eyes again. “We can come up with an arrangement?”

Joel was holding on by a thread. “Yeah? You gonna let me take care of you?” His thumb on your face spreads to your mouth, and when it prods are your lips, you open eagerly. Keeping eye contact with his brown orbs gone black, your nod and suck, the message clear. Yes sir.

“Fuck…” Joel mumbles his mouth encasing yours in a harsh, hard kiss and scooping you up with ease, only to lay you down on the couch. Your red dress splays and russles as he does, bending your knees so it slides down to your hips. When you make an attempt to remove the dress, rough hands stop you. “Keep the dress on.”

Your black tights, however, were ripped open to reveal white lacy underwear. “Uh fuuuuck..;. So beautiful…” He marvels at your pussy, so perfectly groomed for him. Falling to his knees on the floor, Joel mouths over the clothed core, his breath adding to the heat as he explored you.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know damn well I don’t.” Joel snaps. “I don’t want to, sweetheart, I need to.”

With that, Joel ripped off your underwear with two hands and dived into you. He couldn’t help but palm himself over his pants as he did. You just tasted too good, and he was a starved man.

His thrusts continued, but with a different rhythm this time. Eyes sharply on yours, he drew back slowly but thrusting in hard. Slowly, hard. Less slow, more harder. Less slow… you were going to come again, eyes never leaving his for a moment.

“Everything you ever need, everything you ever want, I’ll take care of. I’ll provide for you, I’ll love you, protect you, I’ll care for you… only thing you ever need to do is take care of me and this baby, okay? That’s it.”

You were dizzy, you were worn, you were on the precipice of climax and you were in love.

“Okay.”

His eyes light up, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, baby? You lett’n me fill you up?”

Joel knew you were ovulating. Of course he did. Joel tracked your periods to make sure he always knew what you needed. Heating pads, tea for bloating, pads and tampons and cups. He said he wanted to know so that he could take care of you emotionally.

Of course he knew when you were ovulating.

The next two hours were a blur of bliss, Joel taking care of all your needs, physical, sexual, even emotional.

At the end, a $2000 check was written in your name and a tender kiss on the head as he parted as well as plans between you to for next time.

For the next several months, ‘next time’ became more and more frequent, more and more demanding but a higher and higher price. Joel began to take care of it all. Your apartment, your food, every single need or want was handled by Joel, and in return every free moment was spent with him. You didn’t desire to see your friends. They just wanted to party. But you, you were serious about your passions. You were serious about helping people. Joel may have mentioned it once or twice when your grades were getting worse, suggesting instead of studying with them, you study at his place. He’d keep you on track. Quickly, your grades improved, and you began studying with Joel more and more. You eventually just stayed with him.

It was like a dream, you had everything you needed, including Joel who whispered his love to you every chance he had. Joel took care of you in the way your father never did, Joel filled those gaps he left.

Joel took away every in convenience. He told you when your friends weren’t good for you, he cooked for you on late nights, he even began making appointments and getting your car fixed. Your parents were none the wiser, but you began to care less what they thought. Only Joel mattered, and the children. Joel took away every worry for you, and all you had to think about was making him happy, and what to do with your upcoming degree.

“Yes Joel.” You whine, desperate to please him, desperate to remain his everything as he is yours. “Wanna be your wife, wanna have your babies, please?”

“Oh fuck,” He panted, holding on by a thread as his brows pursed together. “Gonna fuck you full, little mama.”

Your orgasm hits you, crashing waves causing you to cry out in a rigid scream. “Joel!!!” Your fingers claw bloody on his back. “Make me a mommy, please?”

“Ohhhhh, fuck yeah baby, good fucking girl, gonna put my baby in you, yes, yes yes, FUCK YES!” Joel growled and unloaded into you, painting your inside in his cum and filling you to the brim before collapsing onto you. Heavy and overbearing, Joel consumed your body and every thought in your head and soon, your body and entire life will make room for him.

Your mind reeled, the reality of what just happened setting in. At 22, you were at peak fertility… were you pregnant?

“Joel?” You ask, still clinging to him desperately.

“I know exactly what you’re worried about, and what do I always tell you?”

You smell his neck, reassuring yourself with his mantra. “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind…” Joel always told you not to worry about a thing. He’d take care of it all, he’d take care of you…

“That’s right, sweetheart. I know you’re worried about what I said…” Joel’s body pulls away just a bit, tucking his forehead to yours. “I’m gonna marry you, baby girl. I’m gonna take care of you and this baby. If you’re pregnant, if you really are my good girl, I’ll marry you.” Sitting back, Joel watches his cock slide out of you with a ‘pop’ and laments the cum seeping out of you. As he pushes it back in, Joel brings you to orgasm yet again.

You were, in fact, pregnant. As your belly swelled, Joel became more and more obsessed with you, constantly caressing your belly. You graduated college of course, as you dreamed, but finding a job… it wasn’t really on your raidar There wasn’t really a need. Joel handled it all, and he said he didn’t want you dealing with that stress right now. And who would hire a heavily pregnant woman?

Joel and you married in an intimate ceremony at the 4th month mark in a small baptist church. It was your parents, a few family members of yours and a friend who two who Joel thought were good influences and Sarah and Tommy were there of course. Joel promised you a big, fancy vowel renewal whenever you wanted, but a wedding like that takes time to plan, and you both wanted to me married when you had your baby.

Joel made you happier than you ever thought possible, he took care of everything. Of course, he controlled everything too, but that was okay. You didn’t need a bank app on your phone, all you needed to know was that your debit card would go through, and you knew it would. You didn’t need the routing and account number, you didn’t need to see finances, look at insurance plans, stocks, bills, anything like that. All you needed to do was take care of your body, and soon, this baby.

“I gotta admit Joel, I wasn’t really a fan of this at the start.” Your dad announces one Sunday dinner. He had invited Tommy and Sarah over as well. Extended family. Both had been hesitant at first, especially Sarah, who was a few years older than you… but they saw how you made her dad smile, and how Joel took care of you… how could they not be happy?

“I remember” Joel jokes back.

Your dad continued. “But I gotta say, this has been good for her.”

They tended to talk about you like you weren’t in the room, sometimes, but that was okay. You were Joel’s pretty, obedient wife, and you spoke when spoken too. You were there to support Joel, not meddle in his conversations.

Joel turned to you and smiled, kissing you on the cheek and feeling your 9 month swollen belly. “She’s come a long way, but she’s a good girl, obedient. Best wife I could ask for.”

Joel spoke for you, proudly telling them how after the baby was born and you’d recovered, you had plans to put your degree to use. Not work, oh gosh no! You don't need to worry about something like that. No, you’d be volunteering at a nonprofit. And isn’t that so much better!

You wouldn’t have to have another worry in your head again, outside of being a good mother. Your could give a few hours a week to children in need and then come home to a living family without being exhausted from long days on your feet.

Everything would be taken care of.

Everything would be handled.

All you had to do was be a good girl.

************

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

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HI HI !!! i just wanted to request a fic of perv! stebrother! konig :D

he basically offers us a massage and us, innocent! reader would agree not knowing the intent behind this ‘innocent’ service— it’d turn into SEX,, ( you can figure the details out or just get straight into the scenario of you’d prefer )

that is all, teehee :3

Massage Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, massage, innocent/oblivious!reader, fingering, condescending, coercion, slight misogyny, size kink, tell me if I missed any.

You thought yourself extremely lucky to have an older brother so caring and gentle with you, always offering to pick you up after classes in his old pickup truck, helping you with finding inspiration for projects, acting as your model, soothing your aching muscles and always giving you a hand whenever you needed it. You really loved König despite his awkwardness and aversion to you when you first moved in with him, his avoidance of you when you crossed paths in the hall or his cold, lingering gaze on you, but after a while, he opened up, gracing you with soft affection and and eagerness to be near and help you.

You spent a lot of times together, be it in one of your rooms, in the kitchen, in the living room or in public, always so close to you and holding such an intimacy that some would think that you were a couple. Perhaps it’s this closeness that made you feel so comfortable being naked in front of him, splayed over his bigger bed without anything to cover yourself. His hands pressed down on the knot, feeling the tightness in your muscles and the softness of your skin, without being obstructed by your clothes —or any at all. König had your back oiled, stomach and breasts pressed into the cool sheets of his bed, tensing and groaning when he put pressure on a specific spot.

“You’re so tense, Spatzi,” he bemoaned, letting his rough fingers trail down your spine, feeling and staring at your arched back, mewling lightly when he ghosted your hips, “It’s good that have good hands, ja?”

You nodded against his bed, letting out a little sigh when he raised your hips with one of his big and silky pillows, hands grazing down your ass to grip your plush thighs. Kneading the sensitive, inner fat of your legs, drifting so closely to your uncovered cunt, teasing you a little flick of his thumb on your swollen clit. Your body reacted to his touch, cunt growing slick from all the stimulation of his calloused pads pressing and kneading your skin, especially when he moved down your ass or crawled up the sides of your tits, leaving fleeting touches on your perked nipples.

“Wait, König-” you mewled, squirming lightly beneath him, hips bucking against his palm from light touches, “König.”

“I know. I know,” he mumbled out, his tone wearing a slight edge of condescension, “Let me help you, Spatzi.”

You mewled lowly, your body too relaxed into his sheets to do anything against him but mewl out your objections and writhe beneath him, legs numb to the point that all you could do was give him light nudges. Shushing your cries with growling words, his fingers slipped down your slit, thumb nudging at your clit and rolling it before he dipped a thick finger into you. You moaned, gushing around him the moment he pressed his finger knuckle deep, your virginal walls unused to having a thick and rough finger curling inside of you.

You’ve fucked your self with your hand before, unable to stop the brewing flame in your core, but one finger of his equalled to two of yours, it filled you to the near brink, pumping and tapping your g-spot without fail. Your body moved on its own, ass raising lightly to coax König faster and harder, riding his hand for more stimulation than his muscle-deep massage. He nearly sneered at you for being so eager to want to come around his fingers, his sweet and innocent step-sister vulnerable and pliant for him. Giving you a few rough pumps, you gushed, soaking his palm with slick, rutting against his hand and screaming into his sheets, fingers clenching and body tense, thrashing and arching.

Your slick rolled down your thighs, wetting his bed with your salty and musky cum, gifting him with something to relieve himself with for the next days. You were complexly limp, after a massage and a mind-blowing orgasm, you felt boneless and aroused and floating on ecstasy.

“See?” König growled out, body pressing down on you to reaffirm his previous words, ”I know how to help you. I know better, Spatzi.”

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[Commissioned] Special Guest: M!Reader × Yujin × Youngeun (Kep1er)

A/N: Almost 8k words of pure repetitive smut. Sorry about that.

Tags: Nonconsensual, Dubious Consent, Threesome, Degradation, Fingering, Tied Up, Strap-on, Light BDSM(?), Spanking, Breath Play, Blindfolding, Forced Anal, Daddy Kink, Forced Pussy Eating, Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing, Squirting

Word Count: 7,980

You and your girlfriend, Yujin, had been hyped for weeks to whip up some fresh content for your joint OnlyFans page. After scoring some killer outfits and props at the mall, you hit up the local sex shop for some extra goodies.

As you cruise the aisles, brainstorming which items will spice up your videos, you're buzzing with excitement. Your OnlyFans crew has been growing, and you're pumped to give them something new to drool over.

With your haul in tow, you head back to Yujin's place for dinner, because she's itching to flex her cooking skills, and you're always down for her grub. But when you get to her building, the elevator's busted, so it's stair-climbing time.

Yujin takes on the heavy lifting, toting the bags of toys and gear, while you wrestle with the camera stuff. By the time you hit the apartment door, you're both sweaty and winded. Yujin digs for her keys in her bag.

Once you're inside the cool apartment and all the gear's dumped, you catch a faint voice from Yujin’s housemate, Youngeun’s room. Yujin's brow furrows as you both exchange a puzzled glance.

Quietly, you both creep towards Youngeun's slightly ajar door. Peering inside, you see Youngeun lying on her bed, totally nude. Her laptop is open in front of her, playing a homemade porn video of you and Yujin fucking hard and passionately.

Youngeun's legs are spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal as she furiously rubs her clit. "Mmm...oppa...fuck yes..." she moans loudly, her back arching. "You should be pounding my virgin pussy, not Yujin's..."

Her free hand gropes her perky tits roughly as she watches the video intently. You can see her pussy lips quivering and her hips bucking upwards, desperately craving penetration. The lewd sounds of her fingers sloshing in her soaked slit fill the room.

"Gonna cum to oppa's big cock stretching Yujin's slutty hole..." Youngeun cries out shamelessly. "Wish it was my dripping cunt instead..."

Yujin stifles a gasp beside you, clearly turned on by the erotic display. You feel your cock straining against your pants as you watch Youngeun pleasure herself so wantonly.

Yujin is clearly aroused watching her roommate Youngeun shamelessly masturbate to the video of you two fucking. Instead of being jealous, she slyly fishes your hard cock out of your pants and starts stroking it firmly. Her soft hand glides up and down your thick shaft as you both continue spying on the lewd display.

With her other hand, Yujin hikes up her dress and rubs her soaked panties, teasing her swollen clit. She bites her lip, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure as she gets off to Youngeun's desperate cries.

"Fuck yes...gonna cum to oppa's big dick..." Youngeun whimpers, her hips thrashing wildly now. Her fingers are a blur as she pounds her dripping pussy.

You can smell the thick, musky scent of her arousal even from the doorway. Yujin jerks you faster, running her thumb over your sensitive cockhead. Pearly beads of pre-cum dribble out, lubricating her strokes.

Youngeun throws her head back, her tits jiggling as she finally hits her orgasm. "Oppa! Yes… fuck me!” she screams, her whole body shaking. Her pussy squirts clear girl-cum across her thighs and sheets as she rides out her powerful climax.

Yujin whimpers softly beside you, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her cream soaks through her flimsy panties as she coats your shaft with her juices. The combined scents of two pussies fill the air.

Youngeun lays spent on her bed, her naked body glistening with sweat. She's still riding the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She's completely unaware that you and Yujin have been watching her.

Seizing the opportunity, Yujin suddenly drops to her knees in front of you. Despite her cute, innocent looks, she has an insatiable sexual appetite. Without hesitation, she takes your thick, throbbing cock into her mouth, sucking greedily.

Her soft lips stretch around your girthy shaft as she bobs her head back and forth. Yujin's cheeks hollow with each hungry slurp, her tongue swirling around its head. You groan low at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing you.

Yujin's big eyes look up at you lustfully as she sucks you off. One of her hands fondles your heavy balls while the other rubs her sopping pussy through her drenched panties. The squelching sounds mix with her sloppy sucking noises.

You can't resist tangling your fingers in her silky hair, guiding her head to take you deeper into her throat. Yujin obediently relaxes her jaw, letting you face-fuck her pretty mouth. Drool and pre-cum drip down her chin as you use her for your pleasure.

The sight of her sweet, innocent face getting absolutely defiled is almost too much. You feel your balls tightening, getting ready to flood Yujin's greedy mouth with your seed.

You suck in a groan as your orgasm hits, pumping thick ropes of hot cum straight down Yujin's throat. She gags slightly but keeps sucking, determined to swallow every drop of your salty seed.

When you're finally spent, Yujin pulls off with an audible pop, panting heavily. A trickle of your jizz leaks from the corner of her mouth as she licks her lips. Her face is absolutely lecherous and her hair mussed from her enthusiastic oral efforts.

Not wanting Youngeun to catch you both, you and Yujin quickly but quietly retreat from outside her bedroom door. Once safely in the living room, Yujin fixes you with a devilish look.

“Wow, I never knew that girl is such a desperate little whore." Yujin giggles, and is clearly riled up from the erotic display. "I want you to help me teach her a lesson, babe.”

You nod, grinning, already feeling your cock stiffening again at the thought. "Whatever you have in mind, baby.”

Yujin smirks, reaching down to grope your growing bulge. "Good. Because I have the perfect plan to make that slutty roommate of mine get what she desperately wants."

She leans in and whispers the deliciously depraved details in your ear. Your sadistic grin widens with each filthy word, already picturing Youngeun's terrified yet aroused expression as you both subject her to all manner of twisted depravities.

Over dinner, you and Yujin act completely normal around Youngeun, giving no hint that you caught her sensual display earlier. But Yujin can't resist messing with the younger girl a little before the real fun begins.

Every chance she gets, Yujin is all over you - feeding you bites of food, running her hands along your muscular thighs, even planting sloppy kisses on your neck and cheeks. She's marking her territory, letting Youngeun know you belong to her.

Youngeun tries to complain jokingly about you two being so lovey-dovey, but there's an undercurrent of irritation in her voice. "Get a room, you horny rabbits!" she huffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Little does Youngeun know, that's exactly what you and Yujin have planned for her. While she was busy fantasizing about your cock earlier, Yujin slipped a strong sedative into Youngeun's drink when she was preparing dinner.

You have to stifle a grin as Youngeun's movements gradually become more sluggish throughout the meal. Her eyelids start drooping and her speech slurs, clearly feeling the effects of the drugs.

"W-what… Sorry, I feel so sleepy… I will just…" she tries getting up hazily before her eyes roll back. Youngeun slumps forward, face-planting right beside her plate of half-eaten food.

You and Yujin share a chuckle as the girl is knocked completely unconscious. "Showtime," Yujin purrs while you grab Youngeun's limp body and haul her over your shoulder. "Let's take this poor girl to the bedroom and make her dreams come true.”

*SMACK!*

Youngeun jolts awake with a pained yelp as your palm connects harshly with her plump ass cheek. She's completely disoriented, realizing she's only clad in her skimpy bra and panties now. Goosebumps rise on her exposed skin from the cold air.

Before she can get her bearings, you've already secured the girl's wrists tightly behind her back with coarse ropes. Youngeun whimpers in confusion as Yujin blindfolds her, plunging her world into darkness.

You've positioned the bound girl on her knees with her upper body bent over the edge of the bed. Her tits are mashed against the mattress and her firm ass is lewdly presented in the air, pussy mere inches from your face.

Youngeun tries lifting her head, but Yujin immediately steps on it, grinding her cheek into the sheets. "Stay down like a good girl, Youngeun-ah," your sadistic girlfriend taunts. "Your beloved 'oppa' is busy recording that pussy of yours.”

"Y-Yujin unnie?" Youngeun stammers, voice thick with terror. "What's happening? Why am I tied up?!"

You answer her question by bringing your palm down on her exposed ass again with a harsh *SMACK!* The soft cheeks jiggle deliciously from the impact.

"No more questions," you say coldly. "Just stay still and present that slutty hole for the viewers’ pleasure.”

The camera is already rolling as Yujin begins her intro speech. "What's up guys, it's your favorite cam slut Yujin here with a very special guest for this week’s show."

She steps aside, making sure to get Youngeun's blindfolded, bound and kneeling form in the frame. The poor girl is trembling with fear and humiliation, realizing this twisted performance is being broadcast for strangers' entertainment.

"As you can see, we have my cute little roommate Youngeun all tied up and ready to be used," Yujin continues with a wicked grin. "This dumb bitch has been lusting after my daddy’s cock, so I thought I'd give her a taste."

Youngeun whimpers pathetically, shaking her head in denial. "N-No...please, I don't want this! Don't show me to people on the internet, unnie!"

But her muffled pleas fall on deaf ears. Yujin's demeanor instantly shifts as she grabs a fistful of Youngeun's hair, yanking her head back roughly.

"Shut the fuck up, you little slut," she snarls with venom. "We know you've been dying for daddy's big dick after watching our private videos. So be a good girl, put on a show for daddy and my viewers, and maybe you'll get that cock stuffed in your worthless holes.”

To emphasize her point, Yujin shoves the vibrating wand into your hands. You grin nodding as you bring the buzzing toy to Youngeun's covered pussy lips, teasing.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of Youngeun's skimpy panties and yank them down to her knees in one motion. The poor girl screams into the mattress, muffled by Yujin's foot grinding into her cheek.

Her cries rise to a shrieking pitch as you press the buzzing vibrator against her bare, puffy folds. Youngeun's back arches, her bound arms straining against the ropes as the intense vibrations assault her sensitive nether region.

"MMMMPPPHHH!!! NNNGGGHHH!!!" she sobs, drool pooling beneath her face as she writhes in overstimulated agony.

But you show no mercy, working the vibrating wand up and down her slit, avoiding her clit just enough to keep her on the torturous edge of orgasm. Youngeun's hips buck shamelessly, chasing that elusive release.

Yujin takes advantage of the thrashing girl's open mouth, grabbing a fat, purple dildo from the nightstand. With a giddy laugh, she grips Youngeun's hair, yanking her head up at a painful angle.

"Open wide for unnie's cock, you cock-craving whore!" Not waiting for a response before plunging the thick, veiny shaft past Youngeun's lips.

The bound girl gags and chokes as Yujin immediately starts throat-fucking her with the huge toy, using her spit as lubrication. Her cheeks suck in with each thrust, drool sputtering down her chin as the dildo batters her tonsils.

"Mmm, that's it slut, take unnie's big cock like the dirty depraved whore you are," Yujin coos in a sickly-sweet tone, even as she ruthlessly skull-fucks Youngeun with the massive dildo.

The poor girl's eyes are rolling back under the dark silk scarf around her head, tears and drool streaking her reddened cheeks as she gags and retches around the thick shaft plundering her mouth. Her body jerks with every harsh push, spit frothing at her lips.

Meanwhile, you keep Youngeun's legs spread wide, pinning one thigh down so she can't squeeze them shut. With your free hand, you continue tormenting her pussy with the vibrating wand.

"Such a messy little cunt, getting so wet for daddy’s toy," you taunt, dragging the buzzing head up and down her entrance.

Youngeun's hips worm around, grinding against the vibrator as her arousal builds. Thick cream coats her folds and inner thighs, her body betraying how much she craves this depraved abuse despite her muffled protests.

"Does this closeted slut want to cum?" you ask with a cruel smirk, pressing the vibrating tip against her swollen clit. Youngeun's whole body tenses, a guttural moan escaping around Yujin's throat-stuffing dildo.

"Too bad,” immediately pulling the vibrator away and delivering a harsh slap to her wet pussy. "Stupid whores like you don't get to cum until you've earned it."

Youngeun sobs brokenly as her denied orgasm crashes over her in searing waves of torment. Youngeun gasps desperately for air as Yujin finally relents, pulling the spit-soaked dildo from the girl's throat.

She coughs and wheezes, drool dribbling down her chin. "Please...huu...I can't breathe..." she rasps between ragged inhales. "Oppa, please...I'm sorry if I–"

But Yujin cuts her apology short by immediately shoving the thick cock-toy back into Youngeun's mouth, muffling her words into garbled choking sounds.

"Listen here, you dumb cunt," Yujin snarls, gripping Youngeun's hair tightly. "Don't you ever disrespect Daddy like that again. You address him properly, understand?" To emphasize her point, she fucks the dildo in and out of Youngeun's stuffed mouth a few times before pulling it out again.

As punishment for her insolence, you bring the vibrating wand back to her throbbing pussy. But instead of the mind-numbing stimulation she craves, you simply tap the buzzing head against her sensitive folds once, then pull it away.

Youngeun's back arches with a pitiful whine, her hips chasing the denied pleasure. You repeat the teasing process, lightly dragging the vibrator over her puffy lips and engorged clit only to yank it away before she can get any relief.

Over and over you torment the poor girl, bringing her to the edge of sweet release with each light touch, only to cruelly rip it away. Youngeun's thighs quiver and her stomach muscles clench as her orgasm builds but you refuse to give her that satisfaction.

"P-Please, oppa– daddy! Ahh~ l will be good, hng!" she finally sobs, legs shaking. "I'll call you whatever you want! Just please stop! No! No! Let me cum!"

Yujin pushes the dildo into Youngeun's mouth one last time before pulling it out with a pop, leaving the poor girl gasping. "I want to hear you scream for Daddy," she demands, giving Youngeun's hair a yank. “Well, go on. Scream Daddy's name at the top of your lungs so he knows just how badly you need his cock!"

Youngeun hesitates for just a moment before the denial becomes too much. "D-DADDYYYY!!" she wails loudly, voice cracking with desperation. "PLEASE DADDY, I NEED YOU!!"

"Louder, you worthless cunt!" Yujin demands, slapping Youngeun's reddened cheek. "Let the whole neighborhood know what a cock-starved whore you are!"

"DADDYYYYYY!!!" Youngeun shrieks, putting every ounce of her being into that guttural scream. "PLEASE FUCK YOUR LITTLE SLUT!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR COCK, DADDYYYY!!!"

You chuckle amused at her pathetic display, dropping the vibrator to the floor. "Such a needy little girl, begging for Daddy's dick like a bitch in heat.”

Gripping her thighs tightly, you spread Youngeun's legs wider, exposing her pretty pink pussy to your hungry gaze. Her bare, puffy lips are swollen and glistening, coated in her arousal.

"This sad little hole is all you've had to play with, huh baby girl?" you taunt, dragging a finger through her slick folds. "Just your own tiny fingers stuffed in this tight cunt, no wonder you're so fucking desperate for a real cock!"

Youngeun moans loudly as you sink two digits knuckle-deep into her sopping channel, her velvet walls fluttering around the intrusion, immediately set a punishing pace, finger-fucking her dripping slit as she writhes and mewls.

"You want Daddy's big dick stuffing you full of cum? Stretching this sad, undersized pussy around until you're screaming for mercy?"

"YES DADDY!!" she screams without hesitation, her shame abandoned in the pursuit of pleasure. "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!! PLEASE RUIN MY WORTHLESS VIRGIN CUNT!!"

With you vigorously finger-fucking Youngeun's sopping cunt, Yujin decides she needs some attention too. The sadistic woman strips off her lacy bra and panties, tossing them aside carelessly before dropping her naked ass right in front of Youngeun's face.

"Alright, honey,” Yujin says, grabbing a fistful of Youngeun's hair and yanking her head up roughly. "If you want Daddy to let you cum, you need to make me cum first with that tongue of yours.”

Youngeun's eyes go wide as she senses Yujin spreads her legs, exposing her, pinkish pussy mere inches from the blindfolded girl's face. She tries to protest, but all that escapes her lips is a garbled moan of pleasure as your fingers sliding in and out of her clenching hole.

"Uh uh, no excuses, bitch,” Yujin’s tone changes again, grinding her dripping crotch against Youngeun's cheek and smearing her horny juice across the younger girl's face. "I don't give a fuck if you've never eaten pussy before. You're gonna lap up every drop of my cum like a dehydrated whore in the desert."

Poor Youngeun is overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation, your thick scratching digits stretching and filling her throbbing cunt. Her hips moves out of control, fucking herself on your hand as she chases that maddening release.

But no matter how delirious with pleasure she becomes, Yujin refuses to let up. She smothers Youngeun's face in her musky folds, grinding her soaked pussy against the girl's gasping mouth.

"Lick it, slut! Fucking lick unnie's pussy and make me cum all over your slutty pretty face!" she demands, fisting Youngeun's hair tightly. "Don't you dare stop until I'm screaming and gushing all over you!"

With no other choice, Youngeun finally extends her trembling tongue.

The second Youngeun's hesitant tongue makes contact with Yujin's slick folds, the cruel woman clamps her thighs around the girl's head in a vice-like grip. Youngeun's muffled cries are abruptly silenced as her face is smothered between Yujin's milky thighs, nose buried in her musky pussy.

"That's it, breathe deep!" Yujin moans, grinding her drenched entrance against Youngeun's gasping mouth. "Get a good taste of unnie's sweet cream before you start lapping it up.”

Youngeun's eyes roll back as she desperately inhales, Yujin's tangy arousal invading her senses. Instead of air, she's forced to snort the older woman's sticky precum with each frantic breath through her nose.

Meanwhile, your fingers continue their in and out motion on Youngeun's leaking cunt. Her lower body grows taut as a bowstring, thighs shaking and toes curling as you ruthlessly edge her towards a shattering climax she's denied over and over.

Yujin bucks her hips, rubbing her folds across Youngeun's face as she fucks the girl's mouth and nose with needs. "That's right slut, get your tongue nice and deep in there!" she growls. "I'm not letting you up for air until you make me fucking cum!"

Choking and gagging, Youngeun’s tongue brushes clumsily at Yujin's swollen pussy, licking and slurping up her tangy juices as best she can. The poor girl is delirious, overwhelmed by the taste and scent of Yujin's sex as she struggles to breathe.

All the while, her own stimulated cunt clenches greedily around your pistoning fingers. Youngeun's thighs shake with the strain of her denied orgasm, a pitiful whine escaping around Yujin's smothering thighs as her climax builds and builds and builds.

You can sense Yujin's impending orgasm from the way her thighs start trembling and her hips grind more aimlessly against Youngeun's mouth. With a smile, you match the frantic pace of your fingers pistoning in and out of the bound girl's pussy.

Youngeun is a drooling, whimpering mess between Yujin's smothering thighs. Her tongue works frantically over the older woman's swollen clit as she tries to suck in air through her clogged nostrils. All the while, her own slit is speared and stretched around your digits.

You time the stimulation perfectly, edging Youngeun closer and closer to that shattering peak of your woman’s ecstasy. Yujin's back arches, her nails digging into Youngeun's scalp as she grinds harder against the breathless girl’s face.

"F-Fuck...gonna fucking cum...!" she moans drunkenly. "Get ready for unnie's fucking cream you virgin slut!"

The words have barely left her lips when Yujin throws her head back with a shrill scream of delight. Her thighs clamp down tight around Youngeun's skull as she squirts thick ropes of girl-cum directly into the poor girl's mouth and nose.

At the exact same moment, you curl your fingers firmly against Youngeun's spongy g-spot, finally allowing her that elusive orgasm to crash over her. The bound girl convulses, her whole body going stiff as she unleashes a high-pitched muffled wail of pure ecstasy.

Her walls wring around your pumping fingers, drenching your hand with her gushing discharge. Youngeun's pupils disappear, drool and Yujin's tangy juices sputter from her overstuffed mouth as she squirts and squirts and squirts.

Even your throbbing cock twitches painfully in your boxers at the erotic exhibit. But you let the two women have their fun first, continuing to stroke Youngeun’s writhing body through the waves of her climaxes.

Youngeun lies in a twitching, panting heap between Yujin's thighs, her face and hair drenched in the older woman's fluid. She's still riding the aftershocks when Yujin's palm connects with her cheek.

*SMACK!*

"Say thank you to Daddy for letting you cum like the pathetic little slut you are." Yujin orders, giving Youngeun's hair a harsh yank.

The bound girl flinches, her mind slowly clearing from the haze of pleasure. For a brief moment, a flicker of defiance and shame flashes across her features. But Yujin's free hand cracks across her other cheek before she can protest.

*SMACK!*

"I said thank him, bitch!" she barks, grinding her spent pussy against Youngeun's face. "You're blindfolded and tied up, you really think you have a choice here?"

Youngeun whimpers softly, realizing the truth of Yujin's words. With her senses deprived and limbs restrained, she's utterly at your mercy. A shudder rolls through her body as you grope and massage her plump ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

Despite her humiliation, Youngeun can't deny how her body craves this depraved attention and abuse. Her throbbing cunt aches needily as you spread her cheeks, exposing her tight rear entrance to the cool air.

"Th...thank you...D-Daddy..." she finally stammers, defeat and arousal warring in her trembling voice. "Thank you for letting your...your slutty little girl c-cum..."

Yujin laughs cruelly at the broken whimper in Youngeun's words, rewarding her obedience by smearing her musky juices across the girl's face once more.

"That's a good girl," she coos mockingly. "Such a well-trained little cock-sleeve for Daddy to use.”

Youngeun flinches as Yujin abruptly rises from the bed, her weight shifting off the mattress. The bound girl is left trembling and disoriented, Yujin's essence still coating her face and dripping from her hair.

"W-Wait...unnie? Where are you going?" she calls out meekly, panic creeping into her voice as footsteps retreat across the room. "What are you going to do to me?"

Yujin's mocking laughter fills the air as she moves out of sight. "Don't you worry, baby girl. Daddy's going to take good care of you while I get things ready for our next… session.”

With those ominous words, you take the opportunity to finally shed your boxers, your thick, aching cock springing free. You give it a few firm strokes, groaning at the delicious friction against your wet palm.

"You hear that, princess?" Your voice is thick with lust as you crawl over Youngeun's trembling form. "Daddy's going to take such good care of you and your tight holes."

Youngeun whimpers softly as you settle between her splayed thighs, your engorged cockhead nudging insistently against her puffy, cream-soaked folds.

"P-Please...no more..." she stammers weakly, even as her hips give an involuntary buck towards your leaking tip. "I...I can't..."

"Shhh, just relax for Daddy," you coo, trailing rough kisses along the slender pit of her spines. "This sweet, virgin pussy is going to take Daddy's big cock so fucking well."

You punctuate the words by grinding the broad head of your dick through Youngeun's slick lips, letting her feel the blunt pressure against her tender opening. The poor girl's breath hitches, her bound arms straining against the ropes.

"Th-That thing won't fit..." she gasps, even as her thighs instinctively part wider. "It's too big, D-Daddy...you'll ruin me!"

"That's the idea, baby girl," you rasp, your hips already beginning to rock in a slow, teasing grind. "Daddy's going to absolutely destroy this pathetic cunt with his cock.”

You waste no more time with teasing or foreplay, yanking her hips back until her plump ass is raised high in the air, presenting her dripping cunt and puckered rear entrance to your hungry gaze.

"That's a good girl," you say approvingly, giving her jiggling cheeks a harsh slap that leaves a bright red handprint. "Get that slutty pussy nice and high for this cock.”

Youngeun groans and squirms, but obediently arches her back further. She cries out sharply as you immediately guide your thick cockhead to her tight, virgin entrance and drive your hips forward in one motion.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!! DADDYYYYY!!!" she shrieks, tears instantly springing to her eyes as her sensitive walls are brutally stretched and impaled on your invading length.

You groan at the exquisite tightness gripping your shaft, not giving Youngeun a moment to adjust before setting a fast momentum. Your hips pistoning back and forth, savagely spearing her pussy with your thick meat.

"Fuck yeah, take it deep, slut!" One hand fisting in Youngeun's hair while the other rains stinging slaps across her wobbling ass cheeks.

Youngeun is sobbing openly now, her whole body jolting with the force of your rough pounding. But her cries are a chaotic blend of pain and pleasure, back arched wantonly as she meets your thrusts with shameless enthusiasm.

"YES DADDY!!! OH GOD, YES!!!" she screams hazily, drool flying from her lips as you ravage her convulsing cunt. "FUCK YOUR LITTLE SLUT!!! RUIN ME WITH YOUR COCK, DADDYYYY!!!"

Deep down, Youngeun's twisted desires are finally being fulfilled as you claim her virginity in the most depraved, degrading way imaginable. The brutal stretch of your cock splitting her open, the harsh slaps reddening her tender flesh.

It's everything she's dreamed of and more. Youngeun is hysterical with pleasure, reduced to a drooling, cock-crazed wreck as you ruthlessly rail her towards another shattering climax.

You grip Youngeun's shoulders, using them as leverage to really drive your cock deeper into her plowed canal. The poor girl's back bends almost impossibly, her petite frame bent nearly in half as you impale her worming insides.

Youngeun can only respond with a garbled, drooling wail of ecstasy as you bottom out inside her, your thick cock stretching her velvet walls wide around the length. Her whole body jolts with the force of your pounding, her tits scraping against the mattress.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! DADDY DADDY DADDY!!!" she screams, pussy squeezing and gushing cream around your pistoning cock.

The lewd sounds of her sloppy, squelching inner walls fill the air, mixed with the harsh smacks of flesh-on-flesh and Youngeun's restless moans. You release one shoulder to tangle your fingers in her disheveled hair, using the new grip to yank her head back.

"Tell me how much you fucking love this slutty little cunt getting wrecked!" you twist, giving her hair another brutal tug. "Beg for Daddy's cum, you cock-whore!"

"I LOVE IT DADDY!! I LOVE YOUR COCK RUINING MY PUSSY!!!" Youngeun shrieks without hesitation, her shame completely abandoned in her euphoric lust.

Her whole body is trembling violently now, thighs quaking and stomach clenched as her orgasm rapidly builds. Drool and tears stream down her contorted features, but her eyes are rolled back in an expression of pure, rapturous bliss.

"PLEASE DADDY, PLEEEEASE!!!" she sobs, grinding her hips back to meet your all out thrusts. "PUMP THIS SLUTTY PUSSY FULL OF YOUR SEED!!! MAKE ME YOUR CUMDUMP, DADDYYYY!!!"

With a low growl, you let go of her hair and double your pace. Youngeun's entire body goes hard as her orgasm finally crests in. She throws her head back with a guttural, animalistic scream, her walls spasming and around your impaling cock.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! BREED ME DADDY!!! PUMP YOUR SEED DEEP IN MY WOMB!!!"

But her hole is so indecently stretched and overstimulated that the sheer force of her squirting actually forces your cock out of her it with a lewd 'pop'. Youngeun's cream gushes forth in a torrent, drenching your crotch and thighs as she wails through her explosive climax.

You click your tongue in frustration at being denied your own euphoria, giving her jiggling ass a series of harsh, stinging slaps that leave bright red handprints crisscrossing her butt cheeks.

"You greedy cunt!" fisting in her disheveled hair to yank her face up. "You really think I'd breed this whore-pussy without Yujin's permission?"

Youngeun moans pitifully, her whole body still twitching and shuddering through the aftershocks. You're just about to drag her down the bed and shove your aching cock into her gasping mouth when Yujin suddenly reappears from the bathroom.

"Well well, looks like our slut made quite a mess..." she snickers, eyeing the puddle of Youngeun's cum with disdain.

But your eyes are immediately drawn to the thick, girthy strap-on dildo jutting obscenely from Yujin's pelvis, and the sinister black plastic bag dangling from her other hand.

Yujin simply smirks as she advances on the helpless, trembling girl. Youngeun flinches violently as she hears the telltale crinkle of plastic and Yujin's footsteps drawing nearer. Her breathing grows rapid and shallow, chest heaving with panicked gasps, eyes blinded behind the thick blindfold.

The poor woman is utterly disoriented, senses deprived and body aching from the abuse you've already inflicted. She has no idea what fresh torments await her at Yujin's cruel hands.

"W-What… Unnie, what are you going to do to me?" she whimpers tremulously, flinching again as Yujin's fingers trail almost tenderly through her sweat-damp hair.

"Shhh, just relax baby girl," your girlfriend coos in a mockery of comfort. "Unnie's going to take such good care of you and all your greedy tight holes."

Before Youngeun can react, Yujin abruptly shoves the open end of the plastic bag over Youngeun’s face, cinching it tight around her slender throat. Youngeun's muffled scream of shock and panic is swallowed by the thin plastic as it seals around her head, instantly restricting her airflow.

"Just keep breathing nice and deep for unnie," Yujin murmurs, giving the makeshift mask a harsh twist to tighten it further. "We wouldn't want you passing out before the real fun starts."

Youngeun's chest heaves with desperate, gasping breaths as the plastic bag slowly suffocates her. Her bound arms thrash weakly, eyes wide with primal terror behind her blindfold.

You chuckle at the pathetic show, giving her jiggling ass a firm smack that makes her jolt. "Don't worry princess, Daddy's going to make sure you stay nice and conscious."

Gripping her hips tightly, you drag the tip of your aching cock through Youngeun's drenched, gaping folds with. The poor girl jolts again with a muffled wail as you start to slowly feed your thick length back into her pussy.

But Yujin doesn't give you a chance to fully sheath yourself back inside Youngeun and pulls you to the side a few steps, standing behind the bound girl's trembling kneeling form at the edge of the bed.

"Get that fat cock up here, daddy," she says, licking her lips. "I want to taste that slut's flavor while I ruin her hole."

You quickly obey, shuffling onto the bed until your cock is level with Yujin's cute flushed face. Your girlfriend leans in without hesitation, dragging her tongue through the slick mixture of your pre-cum and Youngeun's cream coating your cock.

"Mmm...not bad," she purrs, wrapping her lips around your bulbous head to suckle noisily. "But I think it could use a bit more..."

Youngeun wriggles beneath you, muffled screams escaping the plastic bag as Yujin abruptly buries the massive strap-on dildo to the hilt inside her pussy with one rough thrust. The girth is even thicker than your cock, stretching the poor girl to the absolute limits.

Yujin gives her hips a sharp shove to bury the unyielding rod even deeper, her hips pistoning back and forth as she rails Youngeun's clenching pussy with the huge fake cock. Each savage thrust shakes the Youngeun’s body, her muffled wails rising in pitch as she's split open and ravaged.

You groan, grinding your hips to fuck Yujin's sucking mouth in time with her merciless thrusts into Youngeun's cunt. She gags and slurps, drinking down the fresh gushes of your pre-cum like a woman dying of thirst.

"Fuck yeah, get it nice and sloppy for me you, baby girl," tangling your fingers in Yujin's hair to hold her in place as you skull-fuck her wet hot mouth.

Between Yujin's vicious pounding and your own forceful face-fucking, Youngeun is left a breathless sobbing, writhing mess.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, baby girl," you warn, feeling that telltale tightening in your balls.

Yujin immediately pulls back, letting your spit-slick cock slip from between her swollen lips with a pop. She opens her mouth wide in a lewd 'O', tongue lolling out as she stares up at you with glazed, teary eyes.

"Give it to me, Daddy," she rasps, voice already hoarse and ruined. "Fucking choke me on your cum!”

You tighten your grip in her messy hair, using the leverage to start jackhammering, your thick meat stick batters the back of Yujin's throat, her eyes rolling back as she gags and drools around your cock sliding directly inside her narrowed esophagus.

Beneath you, Youngeun writhes in desperation, her hushed screams growing weaker as the plastic bag slowly suffocates her. But Yujin is utterly focused on the cock ravaging her face, her own hips still pistoning the huge strap-on dildo in and out of the younger woman’s sore pussy.

Yujin's thighs are quivering, her whole body tensing as her own climax rapidly builds. She's forced to brace herself with her hands clenched around Youngeun's reddened ass, using the helpless girl's body for support as she feverishly fucks her own dripping cunt on the thick toy shaft.

Then, with a harsh grunt of bliss, your cock erupts in thick, heavy ropes of cum that coat Yujin's tongue and fill her gaping mouth. Her throat constricts as she swallows all your copious load in one gulp after another.

Yujin's own orgasm wrecks her in the same breath. She throws her head back with a gargled scream, you can see your cum gathered in her mouth, her whole body shuddering as she grinds the strap-on's base against her engorged clit.

By the time your climaxes finally subside, Youngeun lies utterly still and unmoving beneath you both.

You step back from Youngeun, chest heaving as you watch Yujin slump bonelessly forward onto Youngeun's prone form. Your girlfriend is utterly spent, eyes glazed and hair disheveled. The thick strap-on dildo remains buried inside Youngeun's moist pussy.

But the younger woman doesn't so much as twitch beneath Yujin's dead weight, her chest utterly still.

"Oh shit, I think we broke this slut," Yujin pants, a wicked grin curling her lips despite her words. She lazily rolls off Youngeun and tears the plastic bag from her face, tossing it carelessly aside. Youngeun's head lolls limply, her features slack and skin taking on an ashen pallor. "Fuck, don't you dare pass out on me, bitch." Yujin seizes a fistful of Youngeun's damped hair.

She gives the woman's head a yank, and after a tense few seconds, Youngeun finally gasps back to consciousness. A ragged, desperate cough wracks her petite frame as she struggles to suck in precious air.

But the blindfold remains firmly in place, leaving the poor woman blind and disoriented. She flinches violently at Yujin's cruel grip in her hair, whimpering as panic sets in once more.

"P-Please… Unnie, no more..." Youngeun’s voice is little more than a broken croak. "I c-can't… I'm gonna—”

"Shut the fuck up. Did I say you could pass out like a little bitch? This isn't nearly over for you yet, slut." She leans in close until her lips are nearly brushing Youngeun's ear, her tone dropping to a mocking croon. "After all, we still need to make sure that greedy cunt is properly bred by daddy."

While you wait for your spent cock to recover from its explosive release down Yujin's throat, the two of you turn your sadistic attentions back to the helpless, blindfolded form of Youngeun.

Poor Youngeun is still trembling and gasping weakly, her sweaty frame utterly wrecked from the abuse her holes have already endured. But you have no intention of showing her mercy, not until her mind is just as thoroughly broken as her pussy.

"Look at this pathetic whore," Yujin laughs, giving Youngeun's disheveled hair another harsh yank to bend her neck. "She's nothing but a set of fuckholes begging to be used over and over again."

To emphasize her cruel words, sadistic Yujin drives the sticky strap-on back dildo into Youngeun's cream-drenched pussy. The weak bound woman shrieks hoarsely, back bowing off the bed as she is impaled once more.

"AAAAAAHHH!!! NNNGHH...PLEASE STOP!!"

But Yujin just cackles derisively, settling into a rough, pounding rhythm that has the huge fake cock squelching indecently with each stroke.

"You hear that, Daddy?" she pants, smirking over at you as you languidly stroke your steadily re-hardening length. "This dumb slut is actually trying to tell us 'no' like she has a choice.”

You move to straddle Youngeun's face, your thick cock hanging heavily above her drooling mouth. You seize her hair to yank her head back at a brutal angle, smearing your musky shaft across her abused features.

Youngeun whimpers piteously, hot tears leaking from beneath the blindfold to streak her flushed cheeks. But she offers no further protests, her swollen lips unconsciously parting wider to grant your heavy balls entry to her mouth.

"Mmmpphh...mmmhhh..." she moans defeatedly around the heavy weight on her tongue.

"That's right, baby girl," you croon with mocking tenderness. "Just accept your role as Daddy's personal little cock-sleeve. This is what you were made for.”

With Youngeun's mind already teetering on the edge, you and Yujin ramp up the depraved torments to utterly shatter what little defiance and self-respect she has left.

While Yujin rails her overstimulated pussy with the massive strap-on, squelching and stretching her to the limits, you straddle Youngeun's blindfolded face and immediately start skull-fucking her.

"Open up wide for Daddy's cock,” you order, burying yourself to the base.

Youngeun gags violently as your thickness smashes the back of her throat, spit gushing from the corners of her stretched lips. But she instinctively obeys, fighting against her body's reflexes to keep her jaw laxed and pliant.

"Mmmmrrrghhh...hhhhkkkk..." she wheezes pathetically around your pistoning shaft.

Each jab has her jolting, muffled wails rising in pitch as she's mercilessly spitroasted between you and Yujin.

Youngeun can do nothing but lie there and take the vicious abuse, her pummeled holes and senses utterly overwhelmed. Her mind fractures further, each harsh slap and degrading slur stripping away the last vestiges of her identity.

By the time you finally reach your peak, burying yourself balls-deep and flooding her convulsing gullet with thick ropes of seed, Youngeun is nothing more than a drooling, cum-addled wreck, swallowing your heavy load on sheer instinct.

When you finally pull out, leaving the poor woman to lie there coughing and sputtering, her entire world has been reduced to serving as your personal cocksleeve and cumdump.

You and Yujin take a step back to admire the pathetic, drooling mess you've made of her housemate. The once defiant girl is utterly broken, blindfolded and bound, her feeble body twitching weakly from the abuse.

"Look at this dumb slut," Yujin gives the strap-on another harsh shove that makes Youngeun twitch with a gargled moan. "I think we finally knocked some obedience into that empty fuckhole between her ears."

As if to prove her words, Youngeun's swollen lips part in a tremulous whimper.

"Th...thank you...D-Daddy..." she slurs, her voice a wrecked croak. "Thank you for...for using me..."

You bark out a laugh, delivering a slap to her face that leaves a bright red handprint. "You hear that, you dumb cunt? You're thanking Daddy for treating you like the worthless set of holes "

Youngeun flinches, but her back arches as she nods her blindfolded face with desperate enthusiasm. "Y-Yes Daddy! Thank you...thank you for breaking me!" she sobs, drool and tears streaking her abused features. "I'm nothing but...but a warm sleeve for your cock! Please...please keep using me!"

"Well, since the little slut is asking so nicely," Yujin purrs, reaching down to grip Youngeun's jaw in bruising fingers.

She wrenches the girl's mouth open wide, giving you an unobstructed view of her lolling tongue and the mixture of drool and cum coating her throat. Youngeun offers no resistance, merely whimpering pathetically as she's brutally handled.

"You hear that, Daddy?" Yujin taunts, jerking her hips to make the strap-on squelch lewdly. "I think this dumb whore needs you to really decorate her hungry cum-dump of an ass next.”

Grinning eagerly, you reposition yourself behind Youngeun's trembling form, eyeing her puckered, virgin asshole with hunger and she blubbers as she feels the thick head of your cock prodding insistently at her tight rear entrance.

"Please...not there Daddy..." she pleads, only to be silenced by a harsh slap across her already sore and swollen countenance.

"Did this dumb slut really think she had a choice?" Yujin scoffs, having taken your place straddling Youngeun's blindfolded face. "Open that worthless cock-pocket and thank Daddy properly."

Youngeun immediately complies, lips parting wide in a tremulous moan as Yujin's soaked strap-on smears through the mess of drool and seed still coating her cheeks.

"Th-Thank you, Daddy..." she answers obediently. "Thank you for...for ruining my asshole too..."

"That's a good girl," giving her hip a squeeze as you start to bear down. "Maybe once this tight little fuckhole is properly loosened up, we'll let you be Daddy's personal anal cumdump."

Hissing in thrill, you shove your cock forward and breach Youngeun's rubbery rear passage. Her stomach sinks in off the bed as she shrieks, her slender figure squirming violently from the sheer girth violating her most intimate tightest hole.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! IT HURTS!!! DADDY IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!"

But you show no mercy, just holding her hips and steadily impaling her helpless tiny asshole inch by agonizing inch. Her tight anal walls cling to your invading cock, but you simply spit on her clenching rear entrance to ease the way.

You huff through clenched teeth, "This tight little fuckpipe is going to get ruined whether you like it or not— Oh fuck!"

By the time your pelvis is finally flush against her trembling cheeks, Youngeun is a sobbing, drooling mess once more. Yujin takes the opportunity to slap the girl's face again with a resounding crack.

"You hear that, cunt?" She smudges her strap-on through Youngeun's fresh tears. "Daddy's going to make sure this ass is every bit as gaped and sloppy as your worthless pussy! Now thank him properly!"

"TH-THANK YOU DADDY!!!" Youngeun cries, her whole body quaking. "THANK YOU FOR… FOR WRECKING MY SLUTTY LITTLE ASSHOLE— OUGHHH!”

With Youngeun's asshole is now thoroughly getting ruined and stretched, Yujin decides to take things to the next depraved level.

"Please hold this dumb slut up for me, daddy," she says sweetly, already positioning herself beneath Youngeun's limp form. "I want to make sure every last one of her greedy fuckholes is properly stuffed.”

You obey without stopping, gripping Youngeun's waists to lift her upper body off the bed. The helpless woman moans and twitches feebly as you manhandle her broken frame, your thick cock still impaling her bowel to the hilt.

Yujin wastes no time in guiding the bulbous head of her massive strap-on to Youngeun's gaping, sloppy pussy and she buries the unyielding fake cock inside her housemate’s empty cunt alongside your violent cock.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Youngeun screeches, her entire body going stiff yet quaking from the overwhelming fullness.

Her wormy insides are molded horrendously around the dual intrusions plundering her most intimate canals. Yujin doesn't give her a chance to adjust, immediately setting a speed that has both thick shafts sloshing.

"Take it, you greedy fucktoy! This is what you wanted, right?!" She is gripping Youngeun's thighs hard enough to leave bruises. "Get that worthless pussy wrecked– Oh fuck! Just like your sloppy asshole"

You match your girlfriend's ruthless rhythm, hammering ahead to mercilessly spear and stab the poor girl between you. Youngeun's eyes roll back sightlessly, her jaw going slack as a torrent of drool cascades down her chin and onto Yujin’s shoulder.

Youngeun’s entire senses has been reduced to the overwhelming sensations of being double-penetrated and defiled with no mercy, her beaten holes pulsing wildly, her whole body shuddering through a seemingly endless chain of crashing orgasms.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she babbles without control, limbs jerking and flopping with no coordination. "DADDY!!! UNNIE!!! CUMMING!!! ALWAYS CUMMING!!!"

By the time Yujin and you finally reach your own peaks, flooding her grippy clenching asshole with thick ropes of cum, Youngeun is nothing but a drooling, sweating wreck. She slumps atop Yujin, twitching and whimpering incoherently as her broken mind slips away.

You and Yujin spend the next few hours utterly lost in the sadistic pleasure of using Youngeun's obedient broken form however you please. She remains blindfolded and bound, her thrashed holes and feelings overwhelmed as you take turns violating her in every depraved way imaginable.

By the time you're finally sated, leaving Youngeun an unconscious cum-drenched mess on the ruined wet sheets, Yujin is already plotting how to best capitalize on your new personal cocksleeve.

The next day, she uploads the full, uncut footage of Youngeun's brutal deflowering and mind-shattering gangbang to your joint OnlyFans page. Within 24 hours, the video is your most viewed release yet, the comments section flooded with a mix of shock, revulsion, and insatiable hunger for more.

– Who the fuck is this girl??? Holy shit she's absolutely ruined!

– I need to know her name! I'd pay anything to wreck a slut like that myself.

– Please tell me you two sick fucks are going to keep using this cumdump as a regular guest???

– Who is this girl?? Need to know for research purposes!

– Can't wait to see her face next time. That ass and pussy are already so pretty.

Of course, the viewers have no idea that the blindfolded, covered-face woman has been thoroughly and irrevocably broken, her entire identity and sense of self now centered around being your personal, eager-to-please slut princess.

You smirk as you read through the flood of thirsty comments, already envisioning the wealth of depraved scenarios to put your new live-in cumdump through. After all, Yujin did promise the subscribers there would be plenty more "special guest" appearances from your fuckdoll.

#kpop smut #male reader #kpop gg #kpop girls #non con smut #kpop fanfic #girl group smut #kep1er smut #choi yujin smut #dub con #commissioned work #youngeun smut

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konigsblog · 3 months

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König gives off Pussy by Rammstein vibes way too much

oh, you're so right... :( i'm not sure what the actual meaning is for 'pussy' by rammstein, but the general vibe i get from it is that size doesn't matter, let him have you now! and, i think könig would be ready to take you anywhere and everywhere...

cw: dub-con, coercion, virginity loss. 🪦🕊️

könig x shy!virgin!reader who's too afraid to take him considering his huge, thick size? :(

perhaps, you're too worked up. the thought of having something so large and girthy inside of your dripping, inexperienced cunt has your shuddering, and the stretch too... or maybe, it's because you're a virgin, and you're poor boyfriend can't handle waiting any longer without the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around his shaft – i mean, it's cruel!! – he'll desperately try to ease your worries while guiding your hand up and down his shaft, forcing you to grip it tightly while he tries to take your cotton panties off through coercion.

he's a panting, heaving mess, absolutely desperate for the tight sensation of your cunt fitting tightly around his big cock. just the sight of it has you on edge, while he's rubbing the tip between your folds, waiting for an answer while he gazes down at you, his eyebrows furrowed together, stroking himself rapidly and biting his bottom lip.

you finally nod after feeling slightly pressured, biting your knuckle while he begins to sink deeper inside, telling you that size doesn't matter, he'll fit himself deep inside your swollen pussy – force every inch inside if he has to. one slightly rough hand grips your hair tightly, forcing you to look up and into his eyes, chanting german curse words while he grunts and pants heavily, his slicken dick twitching inside your heat.

“it’s alright, my little mouse. i'll be delicate with my little virgin, just let me take control, mein herz...”

#orla speaks #konig x y/n #konig x you #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #konig smut #konig call of duty #konig #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #tw dubious consent #tw: dubcon #tw dubcon #dub con

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gummysharksafterdark · 1 month

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Obsessed with the idea of a boy just being so irresistibly pretty it awakens something feral in every man that sees him. They HAVE to claim him, fill his womb with their seed, even if it’s the last time they’ll ever see him

#tw noncon #ftm nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft #ftm ns/fw #ftm sub #mlm ns/fw #ns/fw blog #breeding k1nk #ftm breeding #cnc k!nk #rough cnc #dub con #something something the story of Ganymede and Zeus??

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charliemwrites · 2 months

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Government Asset Soap! This is half of the last part (the smut got too long and I wanted to post this dammit).

So consider this part 4.5? idk it's late.

Usual CW for this series with dubcon, mean Soap, post-trauma coping.

It’s probably a fire hazard, the candles. They’re sprinkled across your little cabin like fireflies, feeble but steady heartbeats of a home you’re failing to build. Too many of them, likely. Two, sometimes three, per room. Tiny tealights, smokeless soy, scented pine. It would be easier, safer, to just turn on the lamps you foolishly invested in.

You can’t bear anything brighter than golden halogen anymore, though. The glare drags you back to a tiny cell bisected by cruel metal, holding back an even crueler fate. No, you’d much rather wade through pools of shadow and firelight, fire code be damned.

It’s a small cabin, but you’ve already cluttered it up with furniture and rugs, a theme for each room. Yellow and blue for the kitchen. Purple and cream for the den. Green and brown for your bedroom. Nooks to hide in, spaces to squeeze into, big shapes to huddle behind. You’ll never be caught out in a cold, barren room ever again.

Your days are long regardless of the time of year. Get groceries in town every day, making a point to be friendly and seen so that someone might notice if you suddenly stop coming. Clean incessantly, so many surfaces to dust. Pick hobbies like daisies. Knitting and crocheting, different paint styles, felting. You’re contemplating carpentry, would like to build shelves for all the books stacked up in the den. Keep a dream journal by your bed that you neglect for weeks at a time.

You draw out the nights until you can count the hours until dawn on one hand. Stay up baking, making homemade ink, learning new ways to style your hair, anything, anything, anything—

It’s not the sleeping – or at least that’s not the worst of it. It’s the waking.

Laswell suggested a cat.

You told her to stop suggesting pussy to unstable people.

But it’s still not a bad idea. Another living thing to keep you accountable; the plants are pretty and time-consuming, but not good company.

You talk yourself out of it every time, knowing the worst-case scenario. It’s not catastrophizing if it actually happens, and you can feel an invisible time weighing on your shoulders like another gravity. Tick, tick, tick. Heavier, heavier, heavier. It’s hard to breathe beneath the wait.

The military doesn’t do apologies. It does platitudes at best. Well wishes and good intentions are painted in brushstrokes of blood. Victory flags are planted on bodies, living or otherwise. Laswell apologized. She swore that if there had been another way – any other way…

She didn’t promise to leave you alone. Didn’t assure you that you’d never see her or her goons again.

If you thought it would do any good, you’d tip one of the candles over and set it all aflame. Rebirth through fire. But you never did figure yourself for a phoenix. And besides, a phoenix is still itself, even when the ash falls away.

So, you spool out your time like picking at tapestry threads, one thin string at time.

Tonight, it’s bread. Cinnamon chocolate babka, to be specific. You were craving something sweet. Are debating the merits of some sort of cream cheese icing while you shower off the long, ever-busy day.

Have decided on an optimistic why not as you slip out to begin your overly complicated self-care routine. Moisturizers, hair oils, lotion. An unexpected benefit of overloading yourself, you suppose. Even when you first got out of the military, you didn’t take such good care of yourself. You have a jogging route now. You’re handling your trauma every possible way except therapy. (And sleeping.) Better than nothing, you figure.

The candles have gone out in your bedroom. You click your tongue in annoyance, trying to remember where you left the matches this time. Bedside table?

You pad across the soft carpet, using the edge of the bed as a guide in the pitch black. The only other problem with candles is that their humble light doesn’t reach very far. But you know this house and keep the floors tidy enough that you’re confident you won’t trip.

Make it to the nightstand without incident and pat around. Knock the side of your hand into the little carton and only just catch it before it hits the deck. Let out a little huff and start to fumble it open.

“Nice catch, bonnie.”

You gasp, but your voice doesn’t get any farther than the back of your tongue. The box slips from your numb fingers, matchsticks scattering across the floor. He tsks.

“Shame that. We’ll get ‘em later.”

You can’t move. Can barely breathe. You’re just frozen, heart thundering with a sudden storm of fear and confusion. Hands still aloft in front of you, spine rigid, knees locked.

You feel more than hear movement behind you, and then the warmth of his body seeping into your naked skin. Not quite touching. Not yet.

“Missed you, little bird,” he rasps in your ear.

You always thought that in a moment like this you would scream. Kick and elbow and fight, damn your certain loss. But when it comes down to it, survival drowns out all those stupid, haughty ideas about pride and dignity. So you don’t curse and shout like you always fancied you would.

You whisper, “Soap.”

He hums but it sounds like a growl in your panicked state. “Missed me too, aye? You’re already naked fer me.”

His hands are searing when they settle on your waist like they belong there. He pulls you back against him; in the dark he’s bigger, broader than you remember. At least, you think, he’s fully clothed for now.

“What are you… how are you here?” you ask.

He barks a laugh, mean and rough. “Was only a matter of time after that shite they pulled.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and see it recreated in the phosphenes behind your lids.

Soap buried balls deep inside of you, murmuring a constant stream of filth as he got harder and harder inside you. Filling you up as you twitched around him, oversensitive and teary, afraid of what would come next.

Then the lights flashed, flicked red. An alarm sounded, Laswell’s voice ordering Soap away from you. But he just snarled and hunched over you, hips snapping to bury himself right back inside while you cried out.

The locked door swung in, armed guards swarming in. Yanked Soap off you while you scrambled to cover yourself. Someone grabbing your arm none too gently to pull you from the room. Soap wild-eyed and snarling like something possessed, until he was overtaken by struggling guards and you were trembling naked in that damned hallway.

“Was mad at you, at first, cannae lie,” he says, almost conversational. Your eyes snap open, though you know it’ll do you no good. “But I’ve had time to think on it. Wasnae yer fault, was it? Saw them drag you out.”

An awful relief floods you. Fuck dignity, fuck honesty. This is Soap right behind you, completely unrestrained and unsupervised.

“Yeah,” you answer, voice small. “I didn’t know they would do that. What… um. What happened to you?”

He presses his face into your damp hair, pressing closer, snaking his arms to squeeze you against him.

“Sent me off on some shite mission,” he explains, “probably hoped I’d die out there. You smell so good, lass.”

You shiver as his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. Hot, humid.

“And… and then what?” you insist, trying to stall.

You’re not sure what you’re stalling for. There will be no miraculous saves here – not that you really got any last time. It’s not like there’s any real plan to be made here, either. None that you’d be confident enough to risk his wrath on.

“Disappeared. Took care of business. Came to get my pretty little bird.”

A rough hand trails over the curve of your hip, brush the neat curls of your mound. You suck in a breath, hands twitching with the urge to stop him but not sure of putting up resistance when you’re still unsure of his mental state.

“And what about you, hm?” he rumbles. “Been a good girl while I’ve been away?”

His fingers dart down towards your entrance, not nearly prepared for anything. Least of all his thick digits.

“Y-yes!” you yelp, grabbing at his wrist. Relief makes you dizzy when you manage to stop him. “I-I’ve been good. Which means I’m not… I can’t just take you. I need… I need prep.”

He huffs, nips at the tender spot beneath your ear. The thrill that shoots through your stomach is terrifying.

“That’s what these are for, bonnie.”

And to your horror, he starts to push past your resistance like your staying hands aren’t there at all.

“John!”

He freezes. You shudder air into your burning lungs, feeling dizzy on panic.

You can get through this without pain, just think.

“I haven’t even got to see you,” you stutter, voice shaky. Can’t quite inject the disappointment you’re trying for, but hopefully it’ll work. “And I bet you’re all dirty from travel.”

He grumbles. “So what?”

You scramble to think of a satisfactory response. “S-so let’s get reacquainted in the shower, yeah? That way I can see your handsome face, at least.”

He chuckles, grazes his teeth “playfully” across your cheek. “Bossy thing.”

“You like it.”

And to your shock, he agrees with an amused huff. Hauls you up in his arms and walks you back to the still muggy bathroom. You’re set on your feet and spun around, chin jerked up to receive a savage kiss. All tongue and teeth, no finesse. He’s just licking into your mouth, hungry and animalistic, spit dribbling down your chin.

When he finally pulls away, you blink spots from your vision. Finally focus on his smug features and make a soft, horrified noise when you register the splatter of crimson across them.

“Och, that? My little bird had watchers.”

Of course you did. The horror ebbs a bit. Resentment has made you indiscriminately bitter.

“Oh,” you say, “th-thank you. Definitely glad we’re showering first, then.”

“Squeamish?”

You’d like to know when the world turned upside down and John fucking “Soap” MacTavish began teasing you about the blood on his face.

“A bit,” you admit.

“Poor dear,” he coos. “Hard to believe we were made for each other sometimes, aye? Complementary, we are.”

Is that what he thinks? Christ.

You turn to start the shower again, spine prickling with the weight of his eyes on your back. The water rushes down and then he’s crowding you against the cold wall beneath the (thankfully) warm spray.

“Y-you’re still dressed!” you protest between sharp nips to your collarbone.

“Fix it, then,” he snarls.

You claw his shirt up his back, get momentarily distracted by the impressive display of muscle hidden beneath. Draw your palms over his chest and feel him shudder.

“Fuckin’ heavenly, love,” he purrs. “Missed this.”

A vague memory comes back to you, him gripping you close because he felt you naked against him for the first time. Him admitting he hasn’t had affectionate touch in a while.

This… this you could work with.

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #dark fic #asset soap #asset john soap mactavish #dub con #non con #rape

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