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yourlocalstranger123 · 10 months

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@junejunejun

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I totally understand your pain. Your fav character not having enough fics of them in this app? Absolute pain. Also! Spoiler alert❗️ there's gonna be 2 readers together 😘🥰 (totally not because idk which 2 gender of readers u wanted)

This is kinda sh- bad.

Note: I do not proof read so if I miss-spell something or like instead of saying her/he or she/him and saying "you" Please do correct me.

Male reader is either taller or stronger than itto. Just wanted to point out

DNI MINORS. Of course, if u are one and still read it; I won't stop you, but you can't blame me. <3 Also, I still don't completely understand how to lock a fic thing. Idk anymore

Warning:! 3rd person point of view? NSFW, Slight blood mention, praise k!nk, threesome, Slight rivalry between readers, only 2 genders (f!) And (m!) So no trans reader, Itto is AMAB and I think that's all? Tell me if I missed some.

Itto— orange

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Itto was doing a Beetle battles again. Totally not dying inside from being defeated 8 times in a row. He finally was finished as he wobbly tried to find you. Sniffling at his loss slightly, but still, his mood was happy! Like, how can't he not be happy with you? He still tries to find you until he finds a bottle filled with bright and hot pink color liquid.

He wasn't gonna drink it at first, but he was unconsciously coming closer (perhaps because of the aroma in the atmosphere). Without knowing until he gulped the whole bottle down, he panicked since he didn't know why he did that. He quickly ran to your guys house, finding you both there as his hair was a mess. he quickly rested his head on {F! Name} lap/thighs. (Don't worry, the certain merchant that selled that was me teehe. It's all free.)

(Guys can have very....nice thighs, you know. Either buff, slim, thick, and girls thighs, or any. Because I'm going to suffocate myself with it either way— I mean.....nvm-...im just saying y'know.)

[Also, the lap/thighs is {F! Name}]

He shuddered when he felt a more, muscular and bigger hands onto his neck that was playing with his hair. It was {M! Name}

"What's wrong itto?" {M! Name} asked. {F! Name} was also worried. Rubbing his horns softly as he whined. "*hic* Please help me....it huurts..! Pleashe.....?" His words slurring, as his face flushed with red

He's squirmed, whining how it hurts! Please help him? Pretty pleaseee? Drooling as he quickly kissed back when {F! Name} kissed him. Trying to lean more into the kiss, he yelped when {M! Name} walked to the bedroom upstairs, covering his mouth from the embarrassment of making the sound.

But quickly forgets it and tried un-buttoning {M! Name} shirt but pouting when he struggled, so he simply ripped it apart, which made {F! Name} slightly chuckling and made {M! Name} raise his eyebrow at him.

"Oh my, how impatient of our Itto to just do this!" {F! Name} laughed as she said that. {M! Name} sighed but smirked slightly when he saw Itto voice muffling against his neck, sucking it and leaving marks. {M! Name} groaned when he felt Itto biting him, licking off the small drops of blood.

Both of you guys eyes widen as you see Itto's teeth....did it become more sharper and bigger than before? It doesn't matter because Itto is both of you guys darling precious Oni! You guys slightly blushed as many lewd thoughts comes out as you see Itto laid out onto the bed, looking do majestic!>>>

Itto's pants were getting tight, trying to quickly tug it off. Panting as he tried grabbing you both with his hands but instead just making a grabbing action in the air. Whining as {M! Name} Chuckled. Itto drooled as he saw {F! Name} fingering herself for prep after you both finished taking your clothes off. {F! Name} pulled of Itto's pants and was about to put Itto's cock into her dripping pussy but {M! Name} slightly moved her over and kept Itto for himself.

Seeing his smirk of winning, {F! Name} scoffed. But soon went to Itto's side, letting him gently grabbing her chest and letting him suck on it. Drool dripping from his chin as he muffled his moaning by sucking on it. Slightly shuddering and tears forming when {M! Name} started to finger him, laughing when three fingers fit in so easily.

"Oh? Already playing with yourself while we weren't here?" {M! Name} teased. Biting and sucking Itto's chest as he continued scissoring Itto's hole. Itto's face flushed, hugging {F! Name} waist. Hiding his face into her chest. "Awww, is my Itto upset from {M! Name} teasing?"

{F! Name} said. Itto slightly nodded, bucking his hips into {M! Name} fingers. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue out. He whined when you didn't understand his desires.

"Please let me taste you, pleaseeee?"

Itto begs, squeezing her thighs as he pouts and uses those doggy eyes of his. Sighing, but smiling at {M! Name}. As he rolled his eyes at her, she lifted her hips up and lines it up to Itto's mouth. As Itto desperately eating her out, {M! Name} finally entered him. Groaning by the warmth and tightness around him as Itto whined. Grinding against him, Itto eyes rolled back as it teased his prostate.

"What a good boy, staying still and listening to us. Good boys definitely need a reward, don't they?" {F! Name} smiled, seeing Itto's cock twitch at her words. Stroking Itto's hair as he licked off the juices from her pussy. Not wanting to waste any,,

The room filled with slurping of itto's mouth on {F! Name} boobs and the creaks of the bed. Making {M! Name} smiled at the destroyed state of Itto, pressing onto the bulge, which made Itto squirmed. A blue oni covering his mouth, panting as he desperately humped his palm as he leaned onto the door. Listening to the lewd sounds.

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janksfatass · 1 year

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Strange Tides

Smut 18+

Summary: Reader finds herself on a pirate ship that belongs to a surprisingly seductive man.

Word count: 2300

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: brief mention of almost SA, penetrative s3x, oral!f rec, dacryphilia, choking with a belt, bdsm-ish, blood k!nk

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You wake to the sound of footsteps above you. You slowly open your eyes and scrunch your nose at the damp musky scent invading your nostrils. You look around at your surroundings. An array of embellished chests, artillery, and crates line each wooden wall.

Where the fuck am I?

Your right ankle is chained to a post 5 feet from the cot you lay on.

You begin to panic, trying to figure out a way to free yourself when you hear the door at the top of the steps creak open. Next, a pair of boots begin clambering down them. A handsome, albeit disheveled, man appears before you. He doesn’t seem to be much older than you, with a tray of food and a mug in hand.

“Good morning darling! How did we sleep last night aboard the Circe?”

“The what? Who the fuck are you? Where am I?”

“Oh, I see you’re feisty when you wake up. Well my love, I am Captain Jake Kiszka. And you are on my ship, the Circe. S’your lucky day if you ask me.”

You scoff at him acting like you’re sitting in a castle on a hill somewhere. “Lucky? I’m chained to a post on a musty old pirate ship!”

“Oh angel, you wound me. I take pride in my women and that includes my ship. I say you’re lucky because if not for me, you’d probably be swimming with the fishes about now.”

What?

You try to wrack your brain to figure out what on Earth he’s talking about, and then it hits you. The last thing you remember was being at a crowded tavern.

“What happened last night?”

“Me and my men were at the Black Cauldron and saw you trying to fight off an ugly brute that was attempting to drag you into an alleyway. So we took it upon ourselves to beat him to a bloody pulp and took you with us.”

“Why am I chained up?”

“Well, you were a bit tiddly and tried to fight us off as well. I thought it best to keep you restrained until you settled down some.”

He sets the tray and the mug down in front of you. “Try to eat some, love. You’ll need your energy.” He shoots you a wink and heads back up to the deck.

“Aren’t you going to unchain me?”

He stops about halfway up and leans his head down, “I’m a busy man. I’ve some things to take care of right now but I’ll be back later. Don’t go anywhere.” He laughs and you hear the door shut behind him.

Over the next few hours you pick at your food but finish your drink. Thoughts of the Captain flood your mind. He was devastatingly handsome. Long brown tousled tresses, mustache and goatee adorning his face. And he has a beautiful pearly white smile you don’t think you’ve ever seen on a pirate before. You try to shake the image of him from your head, thinking back to what he said about the guy at the tavern and a shiver jolts down your spine. Maybe this was better than the alternative. In a way, he saved your life. You decide to try to nap since you’ve nothing better to do while waiting on Captain Jake to free you from your confines. You lay down and doze off almost immediately.

“Such a dirty girl. Look at the mess you made in these little panties. Is that all for me?”

He slides your underwear down your legs and you step out of them as he pulls them up to his face.

“Jake…” you sigh out, desperate for his touch.

“Fucking delectable. Now open up for daddy. Be a good girl.”

You open your mouth and he shoves your panties inside.

“We don’t need the crew hearing all the sweet little noises I’m about to pull out of you.”

Your arms are chained up above your head, your heart beating a mile a minute.

He unsheathes the sword at his hip and brings it to your jawline.

You blink quickly, unsure of what he plans to do next.

“What’s a matter poppet? Cat got your tongue?”

A sly smirk spreads on his face then…

You urgently sit up, drenched in sweat and a familiar heat throbbing between your legs.

“Good dreams I’m assuming?”

You jump and see none other than the Captain leaned up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

“Fuck! You scared the life out of me!”

“I don’t think that’s fear that you’re feeling, darling. Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

You feel the crimson wash over your face and bite down hard on your lower lip. He walks over to you and kneels down beside the cot, motioning for you to put your foot on his knee. You lift it up but not without noticing him shift his eyes underneath your nightgown.

“Well? Are you going to let me go or just stare at me like I’m some piece of meat.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his eyes meet yours and the formerly honey brown orbs have shifted into obsidian. He pulls the key from his pocket and unlocks your ankle. In a split second he scoops you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and heads across the room to the chains from your dream that were dangling from the ceiling.

“On second thought, I quite like the idea of seeing you like a piece of meat. You’re going to learn and learn quickly to respect your Captain.”

He secures your arms above your head and you drop your legs from his waist.

“What the fuck?! Let me GO!!!”

“I can read you like a book, baby. You can drop the act. I could see how wet you were for me. What were you dreaming about? My head between those delicious thighs? My cock inside you hitting spots you didn’t know existed? You like it rough, don’t you?” He smirks.

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, I plan on it.”

He slides his hand up under your gown and into your panties. “Filthy girl. You’re soaked. Nothing but a whore for me.”

You stay silent with baited breath, waiting to see what he does next.

“If you truly want me to stop, just say the word and I will. Do you understand me?”

You nod.

He steps closer to you and leans into your ear, “I said, do you understand me?”

“Yes! Yes I understand!” You pant heavily, your body craving his touch.

“Good.”

Jake licks along your jawline, then kisses down your neck and chest, biting and sucking. Marking his path. He tugs harshly at your nightgown.

“This is going to have to go. I need to see those gorgeous tits.”

Just like in your dream, he unsheathes his sword but instead of bringing it to your jawline, he makes a cut in the center of your neckline then roughly rips the fabric the rest of the way off you. Your chest now completely bare to him as he eyes your figure. His eyes blown completely with lust, he runs his tongue along his lower lip. His chest heaving in and out.

He almost frightens you in a way. Looking like a starved feral animal that finally captured its prey.

Jake loops his thumbs into your panties and yanks them off of you, tossing them to the side. Your arousal beginning to drip down your thighs.

He steps back and brings the tip of his sword to your left nipple, gently tracing around it before doing the same to the other. He trails it down your stomach and around your navel slowly and deliberately. He skips your mound and continues his path down your thigh. You jerk slightly from the feeling, causing the blade to slice your inner thigh. You hiss as blood begins to trickle down.

“You’ve got to be still darling. I don’t want to mark up this beautiful body too much.”

He drops to his knees in front of you and cradles your thigh in his hands. Using his thumb to pull the skin taut. He then licks over the wound, sucking gently, lapping up both your blood and the wetness that coated your skin. He traces his tongue upwards to your slit and spreads your lips apart with his fingers. You suck in a deep breath as swipes his warm tongue from your entrance to your clit and starts making little circles around it. Your breathing picks up and you can feel his lips curl into a smile before he wraps them around your bud, sucking it harshly into his mouth. Your knees buckle and suddenly you’re very thankful for the chains holding you up. He slides one finger inside of you, pumping it in and out at a steady pace. A moment later he adds a second, continuing the motions. When he adds a third, a loud passionate moan escapes your lips at the delicious stretch. He curls his fingers upward quickly while continuing the assault on your clit. Licking and sucking and flicking, you feel the warmth starting to envelop your body.

“Fuck! Jake! I’m going to cum!”

He delivers a harsh slap to your ass. “Who am I?”

“Fuck! Captain! Please please please let me cum!” You wail out.

He places his mouth back on you, still pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that perfect spot inside you.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” Your vision blurs as you cum on his face. He doesn’t slow his movements.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet. Give me another, Angel.”

You’re panting heavily. “I can’t, I can’t I ca-…”

He sucks your clit harder into his mouth and your hips buck against his face. He places your legs over his shoulders to try to keep you still and you squeeze his head with your thighs and scream as you’re quickly thrown into your second orgasm.

Finally, he starts licking over you slowly, babying your clit with kisses then moving up your stomach and chest until he reaches your lips. He parts them with his tongue and you graciously let him in, the taste of yourself invading your mouth. Salty and sweet. He reaches down to undo his belt and slips it from the loops. He wraps it around your neck. Then quickly sheds the rest of his clothing. When he pulls down his pants, your jaw drops at his cock slapping up against his stomach. It was much larger than you were expecting, considering his small stature.

He laughs at your reaction. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll make it fit.”

He hikes one of your legs around him and slides his cock through your folds, grazing your sensitive clit with each thrust.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Captain.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes all the way inside you, bottoming out against your cervix.

“Fucking hell, so fucking tight. This pussy is mine. YOU are MINE!” He growls and starts pummeling into you. You’ve never been stretched this much before. It feels unnatural but also phenomenal to be this full. He pulls on the belt, tightening it around your throat and he roughly grabs one of your tits, squeezing it hard as he thrusts in and out of you. The head of his cock hitting your g spot each time.

“Cum for me again, darling. I can feel it. Let me have it. Give it to me. Please fucking give it to me.”

Your eyes roll back in your head and you scream out as you feel a gush of liquid come out of you, soaking his stomach and cock before splashing onto the floor beneath you.

“Fuck, I’m so close.”

Tears begin streaming down your face as Jake continues his brutal pace. He licks the salty streams from your cheeks then lets go of the belt and pulls your other leg around him and firmly grips your hips. He leans in to kiss you feverishly and hips begin to stutter. He drives himself even deeper than you thought possible. His cock pulsates against your cervix as he floods you with his release.

He stays inside you for a moment as he pulls away from the kiss to look into your eyes. You’re breathing heavily, coming down from what very well may have been the best sex of your life. No, it definitely was the best.

He drops your legs and unlocks the clasp around your wrists.

“I’ll be right back. I have some fresh clothes for you in my cabin.”

A few moments later he returns with clothes in hand and a wet rag. He places a white blouse and black skirt on the cot and hands you the rag. You clean yourself up and get dressed.

“So what are your plans for me? Am I just supposed to make myself at home and prepare for a life on the sea?” You ask him as you pull up your skirt.

“That’s entirely up to you, darling. I’d love nothing more than to have you as my co captain but if you’d like us to drop you off some place, we can do that as well. You think on it and let me know what you want to do.”

“Well I’m certainly not going to stay if I have to sleep in these filthy quarters.”

“Follow me. Let me show you where you’d be staying.”

He takes your hand and leads you up the steps. Once you reach the deck, a roar of whistles and cheering assaults your eardrums.

“Settle down gentlemen!” Jake shouts boisterously to the crewmen. “Ignore them. Animals, the lot of them.”

He opens the door to his cabin and inside is a large bed with dressers on either side and a vanity in the corner with a mirror attached to it.

“Not too shabby. I could maybe get used to this.” You say as you look around.

He grins from ear to ear and pulls you close to him.

“I thought you might say that.”

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka imagine

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bloodandgoreaddict · 2 months

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People love talking about cannibalism as a metaphor for love and don't get me wrong I like that too but what If the cannibalism wasn't metaphorical? Instead of cannibalism symbolizing themes of devotion ,closeness and yearning , but what gets me going is greed thinking about someone so hellbent on drinking blood and eating flesh until it drives them mad ,thinking about watching their morality slowly decline as they start out thinking it's a horrible crime against humanity to them thinking they'll starve without it

#cannibalistic #cannibalposting #hemophilia #tw blood #blood drinking #bl00d k!nk #g0r3c0r3 #girl dinner #i love cannibals #cannibalism as a metaphor for love

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bloodredfantasy · 2 months

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if I can't have chocolate, I want blood

#blood k!nk #blood drinking #canniblogging

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dietmountaindewbae · 1 year

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vi. stitches

alex turner x reader

word count: 4186

summary: Alex (humbug) gets in a fight, he pays you a visit seeking your help.

warnings: blood, pain k!nk, bdsm.

song recommendation: stitches by orgy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆

New York Fashion Week was coming up soon, you couldn't sleep well for the past few days you were working non-stop on the designs that you'd been perfecting since your year in college began, you were scared that they would be a total disaster but your teacher the one that convinced you to help her design the dresses promised you that you wouldn't disappoint her ever, she had noticed your desire for revolution in the industry of fashion, edgy and kinky, but yet an innocent exterior, the best designer pushed the boundaries of what's acceptable and they take risky chances she had told you, a leap of fate.

The night was calm, only a record of Cocteau Twins played on your computer, you were almost falling asleep in your sketches until two hard and loud knocks in your window woke you up, you jumped like a scared cat, and you glanced at your window.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" You whisper-shouted.

"Uhm... surprising you?" He slurred, "Now, can you open the window please?" You noticed his black eye and bloody nose, and with no doubt, you opened the small window in your room and let him in, he fell on the small couch you had in your room.

"What the fuck happened to you?" There was blood coming out of the cracks of his forehead, "Alex, tell me who did this to you?" You quickly grabbed the first aid kit from your bathroom and rushed over to your room, beginning to clean his wombs.

"Some junkie" He groaned when you pressed down in the wound, "Fuckin' hell be more careful!"

"Well I'm not a fucking doctor, aren't I?!" You spat back, "Now be quiet before my neighbor hears us" You cleaned out the blood from his nose and threw away the tissue, at least he didn't break it this time but if he kept being such a dickhead with you, the odds of getting it were high.

"Is not like we're shagging or anything" God, how drunk was he? you could smell all the whiskey he had, he was utterly shitfaced, you raised his chin to check what other places he had more bruises, his nose was bleeding too, and he had a bruise on the right side of his face just below his jaw, you put your knee in between his legs you could reach deeper into his nose trail, he pulled you closer to him grabbing your hips, you exhaled loudly, "I can't believe you still wear your cross necklace after all of the things you and I did, remember?" He let out a deep chuckle, you were done with his attitude, and you grabbed him by the neck so he could look at you, "Still have trouble sleeping, love?" He said, choking up.

"Listen, if you keep this shit going I swear that I'm going to fuck you up, and even worse than that junkie, so either you shut the fuck up or I'll quick you out"

"Make me" He answered back with a cocky grin, you furred your eyebrows, this time you were done.

"That's it-" He pulled you in to sit on his lap and began to apologize over and over again.

"I'm sorry, alright? I'll stop" He said with honesty, "I don't know what's wrong with me, I know I'm not like this"

"You gotta stop drinking Alex, I'm serious" You understood why he was mad, almost half a year ago his heart got shattered, and since then he lost himself, bottled up his emotins and drank them until the bottle was empty, he kept this attitude for a long time, he began to change a lot and in the way, he stumbled across you, you knew he wanted to change and that's what you helped him to do, he let his hair grow out from that coconut hair cut you called, and let it grow out a bit more, he began to dress in leather jackets, and black boots, and a bit less tight jeans, he looked incredible, but he didn't feel that way, he had a fall out after you, even though he broke things off, he still wanted to get involved with you, and you tried to stay calm and take care of him no matter what he did, but he kept drinking and dissapering for days, you knew it wasn't like him, and it wasn't your intention to break his heart after he tried to come back with you weeks after the break up, but you didn't want to be with him, not until he got better, but you kept helping him whenever he came back to you when he was drunk, you couldn't deny him ever, and truth was he helped you out in so many ways, but in the times he wasn't there you had time to think, this relationship that you had with Alex wasn't going to end up well, or not until you knew what he wanted, it was you or the booze.

He was like a dog, that scratched your door whenever he was lost, "It's not that easy to do when the only thing that makes me feel good is whiskey"

"Did I ever make you feel good Al?" You questioned.

"What do you mean?" He said, "Of course you did, but you rejected me"

"Because you couldn't stop drinking, and you were gone for days, do you know how it feels to not be able to sleep because you weren't there? I didn't want to repeat that"

"I'm sorry" He repeated.

"I know you're fucking sorry, you said sorry so many times, but you never do anything about it" You felt your eyes begin to water, but you tried to stop them from crying, he grabbed your hands and hold on to them.

"I felt so scared to lose you, I didn't know what else to do" He confessed, "And I tried to find a way to fix things, I didn't want to keep hurting you because I loved you and I still do... I'm so lost without you" He was disorientated, so he fell on that bar stool again, trying to figure out why he always had to fuck everything up, he didn't do it, it was the effect of the alcohol that had him like this, he wasn't conscious of what he was doing, and if he was gone he dropped by Matt's he was like his brother, he opened the doors of his house to cuddle him in, but Matt was the reasonable one, he made Alex realize how much did he fucked things up, even if it was rough to him, since that moment Alex tried to get you back, but when you said no, he fell again into that black hole.

"So what's it gonna be then, me or the drinking?" You were giving him another chance, one last ultimatum, and he knew he wouldn't waste it for anything in this world, and this time he was going to do things right, he pulled you by the hair and kissed you needily, he deepened the kiss, he missed terribly the taste of your kisses, the feeling of your soft lips, he felt all of his wounds stitch-up, you wanted more each time he kissed you back, your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears, you got up from the couch and walked back to your bed, he was fast to take off your hoodie and your panties, but what he liked the most is what was under it, he reached for your hands and pinned them together on your back, he momentarily tied them up with his belt, he had something bigger in mind.

"Mind if I use these" He grabbed a piece of long white fabric.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to use it anyway"

"Well, now we're going to use it" He ripped them into three pieces, "I'm gonna make you feel so good," You began to wonder what was going up in that clever mind of his, and the answer was satisfaction.

"What are you up to Turner?" You sat on your legs, already dazed, and soaking for him, he never looked at you with those eyes, penetrating your skull, you could almost imagine all the possibilities.

"You'll just have to wait for me a little longer" He moved your mirror, aiming it at your bed, he walked towards you grabbing your arm, and walking you to the mirror, you wanted to kiss him very badly, but he grabbed your wrists and pulled you against his chest, his hand ran from your collarbone down to your chest, he kneaded them roughly. In contrast, he kissed that spot he knew will send you away, and your legs began to feel weak, at that moment he had a better idea in his head, he pulled up the chair that you were sitting on a few minutes ago putting it in front of the mirror, you sat obediently, he didn't ask but you knew you had to, "Spread your legs" You opened them as far as you could.

He let you free, took out the belt, and replaced it with the white fabric, he began to tease you with the leather of his belt folding it in half, it was cold against your skin, and the next thing you know he hit your inner thigh with it, instead of you complaining you moaned, you followed him with your eyes and he switched to the other side smacking it as hard as the same time, you couldn't handle it any longer, you tried to untie yourself and reach down to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.

"Unsatisfied little girl?" He ran the belt thru your collarbone, "You want more?"

"Yes," You whispered, "I want more, Alex" You knew his games, you knew that calling him Alex when he was like this, he felt he had power over you, and you liked it, you liked feeling the leather against your skin whenever he hit it, his hand reached to your neck, he kissed your lips teasingly.

"I want you to keep looking at the mirror the whole time, alright?" You nodded, "It's a yes or no question, not a nod, I want to hear it"

"Yes, Alex" He smiled and pecked your lips once more, his finger went down to your sensitive area that was throbbing for him to touch, you saw how his fingers went in and out of you first, how his thumb rubbed your clit in circles making your legs shake, moans fell out of your mouth each getting louder, you saw in your eyes how you were pleased and needy for more, each time he went deeper inside you, he went faster and slowed down when he felt you were getting wetter, "You're fucking crazy"

"About you" He went faster, and you saw the veins in his hand that made you go insane, "And you're crazy for me too" He stated, his voice raspy and deep but yet sweet, his fingers reached deeper inside you hitting that spot that made you cry out his name, but when he took them out you complained, you saw his finger covered in your wetness and he tasted them, humming at your taste, he pushed the chair back allowing to get in between your legs, "Babe, this time I want you to look at me for a moment," He said sweetly, he smiled a strand of hair that fell, he rolled it behind your ear, "Remember the letter I gave you?"

"Of course," You smiled at the thought, "I framed it" He glanced at the frame that was right next to a figure of Mother Mary.

"I meant every single word in that letter, My mouth hasn't shut up since you kissed it, the idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain" He determined, "And I will always choose you,"

"I promise to help you when you need it the most, I love you," You said with despair, "I love you so much, the days I wasn't with you I felt how my heart shuttered, but when I'm with you it blooms" He cupped your cheeks kissing you tenderly, and lovingly, it was unlike any kiss you shared, "Promise me these kisses you've given me will be like this every day"

"I promise" You felt relieved, you didn't have to worry about him anymore, he promised to stay with you, it was like you could breathe after a long time of feeling sick, you felt cured, "Now where were we" He smirked, he kissed your inner thigh getting down on his knees and put your legs over his shoulders, you looked in the mirror, saw your nipples hard, and your skin filled with goosebumps, his hair made you feel tickles, you wanted to touch it, pull it and run your fingers across it, but it was almost impossible, he parted his lips and gathered up spit to lather you up, it was hot against you, his tongue went in circles on your clit and he spread his spit to blow some cool air on you, you gasped and arched your back throwing your head back.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me, fucking me so good" Your words were torturing him now, but they turned you on as you looked at yourself in the mirror, hot and tight for him, your eyes were dark, filled with lust and tearing up from the pleasure.

"You love looking at yourself like this, don't you?" You were the one who ended up fucked up, but you were glad you did, you needed it... you needed him, "You get so fucking wet for me, dirty little fuck"

"I want you so hard Alex, fuck me... fuck me everywhere" You cried out, in his mind, a plan was beginning, he took your legs off his shoulders and got you up, your legs around his torso he bend you over on your wooden desk, cheek pressed against the rough area, you heard the zipper of his jeans open but he went to move the mirror, he wanted you to watch everything he did to you.

"I want you to look at me thru that mirror, I want you to see how I fuck you, how you come in my cock, how I moan your name, how you moan mine" Giving you a hard smack in your ass, and grabbing it possessively, he slipped inside you and your eyes rolled back, you gasped each time he pushed himself inside you, felt yourself self spiraling down a hole, he made a mess of yourself you could see it so clearly, and you saw him enjoying every part of your body, his eyes were focused on the mirror and then they looked thru you with a smudge smile that made you feel wanted, his lips were parted making obscene deep noises, he pushed himself deeper your mouth fell wide open, your walls getting tighter, then he pulled you forward, you could see your reflection, his lips attached to your neck as if he was a vampire sucking your blood, you were speechless you wanted to say something but you couldn't he was fucking you so good all you could do was whine, scream and moan.

When he had enough of the table, he dragged you to your window you could see your reflection, your eyes shut Alex making you his, the sound of your skin colliding against his, his fingers traveling down to your heat circling, pressing it down, "Alex, what are you gonna do with does pieces left, huh?" You breathed out.

"First you're gonna cum for me, and then you'll see" He covered your mouth with his hand, and kept going harder surely living your ass red but you liked it, you liked seeing the after results from the hard sex he was giving to you, you had never felt so hot, he made you feel ways no man could ever make you feel, you knew you could die for him, it was so easy to fall into his arms, he comforted you, and he made you feel better than ever, he buried himself inside you reaching and pushing that button that made your legs shake uncontrollably, your covered his dick in your cum, just like he wanted, for a moment you thought you were done, he untied your hands and you fell forward gripping the frame of your window, trying to catch your breath, "I think that's enough for you" He pulled out of you, you sat in your window frame, still trying to compose yourself.

"No...n-no, I can... handle more" He looked at you, he was still fully dressed with his eyebrows frowned.

"Really?" He walked closer to you, and you said yes with no hesitation, "Beg for it" Getting on your knees you cupped his hands and ran them over your body, you took his hand down to your heat, even if it was sensitive you craved for more, you took his pulsing cock inside your mouth, he groaned pulling your hair so you could look at him in the eye, you were begging with them, hopeless but he stands firm trying to not let you get to him but he pushed your head making you gag around him and then let your head free.

Your tongue brushed the tip, and went in slow circles just to build him up, "Pretty please baby?" You asked sweetly, he smiled at you and brought you up kissing you passionately, you felt relieved, he laid you down in bed taking the remaining pieces of fabric and your wrist, he tied it to the corner of your bed and did the same to the other one, lastly, he sat on top of you.

"Be good to me" He said.

"Always" You answered, he covered your eyes the fabric was a bit transparent allowing you to see a bit but not too much, your room was pitch black except for the natural light of the moon that gave you some clarity, you felt his soft hands caressing your bruised warm skin, he quickly took his jeans and boxers in one drag, you heard the sound of the denim hit the floor, you wanted to rip his shirt off but you were helpless, he threw his shirt away you couldn't see it but you felt the need to run your hands over his chest, you could imagine his body a picture that you could easily draw with your eyes closed, he put his hands on either side of your head, you kissed his wrist and smiled, he took you by surprise when he opened your legs as far as you could, he aimed himself at your entrance and thrust his hips forward, he lifted your lower body grabbing your waist roughly and he got on his knees, you felt him deep inside you, writhing his cock as best as you could because he felt so good but you stopped as you had to be patient and keep your promise, even if it was hard to stop yourself but you didn't want him to stop.

He pushed his hips back and slammed his cock inside you, you moaned trying to unleash yourself but it was helpless you felt your skin fill with shivers, trying to concentrate on the pleasure and not the struggle, he sent you flying when he hit that spot once more, you felt how your cum was dripping down to your leg, you felt so sensitive feeling him so deep, stroking your walls it was just a few thrust until he made you cum again, you also felt him close but he changed the position, your legs up together, and he kept fucking you senseless, "You're a dirty cunt, coming all over me cock, I'm gonna cum all over your face" You groaned when he speeded up, going faster each time he pushed his dick inside you, tears rolling down your cheek.

"Please come all over me, I wanna taste you" Even if you were tired you felt it again, forming in the pit of your stomach, but this time every time he thrust you could picture vividly your skin against his it made you feel so turned on you couldn't handle it anymore, Alex was in awe, impressed by how loud were your moans and the praises of his name, that filed his pride he rubbed your clit in circles, and you came in hot on the bed, you cried out and yelled, he slowly pulled out of you and took your blindfold off, "Alex?" He was impressed, with what you did but you didn't know what just happened.

"I love you so fucking much," He said with a chuckle, "Fuck babe" He ran his hands thru his messy hair, "You made a mess"

"I'm sorry I couldn't... I didn't..."

He covered your mouth, and you were drowned in embarrassment, "It's ok... more than ok! That's the hottest thing I've ever seen you do or like the second I don't fucking know, let's make a mess..." He stared at your eyes which were almost as wild as your hair, "Lioness"

"Fuck off"

"Bet you don't want that" He pulled your blindfold down covering your eyes again, he put his leg in between yours, propping his cock inside you, and put your other leg on his shoulder for leverage, pounding his cock inside you, he felt himself closer but he wanted more from you, "I want you to come again, do that for me doll" You were gasping for air, he was being so rough, but you loved it, there were so many emotions that you were feeling, you didn't know if you could handle more, yet you wanted to feel it all at once like a wave.

"Alex, I-I...can't" He licked his thumb and rubbed your clit in hard circles, pressing it down, you grasped the leashes feeling it again, you couldn't compose yourself anymore, he kept pounding your cunt slow but deep, you were fueled with satisfaction, he could see it.

"I know you can do it, relax babe" He slowed down, and his thrusts began to slow down but still reached to press those buttons one last time, you gasped for air, feeling your heart speed up and slow down, you were dizzy the waves of pleasure washed over you, your mind clouded with lust, he quickly pulled out of you, taking your blindfold off now it was your time to help him, you took him in your mouth once more, he grabbed the bed frame while he pushed his hips to fuck your mouth, you gagged and gasped until he came in your mouth, he didn't even have to ask for you to swallow, "Good girl" He untied your wrists, you felt your whole body trembling, and even that didn't stop you from fetching your sketchbook.

"Thought that you were tired, babe" He cupped your cheek and kissed it.

"Fashion never sleeps"

"But you and I do" It's true, but he gave you inspiration for another piece, never the less he grabbed your book and took it away from you, "You have to sleep, darlin'"

You frowned, you knew he was right, "I know but I have this idea on my head I have to draw it, it's gonna be quick, I swear" He handed it over to you, and he laid down your chest and saw you draw the new piece, you had the idea of a skirt and a shirt that had ripped pieces of white fabric, maybe the top could be a long sleeve that reached to the hand, maybe it could go with boots, but you could figure that out later, when you finished you smiled at it, Alex loved to see how you carefully drew every last detail, you were patient and that was what he loved about you the most.

"Brilliant" He took a closer look, he knew how special you were, "Are you sure these are sketches?" You answered with a chuckle, he flipped thru the pages until he ran across a drawing, it was the profile of a man with long hair, he flipped to the next page and saw a full drawing of his face, you had a vivid picture of him, of his defined jaw, and nose, his big brown eyes, his bushy eyebrows, and his thin and broken lips that you yearned to kiss, he didn't have words.

"You like it?" You asked, you didn't like how quiet he was for the first time.

"I fuckin' love it... you made me look good for the first time" You groaned, and rolled your eyes.

"Don't be like that Alex, you always look good"

"Now it's me turn to draw you" He sat like a little boy with a big smile, and he began to draw your eyes.

"Make me look pretty"

"You're not pretty, darlin'" Your eyebrows pushed together, "You're gorgeous"

A/N:

Hope you didn't think I would actually write smut to a Shawn Mendez song, and I also hope that you listen to the song it's very moody. love u <3, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the intensity wasn’t too much for you, anyways let me know if you would like more chapters like this.

#alex turner smut #alexturnesimages #alexturneroneshots #alex turner #arctic monkeys one shots #arctic monkeys #matt helders #humbug #2009 alex #humbug alex

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thesakuragarnet · 20 days

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The Devouring

Summary: After Keigo successfully captures the men who have been hunting them, Touya craves to give in to his draconic instincts.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Two: Cannibalism/V0re

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! If you aren't looking for the kind of content in the tags, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!!!!!!!!!

Content warning: Extreme depravity for this day’s theme of dabihawks week. Reading the tags is a must

Third oneshost for my Flames of Fate DabiHawks Fantasy AU

Word Count: 2,420 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, DabiHawks Week 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, fantasy AU, dragon prince Dabi, Siren Hawks, v0re (soft, hard, and fatal), b3lching/b3lch k!nk, swearing, bl00d and g0re, b3lly k!nk, making out, voyeurism, vomiting mentioned

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Ever since the night Touya and Keigo ran away together, Touya had stopped scratching at his scales. He had stopped ignoring his draconic instincts, giving into them rather than shunning them like he had been conditioned. As months passed, the prince’s dragon blood was apparent; he’d come to learn to love himself…to love the curse that had been placed upon him. Keigo had taught him that. However, now that he was neglecting his humanity, he found himself thinking back to that night. The night their seamless plan had dissolved into disaster when the Beast Hunters kidnapped Keigo. It was the night he’d committed murder for the first time. It was the night he’d watched Keigo rip throats out. It was the night their secrets no longer became secrets. It was the night he’d tasted human flesh for the first time. Originally, when he’d changed back to a human, it felt revolting. The concept of biting a human being in half and swallowing him, even if it was to save Keigo, didn’t sit well; quite literally, Touya had thrown up whatever wasn’t digested when he changed back. Still, lately, he’d found himself romanticizing that night, wondering if he just refused to succumb to his instincts.

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Keigo had been out hunting again with no such luck. The animals have figured out the hunting grounds of the two predators, moving on to safer spaces of the forest. He’d ventured back to the border of the Todoroki kingdom, hoping for just one or two kills he could bring back to his mate. Alas, he was coming up empty-handed…or so he thought.

He and Touya had managed to make camp in a cave, living a few miles from the border of Queen Kayama’s kingdom, as they hadn’t been granted amnesty to enter the realm yet. Once their request was answered with a raven, they’d head straight into the depths of the forest, passing through the magical veil and into a land where their identities would be protected. They could set up a new life, and have one of the Queen’s sorceresses build a cottage. They’d already contacted one who lived close enough to the border; in fact, she’d given the two lovers some potions to ward off any attackers in the meanwhile.

Keigo keeps the alchemist shrinking potion at his hip, the vial glowing magenta as he stalks through the forest. Keigo can survive just fine by drinking animal blood, but Touya needs more than that. It would be different if Touya had access to a farm of some sort, but they haven’t crossed the border yet. His mate has been dealing with withdrawals, occasionally even looking at him like he’s a main course ready to be devoured. He’s used to being babied by the feasts of his royal lifestyle, and their slim pickings over the past months have put wear and tear on Touya’s physique. He’s significantly scrawnier than the well-fed crown prince he’d been in the Todoroki palace. It makes Keigo’s Siren heart sink, knowing he’s somewhat failed to provide for his mate. Like Touya, he’s been more in tune with his instincts away from civilization. Keigo of the Takami Siren tribe was animalistic…having satiated his bloodlust from their narrow escape months before, his mind was more focused on mating season. He’d made a nest in the cave for the two of them. He’d tried to keep Touya warm and satisfied. Now, he’s upset at their situation.

Keigo briefly forgets that he’s supposed to be on the lookout for more Beast Hunters: the gang that stalked and captured “monsters” for the trade, where they’d be slaughtered and cut up or chained and enslaved. So, when he hears the familiar battle cry weaving through his surroundings, he flinches and freezes up.

“Let’s get ‘em, boys!” One cries out, and five burly men jump out of the shadows of the night in the forest, blocking his path. Keigo panics, and the flashback of being tied up and slashed by the original gang of Beast Hunters months ago slips through his brain. Before anyone can react, Keigo uncorks the alchemist potion and throws the glass bottle at the feet of the group. The glass shatters, shrouding the gang in a bubblegum-colored cloud.

When the pink smoke clears, the group of Beast Hunters has been reduced to the size of spice vials. Keigo leaps forward, scooping the scurrying shrunken idiots up into his rucksack as he ties it tight.

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Touya’s hungry . One can only eat squirrels and deer for so long before one gets bored…before the tastes all start to blend together…until it tastes like nothing. Touya’s anxiously pacing the floor of the cave, his stomach panging, growling so loud it might as well shake the foundation. Keigo was going out hunting this morning so Touya wouldn’t risk transforming and giving their location away. It was getting harder and harder not to give in to his draconic appetite.

Touya stops in his tracks the moment his nose picks up Keigo’s scent getting stronger. It isn’t long before the Siren enters the cave with a tired smile.

“Sorry, honey. Trip came up empty. Managed to catch those bastards that have been tailing us, though!” Keigo beams, holding up the bag of Beast Hunters.

Touya stares at the moving rucksack, salivating before he can wipe his mouth. Keigo notices immediately .

“Maybe…I did find you some dinner after all,” Keigo whistles, watching Touya’s nostrils flare as he inhales the scent of pure-blood human. Keigo opens up the bag, peering at the five scrambling tiny bodies shouting in a chipmunk-esque pitch. Keigo reaches inside and plucks two men from the huddle, one in each clawed hand.

“Want me to feed you, Your Highness?” Keigo sneers, his lips curling into a seductive smirk. Touya’s jaw drops, saliva pooling on his tongue as his stomach painfully growls. He’s under a spell, his basic instincts from the family curse plaguing his mind and heart: a desire for an empty void to be filled to the brim with flesh and blood and muscle and bone. Touya nods eagerly, brainwashed by hunger, ignoring the fact that he’s about to devour five human beings; he sinks to sit against the cave wall, and Keigo sits beside him.

Carefully, Keigo lowers one of the men into Touya’s mouth, forcing him onto his tongue. The Beast Hunters in the bag wait in dreaded silence…and Touya closes his jaws.

The sounds of splintering bone and shrieks of agony pierce through the cave as Touya begins to chew. Blood spurts into his mouth, coating his tongue with the sweet taste as the cries quickly cease. He tries not to moan at the flavor; it’s like he’s finally breathing after drowning for so long. Fresh. Sustainable. Meat. The other Beast Hunters listen to the distinct sounds in complete horror and shock. The man in Keigo’s other hand faints. Touya swallows thickly, feeling the remains of the Beast Hunter sliding down his throat, sitting heavy in his stomach. He sighs as he licks the blood from his lips. The dragon within seems pleased, but not satiated. He’s still hungry. Abhorrently hungry. The taste of iron is overwhelming in his mouth, and he runs his tongue over his teeth, sucking clean any stray red strips that got caught between his fangs. He’s nowhere near full. The draconic acid buildup probably dissolved everything instantly, judging by the subtle hiss emanating from his middle. If it’s one thing he learned since the curse had activated, it was that his stomach was strong .

“Feel better?” Keigo asks, head cocking in a very analytical manner, and Touya shakes his head.

“I’m fucking starving , Kei,” Touya half-groans-half-growls, his voice taking on that monstrous edge Keigo had grown familiar with.

“Might as well eat the rest. That way the spell won’t wear off…and they won’t squeal about us,” Keigo grins innocently, as if he hadn’t been planning on feeding him every last one of the bastards since he walked back home.

“Open wide, Your Highness,” Keigo coos with a sly smirk, dangling the fainted Beast Hunter by the back of his coat, fingers pinched daintily as he holds the man over Touya’s head. The dragon prince leans back again, opening his maw, and the Siren unceremoniously drops him. This time, Touya simply swallows him whole, not bothering to savor the flavor, and Keigo intently watches the bulge slide down Touya’s throat before disappearing past his collarbone. Touya’s stomach distends ever so slightly, gurgling as it promptly digests its new meal. Touya hums, indulging in the feeling of his stomach slowly filling up. It feels so relieving…borderline arousing. His draconic side stirs, Touya’s pupils momentarily shrinking to slits, and greed fills his veins. Touya reaches over Keigo into the rucksack, grabbing one of the thrashing bodies inside and pulling him out into the open. The man is screaming, beating at Touya’s fingers to no avail as the cursed prince drools, licking his lips as he stares at his prey. Keigo gets a sick thrill out of the display, squirming in his seat.

The man shouts obscenities that fall on deaf ears, partially because his voice has become so high-pitched that it’s unintelligible.

“Hope you squirm on the way down,” Touya rasps before he lowers the Beast Hunter into his mouth, lips wrapping around his legs before he starts ravenously slurping him down his gullet like a noodle. The man disappears into his mouth with a slick pop, and Touya lathers him with his tongue, seeming indifferent to the taste before he gulps thickly. His eyes roll back into his head, and he grunts as the man struggles against the powerful muscles of Touya’s throat; nonetheless, he succumbs, and plummets to the depths of Touya’s belly.

“Oh, fu- UUOORP -uck,” Touya’s groan is interrupted by a hearty, deep belch as he focuses on the panic ensuing in his gut. The man’s incessant screams sound muffled, and Touya lifts up his tunic to see his bloated stomach lurch as his first conscious, live victim pounds on his stomach walls. Keigo’s eyes are locked on, heart pounding at the sight. Something about watching his mate’s satisfaction makes his heart throb .

“ Gods ,” Touya huffs, stomach rumbling before he presses his fist against his mouth, muffling a lengthy closed-mouth burp. He sighs when it ends, turning his attention back to the remaining two men. At this point, he’s full, but the greed of his dragon’s blood boils in his veins. He stares longingly, eyes bulging, and Keigo catches on.

“Lemme feed you the last ones,” Keigo trills, reaching into the rucksack and snatching up another victim. Touya watches intently, tongue feeling like lead in his mouth as his lover brings the prey to him. His jaws part, and Keigo shoves the writhing Beast Hunter into the bloodstained, cavernous void; the prince’s lips close around Keigo’s fingertips, and he sucks on them, maintaining direct eye contact as he savors the flavor of his meal. Touya pulls back, leaving Keigo’s fingers covered in saliva before he dips his head back and swallows, pressing his own fingers to his throat so he can feel his thrashing prey’s journey down. This one is significantly more difficult to get down, and Touya whines as he gulps repeatedly, trying to seal his fate. He pounds his chest with his fist, trying to work him down, and, eventually, his sigh of relief proves he was successful. The man immediately starts shrieking, frantically trying to avoid the slowly rising draconic stomach acid. Keigo bites his bottom lip as he watches Touya’s stomach expand that much more; the sounds of draconic digestion are music to his Siren ears. He lifts the final man up into the air, who seems to plead for his life to be spared.

“Down the hatch, baby,” Keigo trills with a devilish smirk, and Touya eagerly opens his jaws, breathing hot and heavy. Keigo releases the man a few inches above Touya, and the Beast Hunter screeches as he lands on Touya’s warm tongue. Touya voraciously begins chomping down, moaning softly at the flavor of the blood and flesh as he crunches the bones. With a final thick gulp, Touya sends the last Beast Hunter hurtling down into his stomach. Touya grimaces, feeling the Beast Hunters bang on his stomach walls, trying in vain to escape or at least cause him pain. A muffled gurgling noise emanates from his stomach, paired with the violent shouts of his prey, and Touya lurches as yet another crass burp bursts from his lips. Touya groans, leaning back and taking in the sensation of just how heavy his belly feels; he’s stuffed. Keigo gently rests his palms against the bloat, rubbing the soft flesh as Touya stifles another deep belch. His stomach feels uncomfortably tight, but the draconic acid should make short work of his prey within a few hours.

“You know, you kinda look cute like this,” Keigo croons, nuzzling into Touya’s neck as he gently massages Touya’s stomach. Touya groans as Keigo kneads another eructation out of him, and he lets a low and lazy burp out of the corner of his mouth.

“Sound cute, too,” Keigo chuckles, arousal boiling in his blood as he rubs the distended tissue.

“You horny or something, birdie?” Touya huffs.

“Maybe I just have a thing for predators,” Keigo winks, fangs gleaming in the moonlight that pours in through the mouth of the cave. Keigo climbs into his lap, bracing himself against the bulge of Touya’s middle before leaning forward and connecting their lips. Keigo groans, licking at the blood in Touya’s teeth as they passionately kiss, and the dragon prince wraps his arms around the Siren.

“You feeling good?” Keigo hums into the kiss.

“ So good ,” Touya moans, on the edge of going into a food coma. He hiccups softly, and Keigo presses their lips together for another deep kiss. He’s on cloud nine, having fruitfully provided for his mate and thoroughly enjoyed the display. Touya’s satisfaction is a major turn-on for him, and, if Keigo's mating cycle had lined up, he definitely would’ve spread Touya's legs and bred him until he was spent. Keigo caresses Touya, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his burbling tummy. Touya breaks the kiss, nuzzling Keigo as they rest against the cave wall.

“You sleepy?” Keigo asks, and Touya yawns in acknowledgment.

The dragon prince closes his eyes, letting the sounds of digestion and Keigo’s breathing lull him to sleep.

#dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dabihawks dead dove #kink fic #v0re #fantasy au #dabihawksweek24 #DHWeekDDove24 #DabiHawksWeek 2024

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lecheroustaint · 1 year

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Open to: f/nb Suggested connections: Stalk*r, Serial Kill*r. Neighbor, Bully Idk, go crazy. The more f*cked the better etc. Possible k*nks: non/dubc*on, watersp*rts, edg*ng, org*sm denial, deepthroat*ng, c*ckwarming, kn*fe play, g*n play, an*l, object inserti*n, surprise me? Made with: Beta Editor. Legacy available on request.

"You can't hide forever..." His deep voice bellows out loud, the music from the house party still playing through the rather grizzly scene. Bodies of other victims remain strewn throughout the home after picking them off one by one like flies. It was no coincidence that he left her for last. After all, she was the reason he'd done this all in the first place. "That sorry excuse you called 'friends' couldn't keep you safe. I would never let that happen to you." To say he was had an unhealthy obsession with the her would have been a massive understatement. Ever since meeting her, it had been his goal to ensure she would one day belong to him. Even if it meant forcing her to come to accept that reality. The knife he wields in his hand is still dripping crimson, the patter of blood hitting the floor as he continues to search for the girl. It isn't until then that he realizes a different trail of droplets on the marble floors of the house. "Oh no. Didn't your Daddy ever warn you to be careful where you leave your drink? You never know what someone might slip in there." Taking a knee, he drags the tip of his finger over one of the beads of wetness before he slips the finger under his mask and into his mouth. "Hmm. Not near salty enough to be a tear. Seems like your c*nt likes the idea of becoming mine." It probably had more to do with what he slipped into her drink earlier. "Why don't you come out and make his a little easier on yourself? I might be able to help with your little 'problem'."

#idk what this is #other than a lot #im trying to get my writing muse flowing again #trying to push out starters to see if I can do words good again #indie kink rp #tw violence #if you want a specific muse under the mask just lmk

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kosovoisnotserbia · 4 months

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Messed Up (OC!Vulcan/Kathryn Janeway/B'Elanna Torres/Seven of Nine/Chakotay/Tom Paris/Harry Kim/Tuvok) Chapter 2 🥶

Our lucky Ensign has agreed to Janeway's offer, what will become of him next?

mega-fucked up fic here (READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION)

Warnings: 18+!!! (I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH), CNC, femd0m, g0re, watersports, g@ng@anging, br3astfeeding, agepl@y, s3ggsual sl4very, biting, pain k!nk, mature language, name-calling (usage of offensive terms - only s3ggsual related), AI-Generated, bl00d, cvm, use of titles, kn!feplay, s0d0my, needles, drvg usage, character d3@th, cbt, medical k!nk, character being bl!nded, w0und fvcking, self-cannonballism, cannonballism, mut!l@tion, gvnplay, st@bbing, 0rg@sm denial, c@str@tion, @mput4tion, characters returns from the d3ad, eyefvcking (in the literal sense of the word), weird Vulcan anatomy (blame the AI, not me), mentions of r@pe, mentions of t0rtvre, use of safeword,

THIS POST IS MATURE THEMES!! AS SUCH, IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER AGE 18!!

"Yes. Yes, I will, thank you. Thank you, my owners, for allowing me the pleasure of being your fucktoy."

As if on cue, Seven leaned over, her breasts leaking milk.

"Drink, baby, drink."

"I love you," Volir said, and drank Seven's milk. As he drank, B'Elanna rubbed his cock, and Paris played with his ass. Volir then reached out for Kim, and the two began making out.

"He's perfect," Paris said, smiling.

Volir croaked out that he wished to be painted by them, and they all complied, and Volir felt his cock harden.

"I see you are ready to go again," Janeway said.

"Yes, Mistress, I would love to have all of you use me once more. Chakotay, Paris, Tuvok, Kim, please paint my face and body, loads in my mouth please, I wish to drink. I want all of you to piss on me, and B'Elanna, Seven, and Captain Janeway, please whip me with your tongues, I need to be beaten, I need to feel the pleasure and pain. Please, Mistress, please use me, I'm yours."

"No," Janeway commanded, her voice stern. "You will only speak when spoken to, and you will only call us Mistress, Master, Daddy, Mommy, or Owner. Now, do you wish to go again? If so, then get on your hands and knees and present your ass, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress," Volir replied, and presented his ass to Janeway, who, without a second thought, slapped his ass. Grabbing a mace from Medieval Earth, Janeway proceeded to beat Volir's ass with it, causing him to scream.

"Good boy," Janeway purred. "Scream for me, good little bitch. Scream, or else I'll have to whip your cock. Tuvok, Chakotay, Harry, would you be so kind as to mark him as ours?"

"Yes, Mistress, thank you," the men replied. They lined up, and began pissing all over Volir. As they did this, Seven grabbed a baseball bat from the ground, and shoved up Volir's ass, fucking him with it.

"Good boy," Janeway hissed. "What a good little slut. Such a good whore."

"Thank you, Mistress!" Volir cried.

"You're welcome, you disgusting little shit. You actually like this stuff? B'Elanna, you may use the sword and the knives to make him bleed."

"Yes, Mistress."

B'Elanna took a knife from a nearby table and cut the side of his throat. As she did this, she began to whip him with the sword, drawing blood and causing him to scream. Chakotay then took a knife from a table, and sliced Volir's arms and legs.

"AAAH! AAAAAAAAAARGH!"

"Shhh, little whore," Janeway whispered. "We'll take care of you. We'll make the pain go away."

She then grabbed a syringe, and injected the contents into Volir's veins. The needle was huge, and it went right through his skin. It was attached to a small vial that contained a compound that would enhance his senses, and cause his nerves to be hypersensitive. It also inhibited the process that enabled one to pass out from pain, so Volir would feel everything, and be able to stay awake through it all.

"Aaaaaaah! Oh, Mistress, thank you, thank you, I am not worthy of your kindness."

"Shut up, and take your Daddies' cocks."

As Janeway finished speaking, Kim, Chakotay, and Paris came up to the rack, their cocks hard and ready to use.

"You're welcome, slut," Chakotay grunted, as he shoved his cock up Volir's ass.

Tom, who was packing beyond belief, fucked Volir's throat, gagging him and making him choke on his massive cock. Harry also teabagged Volir, rubbing his balls all over his face.

"You know, slut," Tom growled, slapping Volir's face, "it's really pathetic that a little fucker like you is so weak. I can't believe you're actually letting us use you like this. It's disgusting. You're disgusting."

Tuvok then grabbed a greataxe from the ground, and began cutting and whipping Volir's back, drawing blood. Volir's screams were muffled, as Tom's cock was still in his mouth.

"You like that, huh, slut?" Chakotay asked, at the same time letting Tuvok know that he had a free hand to slap and squeeze Volir's balls, which were already bruised and swollen from the cock ring.

"Mmmph!" Volir tried to speak, but couldn't. The cocks in his mouth were like a drug, a drug that gave him freedom from his mind. He had entered subspace, a state where he was not only willing to obey, but eager to, as his entire mind was focused on his owners' pleasure.

Tuvok then dropped the axe, replacing it with a surgical scalpel. With this, he made a large incision in Volir's back, and blood flowed freely from the wound. This only encouraged him, and, without warning, Tuvok shoved his fist into the wound, making Volir scream even louder than before. B'Elanna then took the scalpel, and hovered it over Volir's eyes, a demonic glint in her eyes.

"Would you like me to put out your eyes, whore?" She hissed, the words dripping with venom.

"I..." Volir tried to answer, but was too weak to do so.

"What was that, whore? I couldn't hear you. Oh well,

I guess that means I'll have to take your sight."

With that, she began cutting the skin around Volir's eyes. The blood was thick and sticky, and it flowed from the cuts. B'Elanna then plunged the scalpel into Volir's left eye, twisting it as she did so. She then removed the scalpel, and replaced it with her fingers, tearing out the eyeball, which she then stuffed in Volir's mouth.

"Eat," she commanded. "Eat, or else."

Volir tried to say something, but was interrupted by the taste of his own eyeball. It was hot. He had never been used like this before, and he loved it. B'Elanna then grabbed the scalpel, and started making a line down the middle of Volir's chest, from his neck down to his stomach. She then shoved the scalpel inside his chest cavity, cutting the muscles and tissues inside. At the same time, Kim jammed his fingers into Volir's good eye, tearing the optic nerve. Volir was now blind, and screaming from the pain.

Tuvok then grabbed a chainsaw, and started cutting off Volir's arm. The blades sliced through the muscle and bone, and Volir's blood gushed out of the wound, covering Tuvok's hands. Once the arm was off, Tuvok shoved his cock in it, fucking it like a fleshlight. Volir screamed, as Tuvok continued to cut him up, while the other men kept using him.

"AAH!! FUCK!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Janeway was stroking her cock, eyeing the rifle laying on the floor.

"B'Elanna, Seven, would you like to rape this whore's ass? I want him to suffer."

"Yes, Captain," they replied, in unison. They grabbed the rifle, and began ramming it into Volir's ass. As they did this, Paris grabbed a butcher knife, and began stabbing Volir with it. He kept stabbing him, over and over, and eventually the knife was stuck in Volir's body.

"I see you've had your fun, but now it's my turn," Janeway said, a grin on her face. Stroking her cock, she began fucking Volir's wounds, making him scream in agony.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, please, Mistress, let me cum, please, oh God, please, I'm gonna cum, I can't stop myself, I need to cum, I need to cum!"

"Shut the fuck up," Janeway growled. "Chakotay, Seven, why don't we fix those problems for Volir? Make sure he can't cum?"

"Yes, Captain," they said. Seven pulled out a tube that would prevent any semen from exiting the penis. Chakotay and Janeway both shoved their fists up Volir's ass, and started beating the prostate. Volir was aroused beyond belief, and was begging for the chance to orgasm.

"Fuck you," Janeway snarled. "You'll cum when I say you can, and not a second before. Understood?"

"Y-yes, M-mistress," Volir whimpered.

But Volir failed to adhere to his promise, as he soon came. Unfortunately for him, the tube that Seven had inserted meant that the cum went right back in his body, and he was in immense pain.

His cock throbbed, and began to inflate, until it exploded, sending pieces of cock all over the room. His screams were deafening, and the smell of blood filled the room.

"Well, well, looks like our whore has finally had enough," Janeway chuckled. "Kim, his balls?"

Harry, understanding the request, went over to Volir, and squeezed his balls - hard.

"AAAAAAAH!!"

"You don't deserve to cum. You're just a stupid whore, and your only purpose is to be fucked and used. That's all you're good for, so just accept it."

"Rip them off," Volir begged. All he wanted was this pain to end.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get," Harry said, grinning. He grabbed Volir's left testicle, and yanked on it, trying to pull it off.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!! AAAAAAAAARGH!!"

The pain was unbearable, and Volir began to thrash and convulse. Harry, with one great tug, ripped the testicle off, and held it in his hand. The testicle was bloody, and full of cum, and Harry squeezed it, sending the fluids onto Volir's face.

"Open," Harry said.

Volir graciously accepted the semen, and opened his mouth, letting the fluid flow down his throat. He swallowed, and licked his lips, savoring the taste.

"More," he croaked.

"What was that, whore?"

"Put it in my mouth," he pleaded.

"Put what in your mouth, whore?"

"The testicle, I want more, I need more, please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry said, grinning.

He grabbed the testicle, and shoved it into Volir's mouth

"Now chew."

Volir bit into the testicle, chewing and swallowing the meat and fluids. The taste was heavenly, and he couldn't get enough. He bit into the testicle, the meaty, bloody fluids spilling into his mouth. At the same time, Paris grabbed an AK-47 from a nearby locker, and pointed it at Volir's kneecaps.

"Are you ready, whore? This is gonna hurt."

Volir nodded, and, without hesitation, Paris pulled the trigger, shattering Volir's kneecaps. His screams were like music to the ears of the group. B'Elanna, who was holding the rifle in Volir's ass, pulled the trigger, filling Volir with bullets. He was not dead, he could never die. In fact, he would regenerate every lost part eventually.

Janeway then grabbed a saw, one specially designed to cause extreme pain, and began digging into Volir's right arm, cutting the flesh and bones. She sawed through the bone, and it snapped in half. The arm, now hanging on by just tendons, skin, and muscle, was a sight arousing everyone in the room.

Chakotay then grabbed the arm, and pulled on it, stretching the skin. With a sickening rip, the arm was torn off, and the blood was flowing everywhere. He then shoved his cock into the hole left by the arm, and began fucking the socket.

Janeway then reached down, grabbing Volir's remaining testicle. She pulled and pulled, and the testicle came off, the tube popping out and flying through the air. Janeway held the testicle, and bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste.

"Mmm, this is delicious," she said. "Volir, here you go."

She tossed the testicle into his mouth, and he swallowed it, loving the flavor.

"Do you have a hole in your ass, whore?" Seven asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Make it bigger," Volir begged.

Seven smiled, and grabbed a baseball bat, one that was covered in barbed wire. She shoved it into his ass, tearing up the intestines. The pain was unbelievable, and he was crying. Removing the bat, she then grabbed a knife, holding it to Volir's left ear.

"How about this, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

Without hesitation, Seven cut off Volir's ear, the knife slicing through the cartilage and blood. Kim then grabbed the ear, and tore it apart, ripping the skin and cartilage, the blood spraying all over the room.

"I want a taste," he said, and put the ear into his mouth.

Paris then grabbed the scalpel from before, jamming it into the hole left by the missing ear. He cut into the skull, and started digging around, feeling the soft brain tissue. The feeling was intoxicating, and Paris was aroused beyond belief. He cut into the bone, making a hole, and dug his cock into the hole, fucking the brain. Janeway then ripped the other ear off, and gave it to Chakotay.

"Enjoy, baby," she said, smiling.

Chakotay grinned, and put the ear in his mouth, chewing vigorously.

Volir's legs attracted B'Elanna's attention, and she couldn't resist taking a bite out of them.

Grabbing an axe, she swung it at his right leg, slicing through the bone at the knee. She then did the same thing to the left, and both legs were on the floor. Paris, seeing this, got an idea.

"I'm gonna put these to good use," he said, and grabbed the legs.

He then proceeded to shove the legs up his ass, fucking himself with them. The sensation was amazing, and he was soon moaning and panting.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, as the legs were thrust deeper and deeper into his ass.

Chakotay then grabbed a knife, putting it against Volir's tongue.

"Ready, whore?" He asked, and without waiting for a reply, sliced the tongue off. He put the tongue in his mouth, biting into the soft, wet flesh.

"It tastes so good," he said, and began chewing.

Paris then came, shooting his load all over Volir's severed limbs.

"Mmm, delicious," Paris said. "I can't wait to taste the rest of you."

"Mmmm, me too," Janeway agreed, as she bit into Volir's thigh, all the while leaking precum.

Kim then took a pair of pliers, and shoved them into the hole left by Volir's missing right ear.

"AAAAAAAH!!!"

He then tore the flesh and bone away, making the hole bigger, and allowing him to fuck the ear.

"Mmmm, it's so tight," he said, as he continued to thrust his cock into the ear canal.

Volir was screaming, as the pliers were being jammed into the hole where his tongue was, and he was in incredible pain. But he loved it, every bit of it.

Paris then thrust his cock into the empty left eye socket, and started fucking the hole.

"It's so warm," he moaned, and kept thrusting, harder and harder.

At the same time, Kim had his cock in the right eye socket, and was fucking the hole as hard as he could. Volir was in heaven, he had never felt this much pleasure before.

Tuvok, however, was not done. He still had an entire arm to remove, and he wanted to make sure Volir suffered. Taking a knife, he made a deep incision on the shoulder, ripping. the flesh and skin away, revealing the bones and joints. He then proceeded to tear the arm off, making Volir scream in agony.

"You like that, don't you?" Tuvok growled, and Volir nodded. The skull was next. Using a saw, he slowly cut the skin and flesh, removing the top half of the skull. Once it was off, Tuvok proceeded to fuck the brain, making Volir cum.

"That's a good whore," Janeway said, and slapped him.

Paris, who was still fucking the ear, was soon ready to cum, and shot his load, the cum filling the ear canal. He pulled his cock out, and saw that the ear was completely filled with cum.

"Mmm, look at all this delicious cum," Paris said, and took a bite. The taste was heavenly, and he couldn't get enough. Soon, the ear was gone, and he was licking the cum off his fingers.

Kim was also about to cum, and shot his load, covering the hole in his seed. The smell was intoxicating, and Kim was soon hard again.

Janeway was also getting close, and her cock was pulsating. She soon came, and her seed filled the open cavity, mixing with the cum and blood.

Tuvok, Seven, and B'Elanna had all removed their clothes, and were now fucking each other, moaning and groaning. Tuvok was fucking Seven's ass, while B'Elanna fucked Seven's pussy. They were all close to cumming, and soon came, their semen mixing together.

"Mmm, that was good," Seven said, licking the semen from her lips.

"I know, I love your cum," B'Elanna said, and kissed her.

Volir was in absolute ecstasy, he had never felt such pleasure before. He was still cumming, and his seed was spilling out onto the floor. His body was a mess, covered in blood and semen. His ass and holes were fucked and abused, and his brain was exposed.

Janeway then took a knife, and shoved it into the open skull cavity, digging around in the brain.

"How does that feel, whore?" She asked, and Volir just moaned in pleasure.

Paris, meanwhile, was fucking the arm stump, his cock going in and out. He was close to cumming, and soon shot his load, the semen covering the inside of the arm. He then began licking the cum and blood off the arm, savoring the taste.

B'Elanna, seeing the cum-covered arm, was instantly aroused.

"Oooh, that looks delicious," she said, and grabbed the arm, licking the cum and blood off it.

"Mmm, it's so good," she moaned, and began eating the arm.

Volir was still cumming, his semen splattering the walls and floor. The sight was enough to make Janeway cum, and her seed spilled out onto the floor.

Chakotay, meanwhile, had taken a liking to the brain, and was fucking it. He was close to cumming, and his seed soon filled the skull, mixing with the other fluids. He then dove right in, eaing the mixture.

"Mmm, it's so good," he said, and ate more.

"I can't get enough of this," Tuvok said, as he fucked the skull, his seed soon mixing with the others. The six of them stopped, and began to eat the brain, their teeth and tongues scraping the soft, bloody tissue.

"Oh, God, yes," Seven moaned, and continued to eat.

"I love it," B'Elanna said, her mouth filled with the brain.

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted," Paris agreed, and ate more.

"This is perfect " Kim said, and took a big bite.

Janeway then grabbed a knife, and cut the brain into pieces, each person taking a piece.

"Mmm, this is heavenly," she said, and devoured her piece.

"Absolutely delectable," Tuvok agreed, his face covered in brain matter.

The group then stumbled back, full. During this, Volir regenerated to full health, and the group prepared for round two.

"Mistress, can we begin again?" Volir asked.

"Of course, whore," Janeway answered, and kissed him. "What do you want to do this time?"

"Worship me, my body, my cock, and balls. I want you to use them, to fuck them, to abuse them. I want you to make me bleed, make me cum, make me scream. Stretch me, drown me, burn me. Use me, Mistress. Use me."

Janeway smirked.

"As you wish."

Volir was thrown down, and Janeway began kicking him, stomping on him.

"FUCK!! FUCK ME!!" Volir screamed, and Janeway complied, beating him more.

"You like that, don't you? You fucking slut, you're a dirty, filthy whore. This is disgusting, you loving this."

"Mmm, yes, I am. I'm a dirty, disgusting whore. Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck my cock, fuck my balls, fuck everything. I want you to use me, Mistress."

The other five members of the group joined in, fucking, kicking, beating, and torturing him. They were brutal, and Volir was covered in blood, cum, and sweat.

"Look at him, he's disgusting," Paris snarled, and spat on him.

"He's nothing but a filthy whore, a worthless cunt," Seven sneered, and kicked him.

"A stupid, filthy bitch," B'Elanna spat, and punched him.

"All ours, to use, to abuse, to fuck, to torture," Chakotay snarled, and kicked him.

"A dirty, filthy, disgusting whore," Tuvok growled, and spit on him.

"We love him, don't we, Captain?" Kim asked, and kicked him.

"Yes, we do," Janeway replied, and kissed him. "You're our slut, aren't you, Volir? Our filthy, disgusting, worthless whore. Our little sex toy, our pet."

"Yes, I am. I'm yours, I belong to you. I'm a filthy, disgusting whore. I love you all, and I want to be used, I want to be tortured, I want to be abused, I want to be raped. I'm your little toy, and you can use me, do anything you want with me. Love me, care for me. Fuck me, abuse me. Torture me, rape me. I'm your whore, and I'll always be yours. I'm nothing but a filthy, disgusting whore."

"Yes, you are," Janeway purred, and kissed him, the passion burning in her eyes.

"We're gonna use you, you're gonna be our little fuck toy," Paris said, stroking his cock.

"And you're gonna love it, aren't you, whore?"

"I'll love it, but please also care for me. I want you to love me, as well."

"Don't worry, we will," B'Elanna said, stroking his balls.

"We'll take good care of you," Chakotay promised, caressing his cock. "In fact, come here, let's have a little fun."

Volir stood up, and followed Chakotay to a bed. As the others watched, Volir rode Chakotay, bouncing up and down.

"Oh, yes, oh, fuck, yes," Chakotay moaned, as his cock was ridden.

"That's it, ride that cock," Janeway said, stroking her own.

"Yes, Mistress," Volir panted, as he bounced faster and harder.

"You like this, don't you, slut?" Chakotay growled, and spanked him.

"Yes, I do. I love it, I love riding your cock, Master," Volir replied, panting.

"Then take it, slut," Chakotay hissed, and came, his seed spilling out of Volir's ass.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Volir moaned, and came as well, his seed splashing on Chakotay's chest.

"Good boy," Chakotay praised, and patted him on the head.

"Now, it's my turn," Janeway declared, and pulled Volir off the bed, pushing him against the wall. She began fucking him, pounding him, and he moaned in pleasure.

"You like this, don't you, slut? You like being fucked like the whore you are?"

"Yes, Mistress, I love it," Volir panted, his eyes closed in pleasure.

As he was fucked, it steadily became all too much for Volir. Gasping, he cried out "Galapolt!", the safeword. Immediately, Janeway and the others stopped.

"Volir, are you alright? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you, I love you all, I love being your whore, but right now, I just can't. You have all given me great pleasure, but now I need loving and caring. I love you, but right now, I can't. I'm so sorry."

"Shhh, it's okay. We understand," Janeway soothed, stroking his hair. She offered up her plump breasts to Volir, who gladly began sucking on them.

"Shhh, just relax, darling," Chakotay said, as he gently stroked his back.

"You've done so well, you've been so brave, we're all very proud of you," Tuvok added, kissing his forehead.

"You've been amazing," B'Elanna praised, holding him close.

"You've done so well, my little prince," Seven cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You're so brave, so beautiful, so strong, so perfect," Paris murmured, stroking Volir's back.

The group then beamed to Janeway's quarters, where they took a long bath. They washed Volir's body, taking care not to hurt him, and once he was clean, they got into bed, holding him close.

"I love you all, I love my Masters and Mistresses," Volir murmured, and fell asleep, sucking on B'Elanna's breasts.

"We love you too, Volir, our little slut, our pet, our prince," the seven of them whispered, and kissed him.

"Mine," B'Elanna thought, looking at him, and smiled.

#kathryn janeway #tuvok #star trek #star trek voyager #18+ only #tom paris #harry kim #seven of nine #b'elanna torres #chakotay #ai generated #vulcan #dark fic

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