#non-con

[darkroomkisses]

Uh, can I request a dark!ethan with quinn's scene in the bathroom but instead of her being the reader, where gf!ethan is waiting for her to fuck her w non-con. Thank you!

hope it is understood, English is not my first language

Rejected (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: Oh spicy! Yes, pretty sure I understand you! I hope this is to your liking, I changed some stuff from the scene in the movie. Danny doesn't see ghostface in the room. Went a little darker toward the end (oops) Thanks Anon <3

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: After rejecting Dark!Ethan when he asks you on a date, he's angry enough to kill. So he does just that, he kills your hookup and fucks you after. READ TAGS!

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Dark!Ethan Landry, Ghostface Ethan Landry, fem!reader, Murder, Choking, Unconscious reader, Dacryphilia, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, marking, biting, Face Slapping, slight slut-shaming. Don't read if uncomfortable with dark themes, other than that ENJOY!! 🥀

Banner by @straywords 🥀

Ethan has been obsessed with you from the moment he met you. Whenever he would come over to the apartment you shared with Sam and Tara, he would watch you so intensely, some of the times you noticed but it didn’t bother you too much, but it made you a little uneasy.

His eyes were so dark and fierce you felt like your skin might set ablaze. His eyes never leave you when you all hang out. All that ran through his mind was wrapping his hands around your neck watching you shiver under him as he forced himself in you. He wanted to look into your fearful eyes and see sweet tears running down your pretty face. 

About a month ago, Ethan mustered up the courage to ask you on a date, you giggled at his shy attempt to ask you out and rubbed his face, telling him you only see him as a friend. Those words haven’t left his mind since only playing on repeat as he laid in bed every night.  

It was late in the evening, The house lively with the gang spending time together in the kitchen, completely distracted from what was going down in the other room.

That was perfect for Ethan, he was preparing for his attack, hiding away in your closet. He was ready to kill the loser who just fucked you in two pumps leaving you disappointed and needy for more. Ethan was seething with rage because what the fuck did this fucker have that he didn’t? The fucker didn’t even make you cum. His cock half hard thinking about what he wanted to do to you. The fucker went into the bathroom leaving you alone in the bedroom. You slipped your nightgown back on and pulled out your phone, turning to the side. Ethan couldn’t wait anymore.

“Babe, you coming to join me?” The guy yelled from the bathroom; you met him earlier that night at a frat party, he was cute, and you were drunk. You put your phone down for a second to respond “No and don’t use my face wash it’s pH-balance for women” you yell, “yeah whatever you say” he yells back. You go back to your phone, giggling at the video you were watching. Unaware of the dark figure looming over you, after a few seconds of Ethan running his eyes over your figure, his fingers twitching desperately wanting to touch you. He slipped out of your room to kill that loser in the bathroom.

Ethan finished the job, he sighed out, fuck it felt good to kill that alpha fucker who was a two-pump chump. But what he had planned next would feel even better. Ethan slipped back into your bedroom quietly to not disturb you. You hadn't moved from your position. Ethan leaned over you in a quick motion, hand over your mouth, all his bodyweight pinning you to the bed the blade was at your neck, the slightest pressure pushing into you.

Your eyes widen, you gear up to scream as you meet the big dark eyes of Ghostface. You started to cry, Ghostface just stared down at you, his hand tight on your face. You screamed against his hand, your body shaking with fear, you were going to be killed. Ghostface shook his blade in your face, shutting you up instantly.

Ethan smiled under the mask; happy his plan was playing out perfectly. His cock was hard and leaking already. You looked even more perfect than he pictured late at night when had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, getting off to the thought of you. Your eyes were puffy and red, your tears couldn’t stop falling. Ethan took his blade and ran it down your short nightgown, tearing it in half and exposing your bare body to him, your breathing started to speed up at the realization of what was about to happen.

You heard a quiet moan from Ghostface, your blood running cold. “Scream and I'll kill all your fucking friends in the kitchen” Ethan said in the Ghostface voice making you shiver. You couldn’t let your friends die because of you. You shook your head quickly. Ethan took his hand from your mouth to squeeze one of your boobs he leaned his head down to your neck, rutting against your core, it took everything in you to not throw up at the feel of his hands exploring your body and the heavy breathing in your ear made your stomach turn.

Once Ethan got his feel, his free hand moved down to your wet pussy, his gloved hand stroking all over. Ethan was surprised how wet you were, and it was all for him. Ethan hovered over you to get a better look at your wet core. Ethan let go of the knife to remove his gloves. He had to feel you properly against his skin. He returned his hand rubbing your clit, you let out a soft hum, Ethan snapped his head up to see your face. It was exquisite, your face twisted like you were trying to hold back your pleasure.

That twisted his desire to get you to make more pretty noises for him. He wanted to hear you cry out, with that he pushed his fingers deep into you, hard and fast. You let out a broken moan, whimpering for him to stop. “p..please stop, please” you pant, with your lips quivering. Ethan let out a half laugh. “Why would I stop when you feel so good?” he said rutting faster and making circles on your clit with his thumb, determined to make you cum...hard. “Fuck you feel so good y/n” Ethan moaned your name lewdly. Your eyes widen, your thoughts running a mile a minute now, trying to think who the fuck this was. You didn't have much time to think, your fear and arousal ramping up to another level, your orgasm threating to crash down on you.

Your legs start to shake, your back arches against him your chest raising, and he takes his other hand and grabs your boob squeezing so tight, he pinches your nipple, rolling it with his fingers. He wanted to bring your tit into his mouth and suck hard on your hard nipple.

You clenched down hard on his fingers, he’s breathing deep into your ear, encouraging you on. “Good girl, cum on my fucking fingers” Ethan growled into your ear. You came down from your high, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Between the crying and the orgasm that had you shaking uncontrollably you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Your head whipped to the side, your cheek stinging. “Wake up, we are not done yet” Ethan growls. His cock was painfully hard now, he needed to be inside you. Your eyes fluttered, Ethan grabbed your neck tightly he whimpered softly, fuck he wanted to do that all night. Ethan releases his hard cock with his free hand.

Your panic hits you like lighting you tried to squirm out of his grip but that only made Ethan more excited. He lines his cock up with your slit, Ethan rubs his cock up and down on your wetness. In one quick thrust, Ethan forces himself in you, he lets out a low moan, steadying himself, he felt like he was going to burst inside you. Ethan almost couldn’t contain himself and thrust hard a few times, this is the first time Ethan felt pussy this good, the only time, actually.

His hands choked you hard with each rock of his hips. “Fuck, you know how long I wanted to stick my cock deep Inside you?” Your head feels light, and you are barely able to register what he’s saying to you.

You reach up to tear his hands away, but you couldn’t find the strength. “Your pussy is fucking mine, only for me” Ethan pants as he drags his cock against your hot walls. “You’re so tight, I feel like I'm tearing you apart.” You could hear the smile in his voice, each word dripping with lust.

“I c-can’t-” you choke out before you feel yourself fading into unconsciousness. Ethan didn’t let go of your neck for a few seconds, watching you fall limp under him. Ethan pulled his mask off throwing it to the ground. Sweat beating down his face, his hair a wild mess. He stops his movement for a second hiking your knees to your chest so he can fuck deeper into your slick hole.

The only sounds that filled the room were Ethan’s desperate moans and groans and the wet sounds of him fucking sloppily into you. He kissed your lips roughly, moaning into your mouth. “You’re mine, you’re mine, all for me” Ethan chanted darkly. He moved his lips to your neck sucking and kissing the marks he left on you. He was so close; he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Ethan roughly grabbed your hips, making your back arch. He was gripping so tightly he definitely left marks. “Fuck baby, take my cum you little slut” Ethan pumped in you harshly one last time letting out a deep moan as he spilled inside you. Ethan slowly pulled out of you, watching your slit dip his cum.

Ethan kissed your lips softly, roaming his hands all over your soft limp body one more time. Finally, he sits up, tucking you under the covers. Ethan kisses your forehead and puts his mask back on before fleeing the room. You were out cold, breathing softly and completely unaware that your shy friend Ethan had attacked you and you never will know. 

#Dark!Ethan Landry #Smut #Scream 6 #ethan landry imagine #request #Ethan Landry smut #dark fic #tw noncon #Ethan Landry one shot #Non-Con #rough smut #bad time for reader #tw r4p3 #gf! Ethan Landry #ghostface fanfiction

[kinkmom]

Andrew Has Had Enough

This is the place for Ashley to finally say "I'm yours" instead of "you're mine". Might save her, might not.

Okay time to get nonconning the Graves, it's what I do best. :D

#The Coffin of Andy and Leyley #tcoaal #Coffincest #Gravescest #Andrew x Ashley #Andrew Graves #Ashley Graves #non-con #n/c #straight #the arts

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Captain’s Whiskey

Requested: Yes [Hi!! May I please request some non-con/dub-con with John Price x fem reader]

Warnings: Non-con, Drunk!Price, violence, slapping, Reader becomes concussed, oral sex (F receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking (to the point of passing out), implied Somnophilia

“Stay still, Sargent.” Price grumbled in your ear, hot and heavy, smelling of that whiskey you know he likes, the kind you gifted him for his birthday the other day. Normally you didn’t mind the smell but today it felt like it was suffocating you, like you were drowning in it. It burned your lungs and made you feel all the more pitiful as your Captain ran his hands under your clothes, groping and clawing and kissing at whatever skin he could reach.

You wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to tell him to stop it, slow down, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper, strangled and quiet. You were helpless, belly down under the weight of your Captain, trapped between him and the creaked with every minor jostle, sounding like screaming when he started dry humping your thigh.

You shouldn’t have answered his summons. Not when it was the middle of the night. Not after that disaster of a mission.

You shouldn’t have stepped so far into the lion’s den when you could see the almost empty bottle of whiskey on his desk, a fully empty one shattered on the floor. Like he had thrown it in a fit of drunken rage.

“Always wanted this.” He murmured in your ear, one hand clutching tight at the collar of your t shirt while the other wrapped around your throat, rough calluses scratching at your neck, feeling like sandpaper against your skin. “Always wanted to fuck you. From the moment I saw you. So beautiful, Love.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, not dignifying his words with any kind of response, just turning your head away, burying it further into his pillow. You could hear him click his tongue but it sounded so far away, like something put on the television late at night while you were on leave, trying to drown out the voices in your head.

It never worked.

You vaguely registered him ripping at your shirt, heard it more than anything, barely registering the cold seeping into your very bones when he leaned back to work at your pants as well, leaving you splayed beneath him in only your underwear.

You closed your eyes. It would be over soon, you assured yourself as he let out a low whistle, his fingers tracing the outline of your labia, thumbing at your clit.

“So wet, Love.” He groaned, and you heard the clinking of him undoing his belt, the shifting of fabric before he was back on top of you, hot like molten lava against your skin, almost exactly like the fire from an explosion Johnny had set off on your way out of a building, almost burning you with its head. You cried out, trying to arch your back away from him but he wasn’t having any of it, pulling you back against him tighter, a growl of warning in your ear that you didn’t heed.

It hurt, it burned, it was too much, help-

You didn’t notice when he turned you around, but you sure did notice when he slapped you, his palm striking your cheek so violently that it snapped your head to the side. You were sure you could taste blood in your mouth.

You looked at him slowly, clutching your cheek like it was some fatal wound, trembling beneath his angry red face, his body shaking with his heavy breathing.

He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to as he pushed you back, your head hitting the backboard with a dull “crack” sound. Lights flashed behind your eyes, like fireworks at the dead of night. You didn’t register the pain, only his fingers tugging your panties to the side before stroking between your lips, rubbing through wetness that was so prominent that the sound of it echoed in your ears, barely heard above the beating of your own heart.

Two fingers curled into you with no preparation, making your hips jolt, sensitive to his touch as those calluses stroked your insides in a way that wasn’t all that unpleasant. Two fingers turned to three, stretching you so fully that it almost hurt. You could hear someone faintly through the noise of your heartbeat and your own wetness. They were moaning, soft and gasp like, they sounded so needy. Desperate. Was that you? It sounded like you. But you couldn’t feel those noises coming out of your throat.

His fingers were gone, so suddenly that you heard the voice keen in what sounded like dismay. Price cooed at the sound, petting your cheek gently.

“Don’t worry, Lovey. Just wanna taste ya before I give ya something better.” He tells you, pecking your lips before kissing his way through your cleavage and down your belly, big hands rubbing at your thighs as he hooks them over his shoulders as his mouth makes its way to your pussy, tongue flicking against your clit in a way that was almost playful. His eyes sparkled at the way you wiggled at it, doing it again and again as you moved more desperately before he finally had mercy on you and took your clit fully into his mouth, giving it a rough suckle.

Your back arched, the voice keened so loudly that you were sure others would hear. Price chuckled, sending vibrations across that sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn’t remember why you were here, how you got beneath him, could only focus on how he slipped his tongue inside you, wiggling it around to try and taste every inch he could, his beard scratching at your skin and his nose rubbing against your clit.

“Taste so good love.” He murmured when he finally pulled back for air, lapping at your lips, keeping a strong grip on your hips when they tried to rise to meet his mouth. Then he was back at it, making you writhe and cry as he worked you over with his tongue and lips, unraveled you little bit by little bit until your slick painted him face, your legs trembling, belly coiled tight and hot as your orgasm rolled through you, leaving you aching and tired down to your very bones.

He kissed your clit, rough and messy before he moved his way back up your body, licking a long stripe from your pubic bone all the way to your neck where he started sucking, sure to leave bruises that, even if not seen, would be felt for days.

“Fuckin perfect, Love.” He tells you, nudging you to face him instead of the wall. The overhead light shone above him, shadowing his face. It made him look like an Angel.

Or a monster.

He kissed you then, his tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself with hints of his whiskey as an aftertaste. You let him, your hands weakly gripping at the sheets below your body. Your body didn’t feel right. You felt sluggish and tired.

Something prodded at your pussy, slipping through your wetness before sliding all the way into the very base, filling you some completely and perfectly that you actually shed a tear, a shuddering gasp leaving your lips.

“That’s it, Lovey. You’re being such a good girl. Knew you wanted it.” Price groaned, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of your head as he jerked his hips once, twice, three times before stopping, trying to gain some semblance of control over himself. “Just needed to be shown how good I could make you feel.”

You didn’t say anything. He didn’t seem to care.

“Ye’re mine, Love. My good girl. My Sargent.” He panted, his thrusts slow but no less rough. “Gonna fill your pretty pussy, yeah? Give you a baby. Show everyone how you’re mine with a little one that looks like me on your hip. You’ll give it to me, won’t you?”

You didn’t respond. Your vision flickered in and out, black spots taking over your sight.

Price didn’t seem to like that, his hands wrapping around your throat. They were just there at first but they got tighter the longer your silence continued. You felt numb. You couldn’t breathe-

You blacked out.

You woke up sometime later in what you were sure was the infirmary, something leaking from you with the smell of Price’s cigars enveloping the room. You didn’t have to look, you knew he was there.

You shut your eyes again and just cried.

#call of duty #cod #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #John price #john price x reader #non-con

[xoalin4-xota-linda]

VIKING!NIKTO

I am so, so sorry this took so long. Haven’t been in the best mood lately and lost motivation to write. But I got a little baby birdie the other week, he is three weeks old now and I am in a better mood.

So here is the Viking!nikto hc (or half story, I don’t really know where I was going with this but I tried) Sorry if it isn’t how you hoped/would have liked.

WARNINGS: Non-con?/dub-con?/kidnapping/unwanted touching/murder/blood/mention of slavery?(They are Vikings after all)/mention of rape(not directed at ‘user’)/piv.

Again, deeply sorry it took so long. And forgive me if any mistakes in the writing

Nikto wasn’t a kind man, killed many too much people in times that wasn’t needed. But the king always forgave the violent Viking, he was a good fighter after all, he would be needed in raids or wars to come.

Despite his often violent actions, he was quite popular amongst the women. He had a good body, he was strong, a good fighter and he was decently good looking, and he was just really good with sex. So it wasn’t a surprise to know he had most likely fucked half the women in his village. After all, who is he to deny a woman that comes to him asking for some pleasure?

He often had sex to release some of his pent up anger which seemingly spawns out of nowhere, in a less violent way. He had a few acquaintances, he wouldn’t dare call them friends, he just tolerated them the most. So he was well known in his village for being a woman pleaser and a skilled fighter.

He enjoyed the attention— not all of it, he hated when too much attention was on him. He only wanted people to know who he was, what he has done, and fear him. Nothing more than that. But he didn’t mind the attention from the women, he loved that, and he thrived in it, knowing that he can always get a woman to let him pound his cock into.

That was until that one, fatal day. The day where he was no longer the same person— fuck, he didn’t even know who he was anymore. He could barely feel his hands that much anymore, his face felt stiff, the skin melted together in parts, burnt. His body littered in scars, burn marks from when they had thrown a torch onto him. His face, he doesn’t even want to look at it. Hates seeing it in the reflection in the lakes he cleans himself in, hated seeing the fact that his mouth was in a permanent snare.

He would do anything, take all the pain in the world, if it meant his face would be normal again. He doesn’t even know how he is alive, he swore he had died that day, he wishes he did, then maybe he would have been spared this life of pain and humiliation.

It’s funny how much scars can change someone, mentally and physically. He heard things, people, more than one, or is there just one? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore, the peace of death or the feeling of killing someone with his bare hands again, both sound pleasing.

He didn’t get much attention from women that much more, often times they looked disgusted or scared. It was funny in a way, how people easily give up on someone after their looks change. He can’t blame them tho, he would be disgusted too. The men didn’t seem to care that much for it, they seemed quite pleased in a way, they got more women after all.

So he wears a mask to cover his face, save him the humiliation. It was uncomfortable but he got used to it quickly, it put more weight onto his body as it was metal. But he felt comforted in a way, the mask was now his face, less gruelling, less hideous.

Kill, Kill, Kill. That was the only thing going through nikto’s mind, kill them all, his axe piercing through a man’s back as the pain had tried to run, blood pooling out of his mouth as he drops to the floor. Nikto chest rising fast and heavy, his eyes wide and pupils small in an almost animalistic way. He loved this, the blood, the screams, the horror of it all.

On to the next, another man dead, another life taken by nikto’s hands, or axe in other words. Blood splattered on his mask, hands and axe dripping with it, the ground red as screams go off around him. A raid, he loved them, loved destruction, loved the fear in the people’s eyes as Vikings raid their land, taking the women and some of men to use as slaves, slaughtering the people that resided here.

Nikto wasn’t really into all the kidnapping shit, he was there for the death, none of the rape and slavery stuff. He wanted to kill people that’s all, that’s the only thing he is good at. But when he saw you, something changed in him, he completely forgot about the man he was currently killing, his axe logged into the man’s side as the man cries in pain on the ground. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were.. beautiful. Okay, maybe not the number one beautifulest person, but on the Gods you were the beautifulest he has seen.

You were different, instead of crying and pleading on your knees like the other women, you had a knife in your hand, stabbing it into the neck of one of his village buddies who was trying to grab you. I mean, sure, he has seen women kill in his village, a lot actually, a couple were in on the raids. But it was different coming from you, you dressed differently from the women in this village he was raiding, you looked odd compared to the other women.

You were trying to protect yourself and get out of the village, but the other people that were running were in your way. He never found the idea of taking a woman for himself that pleasing, he used to get them all the time, but that was years ago, when he actually had looks. But Gods be dammed if he was going to let this opportunity go. Taking his axe and logging it through the man’s skull, shutting him up.

Walking over to you, his eyes locked onto your form and yours only, pushing some of the people out of the way, he needed to get to you, it was as if his body willed him to do that and that only. He watched as you saw him at the last second, turning around and trying to stab him. But completely failed as he snatched your wrist, he picked you up hoisted your body over his shoulder, as if you weighed nothing. You didn’t! Not much to him anyway, you were easy to carry. If he ignored your squirming around and your fists hitting his back that is.

Oh, oh you were perfect, perfect for him, if only you would stop screaming and crying that is. He is going to give you a good life, back at his small house tucked away in the trees, away from the village, but in his home. A little trophy you were, a feisty one that is, but hey, he always liked a bit of a challenge.

Tho he hadn’t anticipated the fact that you wouldn’t be used to the weather in his village, it was almost winter, and soon snow would cover every part of ground. Back where he had saved you kidnapped you you didn’t have snow, you had cold weathers but not this cold. You were freezing your ass off, teeth chattering and fingers numb.

Nikto and his horrible ability to look after anything that is alive, he forgot to get you extra clothes for your small, weak body. You had gotten sick within the first week. And now nikto had to go back to the village and try to get some herbs and thicker clothes to keep you warm, he wouldn’t want his slave to die just yet.

Thankfully he had managed to help you over your sickness, getting you back to health. Tho, that is where the problems started. He kept his house warm, gave you thick clothes and even offered to help you warm up (tired to have sex with you). He fed you, decently enough. He kept you warm, gave you a house to live in, didnt try and force himself on you yet. didn’t give you your own bed sadly, you had to share one with him. But other than that, he had given you everything you could have possibly needed!

So this is how you repay him, by smashing the leg of the wooden chair that was in his house over his head when he had came through the front door. Using the fact he had stumbled over and grabbed the back of his head in pain as your advantage, and running out the door. Stupid thing to do.

A man like him only had so much patience, and he just happens to have little of it. But he had tried to be patient with you, he was slow with everything, didn’t go overboard with touching you, even tho he wanted nothing more then to stuff his fat cock into your cunt the moment he saw you.

So why did you have to run? Had he not given you enough stuff to keep you here? Had he done something wrong? Possibly not! He saved you from that stinky village you were in, saved you from working at that farm, around shit and mud. Given you a home to do nothing, no work, nothing but to please him in.

So why?

He had asked himself as he trailed after you, did you really think you could get away from him? Or were you just stupid? He could see your footprints in the show, trailing out into the forest. His head was bleeding, making his shirt become dark coloured, and he felt a bit dizzy. You had a strong hit, that was for sure, left a painful ache in his head. He couldn’t let you get away with that, no, not after everything he has done for you.

It was easy to find you, well you gave him a bit of trouble, you had gotten pretty far in the amount of time you left, farther then he thought you would make it. But he knew the forest well, knew where everything was, knew where to look, so it didn’t take him long.

You had run though the cold forest, the snow slowing you down a bit, luckily it wasn’t that thick, because holy fuck it was hard to run in it. You were panting, lips turning blue and face stinging, it was freezing and the wind didn’t help. You didn’t even know where you were running, but you didn’t care, as long as it got you away from that lunatics place.

Did he really think you were going to stay there? Think you were going to fold and bend over for him since he gave you food and clothes? By the Gods no, absolutely not. You couldn’t even understand him! Only the simple words he knew how to say so you would understand, ‘eat’ ‘sleep’ ‘stay’ and a couple others.

You hated it there, he was creepy and old, a stinky old man! That is what he was, forcing you to lay in the same bed as him, wrapping his arms around you so you are immobilised and unable to move. Having to feel his strong chest up against your back, breathe against your shoulder as it passed through the mask he wore. Hands occasionally moving to touch your thighs or to straight up grope your tits

Not to mention when he baths you, he was kind enough to warm the water by boiling it but that wasn’t the point! You had tried to argue with him, tried to tell him to get out of the room or to turn around so he wouldn’t see you. Which he definitely understood what you meant but didn’t care, forcing you into the wooden tub, naked and exposed. Luckily you had managed to convince him to let you clean yourself instead of him doing it.

Like hell you were going to stay in that place, he even had this weird dog looking thing— definitely wasn’t a dog. But you didn’t know what it was, but it was just as creepy and scary as him. And it stunk! Talk about being related to a mutt, no wonder they got along. But this wasn’t the time to think of that, you had to run, get away remember?

Yes, that is what you were supposed to do, run, escape and never return to that maniacs hut. You weren’t supposed to feel a hand grab the back of your neck, nor being thrown into the snowy ground as a tall figure stands over you. This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go! Why can’t the Gods give you at least some luck? Did you upset them with something? Because you would beg and plead for how ever many years it’ll take if it meant they’ll spare you from the absolute, horrifying glare this man is sending you.

He was pissed, no, more than that, the man looked like he was about to rip you apart limb to limb. You wanted to take back what you did— say that you’ll be good and please him if it meant he wouldn’t drag you back by your hair and chain you up outside his place like you were a dog, out in the freezing snow with noting back a thin, stinky, dress. You really do wish you hadn’t done that, should have waited longer maybe, when he wasn’t in the house.

But no, now you were suffering the consequences. At least he didn’t beat you to death like you half expected he would have done when he had dragged you back, tho you half wish he would if it meant he wouldn’t leave you outside for hours in the snow until it felt like your limbs were about to fall off.

You were so, so cold, lips bluish purple, hands numb and you could barley feel your feet! His house was mere feet away, but you couldn’t get to it, the chain around your neck keeping you tired down to a wooden stake outside. Your eyes half lidded and you felt as if this was your end, you time had finally come. At least you would get to see your family again, because you doubt they managed to escape the Vikings.

But just as you felt like you were going to pass out, your light in shining armour came out, your kidnapper. You don’t know if you should feel thankful or wish you were left out there for longer. But he had brought you inside, put you into the tub of heated water and made sure you didn’t drown in it as he surprisingly gently bathed you and got you warm. The room was warm, the fire which had warmed up the pots of water keeping the hut lighted and warm.

You didn’t fight him, you couldn’t even, you were too cold, but slowly the warmth was coming back into your body. He had taken you out, dried you, and Brought you to the bed he shared with you. You still felt cold tho, the warm bath didn’t warm deep inside you unfortunately. But don’t worry, he’ll help with that, he’ll make sure you are very, very warm.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t THAT rough, he didn’t tear at your skin and eat you alive like you imagined him too. His hands running along your body, groping at your breasts even as you whimpered and protested, but still too weak to push him away. He looked like a feral beast right now, or just a horny old man. Shoulders rising and falling fast, heavy breathing, eyes wide and pupils dilated, bare hands gripping your thighs as he shuffled between them.

He had such rough hands, and the top part of his pinkie finger missing on his right hand along with dints and burn marks along his large hands. He looked like he didn’t know what to do for a second— had it really been that long since the man got some pussy? Yes, seven years since the the man only used his hand.

He was even shaking! A bulge in his pants, fuck, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was drooling underneath that mask of his. He didn’t take it off, and part of you is glad, you didn’t particularly want to see the face of the man who had literally kidnapped you and forced you to live in his home, and now was about to fuck you to help you get warm, after he had locked you outside.

You were scared, terrified honestly, afraid of what this man was going to do to your poor pussy, what this VIKING was going to do to your poor pussy. You had had sex before, with a few village boys back In your home but they were all your age, immature boys who didn’t really know what to do. You didn’t know if he was going to be brutal with it or not, if he would leave your pussy ruined and aching in pain. He was a Viking after all, and from what you read, all of them are rough, cruel, and nasty.

But you didn’t have much time to think about it, because his hand was already down there, spreading your lips to him with his index and middle finger, his other hand holding your waist to keep you put as you tried to squirm away. A cry of— pain? Pleasure? Leaving your lips as a finger thrusted onto you, stretching your walls which left you gripping the fur of the bed. It hurt slightly, the stretch, but at the same time felt slightly good. But then he added two more, which stretched you wider and made you cry out as they thrusted in and out of you. Preparing you, not forcing himself inside like a desperate mutt.

But it wasn’t long until you got the full thing, you hated to admit it, but he was fucking good. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your legs wrapped tighter around his thick hips, his fat cock plunging deep inside your sopping pussy. He was big, a thick and decently long cock, and it was.. how do you say it in the most pleasant way— it was half burnt. Simple as that, a scratchy feeling to it as it slid along your walls, it wasn’t unpleasant, it heightened the experience for you actually! It felt good, and he was hitting all the right places.

You doubt he could feel that side of it tho, but he still felt the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, that was obvious by the way he was panting and groaning into your neck like a dog on heat. Rutting up into your cunt over and over and OVER again. You were so tight, warm, fuck you were perfect for him, you felt so good. A pretty little thing you were, even tho you were a fucking brat and had basically tried to kill him earlier. He would forgive you for that, as this was the perfect apology you could give him, even tho he had taken it forcefully from you.

But you were enjoying it, you were moaning loudly and had tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Your hands clawing at his back, leaving scratch marks down his already heavily scarred back. But he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy it, because he did, it felt absolutely fucking delicious to him.

He wish he wasn’t in wearing his mask right now, so he could take one of your bouncing breasts into his mouth, or even to kiss you to shut your moans up. But that will have to be for another time, he wasn’t ready just yet, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be. But he isn’t going to dwell on it that much, not when he had a pretty feisty little lady to fuck his kids into.

By the end of the night, you were definitely warmed up, wrapped in the arms of a large, sweaty man who practically clings to your body. Hands groping your tits as his masked face lays against the back of your neck, the feeling of his semen still leaking out of your swollen, aching cunt. He did leave it aching in the end, but at least it wasn’t in pain.

Ok, I might have gone overboard with it. It honestly wasn’t supposed to be this long, lmao.

Sorry if this was shit, I tried, and took fucking forever to make, I’ll take all the blame for that😔

Please tell me if it’s shit or not and if there is another warning I should put in because I missed something. Thank you for reading of you got this far🙏

#call of duty #call of duty hc #cod nikto #nikto #call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #x reader #Viking!nikto #Vikings #Viking nikto #Viking!nikto x reader #sorry if this is shit #hc #headcanons #I think it’s headcanons #non-con #kidnapping #unwanted touching

[shibara]

A n O b s e s s i o n

#vaderwan #obikin #non-con #dead-dove #gore #? #I wasn't sure but there's a lot of scarring idk #I needed to do at least ONE proper illustration of these characters before the vacations end #such a great and terrible dynamic they have TwT #Back to work it is now #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Darth Vader #Star Wars #will probably post closeups later #mySWart #myart

[meigui-jin]

Hey do you think you could do some yandere headcanons for Hantengu and his clones?

Plot: `Yandere Hantengu Headcanons´

| ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ |

Warning!: Blood/Gore, Kidnapping, abuse, nudity, non-con mentioned, blood drinking, no proofread.

Note: Thanks for the request, this(these) demon(s) needs more love! Urami was excluded because he acts exactly like Hantengu 👀 This piece is also kind of long—

|English is not my first language|

Hantengu is a strange character

There could be a multitude of reasons as to why he feels for you. It could be anything really, treating him nicely in his human life, a passing glance, or that he found you pretty.

Which sends his mind into a delirious frenzy, making up a delusion that there was something there. The way his heart leaped into his throat, what a wonderful feeling that was. And it was overwhelming.

There was something about you that he needed. And he falls hard.

Not that you'd ever know of any of this. As Hantengu is a coward, only ever sticking to the shadows. He is big on stalking his beloved since he himself wouldn't be able to withstand you're mere presence, as if you were the sun itself.

Though he is possessive, Hantengu would seeth in jealousy whenever anyone would even come within five feet of his beloved, not even family members are an exception. As he deludes himself in the fantasy where he's obligated to you, and he alone. This occurs often when he stalks, though, he does not trust his clones to not do anything rash. So he just watches and let's his frustrations out later. When your not around.

He has convinced himself that everyone is mean and cruel. Which applies to everyone around you. He and his clones take no problem in eliminating anyone he sees as a threat. Which- sadly for you- is almost everyone.

They are just doing it to protect you, keep their love safe. Is that so wrong to do?

One of his clones would probably be the one to finally pluck you from your old home and bring you to your new one. The one with the highest chance of kidnapping you is Sekido.

You never stood a chance really, their upper rank four for a reason. And once they have you unconscious, they would whisk you away to an abandoned- yet stable home of a poor family who happened to be devoured by the demons not too long ago.

Hantengu is completely baffled and heartbroken at your aversion to him. The scared look in your eyes makes him jump in his own skin and crawl away. He didn't like this expression- not one bit.

Hantengu tries to make it as comfortable as possible for you- at least what he thinks would help. But it just makes it worse, he merely views it as homesickness rather than his own disgusting behavior.

As in his mind he's made up the delusion that the two of you were madly in love.

Hantengu doesn't seem to recognize his own strength at times- forcibly keeping you in his hold or strained kisses where he doesn't seem to notice the tears or pleas. Though he never does anything more than that. As his heart might fail if he did anything else.

Even if you claw away his skin- he sees it as a loving gesture. Bonding. He would also bring gifts- to try and show you that he wasn't like those mean people. That you can trust him.

He's extremely lenient and 'kind' towards you. He sees that you can do no wrong at all. The same way he victimizes himself to guilt trip you into staying or doing something with him. No matter how mundane it is.

Hantengu is extremely gullible when it comes to you. Though he's not stupid enough to just outright let you go- it's that he's the only one you even have a chance at escaping with through manipulation. But it can backfire immensely, your sudden switch to a more sweeter- doting nature may spur his delusions even further.

And when he can't physically be there, he would leave one of his clones to watch over you.

Sekido is probably the worst out of all of them. He doesn't care what you want. He does whatever because he can and there's no way that you could stop him. Even his brothren have trouble keeping him in check.

Sekido has no problem letting his everlasting anger out on you. Even if you weren't the one to cause it.

Which never ends pretty- foul names, red scratches, marks, bruises, broken bones... He never has an ounce of pity or mercy. His punishments are always extreme, he can't control his own anger. He doesn't even apologize for the abuse he puts on you almost constantly.

Sekido does has his moments though. Usually in silence, sitting in the room you've been locked in for God knows how long- just staring.

But those are rare occurrences, other times he just banters off on whatever pissed him off at the moment.

He says he loves you, but you're damn sure that's a lie.

As mentioned before Sekido doesn't care what you want. Often forcing you to partake in extremely uncomfortable situations. Bathing together, striping you nude and just staring- Sekido really does have a staring problem.

Personal space doesn't exist with him either. You'd be sitting, standing- whatever you would be doing Sekido would just slot himself as close as possible to you.

And if you even dare try to move away, or even get some breathing room. He'd have you pinned immediately, it's unfair really. How weak you were against him. He often used that as an advantage against you.

Sekido would get you stuff he thinks you may like. It's extremely awkward however.

Sekido really likes the taste of your blood. Sure his brothren do as well. But not... This much... It's almost on sight when he returns and immediately sinks his sharp fangs into your plush flesh- almost taking too much blood at times and leaving you unconscious.

Sekido incredibly intelligent, so trying an escape attempt when he is the one watching over you- might as well say goodbye to your legs because he may snap them completely off if he gets angry enough. And trust me it's extremely easy to make this demon see red.

Sekido be one of the only ones to actually do anything sexual with you. Sekido uses sex as both a punishment and an award. Either way, if you struggle and fight him or not.

Especially after the first time he had defiled you- it was addicting to feel you so closely intimate. He almost forgot why he was so mad in the first place. Almost.

Sekido might even try and convince or force the others to do it as well.

Aizetsu is- interesting, to say the least.

He is extremely whiney- it shocked you when the demon got on his knees and begged you to just embrace him- he would do anything for any sort of attention.

Aizetsu is extremely desperate, as he's finally feeling something other than sorrow. And he will devote himself entirely to you for letting this new light into his life.

He's extremely stand-offish as he's content with just basking in your presence alone. It's enough for him.

Other than Urogi, Aizetsu is one of the least life threatening one's. He still punishes you yes, but at least it's not breaking your bones or violating you. The most he would do is lock you in somewhere with no contact to himself or his brothren- which starts some fights.

Aizetsu would protect you- at least from bleeding to death. He never- ever would stand up to his brothren. Only helping you with any injuries you sustained by them.

Quiet apologies on their behalf. Though he does say that you acted out of line- and that's why they had to do it- because they love you is all. To forgive them.

Aizetsu would guilt trip you into doing things with him. Intentionally or not. He would tear up if you said no, saying that maybe he wasn't good enough. He never was. When this happens he doesn't even realize that he even is guilting you into letting him play with your hair- feed you- bath you. Really Aizetsu wants to be as close as possible.

Aizetsu is extremely dependent on you, emotionally and physically. So hours are wasted away with him just holding you. It can be any sprt of physical interaction. Holding hands, hugging, anything really.

Urogi is extremely hyper, bouncing from one train of thought to the next. Those of which usually involve random things such as, how were you doing? Had you eaten today? What were you doing right now, ect. He wants to know every last detail of anything and everything that happens with you.

He loves seeing the emotions spread across your face. Whether it be fear, content, pleasure. He finds it all cute.

Urogi is the only one that lets you outside- to the displeasure of his brothren. Small walks with you squirming on his shoulder with such cute doe eyes never fails to make him smile.

Urogi doesn't punish you at all. Sharing the belief you could do no wrong. Other than that you were convinced to do it or there was an alterior motive to any sort of defiance. Urogi would even compliment your abilities when he finds you again. Clapping with a big lazy grin at how far you managed to go this time.

He enjoys the chase, sometimes intentionally letting you escape just to track you down. It's fun to him.

Urogi would often take baths with you. Cooing and softly complimenting you as he helps you wash off, even as you shy away, he'd just grab your forearm and pull you back. Laughing at how cute you were being.

He's also very hyper- like mentioned beforehand. The most Urogi wants to do is spend and know as much about you as he can. Braiding your hair (no matter how short or long it is), if you don't have any he'd do origami with you, sing randomly, draw, talk, cook, sit in silence, kiss. It's fascinating how quick he can jump from one activity to another. As it's all fun to Urogi.

Karaku is obviously the most lenient out of them all. Being Hantengus personification of Relaxation.

Karaku never really speaks unless spoken too- seeing no need since the two of you seemed to just- know what the others thinking. At least he thinks so.

Karaku absolutely loves just lazing around with you, not like you'd be able to run off either. Karaku doesn't seem to be all that aware but trust me, he's alert at all times. Any form of opening a window, door, ceiling, wall- anything he's already beside you in a blink of an eye.

Karaku's punishments are weird- it's not directed at you- per se.

He would force you to inflict damage on himself, being a demon and all it heals really quickly- but this could last hours. Climbing the extremes untill you mentally can't go further.

Cutting off his tongue, gouging out his eyes, taking his heart out of his chest and laying it at your feet.

Karaku, like Urogi, doesn't think that any retaliation is of your own will.

Though, Karaku is a bit masochistic, driving pleasure from the 'punishment' he's forcing you to do. Even if your not physically harming him. Watching your face morph into various states of horror watching him mangle himself.

Karaku never calls you by your name- only random things that come to mind when he thinks about you, "Shortie", seems to be his favorite.

As shared with all of Hantengu's clones, Karaku genuinely thinks you're in love. He is more gentler than the others.

Doesn't mean much as Karaku tries to get you to eat human flesh from time to time.

He loves making any part of your face bleed, especially your lips, then lick the blood from it. He doesn't know why but that disgusted aroma and goosebumps always make him smile. And hungry.

Karaku is most likely the most addicted to your blood- beating Sekido by a long shot.

He would literally not stop- only sucking at your punctured neck slower when he was close to taking too much. He would either fall asleep or get pried off by you or one of his brothren to actually stop. Karaku is smitten by the taste- he'd even take some with him in tiny gourds just to get a taste when he's not near you.

Karaku likes to play with your hair, badly styling it too. Tugging at it and sometimes accidentally ripping some out. He would always apologize for it- even though he's not really sorry.

He would also be the one to try and get you to 'warm up' to them. Trying to set up situations where you either have to do something with them (which is most of the time anyways-) or that you have to talk to them.

Karaku would also sternly yell sometimes when you do something he doesn't like. Mostly when he is lazing about- holding you almost bone crushingly close. Even the slightest move to get off of him would cause him to snap at you. Then Karaku would go back to his relaxed state.

He can switch from calm and relaxed, then jumps to irritated and angry at the slightest things. Making it hard to judge what would set him off. It can literally be standing up too walking around without him. Not like you can explore the almost decrepit house anyways.

One other thing he does is leave punishments to the others sometimes. Too lazy to actually do it himself.

Though Zohakuten, is most likely the worst out of all of them.

Having the temperament of Sekido, the masochism of Urogi, Karaku's unpredictability and Aizetsu's gaslighting is truly the worst. Having enough power to literally bend you to his will isn't a good thing.

Zohakuten is the incarnations of Hantengu's emotions and desires. He will do whatever he wants with out hesitation. And has the audacity to turn it on you. It's your fault he's the way he is- you made him do it. He implanted this mindset that you have no idea what your doing- you need him.

Hes more level headed then Sekido- not irrationally jumping to breaking your bones into tiny little pieces. Not when he can just cage you with his blood demon art. The wood is impossibe to break without a sword or any external help. So he confidently knows your stuck.

Zohakuten would also use his Art for other things. Dragging you to him when your being 'fussy' (is what he says), or holding you in place.

He shares the staring problem. He can do so, unblinking, for hours at a time.

Surprisingly, he doesn't like making you bleed. Zohakuten would rather just restrain you than harm you himself. Though he does cut his own flesh- much like Karaku, though.

Zohakuten is parinoid, he's at least fifth in the most parinoid out of every kny yandere. If you fall ill once for an extended period of time, he starts to panic. Belive it or not they don't want you to die, so Zohakuten would impulsively turn you into a demon. Even if whatever was wrong wasn't even fatal.

Overall, each one of them are so stuck in their own delusions- that even trying to dispute what they believe would land in harsh punishments.

With all five of them- it's entirely impossible to even try escaping by yourself. It's incredibly rare that anyone would even find you anyways. Everyone who's already tried are six feet under.

They mostly don't care what your wishes are. Being selfish and in a constant state of self-victimizing causes them to lash out at you or others. Genuinely believing that they know what's best. That they are in the right and your just being manipulated or stubborn to not accept it.

A truly unfortunate fate indeed.

Thank you for waiting, sorry a lot came up and I haven't been able to get too this, I also ran out of idea halfway through... I didn't add Urami because his personality matched Hantengus way to much- though I hope you enjoyed!

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#yandere #yandere kny #Hantengu #Sekido #Aizetsu #yandere hantengu #upper moon four #x gn reader #non-con #abuse #Blood/Gore #anon #Méīguī-Jīn answers #mild nudity #almsot nc-cannibalism #zohakuten #karaku #urogi

[depravitymoon]

The Dark Side Of Narancia (cont)

This is part 2 to my Yandere Narancia post. I wanted the previous post to still be considered Safe For Work horror. Now, this post gets more violent and Not SFW. Furthermore, thank you guys SO MUCH for getting it over 250+ notes. I was not expecting it to get that popular. 

Note: Some of Narancia’s dialogue is in all caps. Yes, I know that can be annoying but it’s on purpose because Narancia’s being annoyingly unhinged.

Warning: Violence, Dub-Con, Non-Con, Knifeplay.

Level 7: 

For most darlings, they’d only see Level 6 Narancia. Level 7 Narancia is if you really insist he’s an asshole and to destroy his delusions.

This results in Narancia getting violent with you. He holds you down and warns you to stop being an ass. 

If you continue to resist, he’ll cut you.

If you keep trying to fight him (or worse, start a stand fight), he’ll use Aerosmith to shoot up your legs. Have fun trying to fight/escape him now.

Also, your closest loved ones are now free game to injure (or worse).

“I GIVE YOU MY HEART AND YOU FUCKING BETRAY ME?! Whoever is making you feel this way, I WILL FUCKING KILL THEM!”

Not SFW + Level 7: 

Since fucking solves marital problems in movies….. fucking must be the solution to your behavior!

Narancia loves knife play. Plus being on-edge, he’s sliding that knife against your body. 

To clarify, he’s sliding the flat part against your skin…..unless you keeping fighting him.

Typically, the blade part is tearing at your clothes. Don’t worry! Narancia will pay for more clothes! 

Trust Narancia! He’s gonna make you feel so good! 

He’ll overstimulate you without mercy. You’re relaxed, right? You forgive him, right? 

While he tries to fuck you gently, he's too mad. He ends up fucking you like he hates you.

It's a good thing he still preps you, because his thrusts show no mercy.

C’mon! You’ll never find a lover that can please you like he can! He’s not stopping until you forgive him!

Narancia has high stamina, so it is possible for him to go multiple rounds a night.

You’ll be forced to forgive him if you want the ‘love making’ to end. 

“I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, MIELO! SAY IT! SAY IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” “STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! I WORK SO HARD FOR US TO WORK! I ALREADY SAID SORRY! FUCKING FORGIVE ME ALREADY!” 

Not SFW + Level 1 to 6:

Narancia's thoughts on consent? OPTIONAL. You're not in the mood? You dont want to fuck Narancia at all? Just let him fuck you and you'll change your mind! You wont regret it.

Knifeplay is still there, but if he’s in a good mood, you can talk him down and he’ll discard the switchblade.

He focuses on getting you off. Oral is his favorite method. He’s always worried his hands are too rough for fingering/Handjobs.

He’ll still overstimulate you and pleasure you without mercy. How can you think about other people when he treats you so good?! 

Only an idiot can't see how good he is to you and he knows you're smarter than that!

He’ll force you to look him in the eyes while you two fuck missionary.

“Mielo! Don’t look away! You have so many sexy faces! It drives me wild!” 

Extra Notes:

Narancia doesn’t like being considered a baby nor cute. That doesn’t stop him from acting like a cute baby to his advantage. Just dont say it to his face. 

Narancia also pays your bills to keep you dependent on him. This is an aged up Narancia, so he should have some semblance of  adult responsibilities.

I still can’t see him kidnapping you. I dont think Narancia really wants that responsibility and I doubt the Bucci gang would allow him to take him that responsibility. Invading your home and paying the bills seems more efficient.

When Narancia doesn’t care about someone, he’s extremely willing to resort to violence.  Even burn down a whole street, remember? Before he tries to hurt you, he will hurt your loved ones. 

In fact, Narancia can unintentionally blackmail you into obeying him. I say unintentionally because he was about to stab your cousin for insisting you dump Narancia, but you doing what Narancia wants distracts him from his bloodlust. 

Conclusion

Narancia may be the cutest yandere of the Bucci Gang, but he's not harmless. As a consequence of being so childlike, he's unhinged and prone to temper tantrums. Personally, I'd suggest manipulating him so his dark side is tolerable. Just dont make it obvious you're manipulating him, because he will take betray harder than anyone else.

#yandere #narancia #Yandere Narancia #yandere narancia x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #yandere narancia ghirga x reader #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #Golden Wind #narancia x reader #narancia ghirga #non-con #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #not sfw #tw.violence #jojo bizarre adventure #JJBA #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #jojo's bizzare adventure

[stevethemomharrigton]

The Pantie theft.

I know this is different from what I normally post, but I thought of this for a long time now...well I mean I just started thinking it last night, since there weren’t enough of these.

The Panties theft: Eddie x innoncet reader

Warnings: TW Somnophilia, TW Non-con, smut, oral (M receiving), name calling, pet names, unprotected sex, Breeding kink, overstimulation, darkEddie, fingering and penetration, 18+, yandereEddie

Summary: The reader and Eddie have been best friends since they were kids. Reader didn’t know that Eddie formed feelings her when they were in middle school, and soon it developed into a obsession. Eddie likes to sneak into Reader’s room at night, and have his way with her, since he knows he has no chance when she’s awake.

It was late at night and Y/N was peacefully sleeping in her bed. She snuggled her teddy bear that her best friend Eddie Munson bought for her when they were kids. 

Y/N’s bedroom window slowly opened up and a young boy crawled his way into her room. This boy is none other than Eddie Munson, Y/N’s best friend.

He almost tripped over his own two feet, but he stuck the landing. He then walked over to Y/N’s bed and looked down at her sleeping body. He gasped a little bit, at the sight that he was seeing.

Y/N was wearing a Hellfire shirt that he gave to her...after he used it to jack to and came all over it. He never washed it when he gave it to her, and he knew that didn’t either. He got hard at the idea of Y/N wearing his cum.

Eddie then looked over to Y’N’s drawer and opened it up. He knew it was her underwear drawer, with the amount of times he’s been through it. He grabbed a pair of underwear and then closed the drawer.

He walked over to Alice’s hamper of clean clothes, and undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He reached into his pants and pulled out his dick. He then used the underwear that he stole to jack himself off, while looking over at Y/N’s bed.

Eddie: “*Groans* Oh fuck~! Yes~!”

He picked up his speed, and keep an close eye on Y/N’s body, to make sure she doesn’t wake up. He doesn’t know how she feels about him, and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. 

Eddie: “*Groans* Fuck, that’s it~! Yes, baby, just like that~!”

Y/N turned to her side, facing Eddie, but he knew that she was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t stop jacking himself off. In fact he picked up his speed, and stared Y/N’s face.

Eddie: “*Groans* Yes, Y/N~! Just like that~! God, you’re making me feel so good~!”

He could feel that he was close and so he angled his dick down, and jacked himself faster.

Eddie: “*Groans* Yes~! Y/N baby, take it~! Take my cum like a good girl~!”

With that, he came all over Y/N’s clean clothes. He took a deep breath and then walked over to the bed. He got onto the bed. He sat at Y/N feet, and started rubbing this dick.

Eddie: “I know this is wrong...but I want to be in you tonight, baby~!”

He used his knee to spread Y/N’s legs a part, he then scooted closer in between her legs. He reached down to lifted up Y/N’s nightgown up past her stomach. He almost came at the sight of her pretty white cotton panties with a red little bow. 

Eddie; “Oh my~ Aren’t these just adorable~! You dressed pretty for me N/N~?”

He reached his hand down and slide the panties to the side. He then used his middle finger to find her slit, moving them back and forth. This caused Y/N to moan softly in her sleep, and Eddie had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning out loud.

He waits for a moment, and once he’s sure she wasn’t going to wake up, his thumb found her clit ad rub it. Y/N’s breathe hitches, and she moans softly, this caused Eddie to get even harder and he uses his other hand to jack himself off.

Eddie: “*Groans* You like that baby~? You like it when I rub your clit~?

His eyes shut as he pushed his middle finger into Y/N’s hole, warm and wet, but also so tight...even though the amount of times he has done this to her. It’s like she’s still a virgin and that’s what he likes.

He wanted to fuck Y/N, so he quickly pulled his finger out of her, and lined his dick to her hole. He pushed himself into Y/N, and he groaned out in pleasure.

She felt so good, and he can’t feel bad with her cunt gripping his dick so tightly like this. He pulled back before thrusting back gently into her. Y/N moaned out and clung to the bedsheets. 

Eddie smirked smugly at that and he thrusted slow and deep. He watches as Y/N’s face contorts into pleasure, her mouth hanging open as she pants. 

Eddie: “You like that N/N~! You like it when I shove my cock into your cunt~! God, yeah you do~! you love my cock like a cat in fucken heat~!”

Eddie loved the way she pants like a cat in heat. He reached his hand down between their bodies and started circling her clit with his fingers. He always likes to make this feel good for her. He wants her to cum with him.

Y/N cried out in pleasure, and she let go of the bedsheets, and instead clung onto Eddie’s arms. He felt her walls tightens around his dick, and this let him know that she was cumming. 

Eddie: “*Groans* Fuck yeah baby~! Cum on my cock like a dirty girl you are~! Squeeze around me~!”

He started rubbing Y/N’s clit faster, and she cried out in pleasure. Eddie started thrusting faster and deeper in Y/N.

Eddie: “*Groans* God your so wet~! So wet for me and ONLY me~!”

He moved his hand away from Y/N’s clit, and placed it next to her head, and grabbed a fist full of her bedsheets. He placed his other hand on her waist. Y/N moaned out a name, but Eddie didn’t hear her at all.

Eddie: “W-What was that *Groans* baby? D-Did you say *Moans* something?”

Y/N moaned out even more until words started to form.

Y/N: E-Eddie~!”

Eddie looked shocked by that, and he swore there was a shooting star outside. He placed his other hand on the other side of her waist, and picked up his speed. He got even more horner, at the thought of Y/N having a wet dream about him. It made him SO happy to know that she had wet dreams about him and ONLY him.

Eddie: “Yeah baby~! Call out my name~! Come on do it again for me~!”

Y/N:”*Moans* E-E-Eddie~! Ah, t-too big~!”

Eddie laughed and leaned down an smashes his lips on Y/N’s lips. He pushed his tounge into her mouth, and made out with her. Until he pulled a part from her lips,  seeing them swollen a little bit.

Eddie: “Yeah I’m big~! Y-You like *Groans* my big cock~! You want me to *Groans* fuck you with my *Moans* big cock~”!

Y/N moaned out even louder, and Eddie wanted to get a different angle, the angle that hits the spot in Y/N that makes her mush. He grabbed her leg, and threw it over his shoulder, and grabbed her waist, and turned her to her side, and started fucking her while she laid on her side. This caused him to hit that soft spot inside of her, and she cried out.

Y/N: “E-EDDIE~~! Fuck~!”

Eddie laughed and started hitting that spot repeatlly, loving the reaction out of her. He loved it when she screamed his name.

Eddie: “Yeah baby~! Scream my name~! Scream it so your whole neighborhood can hear ya~! I want them all to know how you sound when you get this cunt fucked~!”

He picked up his speed, and Y/N came over his cock again. She cried out and Eddie pulled out of her cunt. He sure did want to cum in her, but he didn’t want this to end. So he laid her back down on her back,. he then laid on top of her, but his dick was in her face, and his face was in her cunt.

He shoved his dick into Y/N’s mouth, and stuffed his face into her cunt, and started sucking on her clit. This caused her to moan while choking on his cock. This caused a vibration and he moaned. He shoved his tounge into her cunt, and he picked up his speed, and soon Y/N came again, getting overstimulated. 

Eddie pulled his dick out of her mouth, and then got up. He got back between her legs, and shoved his cock back into her. This caused her to moan again.

Eddie: “I know, you want my cum baby~! I’ll give it to you~!”

He started moving again, slowly, which caused Y/N to moan.

Y/N: T-Too much E-Eddie~! T-Too much~!”

Eddie laughed, and then pulled out of her and flipped her over so that she was laying on her stomach. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her waist up. So her ass was up in the air.

Eddie smirked and lined up his dick, and shoved it back into her. Y/N cried out, as Eddie started moving.

Eddie: “*Groans* God you’re fucken gorgeous~! You make me so horney with all those dresses you wear~! I seen the way that Harrington stares at you~! I don’t like him staring at you like that...like...he can have you~!”

He moved his hand down to Y/N’s clit, and started rubbing it. This caused her to cried out.

Eddie: “Oh, baby, I have a way to stop that from happening~! H-He can’t touch you...if I fuck a baby into you~! God Mrs. Munson, I like that~! I’m gonna fuck a baby into you~!”

He picked up his speed, and Y/N came again. This made Eddie laugh.

Eddie: “Yes~! Cum on my cock~! Squeeze up all my cum~! Want me to breed you like a cat in fucken heat~! God you feel so fucken good N/N~!”

He started to feel himself getting closer, and he moved his hand to Y/N’s mouth, and shoved his fingers inside it. He knew that there was no one home at the moment, since her parents like to leave her all alone to go partying. But he didn’t want the neighborhoods to call the police.

Eddie: “*Groans* I’m close baby~! I’m gonna cum in you this time~! A-And you’re gonna take it like the good girl that you are~! T-Take my cum like a bitch in heat~!”

Y/N cried out as she came, but Eddie picked up his speed. He soon felt it...he was close. Soon he snapped his hips forward, shoving his dick deeper into Y/N, cumming into her.

Eddie: “AH YEAH~! *Pants* God that felt so good~!”

Y/N cried out as she came for what was...I forgot. Her cum mixed with Eddie’s, and some of it leaked out of her aching cunt. Eddie slowly pulled out, but shoved some of the cum back into Y/N;

Eddie: “Can’t have that leaking out of you~. God, you’re gonna love being a mom N/N. Carrying my kid...fuck it’ hot.”

He got off of the bed, letting Y/N fall down. She was panting in her sleep, not knowing what just happened.

Eddie shoved his cock back into his pants, and fixed up his belt. He then left the room, and found a rag. He got it wet, went back to Y/N’s room, and used it to clean off the sweat, and the cum that decided to leave.

He smiled and kissed her lips on last time, and then crawled out through the wndow, and then drove off back to his house. He couldn’t wait to see Y/N the next day at school.

#perveddie #yandere eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #smut #Somnophilia #Non-con #dark eddie munson #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson #twnoncon

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How I Disappeared...

How I Disappeared

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Words: 4.5k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Dark fic. Torture, violence, references to murder, explicit sex, non-con, oral (fr), illegal use of mustache, kidnapping, gore. Relationships: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: You arrived early for your meeting with Ransom Drysdale about a job in publishing. You really shouldn't have...

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The closet door you were cowering behind didn’t do much to muffle the screams of the man they’d been torturing for nearly an hour. There was nothing you could do for whoever they had strapped to the chair in Ransom Drysdale’s posh office.

What the hell is happening?

They’d removed several of the man’s teeth with a rusty pair of pliers as he’d emitted a macabre chorus of pain-filled cries. The last time you dared peer out the slightly opened door, you were horrified to see the car battery. There were jumper cables clamped to the man’s face, burning him until he screamed. You could smell the searing flesh. Those screams become gurgles while he fought hard not to answer the man’s questions.

But eventually, he did answer the questions to make the pain stop.

Your heart raced in your chest. You had to be quiet. It was the only shot you had of getting out of this.

The last peek you took, showed you the poor man’s lead tormentor. A tall, imposing man wearing a polo shirt in shades of mustard and tan. The gray slacks and expensive shoes hinted that he might be someone important. The gold of his pinky ring winked in the light as he moved around the chair, removing the metal clamps from the man’s ruined face.

The tormentor caressed the man’s face with his hand, a gentle gesture.

Whoever he was, you would have found him oddly attractive anywhere else but here. Everything about him from his perfectly trimmed mustache to the precise styling of his hair told you he was methodical, maybe manically so. Now that you could see him, you didn’t move. You stayed right there in the shadows, watching him grin at his tortured victim.

“See? It didn’t have to get this bad, did it?” the man reasoned, leaning down to get on eye level with him. “We all get what we want. I learned what I wanted to know. You now get out of this chair.”

At the subtle motion of his hand, armed men came into view, freeing the man from the chair and hauling him roughly out of it. As the group of them moved out of your view you heard three simple words.

“Make him dead.”

Adrenaline and fear had your body humming as you fought to stay still. Now wasn’t the time to get stupid. All you had to do was sit tight. Wait. Wait until it was quiet, and you didn’t hear anything anywhere around you. And when you were sure you were alone, you’d wait a little longer.

You were going to get out of there.

When the door flew opened, a scream ripped from your throat. You’d made yourself small in the darkness of the coat closet, shaking in mortal terror as you looked up to meet the blue-eyed gaze of the man who appeared to be in charge.

You might have thought his smile was authentic in different circumstances.

“What do we have here?” he asked in a way that led you to believe he had some idea. A spike of fear shot through your heart. “Somehow I didn’t think you made it out of the building.”

When he lunged at you, you scrambled away until your back met the closet wall. His grip on your wrist felt like a vice. With a hard jerk, he yanked you up off the floor. There was little you could do when he wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you out of the closet.

The man was easily twice your size. You fought him but it did little good.

Yeah, you’d reached the part where you should probably be begging for your life. Tears were already filling your eyes and sliding down your face.

But he let you go. Let you stand there in the fading yellow light filtering through the office window. The man just watched you, slowly walking a circle around you and studying you like he was trying to decide something.

How to kill you most likely.

“You were here to meet Drysdale, right?” he asked with deceptive calm. There was an intensity about him that had you flinching. A blue-green storm brewing in this sharp eyes. It made you feel exposed and vulnerable. “You got here early.”

You nodded. You didn’t mean to get there almost an hour early. Just now, you really regretted it.

“Why?” he demanded.

“A j-job offer,” you replied.

The best thing you could do was cooperate, say as little as possible.

“And how did Drysdale run across a sweet thing like you?” Slowly, he walked another circle around you.

Dropping your gaze, you shrugged. “I worked for his mother’s real estate firm. He told me to make an appointment to see him about a job… in publishing.”

Ransom Drysdale was the CEO of one New York’s top publishing houses. You wanted to be an author. It was an offer you couldn’t pass up.

Were they after Ransom Drysdale then?

Your hopes sank as you realized it didn’t matter who the terrifying man stalking you was after. You’d seen something you weren’t supposed to see.

Coming to a stop next to you, the smirk was back.

“He wasn’t going to offer you a job, cupcake,” the man explained. “He was trying to fuck you.”

The stinging truth in those words had you dropping your gaze. Maybe. But given your dismal track record with men, you’d been prepared for such an offer. If men were just going to use you for sex, you may as well get something out it, right?

“Please.” You were blinking back tears. “I’ll tell you anything I know about him. I swear.”

The man chuckled, his perfect white teeth gleaming. “There’s nothing you can tell me about him that I don’t already know.”

Panic had your mind whirling. “I didn’t see anything. I promise.”

“Yes, you did.”

You were about to die.

“I won’t say anything,” you swore, pleading. “I don’t have anyone to t-tell.”

The man took a step closer. “No, you don’t, do you?”

That stopped you. He said your name quietly.

“Your mother is dead, your father was never in the picture,” the man explained. “You have no siblings or extended family. You go away? No one will miss you. You’ll be just another pretty face on a missing poster.”

You cried then. It was over. This was how you disappeared. It was the end.

“M-make it quick,” you whispered. “P-please.”

“Shhh,” he soothed, walking up and pulling you into a hug. The man was warm, solid. The scent he wore subtle. His hands smoothed over your back as you cried there against him, a lamb to the slaughter. “I’m not going to kill you just yet.”

Yet.

“I mean I could kill you and leave you here for him to find.” He spoke so casually like he wasn’t discussing your life. “And he might feel regret.”

Shaking, you just stood there with his arms around you as he impersonally decided your fate.

“But if I really wanted to piss him off, I’d take what he really wanted.”

You were all too afraid you knew what that meant.

Easing back and grinning at you like he was about to tell the best joke in the world, he said, “You’re not my usual type. You’re his. So pretty... But you are desperate, right?”

You were desperate to survive.

The man’s gaze raked over you, over the strappy summer dress you wore today. You could tell his mind was going a mile a minute.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered you.

You couldn’t have heard him correctly. What?

His brows shot up in his amusement. “You’re not commando under there, are you? If you are that will make the next part much easier.”

You shook your head in denial.

“Then take them off,” he told you. “Now.”

Humiliation burned you up from the inside as you quickly reached under your skirt and slid them down, dropping them to your ankles. They were easy to step out of with the flat sandals you wore.

You couldn’t meet his gaze once you’d done as he asked.

“Give them to me,” he ordered.

Was he serious?

“I’m waiting,” he prompted you, his jaw tightening when you chanced to look up.

Unless you wanted him to start pulling out your teeth, you decided it was in your best interest to do as he said.

Fishing them out of the floor, you held out the simple lilac-colored garment with a trembling hand.

That smirk pushed your anxiety higher as he took them from your grasp. You just stared at him when he brought them up, pressed his face into them. Breathing deeply, he took in the smell of you.

When his gaze was back on you, he nodded.

“You do smell good, cupcake.” The heat in those intent eyes had you taking a small step back. “Did Drysdale ever have you before today?”

“No,” you told him, horrified to be having this conversation.

“Not even a taste?”

You shook your head. Sure, the man had hovered over you when you worked for his mother. He tried to find excuses to touch you. He just never had much of an opportunity to do much else.

The laugh was unexpected. “Oh, this is just too fucking easy. But I’ll take it.”

Shoving your panties in the pocket of his slacks, he motioned towards the huge wooden desk that was the centerpiece of the office.

“Go to the desk, walk around to Drysdale’s chair,” he instructed. You felt his gaze as you did. “Now be a good girl and take a seat on that desk.”

Your anxiety was through the roof. You had no idea what he expected you to do. If you sat down there, you were turning your back on him. What if that made him angry? The blood-covered pliers were there on the desk not far from you. Your heart was pounding out your fear.

“No,” his voice was deceptively soft. “You’re not understanding the assignment.”

You heard his heavy steps as he walked around the desk to join you. His huge form blocked out the dying light from the setting sun. In his shadow you felt cold. You didn’t move as he pulled the enormous leather chair back and took a seat.

“Let me give you a point of reference then,” he explained, taking you in casually. You flinched when he grabbed your hips, moving you to sit directly in front of him. “We’ll pretend I’m Drysdale. And if I were Drysdale and you’d come to my little meeting, I’d sit you right here.”

You were now on top of a stack of important looking papers, contracts, and you fidgeted nervously. The man’s expression was pure disapproval.

“Now, pull up that skirt. Since I disrupted Drysdale’s meeting, I want to leave him something.”

A muscle at his jaw twitched when you didn’t spring into action. Fear had you doing what he wanted even though you were horrified to have your bare ass on top of that small stack of crisp, printed pages.

The man sighed before scooting his chair up, so he was closer to the desk. Then he did it again, until his knees touched your shins. You had nowhere to go when his hands clamped down on your knees. You froze, afraid of what he’d do next.

When he wrenched your thighs wide apart, hiking up the skirt of your dress to reveal your most private parts to him, you struggled in his hold. Tossing your ankles to the outside of the arms of the chair, he moved closer, between your thighs, one strong hand grabbing your throat. He got in your face.

“You’re going to do exactly what I say,” he told you. “Or I’ll duct tape your ass to that chair over there and I’ll treat you like I did the asshole who was just here. And I know you saw what I did to him.”

Oh, you had. You swallowed hard beneath his hand.

“Got it? When I tell you to move, you do it. When I tell you to scream my name, you scream.”

Your mouth opened before you realized you shouldn’t talk. The man just watched you in fascination.

“Oh, that’s right. I didn’t tell you my name,” he said after a moment. “It’s Lloyd. And I want to hear it when I say. Nice and loud.”

His other hand tightened over your bare knee before sliding up over the quivering flesh of your inner thigh. You froze as his fingers skimmed higher, into your folds without preamble. It took everything in you to stay in place while those digits explored you.

“This won’t do,” Lloyd told you, his face still close to yours. “All dry and scared.” The look of disapproval was back. His hand tightened around your throat. “I want this little pussy purring for me.”

Your thighs shook worse now. Was he serious?

“What do you like, cupcake?” Moving closer, his lips were by your ear. “Do you like fingers? Or do you like oral better? You can’t believe the tricks I can do with this mustache.”

Those hotly whispered words in your ear had you squirming in his hold. Despite the situation, your body was warming up to him. His fingers slid a little easier now.

Lloyd’s chuckle was dirty. “Yeah, all the girls like the stache.”

Using his hand on your neck, he pushed you down on the desk. He rose, looming over you as you lay on the desk now. His fingers were still sliding around your lower lips and your body was easing his way.

“A little above your head is the edge of the desk,” the man told you as he released your neck, lowering himself back into the chair. “Grab it and keep those hands there until I tell you that you can let go.”

What choice did you have? The movement had your back arching.

You felt his mustache first and you flinched. The brush of it over your outer lips was a duel between scratchy and soft. His lips were hot and wet as they nibbled at those petals, burning a path down towards your opening.

Sucking in a breath, your hands tightened on the edge of the desk. You’d had guys go down on you before, but it was usually fast and half-hearted. A bone they threw you until they could get their bone in you. To get to the main event. It had always been something awkward that you were in just as much of a hurry to get through as they were.

It didn’t help that you’d watched him straight up torture another man. You were terrified, had no idea what he’d do next. Every inch of you was tensed and trembling.

At first.

He wrapped his powerful arms around your thighs, holding them open for him as he just dove in. His mouth, that mustache, worked into your folds. You fought to keep quiet, to be still. But the only reason you managed the latter was the steely grip he had on your lower body.

His tongue danced around your clit for several seconds, making it throb and ache. From anticipation? Because the brush of that mustache was the only stimulation he gave it.

You didn’t know what he was doing but it was insane. The flicker of his tongue around your opening pulled breathy gasps from you. When it traced up to your clit again only to avoid it, you whined, and it was an embarrassingly loud sound. There was laughter in his blue eyes gazing up at you over your mound.

Your back arched more, your grip on the desk hurt. But you were afraid to let go. The important papers beneath your ass were no doubt ruined as the man destroyed you with his mouth and he was yet to touch you where you needed him most.

When his tongue finally slid over your clit you cried out, the sound filling the room. Lloyd laughed into your flesh as you felt a finger tracing around your opening. You realized you were fighting to get closer to his mouth, not away. You writhed on that desk as that finger penetrated you, the pad of it gently stroking your front wall in a way that took your breath.

What was he doing?

Lloyd alternated between brushing that mustache over your clit, the bristling just shy of painful. Then he’d teasing it with the tip of his tongue. The finger now was a sinful torment, sliding in and out slowly, soft strokes taking you apart on that desk.

Drunk on sensation, you squirmed, and your breath came fast. The pressure built fast, and you didn’t know if you’d survive it.

“Please,” you begged him. What were you going to do? You’d never had an orgasm with someone else present. Not once. Now you felt like you were going to explode.

His moan was a deep rumble in your quivering flesh. His tongue soothed you where his facial hair was just shy of abrasive. The rough pad of his finger tested the weeping wall within you until you were about to lose your mind. You didn’t know what he was doing, and you were ashamed that it felt amazing. Worse, you were afraid of how your body was going to react to his continued campaign.

“You’re just about there, aren’t you, cupcake?” Lloyd whispered into your soaked flesh.

You shook your head in denial. You didn’t know where was. But your heart was racing, and your thighs ached from his unrelenting grip.

“Please,” you whispered again.

“Give me what I want, and I will,” he whispered into you.

What did he want?

That finger was an unceasing torment that was zeroing in one small space inside you, stroking it with a delicacy you wouldn’t have expected from someone like him. When his tongue resumed teasing the center of your distress, soft wet strokes that you couldn’t get away from, you screamed. Whatever he was pushing you into couldn’t be avoided.

“Scream it,” he ordered.

“Lloyd!” You screamed as the gush of wetness literally burst from you. Lloyd backed away just enough to watch, delighted with what he saw. Raw currents of pleasure raced through you, wrecked you. His finger kept up those soft strokes, prolonging the wild, unfamiliar spiral he’d just sent you on.

“My little cupcake can squirt.” He waggled his eyebrows at you as he sucked you off his finger. “That’s a bonus.”

Horror at what you’d just done to Ransom Drysdale’s desk bled onto that fading pleasure. You would have covered your face in shame if you hadn’t been instructed not to let go of the desk until told.

“You’re going to be happy about that in a few seconds,” he told you as he rose from the chair, his hands going to the front of those dove gray slacks. He stopped only long enough to reach for a drawer to his left, fishing a small black condom pack out of it.

You stared at it not sure what surprised you more. That Ransom Drysdale just kept condoms in his office drawer or that Lloyd knew where they were.

Lloyd tore open the pack and got busy rolling it onto the swollen erection revealed when he opened those slacks. You shifted on the desk, the expensive paper sticking to your ass.

Those sharp blue eyes were on you in disapproval. “Don’t you dare let go,” he warned you. “I’ll fire your ass up if you do.”

You froze and you thought disappointment flashed in those blue eyes.

Then he started pushing into you with a determination that had you gasping. Sure, you’d had sex before, but Lloyd was stretching you quite a bit more than you were used to.

Sex with all the men who only managed to disappoint you in the end seemed quick and apologetic. There was nothing apologetic about the way Lloyd was claiming you. There was a dominance that had fear mixing with something primal within you, had you clenching around his intrusion.

Once he sank all the way in, Lloyd grabbed the front of your dress, and with a vicious yank, he pulled it down until the straps gave way. When he’d bared your breasts, his big hands covered them.

And then he started railing into you. His thrusts were swift and firm. They would have moved you up the desk if he weren’t holding you in place. With the position of your arms, your breasts were thrust up for his easy access.

“Such a good girl,” he muttered as he worked you hard, panting above you. “Drysdale would love this ride.”

Lloyd slid easily in and out of you on all the excitement he’d drawn from you. If the smirk he wore was any indication, he was enjoying it. His shoulders were wide enough to block out the last of the evening light, and your thighs were locked around his slim hips as they slammed into you over and over.

When he started speeding up, you hoped he was close. He leaned forward, the slightest movement, and then his pelvis was hitting your clit in such a way…

The wave of sensation rose fast, sweeping you away from a place where you were holding on until it was over to a place where you were about to fucking shatter. As Lloyd continued to fill you, fighting for his own end, you broke out in a sweat. Your core tightened as he plowed into you, your heart racing in your chest.

The orgasm hit you with the force of a hurricane. Your nipples were painful points under his hands as he rode you hard, crying out as he worked himself through his own release with strong thrusts that punched the air from your chest. Your cries blended with his. His frantic movements only served to prolong your release and you were panting and trembling as it went on and on.

Lloyd was looming over you as laid there, just trying to breathe. How the hell your hands were still over your head, gripping the edge of the desk, you had no idea.

His breath huffed over your damp breasts when he moved his hands, causing you to shiver. Those blue eyes moved over you with renewed interest.

“Let go,” his voice was strained. Smoothing back the longer locks at the top of his head, he studied you. “You’re a surprise, aren’t you, cupcake?”

You just watched in fear with no idea of what would happen now. Your arms crossed over you chest as you waited.

“You weren’t really part of the plan,” he muttered, pulling himself out of you, “but I admit I like the way this turned out.”

Pulling off the used condom, he dropped it off the side of the desk. Tucking himself back into his slacks, he took the time to tuck in his shirt, made it perfect.

“Now I’ve got to get you out of here.” Then he started chuckling as his gaze moved over you. “I didn’t give that a lot of thought,” he said as he tugged at the skirt of your ruined dress.

Lloyd walked over to the closet where he found you, searching its contents as you trembled on the desk. When he pulled out a huge camel-colored coat, you just stared.

“Up,” he ordered you as he approached the desk with that coat.

You scrambled to do his bidding, one arm trying to cover your breasts, the other trying to hold up the dress. He pulled the soaked papers away from your ass as you rose. To your horror, you saw the stack of papers was wet, the ink smeared.   

Lloyd wrapped the coat around you, and you were grateful for the coverage. But was this just a temporary reprieve? Was he taking you somewhere else to kill you then?

“Let’s go,” he said, grinning back at the mess you’d both made of Ransom Drysdale’s desk.

***

Ransom Drysdale marched into his office an hour later, frustrated with how his day had gone. The board meeting he’d called had run over. He hadn’t even counted on having to deal with his legal team today. And then finding out one of the men who’d been working for him was a plant?

He’d sent Lloyd to deal with that and asked him to make it quick. He was expecting you to be waiting for him when he finally did make it back. He’d been looking forward to that all week.

It didn’t take him long to realize that those well-laid plans had gone straight to hell. The blood stains on the chair pushed out where it wasn’t supposed to be? That was the first clue. Then he saw the bloody pliers on his desk.

Goddamn it, Lloyd. Did you have to do it here?

Where were you? Had you been warned off? Scared away?

Blowing out a sigh, he walked around the desk and that’s when the scent hit him. Sex.

The contracts left on his desk for review, contracts for one of his top authors, were ruined. It didn’t take him long to figure out why his desk in disarray. With a dry laugh, he shook his head.

His phone hummed in his pocket. When he fished it out, he saw it was Lloyd.

“What the fuck?” Ransom demanded, not letting him speak.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Lloyd purred into the phone. “Upset that I ate your cupcake?”

Peering over the edge of his desk into the wastebasket, he saw the condom.

“You did more than that, didn’t you?” Ransom asked bitterly. “Where is she?”

“I brought her back to your house,” Lloyd explained calmly. “Didn’t really have a choice. She was hiding in your closet while I dealt with our friend.”

While it wasn’t ideal having you see what Lloyd had likely done to the fucking plant, having you at his mercy? Now that was appealing.

“Where are you?” Ransom asked, grabbing ruined the stack of contracts and throwing them into the basket.

“Hanging out at your house until you get here,” he explained. “I need to catch you up on the situation today.”

Ransom nodded. There was that.

“Fine, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he said finally.

“And the girl?” Lloyd asked.

“Once we’re done talking business, we’ll have dinner.” Ransom grinned. “Then I’ll have you hold her down for me.”

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#Lloyd Hansen #Ransom Drysdale #Tag team from hell #dark fic #illegal mustache use #violence #kidnapping #non-con

[hoboal87]

Don't Speak, Part 22

Pairings: dark!Sam x Reader, dark!Dean x Claire

Characters: dark!Sam, dark!Dean, pregnant!Reader, Claire, Ellen, Bobby, Adam

Warnings: dark!Winchesters, Trauma Bonding/Stockholm Syndrome, Non-graphic descriptions of Non-Con/Rape, Violence, Manipulation, Guilt, Threats, Pregnancy

WC: 3400+

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

This is a dark!fic that includes potentially triggering content and is intended for mature audiences only. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please, read the warnings and if you feel that you may be triggered and/or offended please move along. If you have any questions about the warnings/tags please feel free to DM me.

Don’t Speak Masterlist

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Part 21

The sight of Adam nearly causes you to faint. You have hoped, prayed, that somehow he managed to escape–that he wouldn’t also fall victim to the brothers–and your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of him. Old and new cuts and bruises cover every visible inch of his body, his eyes are sunken in, his skin taut, and he looks as if hasn’t slept or eaten in weeks. A ratty shirt that had once fit him properly is now held together by mere threads and covered in dried blood stains. But the worst part is the metal collar locked around his neck, connecting to his wrists and ankles. Adam’s gaze fixes on you for a moment, the ghost of a smile on his lips fading quickly when Sam tugs sharply on the shackles.

You want to run to him, apologize for ever bringing him into your complicated relationship with the Winchesters. You should’ve disobeyed John, especially now that you know that it wasn’t Adam who fathered your baby after all, and you were already pregnant when the family left in January. If you’d only waited a few weeks longer to fulfill John’s instructions, you could’ve saved yourself and Adam from all the pain that you caused by following those orders. You stop yourself from moving, especially when you realize that Sam’s eyes are narrowed in on you, as if he’s waiting to see what you’re going to do now that Adam is here. 

“Check her,” Dean orders, gesturing towards Claire, baby Amelia still in his arms. Adam doesn’t move, his eyes flickering to Sam, as if he’s asking him for permission to follow Dean’s instruction. What has Sam done to him? “Now, Milligan.” 

Sam nods, loosening his grip before producing a key, he unlocks the chains and Adam shuffles towards Claire. Dean hands the baby over to you, stepping back to Sam, who offers a hand to shake his brother’s in congratulations.

You rock the baby in your arms as Adam inspects Claire, taking in her tiny features. Though you knew it wouldn’t matter who fathered Amelia, you can’t help but think of the relief that Claire will have knowing that her husband is Amelia’s father. She’s the spitting image of Dean, plump lips and a button nose and large almond shaped eyes, irises already tinged with green. As the brothers share hushed words between them, you walk back towards Claire, shushing Amelia as she begins to stir. Adam offers a sweet smile to Claire telling her that she did well before giving strict instructions to stay on bedrest for the next week. He then turns to you, reaching out to take the baby from your arms. Your skin prickles under his touch and you lock eyes, and again you fight the urge to tell him how sorry you are. 

He gives Amelia a quick once over, the newborn wailing in his arms, and he gently shushes her before handing her back to Claire. 

“Your wife and daughter are both perfectly healthy,” Adam says meekly as he approaches Dean and Sam. 

There’s a snide smile on Sam’s face as Dean takes in Adam’s words. At first you don’t understand what Sam is finding funny; recently he’d been just as obsessed with heirs as John was. John had mentioned more times than you can remember about the brothers’ needing heirs. Legitimate male heirs. Mr. Finch’s words from months echo in your ears as though it was just repeated in the quiet room. 

Tell me you want me to put a son in you. 

“I guess that means the Manor is mine,” Sam snickers, a poor attempt at a joke that Dean clearly doesn’t find funny, and the elder brother puts his fist through the wall behind him. You back away from the brothers as a remark from Dean sets Sam seething, and he tackles Dean to the ground. Grunting and the sounds of fists hitting flesh fill the room as the brothers tumble across the floor. 

With the Winchesters occupied, you seize the opportunity–albeit a foolish one–and grab Adam’s hand. You guide him towards the passageway that you and Dean entered from earlier in the night, stopping briefly at the bed to place a kiss on Claire’s forehead and promise you’ll get her out, too. You instruct her to call for Bobby or Ellen before disappearing into the passageway. With the door closed behind you, you make for your and Sam’s room hoping that, once you get there, you and Adam can escape.

You quickly realize that it may not have been the best idea to use the secret passage, though. From your and Sam’s room, it seemed to be a straight shot, but what you failed to notice before is that there are multiple connections, and you don’t know which one leads where.

“Which one, Y/N?” Adam pants behind you.

“I don’t– I’m not sure,” you sob, cradling your stomach. This isn’t a good idea, you could end up quite literally anywhere in the Manor. “Maybe we should go back, if they don’t know we’re gone–” 

“I think it’s too late for that, Kitten,” Adam grabs your hand. “And I– I can’t go back. Think, sweetheart.” 

Each hall looks nearly identical to the other. If you’d paid closer attention before, you wouldn’t now be stuck in a labyrinth behind the walls of Winchester Manor. You fall against the wall, cursing yourself for thinking that you could get yourself and Adam out of here.

“I’m sorry, Adam,” you mumble. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t’ve– If I’d told them the truth, Dean would’ve never–”

Adam sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around you gingerly and pulling you close to him. “It’s okay, Y/N.” 

You let out a deep breath. The longer you sit here, the greater the chance that Sam or Dean would realize that you’re trying to escape and figure out how you were doing it. If Claire was able to alert Bobby to the fighting brothers, there was a good chance they wouldn’t be able to get to her just yet. 

As your eyes adjust to the barely lit corridor, you see something on the adjacent wall– an SW and DW etched into it, and you decide that hall must be the one they used to sneak into the other’s room. You struggle to stand and Adam catches on quickly, rising himself before offering you a hand to help you up. You guide him towards the walkway, excitement filling you as you reach the door to Sam’s room, knowing that you and Adam are close to freedom.

“Y’know, every time I think we’ve broken you, you somehow manage to get just enough of your fight back to do something so fucking stupid, Y/N.” A voice makes you turn and you see a pistol pointing at you and Adam. Your heart stops. Sam’s sporting what looks to be the beginning of a black eye and has a slight limp as he takes a few steps towards the two of you. “I thought we were past all this, Princess.”

“It was me,” Adam steps in front of you, “I made her do it.”

“Is this true, Y/N?” Sam asks, eyeing you sternly while fixing the pistol solely on Adam. You’re torn, afraid that Sam might kill Adam if you go along with the lie, but even more afraid of what Sam will do to you both if you tell the truth. 

Adam turns his head slightly so that you can meet his eyes, and he gives an almost imperceptible nod, encouraging you to play along.

“Yes,” you mumble, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, Sam closes the distance between him and Adam and hits him too many times to count with the butt of the pistol until the doctor’s body falls to the floor with a thunk. Angry red marks cover Adam’s face and a stream of blood flows from his mouth and nose. Sam uses his shirt to wipe down the pistol, staining it red, before stomping on Adam’s hand and then his stomach. He turns away, smirking as he disappears out of the room.

Adam’s face is swelling within seconds, and you drop to your knees, hoping and praying that Sam hasn’t killed him. You place your hand under his nose, breathing out a sigh of relief when you feel a faint breath against your fingers. 

“He attacked Y/N, Bobby, I had to stop him,” Sam’s voice carries from the hall. 

When you look up, you see Sam and Bobby entering the room from the main doorway. You can’t remember the last time you’d seen him or Ellen. 

“We need to get him back downstairs,” Sam urges, sounding rattled. 

“Are you sure that’s what happened here, Sam? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, it looks like you beat the tar out of him for no reason,” Bobby retorts.

“He’s been obsessed with Y/N for months. He’s the one who attacked her and Claire last year! If Dean hadn’t found them…” You’re not sure why Sam’s ability for lying comes as a shock to you. “Y/N, sweetheart, he can’t hurt you,” Sam reaches out for you, and helps you up, wrapping his arm possessively around your shoulders. 

“Why do you think I’ve been keeping her close? I couldn’t risk something else happening to her. He’s delusional, Bobby. You want to know what he told Dean?” Sam doesn’t wait for a response, plowing on in his tirade. “He said that he was our brother– that he deserved everything we had. That if we didn’t allow him to continue caring for Y/N and Claire, that he would make sure everyone in town knew about Joanna. I love Joanna like a sister; we couldn’t let her reputation be tarnished because dad wouldn’t allow Dean to marry her. You know no matter how much he discouraged it, they were sweethearts. Dean only sent her away because he thought it was what dad wanted, but dad included her in his will, Bobby. He knew that it was Dean’s child. And she and Henry should be here with us. Tell Ellen to bring her here.”

Sam is speaking so quickly and erratically that you can barely keep up. You haven’t seen Joanna since John’s funeral, and all you were told when you asked about her absence previously was that she was ill. You’d caught her and Dean in compromising positions more than once. Is that why she’s been gone? To have her baby in secret so that no one would know that she was unmarried and pregnant? To save herself and Ellen the embarrassment of having an illegitimate child? You watch as Bobby takes in everything Sam has said. 

“I might not be an educated man, Sam, but I ain’t stupid.” Bobby narrows his eyes. “I’ve known you your whole life–I practically raised you–and you think I don’t know when you’re lyin’? Your daddy paid Adam to watch over the girls and help ensure safe deliveries. And you’ve been keeping him locked up for months. You think Ellen and me can’t see the bruises, that we don’t hear the screams? You think that little of us, boy? You think that you can use us to keep covering up your and Dean’s messes?”

“I think,” –Sam steps forward, the facade of a man scared for the life of his wife and child dropped now, his voice lowering dangerously– “if you don’t do as you’re told…” He leans forward and you can no longer make out his words. Bobby’s face drains of color, his eyes wide, and his whole body goes stiff as Sam pulls away. “Have I made myself clear, Robert?” Bobby nods his head. You’d never seen Sam interact this way with Bobby, and whatever he said clearly has Bobby afraid for his life. 

“But you are right about one thing; Y/N and Claire, they’ll need someone to look after them while Dean and I take our next case. Take him to the servants quarters and tend to his injuries. Once he’s healed, he is only allowed to see Y/N under your or Ellen’s supervision. Is that understood? And I wasn’t just carrying on about Joanna. Dean and I will expect her and Henry moved in by the time we return. Now, get him out of here and send someone to clean up this mess.”

Bobby only nods, moving towards Adam and picking him up off the floor. A pained groan leaves Adam, and for a brief moment his eyelids flutter. Sam locks the door behind them as Bobby exits, and you’re not sure what to expect from him next. He stalks towards you, tearing off his shirt. You make a decision that you’re sure you’ll regret, and try to grab the pistol, but Sam beats you to it.

“I know it wasn’t Adam’s idea to escape,” he growls, grabbing your arm roughly. “But the fact that you let him take the fall for it–that was surprising. How do you keep managing to surprise me, Y/N?” Sam’s hand snakes up your back before grabbing your loose hair and yanking your head back. “And going for this?” he waves the pistol in front of your face, “was even more unexpected. Maybe I need to teach you another lesson,” he grunts with a pull of your hair, causing you to whimper.

“Please, Sam, I promise I’ll be good.” 

Sam moves you both towards the bed, and when the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you fall backward. He lifts your nightdress over your belly and exposes your breasts, the gun tracing your silhouette, and for a moment you’re afraid he might try to fuck you with it, but instead he sets it down after a moment, just out of your reach, and pins your hands above your head. He enters you roughly, giving you no time to adjust, and sets a fast and brutal pace. Your focus falls to the window as you wait for him to finish.

August

Claire is given a clean bill of health by Dorothy a few days later, and with that the brothers are gone. A weight is lifted off your shoulders, and you feel like you can finally breathe for the first time in months. Under Sam’s orders, Joanna is back in the Manor within a week and is assigned to be the children’s wetnurse and nanny. You, Claire and Joanna are all moved into the rooms closest to the nursery which now houses both Amelia and Henry.  A third bassinet sits empty waiting for your baby to fill it. 

Several new servants were brought in by Dean before they’d left nearly a month prior and according to him they were there to protect you, Claire, Joanna, and the children. You aren’t sure who Dean thinks you need protecting from, especially when he and Sam were the only people in the Manor who had ever hurt you, but you have to admit knowing that Dean is concerned about the well-being of all of you is heartening. 

Benny, the guard assigned to you, is nice enough, and for the most part gives you a wide berth. He’s larger than Dean but not as tall as Sam, and you can see why Dean had hired him. He accompanies you on your daily walks through the grounds and escorts you everywhere else in the Manor. Though you insist that it isn’t necessary, he maintains that he was given explicit instructions to stay by your side. 

For the weeks following you fall into a routine; morning walks with Benny, afternoons spent with Claire as she heals and the babies, and evenings exploring the Manor, you’d been there for so long, but hadn’t truly been out of the East Wing. Each week, Bobby receives a letter from Dean and the time frame of their absence is extended another week. Once one case is finished, the brothers would start working another one, and a part of you wonders if they ever truly plan to return back to Kansas. 

True to Sam’s word, the one and only time you’ve seen Adam since the brothers’ departure is under Bobby’s watchful eye. There was so much you wanted to say to him: apologize for getting him involved, not only once, but twice. If you hadn’t made a stupid and feeble attempt at an escape, and hadn’t let him take the blame, you’d both be better off. He hardly says anything to you, speaking mostly in two or three word sentences, before declaring you to be in good health. You attempt to follow Bobby and Adam when they exit, but to your dismay, Benny stops you, instead taking you in the opposite direction. 

There’s a knowing look on Ellen’s face when she enters your room the next day, ordering Benny to help himself to lunch, while you and she tend to “wifely” things. Once Benny has disappeared, she asks you to follow her, guiding you to a secret door that you’ve never noticed before, and you curse yourself for not realizing sooner that the Manor had to be filled with multiple passageways, linking more than just bedrooms. 

Ellen briefly tells you how to recognize which passage leads where and how you can use the secret corridors to go between the different wings of the house, pointing to one in particular that, according to her, might be of interest to you, and another hall that, if you were so inclined, would lead you outdoors. You don’t miss the implication of the information that she’s given you, but you know you can’t leave. Sam and Dean still need you. After your last night together–before they’d gone away–you were woken up to loving touches and sweet words from your husband that reminded you why you’d ever fallen for him in the first place. Beneath the brutality and the bouts of mania, there is a kind and sweet Sam that you cherish. If you could give Sam and Dean the son they both so desperately want, maybe things could change.

You know you need to cast Adam out of your thoughts. You can’t be a loyal wife to Sam and Dean if you also have feelings for Adam– you need closure. You could tell him how the passages work, and maybe he could escape. With the brothers extending their trip so much, he could be far away by the time they return. It was the least you could do for him. 

You consider for days when might would be best to try to find Adam and help him escape. You’re sure Ellen was giving you a clue as to where he was being kept, but you won’t dare ask her for more clarification. According to Dean’s most recent letter, the brothers aren’t expected to return for at least another week. The sooner you helped Adam leave, the more time he could have getting out of Kansas City, the state, or even the country if he so desired. You doubt the brothers thought him important enough to chase all over the world; he’d fulfilled his deal with John, there was no reason for him to stay to just deliver your baby. 

As the week comes to a close, you know you have to make a decision, and soon. After dinner is served that night, you and Claire spend the rest of the evening in the nursery, chatting and playing with the babies, before Ellen orders you both out so that she and Joanna can put them to bed, leaving one oil lamp burning as a nightlight for the children, as one of the new guards takes his place outside the nursery door.

Benny escorts you the short distance to your room, offering you a “goodnight, cher” as you close the door behind you. You’re confident that Benny won’t disturb you for the rest of the night, so you make the decision that tonight is the night to free Adam. You grab your own oil lamp from the beside, quickly filling it with the reserve kept in your room to ensure you had enough light to see Adam outside. 

You creep through the hidden door in your room and make your way down the hall Ellen had said would be “of interest”, hoping that you didn’t misunderstand her tone, and you wouldn’t be walking into something much worse than finding Adam. You’re not sure how long you follow the grimey and dim corridor, you hoped that you could maybe get an idea of where exactly you were in the Manor, but with multiple ones branching off you realize you could be anywhere.

Part 23

Feedback is fuel! Please tell me what you think!

#dark!fic #dark!sam x reader #dark!dean x claire #non-con #stockholm syndrome #tw: abuse #sam x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #angst #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader

[sekahyyh]

I just want anyone who still follows me to know: I love non-con. I will always love non-con. It's saved my life when I was younger writing Karasu fanfics, been my deepest, dearest coping mechanism, is the only thing that always calms me down and helps my own trauma and diagnosed PTSD.

I'm not going to give up non-con for anything or anyone. There's so many medical studies showing that engaging with this content in fiction and creativity is helpful for survivors' healing.

If you don't like non-con, if in the years since you followed me when I used to be the Yu Yu Hakusho's fandom's source for random Karasu shit you've been converted to antism, please unfollow me. I don't want that toxicity around me or in my life. I had to read an anti's nasty messages about me seconds after I'd been raped a few months ago. It largely contributed to a suicide attempt shortly after.

I hate that fandom has become something where everything you write and say is so clearly scrutinized. Y'all need to learn to relax, and separate fiction from reality. I know that post has been going around saying ~but what about the fact that art is influenced by the real world so there's not-good things happening in fanfics and some fans do this and that and blah blah blah.~ My response? Unless you plan to pay someone for being in fandom, leave them the fuck alone. People are in fandom as a hobby, to relax, to chill, to calm down. If they want to write something crazy, let 'em.

My God, when did participating in fandom become an unpaid internship for all of you? Antis ain't your bosses and if they don't like what you or I do, fuck 'em. I'm in fandom to chill. There's enough horrors in the real world, let's stop worrying about random fanfiction.

The Israelis are committing a genocide against the Palestinians, the Russians are committing a genocide against the Ukrainians, and the Chinese are committing a genocide against the largest indigenous people in the world, the Uyghur. Plus other areas of concern around the world. There's widespread poverty and homelessness, charities and NGOs in your neighborhood and around the world you could help in, there's things to focus on and worry about that are real. I don't have the energy for putting fanworks through literary criticism. Most of you are terrible at it, in the first place, and in the second place, you didn't pay for it, they provided it for free and worked on it with love with no compensation as a hobby. Since writers are human beings, they're gonna make mistakes. Since antis are human beings, they're going to assume things are mistakes that aren't.

You don't change a single person's mind with a nasty comment. There's scientific studies proving that being nasty or combative language makes people entrench in their beliefs and believe them more strongly.

Anyway, my own tone has been pretty combative, but this is my general message: if you're an anti, block me, unfollow me, leave me alone. After reading suicide baits walking out of a mental hospital suicidal about a fanfic I wrote at fifteen that quite literally saved my life in that horrific period of abuse and attempted murder and CSA and all the things I was facing at that age, after reading attacks moments after my own rape, as if I was an abuser, instead of a victim, after seeing friends doxxed, harassed, SWATed, sent death threats and rape threats, and mailed aborted fetuses in the US mail, I'm so completely over the whole movement and what it stands for. It never had a good point to make in the first place, and it's ruined so many lives for nothing - over fanfiction!

Antis, GTFO. Fetishization of rape is a fake-ass problem. Come back to me when you have a competent definition of fetishization that accounts for the fact that almost everyone I know who writes non-con is a survivor, like me. You say these words over and over - go farther. Define them. Really figure out who's being automatically hurt when someone writes a fanfic with proper warnings that you had to ignore the warnings and click to read or see. If you can't define your terms, you can't make a cogent case why writing about rape is hurting an actual human being instead of some ideal you've built up in your head. You're claiming it hurts survivors while ignoring and delegitimizing that it's a common coping mechanism for /many/ survivors like me. By doing so, you're deciding which survivors are important enough to be protected and listened to and which are not, something that is absolutely atrocious to do.

One survivor is not more important than any other. Being sex averse after abuse doesn't mean you can slut shame and harass survivors who still have healthy sex lives and libidos. You being one way doesn't mean everyone has to be. If you don't like non-con, I suggest you block common tags for content warnings, and don't read fanfic that has warnings it contains it.

And I also ask you to unfollow me. Have a nice day.

#non-con #fandom #should I say fandumb #I have zero desire to hear how you are personally insulted by somebody's fanworks #You didn't pay them. Don't read #block them #act like an adult.

[why-say]

timothée x reader imagine

warnings: daddy kink, dub-con, size kink, prison, breeding kink

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

~~~

It had all happened so fast. You were teaching your english prison class, as you do every Tuesday when you heard an alarm go off and chaos erupt.

Your favourite student, Timothée, grabs you by the arm and drags you down the hallway past the screaming and running inmates and pushes you into a nearby storage closet.

“what are you-“ you try to get out but timothée covers your mouth with his hand and slides the other to the side of your face.

“shh little one, your mine now.”

You felt yourself relax slightly, sinking into his arms.

“Does my little fuck toy like that? being mine? mine to use and play with?”

You moan into his palm not bothering to hide it. You had been fascinated and infatuated by Timothée since your first day at the prison. From the first moment he shoved his hand up your skirt at the back of the classroom, out of sight of the prison warden, you knew you were his.

When another inmate tried to do the same a few weeks later he smashed his head into the metal table and was sent out of the class for the next month.

You missed him then.

He shoves his fingers into your jeans, feeling the wetness that had been growing since the beginning of your class. He lets go of your face and mouth and rips off you shoes and pants.

“Fuck. Did you wear these for me?” He purrs, noticing the black lacy underwear you had almost soaked through.

He tugs on the waist band of your underwear and rips them down the seam. You watch him stand to his full height, about a foot taller than you, and pull his own pants down. Chest heaving as he fists his cock.

“this what you want baby? want me to pump you full? breed you baby? hm?”

Your unable to speak so you nod. He flips you around, pressing your chest to the wall and lines him self to your pussy.

He shoves right into you. You gasp for air, it feels like he’s invading your body. You feel him everywhere.

“i’ll fuck you just like this when your round with my baby, hm? that won’t change, just like this.”

He’s relentless with his thrusts, You have no time to adjust to his massive size. You feel yourself trembling. Your moans getting louder so he presses his mouth to yours for an open messy kiss. One of his arms holding you across your chest for support and the other reaching down to your stomach.

“fuck. can feel myself through you. fuck baby.”

You barley understand him at first until you glance down and make out the outline of his cock through your stomach. The sight causes you to release another moan he rushes to cover.

It’s too late, You hear fists and shouting from the other side of the door. It’s the guards trying to break the door down. This causes you to worry but it spurs Timothée on, making his thrusts wilder and faster till he pulls you over the edge.

You feel your release rush out of you, your moans at their loudest as Timothée growls in your ear.

“Perfect baby. Fucking. Perfect.”

He emphasises the last few words with sharp, deep thrusts before spilling himself inside of you, feeling yourself convulse in after shocks.

It takes you a minute to understand the man speaking in front of you shining a light in your face. Squinting at the light you turn away and see Timothée on the ground being detained by three officers.

He smirks at you and you feel his cum drip from your pussy.

#timothee chalamet smut #smut #timothee chalamet #timothée #prison #inmatesmut #non-con #sizekink #timmy #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet imagine #self insert smut #dub con #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée smut #timothée chalamet smut #timothée imagine #` ꕤ · featuring timothée #timothee chamalet #timothee #timothée x you #timothée fanfic #timothée x reader #timothee chalamet fic #timothee x you #reader x timothee chalamet #you x timothee #timothee x reader #timothee smut

[kinkmom]

Until Death Do Us Part

The most romantic brother-sister murder-suicide. Andrew makes good on his promise.

It's been a good while I've drawn anyone dying together. The concept is as sweet as ever. I don't think Andrew could go on after doing Ashley in. This is the logical conclusion to my last posts and the finale to this little scenario. :]

#The Coffin of Andy and Leyley #tcoaal #Coffincest #Gravescest #Andrew x Ashley #Andrew Graves #Ashley Graves #non-con #necro #blood n' gore #the arts #it's fun to get to draw copious amounts of blood :D

[ratmonky]

do you think you’ll write for ino takuma??😼

nah i don't think ill write about that basic ass brunette who wears a ski-mask to hide his identity while watching his crush through the bedroom window

no cuz why would i write about him waiting for a simple opportunity to be able to crawl inside your apartment to hide in a dark corner to watch you sleep and rub his cock right above your sleeping body until he cums all over your hair and face. he would leave the same way he came and act like nothing happened the next day. being sly and flirtatious while you try to do your work.

like that guy must be so annoying because i know he would be acting like this good guy you can rely on while he has the darkest fantasies about you and all the ways he can ruin your body and mind. the thought of your crying face when you finally open your eyes to see a masked man standing over your bed with his cock out gives him the rush. knowing that one day he might get caught just makes him do even riskier things like sucking on your tits while you're sleeping, his hands go between your thighs and he jerks off imagining fucking your thighs. thank god you're a heavy sleeper because he loses himself and fucks your thighs next time. he tries to hold back his grunts and biting his tongue to avoid moaning out your name... he is a mess and it's all because of you.

but yeah i dont think im writing about that guy

#non-con #somnophilia #tw noncon #tw somnophilia #ino takuma (munkey's version)

[shibara]

Here, have some close ups of the last pic: https://www.tumblr.com/shibara/695312742730563584/a-n-o-b-s-e-s-s-i-o-n?

I feel it's a bit of a pity that most detail in Obi-s hair is lost in the original post. Specially the chest hair, I'm ridiculously happy with how that lil bit came out xD

#vaderwan #obikin #non-con #dead-dove #gore #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Darth Vader #Star Wars #mySWart #myart

[stevethemomharrigton]

The Sleepover

Summery: Eddie and Y/N have been friends since they were in diapers. Y/N sees Eddie as a brother, while Eddie...Eddie loves Y/N too much. They have sleepover many many times, and during the night Eddie would rub himself, never touching Y/N. But when he overheard Y/N’s parents talking about leaving Hawkins, he has no choice but to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Warnings: DarkEddie, Non-con, Smut, Oral (F and M receiving) Overestimation, forced orgasm, rough sex, unprotected sex, pervEddie, Somnophilia, fingering, 18+, forced pregnancy.

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Y/N and Eddie were laying on his bed sound asleep...well Y/N was sound asleep. Eddie on the other hand, was hovering over Y/N’s figure, him between her legs.

He looked down at her with a sad smile. He placed his hand on her cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. He truly felt guilty for what he is about to do to her, but he knew that if he didn’t, he’ll lose her forever. And that is something he doesn’t want.

Eddie: ���I am so sorry my love. I hope you have it in you to forgive me for what I’m about to do to you. I know you will.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and lifted up her hips. He tugged off her pants slowly and carefully, so he doesn’t wake her up. Once the Pj shorts were off, he set her back down on the bed. He then grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.

He pressed his hard cock against Y/N’s ass, as he groaned out in pleasure. He then shifted his hips back so he could pull down his boxers far enough to pull out his aching cock. 

He then spit into his hand and grasp his cock in his hands. He hissed in pleasure, and he started rubbing himself to get him harder. Once he deemed himself hard.

He let go of his cock,and reached down to Y/N’s vigina and rubbed her clit with his middle finger. Y/N let out a small gasp at the feeling of pleasure. Eddie smirked at this.

Eddie: “Oh, you liked that~?”

He rubbed her clit, and Y/N let out a small whimper. This made Eddie ten times harder, and he lowered his face to Y/N’s cunt. He latched his mouth onto Y/N’s clit and started sucking on it.

This caused Y/N to moan out, and her hands latched themselves on Eddie’s hair and tugged on it. This only turned Eddie on more. He groaned out and sucked on Y/N’s clit, and then stuck his tounge into her aching hole. 

Y/N moaned out, and Eddie proceeding to eat Y/N out. Soon enough, she came onto his face. He sat back up and smirked.

Eddie: “God, you taste amazing. Wonder if you could try that with me~?”

He got up and moved to stand over Y/N’s face, he slowly and carefully forced Y/N’s mouth to open up, and he shoved his cock into her mouth. 

Eddie: “*Groans* God your mouth feels so good on my cock~!”

He started rocking his hips back and forth, forcing Y/N to suck him off. 

Eddie: “**Groans* Yes~! Y/N just like that~! You’re doing so good~!”

He picked up his speed but stopped since he wanted to cum in Y/N He pulled out his cock from her mouth and moved back down between her legs.

He grasped his cock in his hands and lined it up to Y/N’s hole.  He rubbed the tip against her hole, but then pushed it into her. Y/N let out a tiny scream, and Eddie slammed his lips onto her’s since he didn’t want her to wake up anyone or wake herself up.

He pushed more into her and sunk himself to the hilt. This caused her to twitch at the intrusion and Eddie tensed up thinking that she was going to wake up, to his luck, she stayed unconscious.

Eddie moved from Y/N’s lips and started kissing her neck, and her shoulders. He had to fight his urges to bite down on her neck and mark her his. He pushed Y/N’s shirt up and grasped her breasts, and this caused her to moan out loud.

Eddie: “Yeah you liked that didn’t you~! You like it when I play with your breasts~?”

Y/N moan out, as Eddie played with her breasts. He then pulled his hips back and pulled out half of his cock, leaving only the tip inside of her. He then thrusted back into her and started thrusting in and out of her.

Eddie: “*Groans* God fuck~! Yes, baby~!”

He tried to keep his volume down since he didn’t want Y/N to wake up, not until he has came into her, and she can’t stop him, since it’s too late.

Eddie: “So tight~! Your cunt is locking me inside of you~!”

Carefully Eddie pulled out of her and flipped her over to lay her on her stomach. He pulled her hips up and pushed her top half to the bed. So, her ass was up int the air. He shoved himself back into her which pushed her head into his pillows. 

Eddie: “*Groans* Fuck yeah~! You’re so fucken filthy Y/N~! Letting me use you like this, while you are sleeping~! God what a slut~!”

He felt his cock twitch inside of her, and he knew he was close, which upset him, since he wanted this to last longer, but he knew he couldn’t. He didn’t want to risk Y/N waking up to early, or someone walking in on him.

Eddie: “God fuck~! Your gonna make me cum princess~! And you don’t even know it~! Don’t even know how I’m gonna knock you up~!”

Eddie gripped her hips tighter, surprised that Y/N hasn’t woken up. He pulled out of her, since he didn’t want to cum just yet. He took a deep breath, calming down, but he reached down and started rubbing Y/N’s clit.

Eddie: “Don’t worry~ I’ll cum in you soon. But I wanted to let this last longer~!”

With that, Y/N came on his fingers. He deemed himself calm enough to shove himself back into her. Y/N cried out and he started thrusting in and out of her.

Eddie; "Yes~! This...this is what you want~! I-I know you do Y/N~! You’ll never leave my side; your parents can’t make you~!”

He picked up his speed and caused the bed to shake. This caused Y/N to stir, and she opened her eyes confused by what is happening. She felt the pleasure down there, and looked up which got Eddie’s attention, but he didn’t care caused he was close.

Eddie: “Aw~! Look who’s finally awake~!”

Alice turned her head her to look at Eddie, but he pulled out of her, and flipped her back to laying on her back. She squeaked and looked up at Eddie confused. She was still half asleep. He shoved himself back into her, and she cried out.

Y/N: “*Moans* W-What! E-E-Eddie, what are you...what are you doing~!?”

Eddie reached his hand down and started rubbing Y/N’s clit. he smirked, knowing that Y/N was still half asleep.

Eddie: “You’re dreaming my love~! This is all a dream~.”

Y/N: “*Moans* T-Then why does *Moans* Why does it f-feel so REAL~!”

Eddie smirked and let go of her clit and placed his arm next to her head.

Eddie: “Cause dreams are roots of people, my love~. Meaning...you’ve wanted me to fuck you like this*Groans* for so long~!”

Alice moaned and shook her head.

Alice: “N-No. E-Eddie is my friend. H-He’s like *Moans* He’s like a brother to ME~!”

Eddie didn’t like that one bit and grabbed a fist full of Y/N hair, and picked up his speed, slamming harder and deeper into her cunt. This caused her to cry out.

Eddie: “NO! You love me~! You love me~! God, you wanted to fuck me so much that you are dreaming me fucking your sluty cunt~!”

Alice cried out in pleasure, and grabbed onto Eddie’s bedsheets. 

Alice: “N-No I don’t! H-He’s my *Moans* He’s, my brother!”

Eddie growled at that, and tugged on Y/N’s hair, which caused her to cry out in pain.

Eddie: “NO I AM NOT~! You fucken love me Y/N~! You are having a dream of me fucing you~! Fuck~! This proves that you love *Groans* that you love me~!”

Alice moaned out and shook her head. Eddie grew upset about this, and let go of her hair, and instead grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting into her faster and harder. She cried out in pleasure, and she came.

Eddie: “*Laughs* See~! You just came all over my fucken cock~! You love me Y/N~! You love my cock~!”

Alice shook her head, and Eddie was upset that she was still rejecting him.

Eddie: “YES YOU DO~! Fuck it~! You love me Y/N~! You love my cock~! If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be having a dream of me fucking you right now~!”

Alice cried out in pleasure and wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck and pulled her closer to him and slammed her lips onto his. This made Eddie happy that Y/N was finally accepting him, and he picked up his speed when he felt his dick twitch.

Alice: “I-I-I love you, E-Eddie~! Fuck~!”

Eddie: “God fuck you do~! I knew you loved me~! W-When you wake up, you are going to tell me how much you love me~!”

Alice nodded her head, and kissed Eddie’s neck and his shoulder. Eddie loved this, and kissed the side of her head, as he thrusted into her.

Eddie: “Good girl~! Tell me how much you love me~! And how much you’ll stay by my side~! Tell me how much you want my cum inside of you~!”

Alice: “*Moans* E-E-Eddie please~! P-P-Please c-cum in me~!”

Eddie nearly came to that, and he laughed. He placed both his hands by Y/N’s side and leaned close to her body. Y/N pulled him closer to her body.

Eddie: “Fuck yeah~! I was planning on cumming in you~! You’re gonna take my cum like the good girl that you are~! You're gonna get pregnant with my kid and leave your parents~!”

Alice nodded her head and reached her hand down and started rubbing her clit. This turned Eddie on even more.

Eddie: “Y-Yeah rub your clit baby~! Bring you to climax~! T-Tell me how much you love me~!”

Alice: “*Moans* I-I love you E-E-Eddie~! I love you~! I-I LOVE you~! F-Fuck~! FUCK~!”

With that she came onto Eddie’s cock, which caused her walls to tighten around him, and that caused him to hit his own climax. He pushed his hips closer to her ass and came deep inside of her.

They both panted and calmed down. Y/N slowly fell back to sleep, and Eddie pulled out of her, but used a plug to plug up her hole so all his cum stayed inside of her.

he put his cock back inside his pants, cleaned Y/N up, and then crawled back to bed, and snuggled her to his chest. He couldn’t wait for the next day.

#eddie munson #dark eddie munson #yandere eddie munson #stranger things #perveddie #smut #Somnophilia #non-con #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reder