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Because my mutual wanted this I shall bless them with beauty. *Mwah* @raven-the-cryptid

Jonathan Crane x reader

Warnings: stalking, non-con touching and recording

Once he saw you he couldn't get enough. You were just too beautiful and the way your eyes shined in the light took away his breath. He wanted more, no- he needed more of you.

He started to stalk you, admiring your beauty from afar. But soon it wasn't enough he needed more. He tried talking to you in person but you just ignored him. Pain and anger struck him. But he wasn't mad at you, no not fully you were just trying to do your job. He can relate.

It wasn't your fault that those filthy creatures took away your attention. So instead he settled for a different way to spend time with you. He quickly learned your schedule and your routine. He made sure the times he could come over and the times he could stay and lay with you.

This time is no different he walked down the apartment hallway and headed towards your door. He had made a copy of your key so he could easily break get in. He smiled and twisted the doorknob open. You weren't home right now and weren't supposed to be home until later.

This means he has as much time as he wants to smell your scent. And also see if you made and changes or left anything interesting in your home. He loves knowing everything about you, your just his little thing that he loves to study. He made his way into your bedroom. He familiarized himself with the layout of your home already. He stepped inside your room and walked toward your dresser. He opened your top dresser to reveal your underwear. He grinned and his eyes lit up like kids eyes when they get candy. He grabs a pair and brings it to his nose and smells it. He takes a deep long inhale and then exhales with a sigh. He dramatically shivered and stumbled towards your bed. He falls on it and curls up in it. He just inhales your scent, it overwhelmed him but he didn't mind. He loved it, being surrounded by you is a blessing. He buried his face in your pillow and dozed off breathing in your addicting scent.

He awoke to the sound of the door to your apartment opening. His eyes flew open wide and he gasped. He must have slept to long. Panic engulfed him and he quickly flew to your closet and hid in there. He moved some clothes aside and hid in the very corner. He heard the bedroom door open and you step in. You were humming a tune that sounded absolutely beautiful. He watched you from the cracks. You were changing your clothes, starting with your top. You discarded it haphazardly onto the floor along with your bra. You placed on a bigger looser shirt. Then you took your tight pants that showed off your curves and put on some nice cotton pajama pants.

Jonathan could feel his dick grow hard in his pants. Just watching you change and seeing your body made him feel certain things. You yawned and grabbed your phone scrolling through it and then clicking in a video. You moved one of your hands towards your pants. You slipped your hand underneath your pants and underwear and start playing with your clit. You then entered two fingers into you. You started moaning and pink blush dusted your face. Jonathan was flustered and his eyes wide. He was loving every second of this. He loved hearing your cute moans. He pulled out his phone and recorded you. He was growing painfully hard and started to palm himself through his pants. His eyes are lidded matching yours. He couldn't help it you are just so cute and irresistible. He needed you right now but he couldn't. You let out one big moan and then you stopped your motions. You got up and left and returned a moment later. You turned your light off. You crawled back into bed and drifted off to sleep.

Jonathan looked at his phone it was 10:55pm it was late. He slowly opened the closet door and stepped out. He closed the door gently and made his way over to you. He laid down with you spooning your body close to his. His hands started to wander caressing you in many places. He felt how soft your tits were and how squishy your thighs were. He was worshipping your body, he couldn't get enough. He was loudly breathing into your ear on accident. He grabbed one of your hands and slid them underneath his pants he made your hand grab his dick. He gasped at the feeling and held back a moan. He started pumping himself with your hand. He was close to cumming, the sensation of your hand on his dick was to much for him. He let out a loud moan and cum covered your hand. He pulled your hand from his pants and placed it back where it was. You were stirring from your sleep but he paid no mind.

He started to touch you some more this time playing with your hair. Your eyes slowly opened and you froze. Your blood went cold and you accidentally let out a whimper. Jonathan froze and turned your body facing him. Your eyes were big and bug eyed staring at him. You started to move so Jonathan held you down, trapping you underneath him. You started to scream, letting out a big bloody scream. His eyes widened and he cursed himself. He reached into his pocket and grabbed out some of his fear toxin. He sprayed you with it making you speechless but your fear still active and much worse. You just stared at him with tears cascading down your face. You wanted this to be over but he wanted this to be forever and eventually it will.

Hello

Could i ask for a story where Jonathan crane makes his female student do a blowjob on him for better grades? Like... forcing? I'm sorry

Don't be sorry it's totally fine.

Jonathan Crane x reader

You were struggling in his class, you only had a D+. You needed to bring up your grade so here you were. You walked towards him, he was currently at his desk. He heard your footsteps and he glanced up at your figure walking towards him.

You nervously looked at him and your fingers were twitching. "U-uhm s-sir I need to talk to y-you about my grade..." You stuttered and looked away. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. He fully took in you and your outfit. He licked his lips, you were wearing such a tight dress that showed off your curves. He cleared his throat "Yes, what about them?"

"I-I was wondering if t-there was anything I could do to bring it up..?" You asked in a whisper, he smirked at your shyness. " I suppose there are a few things that you could do.." he looked a you with a lust filled gaze. You met his eyes and saw the fire burning in them and you looked away again.

"L-like what? I'll d anything to bring it up.." your legs were shaking, you were so nervous for nothing. "Come over here" you looked at him with confusion but did what he said. You looked at with with big eyes waiting to see what he would do next.

Jonathan turned towards you and smirked. He grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards him. You gasped and your heart started racing more if it was even possible. "M-Mr.Crane?" You asked "you said you would do anything right?" He whispered lowly in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and your wide eyes looked at him.

"I-I yeah .." you said not liking where this was going. "Then get on your knees" he said in a dark voice. Your eyes widened even more and you shook your head. "N-no please I'll do anything else please.." you begged tears fell down your cheeks. You looked down and saw his cock pressed tightly against his pants, begging to be freed.

He chuckled "I've already decided so if you want your grade up then you'll get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl" he said and his grip on your wrist got tighter. You sobbed and shook your head "N-no let go!" With his free hand he undid his belt and freed his cock. You shoke harder seeing it and you tugged trying to break free.

He rolled his eyes "stop being so difficult you asked for this.." he tugged your wrist hard so you fell right in front of him. You face only inches away from his twitching cock. You tried to beg more but then his hand went to the back of your head and forced you closer. You tried to turn away but then it slapped against your cheek and the tip pressed against your lips.

You squirmed and squealed, your broken sobs ignored. "If you bite me I swear I will ruin you" he muttered. He grabbed you face and pried your jaw open. He then thrusted his cock into your mouth. You screamed and as it hit the back of your mouth you gagged. You started choking and he laughed you are having a hard time breathing.

His pace was rough and fast, he didn't let you up for air and guided your head up and down. The lewd sound of his cock violating your mouth echoed of the walls of the room. Your sobs started to quiet down but tears still flowed out of your eyes. Your jaw tightened but you didn't dare bite.

"Ahh good girl your taking me so well hahh" he gasps out his head was tossed back and he let out a little whine as your tongue accidentally ran against one of his veins. He tugged your head and made you go faster to where everything was blurry. He was chasing his high and was close. You gagged and screamed out, you couldn't take this and you sure as hell didn't want to swallow his cum.

Without warning he cummed in your mouth and pulled you off him. You gasped and coughed out, salvia dripped out of your mouth. He cock twitched and was coated with your spit. He grinned when he saw what a mess you were. He still had a tight grip on your hair. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your makeup was running. Cum and salvia dripped out of your mouth and you looked at him with a hard gaze.

"Were not done yet sweetheart.." he said, your eyes widen and you tried to say something but he forced you down in his cock before you could. You screamed and he made you choke again. He shoved you all the way down on his cock till your nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. You whined and fresh tears poured out your eyes.

You couldn't take this your wanted it to be over. You sobbed and your body went slack, surrounding yourself to him. He grinned at this and took your mouth off him. You looked at him with lidded eyes. "T-thank you" you babbled. He grabbed his cock and started to pump himself fast. Your eyes widened at the realization "N-No please" you whined you braced yourself and shut your eyes. He groaned and you felt his hit cum land on your face. He looked down at you and licked his lips. The scene before him was breathtaking.

Your face was coated with his cum and your whined. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at with big puppy eyes. Your face was flushed and it looked like you could fall over any second. "Good job I'll be sure to raise that grade bye now" he the tucked himself into his pants and turned away.

This is non-con so beware and read at your own discretion. Mature audience only! No I don't condeme anything happening in the story. If rape is triggering for you then click off and do not read. If you ignore the warnings and read this I am not responsible for anything. Please take care of yourselves, I love you all <3

Jack the Ripper x reader

I walked down the poorly lighted street. I crossed my arms over my chest. I shivered and nervously looked around. As I walked past a dark alley I felt eyes on me. I turned my head around out of paranoia but didn't see anyone. When I was about to turn my head around I felt an arm snake around my waist. "Hey!-" I yelped in surprise.

The other hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my voice. I started to squirm and thrash in his embrace. The man's lips brushed against the shell of my earand shushed me. He pulled me into the dark alley.

I could hardly see anything and the light provided by the lamp post did next to nothing to brighten the alley up. I didn't stop squirming so the guy slammed me into the brick wall. I let out a pained cry and tears filled my eyes. "Will you stop struggling and not scream for help when I remove my hand?" He said in ahushed tone.

I nodded my head, and he slowly moved his hand away from my mouth and spun me around. I took in his appearance, he had facial hair and wore very formal attire. I trembled and my knees threatened to give up on me. "P-please don't hurt m-me..." I whispered, my voice trembled and I kept stuttering over my words. He chuckled "Such a pretty color.." he mumbled

I stared at him in confusion. "W-what?" I said, his hand gripped my neck and pushed me against the wall. His eyes seemed to pierce through me and into my soul. I let out a whimper and tears escaped my eyes. His free hand ran up my body slowly. And it finally landed on my clothed breast. My eyes widened and I gasped "P-please n-no.." I said now trying to struggle again.

He paused and a devilish grin spread across his face. "I've never seen this color before...how beautiful" He tightened his grip on my neck and my heart rate increased. He slammed me on the floor and pressed his clothed cock against my face.

He quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It sprung out and pressed against my cheek. I tightly closed my lips shut and glared up at him. Tears still escaped my eyes and I was scared but I played brave. His cock twitched against my cheek and I could tell he was leaking pre-cum.

He grinned down at me and forcefully took my chin in his hand. He placed his thumb on my lip and pried my mouth open. "Mmph!-" I shook my head but his grip was strong. "Don't bite or I'll tear out your eyes and then string your organs over this alley.." My vision was blurry and I let out a sob.

The tip pressed against my lips and slowly entered my mouth. He let out a low moan and sighed when he fully entered my warm mouth. I looked up at him and saw his face, although it was dark I could tell he was enjoying this; the bastard.

He thrusted his hips and his cock touched the back of my throat causing me to gag. He placed his hand on the back of my head. "Guess I got to take control huh?.." he let out a deep soft laugh

He then started guiding my head on his cock. My tongue grazed the underside of his cock. I let out a sob and he started going faster then I could keep up with. I was gagging and choking and my hands went up to his thighs. The sloppy sounds echoed against the alley's walls.

I grasped his legs and dug my nails into the rough material of his pants. "Mmghp!" Was the only sound that came out when I tried to protest. I gripped his thighs and tried to pry myself away. I breathed heavily through my nose trying to regain my breath. His hand tightened around my head and he forced me to take all of him. He kept me there, my nose pressed against his pubes. They tickled my face and I let out another muffled sound.

He thrusted again and cum shot out and slid down my throat. He sighed and gave one last thrust and looked down at my face. "You give off such petty color...I wonder" he slid out of my mouth which caused me to gasp for air.

He shoved my shoulders and I fell to the cold hard ground. I let out a whimper "P-please no more.." I begged, he crouched down on his knees. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer. "Oh God please help.." I sobbed which caused his to chuckle "No God is going to save you.."

He lifted up my dress and exposed my underwear. He grabbed them and tore them off leaving me fully exposed to him. I let out another sob "P-please don't Im begging you... I won't tell a-anyone I promise!" But he seemed to ignore my pleas.

He lined up the tip of his cock to my entrance. He looked down at me with a gaze that was full of lust and desire. He then slammed his hips and entered me. I gasped and let out a whine. I gripped the floor and grunted in pain at the sudden entrance.

His pace was slow and then eventually got faster. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoed in the alley. I cried out and he tossed my legs over his shoulders. He then placed his hands beside my head and peered into my eyes.

He thrusted faster into me hitting places he couldn't reach before. He maintained eye contact with me and I let out a broken and unwanted moan. Which caused him to pause for a second and then a wide grin spread across his face. "Did you just moan...oh wow and your color is so different from the rest.."

I tossed my head back and bit my lip silently begging for this to be over. He slammed into me harder and faster. He started to pant and then tossed his head back and moaned. I felt his cum shoot into me and I let out a sob. "Oh God no no no I don't wanna be pregnant.." I cried, he pulled out his cock. It twitched and cum coated the tip.

He then flipped me over "No no please no more I can't take anymore please-" I then let out a sound between a gasp and a moan. He gripped my hips and lifted my ass up. His nails dug into my exposed flesh and his hips snapped against my ass.

Broken sobs escaped my mouth one after another. One hand sneaked around and started to play with my clit. His middle finger rubbed circles against it. He slowly teased it and I let a moan. I twitched and started to squirm. "No please don't do that!" I begged

"So sensitive.." he mumbled and started to go faster. I moaned louder and bucked my hips forward. "Are you perhaps enjoying this..?" He asked and I immediately shook my head no "N-no of course not you monster! A-ah!" He slapped my ass and picked up his speed.

Soon enough we both were cumming. His seed covered my gummy walls and my cum coated his cock. I clenched subconsciously and he groaned. I panted, my chest rose up and down quickly. I stared to drool and my eyes fluttered shut.

The man before me saw my pitiful form and decided to give me mercy. So he scooped me up and took me to his place.

01 | KNIFEPLAY

tags : TW: non-con to dub-con, dark, fingering, slight degradation, possessive!tae, object insertion (TW: you get fucked with the knife handle), TW: he carves his initials into your skin, reader does get turned on, IMPORTANT: she doesn’t say yes explicitly

plot : you wake up to a (handsome) stranger in your room at night.

word count : 1.9 k

You slept comfortably underneath your soft comforters and in the safety of your home. The days events had tired you out so sleep was welcomed rather quickly after you arrived home and changed. You spent no less than five minutes putting trinkets away and changing into your pjs as you dropped dead.

The moonlight crept in through your top window, shining down directly on your body. You were a very light sleeper, one little sound and that could be the cause of your awakening. So when the sound of a small creak from the main living room made its' way into your bedroom it had you stirring awake.

You lived in a relatively peaceful neighborhood, neighbors were quiet and respectful during the night. There wasn't any reason as to why the sound would come from outside. You opened your bleary eyes, blinking slowly as your vision blurred until you adjusted it.

Your room was as it was left before you went to bed, nothing was touched and your shoes seemed to be right by the door as you left them. You didn't own any pets either. You decided you were being silly and headed back to sleep.

As your eyes closed once more the creaking sound was heard again. It was more prominent now, and closer too. You cracked your eyes open again and frowned, "What the..?"

You stared at your closed door for a few minutes, waiting for any more creaks or noises. Nothing came. "I must be going crazy." You murmur and sit up, still you decided it was better to check it out anyways.

You slipped your soft slippers on and stepped out of your room, walking towards your living room and then to the kitchen for a glass of water. You were cursing yourself because now you were going to be wide awake due to some silly little noise.

"Swear this is ridiculous." You sigh, shaking your head and setting the glass back down in the sink.

With all the lights turned off again you head back to sleep, missing the fact that your shoes once by your door were now kicked off to the side. You slipped back into bed and closed your eyes, ready for sleep to take you once more.

The creaking sound happens again, only this time in your room. You frown because you think you're going crazy so you ignore it and snuggle deeper into the blankets. Another creak happens right next to you now.

"Oh my god–" you huff and roll on to your back intending to get out of bed but suddenly a gloved hand comes down to cover your mouth. A heavier entity sits on top of you, holding you in place as you lie there helpless and vulnerable.

Panic fills you, you squirm and begin to release muffled cries. The dark figure looms over you, shushing your soft panicked cries. "Shh.. shh.. not gonna hurt you if you're a good girl." He says in a deep baritone rumble.

Your frantic eyes land on the figure on top of you, slowly you will yourself to relax and not move as he praises you softly.

"Good girl, there you go." He whispers, "I'm gonna remove my hand now, okay? If you scream or cry for help you're going to force me to have to resort to more unorthodox ways to restrain you," he trails off, the threat is left unsaid but you perfectly get the memo.

You release a quivering whimper, swallowing the lump formed in your throat as you whisper back, "W-Why are you in my h-house?"

He chuckles quietly, "I don't think you're in any position to ask me anything sweetheart." He caresses your face with a gloved hand, "The real question is why you don't lock your back doors? You make it real easy for a hungry wolf like me to break into your little house." He grips your chin.

You didn't lock them because this was supposed to be a "safe neighborhood". You don't reply to him, so he continues his little monologue, "I mean if it were any other person just imagine what they'd do to a pretty little thing like you?"

".. You're no different." You reply softly, this guy just seemed full of himself.

"I'm not aren't I?" He chuckles, "The difference is I got luckier than them."

You defiantly stare back at him, glaring at this weirdo who's on a power trip. He stops speaking at some point and leans down, finally revealing himself. If he'd been normal and you met under different circumstances you'd definitely give him your number. His visuals were no joke.

"I came in here looking for something good, but I got the secret treasure,” he grins, flicking open a rather sharp knife.

Your heart stops and you freeze in utter fear. You think it’s the end, mentally praying and wishing your loved ones goodbye as you squeeze your eyes shut. “..Please..” you whimper quietly.

The sharp tip of his blade presses threateningly against your chest. You tremble under him and await for the blade to pierce through your skin, if you’re lucky you get a swift death. “Taehyung,” he calmly speaks, “say it.”

You feel the blade press down harder, a stinging sensation overtaking your senses. “T-Taehyung please–” you sob.

Taehyung sports a cheshire grin, “You sound so pretty when you beg like that,” he slides the blade down until it catches on the button of your pajama top, “you look prettier with tears though.” He suddenly swipes down.

You cry out in shock, body jolting in fear as the first button to your pajama comes undone. “Makes me wish I brought my trusty camera with me. You’d look much prettier on film don’t you think?”

He drags the blade down to the second button, popping it right off as it goes flying and lands on the ground. “And it’d all be for me.” He smirks and flicks the knife downwards to finish the rest of the buttons.

Your top easily slips and exposes your perky tits and tummy. The air hardens your nipples immediately and you go to cover them with your hand, “Ah-Ah,” he chides you as if he were talking to a child, “let me see those cute tits of yours baby.”

Taehyung’s eyes watch your every movement as you hesitantly slide your hand off and let him see your tits again. “There you go,” he breathes out, “just like that. Relax for me sweetheart.” He brings the blade up and runs it down your stomach, all the way to the hem of your pajama shorts.

He stops and stares, “Let’s get these off shall we?” He pats your thigh.

You hesitantly reach down and pull the shorts off, slipping them down your thighs as they pool around your ankles. “Good girl,” Taehyung chuckles as he rips your cotton panties in half. “Oh? What’s this?” He grins holding the tattered item, a obvious wet patch glaring right back at you.

A fierce blush dusted your cheeks, you did admit that having such an attractive man stare at your body with desire and lust did things to you. It didn’t change the fact he was a horrible person but you blamed it on your horny brain. “I-I,”

“Cute.” He flings the panties at your face, “I wonder if it will fit?” He suddenly asks.

Fit?

“W-Wha..” you trail off and try to sit up but he pushes you back down.

“Open.” Taehyung prods the thick handle of his knife against your lips. “Get it nice and wet for me.”

Your eyes widen and you feel more slick pour from your pussy. You’re a bit shocked he wants to fuck you using the handle, that for sure was a first to you. With a quivery sigh you part your lips and let him slip the handle into your mouth.

“Look how good you take it.” Taehyung grins as he watches you run your tongue over the handle and coat it in your spit/slick. “Oh baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He laughs.

You grow shyer under his intense stare, opting to look at anything but him in the room. He slaps your cheek a couple times gently, “Alright that’s enough.” He grunts, “Gonna spread you open now.”

He sits back on his haunches, bringing the wet slicked up handle to your pussy as he presses it in. You bite back a whine, feeling the firm handle slip past your sopping folds and against your throbbing clit. He flicks the handle upwards and then slips it lower to where your greedy hole is.

“Eyes on me baby.” Taehyung lowly whispers as he presses the handle in slowly.

A shaky gasp escapes your slicked up lips, you turn to look at him and watch the way he slips the handle into your pussy. It’s thick, intruding on your walls deliciously as it fills you. It doesn’t compare to your fingers or toys you use, but it definitely fills you up nicely.

A quiet moan bubbles out of your throat as you feel the small curved part press up against your sensitive spot. Taehyung takes notice as he licks his lips, “You like it right there?”

He flicks his wrist and digs the handle into that sensitive spot. You cry out, back arching off the bed and thighs going taut as you lock up. “Y..es..!” You choke out.

“You need more?” Taehyung darkly growls, “Gonna rut against me like a bitch in heat?” He begins moving the handle in and out of you.

“Please!” You whimper loudly, your thighs shake faintly as you struggle to keep them parted.

Your pussy makes an embarrassing squelching sound. The noises fill the room and you feel slick dribble down your ass cheeks and on to your comforter. Taehyung’s dark eyes are no longer on you, rather your pussy which is greedily swallowing up the handle of his knife.

“You’re leaking everywhere baby, for someone who was so scared you sure are a dirty girl.” Taehyung bites his lip, “Taking it so good,” he praises under his breath.

You grip the bed sheets under you, hips rolling upward as you unabashedly moan and whine for more. You can feel a steady orgasm beginning to eat away at you. The pleasure you’re feeling is like no other.

Taehyung watches you slowly lose control, he snarls softly and yanks the knife handle out of you. You cry out in shock and feel him replace the item with two of his fingers. He begins to fuck them into you rapidly, the palm of hand slaps against your pussy.

Your lips form a ‘o’ as you go silent. He’s slamming his fingers over and over into you, creating a loud flopping sound. Your senses go haywire and suddenly you’re soaking his fingers and coming so hard you nearly black out.

“Oh my god,” you sob out, thighs shaking from the force of your orgasm.

Taehyung licks his lips with a shaky breath as he pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth for a taste. He moans and reaches for the wet knife, “You’re mine baby,” he presses the blade on your pelvis and begins carving into your skin, “all fucking mine.” He breathes out.

You whimper hazily, laying there as he marks your once unblemished skin. “This,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “is proof.”

‘KTH’

NOTE: i’m gonna be writing for kinktober this whole month hehe, some one shots will be darker but proper warnings are in order. in between i will update the jock!jk series and post that mob boss fic!

The Babysitter

Warnings: NON-CON, Dark!College!Peter, mentions of abuse/abusive relationships, slight age gap

!!! Please don’t read if any of this offends you !!! 

summary: You are Peter’s first and only love, and all he ever wanted was to show you how much better it could be.

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imagine obsessed!könig keeping his darling, you, all to himself and away from everyone else. he keeps you locked up in a cage, stripped of any clothing as you sit behind the metal bars. the cage is under a bed in his basement, the 'play room' as he calls it. the thick leash attached to the collar around your throat makes it easy for him to pull you out of the cage that provides you a little comfort with the blanket and a pillow, no matter how much you struggle against the strong force. he's just so much bigger and stronger than you, his little plaything. könig loves to test out how far he can push you, how many orgasms he can force out of you until you pass out, how thick the dildo is he can push in till you go limp on the mattress or your hole starts to bleed. or how long you can stay awake without breathing as his massive hand covers your mouth and nose while his thick cock pounds in and out of your weeping pussy.

Chubby Short Omega Male Reader x Tall muscular Alpha KNJ

Warning: Slight hurt/ Comfort/Fluff, Depression, Body dysphoria, Omega males have feminine curves, Insecurities, Self-doubt, Dangerous fasting, Extreme Diet, suicidal thoughts, Non consensual attempt of rape.

Paring: Male Omega Reader x Alpha Kim NamJoon 

(This two-part story is dedicated to myself and my friend. We have massive body insecurities, mainly me)

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" Nobody is going to actually like you if you dont lose that pudgy form."

" Try this herbal tea diet. It will burn away all that ugly fat."

"Hi, I am calling from herbal life with some food supplement that will help you improver your life."

The words burn in your memory. You know how the happiest moments of your life are buried almost like a dream, and then the one that scars you the most are the ones you remembered vividly? The more you remember, the painful it gets. You felt like you were created to be the laughing stock of everyone around you, but you laugh with them through your pain.  

The advertisement, despite the progressive movement for the future, fails to reach the audience. Nobody wants to see a chubby person modeling a two-piece or lingerie. Nobody wanted to understand that not all body types are the same nobody wish to comprehend that it could be a medical condition. You are a clown to those around you—an animal on display.

Today you woke with the shiny light peeking through your bamboo shades. It almost gave your body a natural glow reminiscing the look of a deity that had just awoken from slumber. You reached toward your nightstand where your phone laid there, charged at a hundred percent. Eight-thirty read your phone, laying it your phone back down, you let out a moan while you stretched out the sleepiness out of your body.

You look to the side of the bed, where you find an empty spot. Namjoon probably left early to work out or something. Sitting up carefully while taking off the sheet from your body, placing your tiny feet on your fluffy slippers. You proceeded to redo the bed and reorganizing anything that looked off-placed. 

Kim Namjoon a major hotty, an icon, songwriter, and rapper, not to mention a tall Alpha. You were still wondering how in the heck did the universe make the decision that a 6'7 ft (200.66 cm) fit man would end up with a 5'0ft chubby man. You had so many questions like, why would the universe humiliate him like that? The story of the cool guy and the nerdy boy seems so cliche, but it was your reality. 

You worked as a computer programmer for a small company. It didn't make the money Namjoon did, but it was enough for yourself and the rental. The night you meet Namjoon, he was with his friends drinking, and you had gone with a friend, well, a person who you thought was a friend. They left you there. Physically known that Omegas are not strong unless you put them against each other, they would look like two bunnies fighting. You had an Alpha that night that was harassing you, trying to get into your pants. After denying the Alpha about five times, the Alpha thought your no's were not valid. Forcing you out of the seat and pulling you through the crowd that smelled like cigars, sex, and sweat all together made your mind hazy, and you almost wanted to puke.

When the Alpha had pulled you toward the restroom or more like lead you to the Alpha restroom, They lifted you up and pinned you to the wall. The harasser was taking his time licking and smelling the sweet scent of apple pie and marshmallow. You had concluded that if this was going to happen, you were going to end it altogether. Your virginity was meant for your mate and not because your parent had told you gosh, no. The idea of innocence is a concept that has been introduced to shame Omegas in manipulation. You did not have the desire to please other Alphas like an ATM. You wanted to share the intimate moment with that special person that would make you feel safe, loved, and cared for, not a drunk bastard.

You had blocked out all reality and concentrated on breathing. You were no match for the stupidly drunken Alpha, so fighting was a no-go. You regret coming here, regret being friends with somebody who played you, regret being im this moment, and sadly non of it is your fault. Closing your eye, you tried to imagine the last time you felt light when you felt euphoric. Nothing, just darkness, and pain. Everyone shaming you, invalidating you, using your kindness for their own benefit just to throw you away like a used tissue. 

You had not realized when your face was decorated with tears of sadness you were desperate for a source of comfort, something that would tell you, 'It's ok. You are safe now.' 'Don't be scared. I'll hold you and take care of you.'  This was not a fairy tale. When the Alpha had stripped off the first layer of clothes from your lower area, you had this new flush of helplessness, sorrow, and torment.

A taller Alpha had rushed into the bathroom, eyes crackle in rage and anger glowing its golden color, indicating that his wolf was present. The Alpha that held your body looked at the other growling, dangerously protecting the vessel that carries their pup. The taller Alpha, however, did not care for the ominous warnings of the shorter Alpha. He was ready to shed blood if he needed to.

The Alpha, close to the bathroom entrance, rushed toward the one hovering your poor and shaken body doing an apex tackle on the Alpha. Stradling the weaker Alpha, he started to use some of the techniques that his fellow Alpha friend had shown him giving uppercuts, lower, hook, and punches. Did this mysterious Alpha know that possed him to become this protective and aggressive? No, but he felt good protecting an endangered Omega. 

You had heard a bit of the commotion going on. You smelled two Alphas one was the one with the sour smell, and the other one smelled like mahogany wood and black cherries. You were scared where the two of them going to gang up on you? You let out a pitiful mewling sound which had a quick response from the nice smelling Alpha.

The Alpha hands covered with the crimson fluid from the knocked out Alpha rushed to aid at your side. The Alpha emitted a smoother scent from the previous one. He slowly made his way toward your curled, shaken body, studying the smell of distress and mentally in pain. He quickly dressed you again and took off his suit jacket that wraps completely around like a dumpling. Your eyes still close far deep in the mental pain your wolf had let out more desperate mews. The Alpha picked you up and cradled you placing your face directly on his chest, and started crooning the sound that would help any Omega who was distressed or worried by something.

You felt calm, almost like you were floating. The happiness you were seeking bubbled your wolf fronted as you had opened your eyes a lovely glowing lavender color. You felt safe, loved, and cared for by this stranger.

."It's ok little Omega. Alpha has you now. I will always protect you from harm. My sweet little Omega, you are safe now."

Your blurry sight tried to focus on the good-smelling Alpha, but with no mental strength to keep you running, you were left to repose with a soft purr. Your wolf knew that in whoever's arms you were in, they were going to take care of you.

Young Gods {Eustass Kid X Reader}

"Baby girl, don't get cut on my edges. I'm the king of everything and my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs. And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight" ~ Halsey, Young Gods

NSFW below

Mentions: murder, hiding bodies, cheating, broken marriage, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, domestic violence (Kind Off), verbal abuse

NSFW mentions: Worship, rough sex (mentioned), Consenual sex at the start, Non-Con at the end (mentioned)

No NSFW cut this time, sorry pals

I do not condone Non-Con in any way, shape or form. I didn't think I'd ever write something like this. But it just kind of came to this, considering this one shot is based off the song and I always interpreted the quote above as pressuring into sex, this is kinda were it led. I originally planned to have a different outcome here, but the flow got me

Be mindful. Any comments that glorify non-con will be deleted and you will be blocked. People went through this, they experienced the pain and the suffering and the torment. I am not here to make light of what goe son behind the scenes, I'm not here to write a silly little enter tainemtn for you. Rape isn't entertainment, it should never be.

He wasn't good for you. You knew. He knew. Everyone knew. They kept telling you he wasn't for you, but you didn't want to listen. He was Kid, your Kid. Hotheaded, stubborn, aggressive but still yours. And he did keep it that way, he still remained yours, but never yours to control, to calm down. He was yours to love, but you were not his to love unconditionally.

There had been many instances, many mistakes you had caught him in, but still he kept you close. It's not like he forced you, it was simply your obsession with him, the way he made you feel, knew to play you like an instrument he had studied since childhood. He was insane, but who was to say you weren't?

There was that one time, he had been in your shared bed. Not alone, of course. You had opened the door after coming home, after eating your cold dinner he had made - it was quite terrible - and had seen him buried deep inside someone, wild blonde hair all over the bedsheets, hands grasping at Kid's and eyes closed, lowly moaning and grunting. Kid had heard the door open. Felt you enter.

You never forget that look in his eyes, as his eyes locked onto you, his hips not stilling their movements. He seemed angry, but not at the interruption.

He spent the night digging a six feet deep hole in the garden. You had spent the next morning planting flowers on the freshly re-dug dirt.

It was like this a couple times. Whenever you caught him, he would spent the night in the garden. It became a ritual of sorts, even though you were quite unsure about why decided to kill those people - men and women alike. Was it some sort of apology? Most likely not, he kept doing it over and over again.

Sometimes, when you were lying in bed alone, when you heard the shovel scrape and the dirt thump, when you heard his grunts and curses, when you heard him drag and something fall, before the dirt fell again, you asked yourself why you didn't go to the police, why you didn't rat him out, but the flashes of blue hair, blades, fishnets and a metal arm reminded you why.

Then, there were the nights he would worship you, his tongue lapping at every part of your skin, teeth working little purple bruises on your neck, on your arms and thighs, your stomach feeling warm where his flesh hand touched and cold where his prosthetic softly held you. It was sweet, loving even. You felt his mouth leave your shoulder, his tongue reappeared on your calf, he held your foot softly, before his tongue slowly made his way up. His mouth would worship your shoulders, your arms and hands, his tongue would glide from your feet up to your stomach, higher to your neck and into your face, he would lick you most private parts, making you mewl, making you moan. Making you absolutely his.

The Windows and doors would be shut, the curtains drawn closed, the noises of his wet tongue exploring your body yet again filling the room along with your moans and whimpers, your whispers for more and for him to stop already. He would make you come undone this way, absorbing whatever you gave him. His hands would continue, warm and cold a poetic play on your skin, as he expertedly played you, as he felt you shiver and heard you call out his name. Another time you would give in, and an additional one for good measure. These nights wer exhausting, pushing you to your limit again and again, making you forget what he had done again, making sure you still were his.

It worked, usually. These nights that seemed to be so full of love, if adoration and absolute infatuation from both sides, they were testaments of trust, a promise of love. Sometimes you wished it would stay like this forever, but alas. Another night, another girl. A different night, a different guy. He never changed, what would make him do that? Of course you wouldn't be reason enough.

"It's your fault I have to do this! You're just so boring, you're so strict and conforming, you always want to do the same lame things, like you want to control everything I do! Let a man have some fun if he needs to, you don't fucking provide it after all! Or what, you gonna say now, that it's not? Not your fault?! I even kill these chicks for you! I do that for you, or you'd flip! I know you people, you're all the same! What's the problem now. Then? You outraged cuz' the last dude didn't look like you enough? Does that make you cry? Should I get you to bed so you can rest? This ain't a fuckin' miracle dream, get the fuck over it!"

Of course, there were the arguments. When you had enough. When he had enough. Who was to tell? Maybe both. Screaming matches usually, resulting in broken promises, broken furniture. Broken Trust, even. You didn't listen to him. He didn't listen to you, that's how it normally went. Although, sometimes he did listen, sometimes he was quiet, death stare as you screamed your troubles. And then he followed, words twisted - or were they not? With an even louder voice, thundering through the house, no doubt your neighbours heard you, but they wouldn't snitch on the cops. Of course they wouldn't. The previous ones tried it. Their bodies weren't in your garden, but you didn't know where they were, didn't care.

"What?! That's not even what-"

"Oh, shut it with your complaining! That's all you ever do! What would you have done without me. Huh?! I could have left you alone at the altar! I should have! Would have shut you up properly! What if I snitched to the cops about the bodies, Huh? You were the one planting seeds, they saw that shit! If I would snitch, you would have absolutely no where to run to! Think you're gonna be safe in prison? Oh, snowflake, you wouldn't survive a day! You're nothing without me, you're fucking mine. So act like it! Or I'll make sure you will in the future!"

That was usually enough to shut you up. The fear of being rat out to the police, fear of being alone with actual criminals in a prison, some of which he controlled, was too much. At the start, that was always the end of it and he would go out, undoubtedly to do his own business again, while you pulled yourself together, cleaning the glass of the bottle from the floor that he had thrown in your direction. There had been no intention to hit, and he didn't, aiming farther right than he would have if he meant to hit you. You didn't want him to be mad. But after you realized, he wouldn't actually throw you to the cops, because they would find him, the threat stopped working. And it continued.

"You know damn well, that if they find the bodies you're gonna be the first they get in! I can lie myself out no problem, but what would they say, seeing a dude as tall as you with blunt force trauma, multiple stab wounds? Someone with your DNA inside and on them? No way I would go in for that! You would basically confess, and we both know that's not what you do!"

"Playing smart, Huh? Think you're better than me because you're a pretty little thing that can use their pretty little brain, Huh? Well, let me show you who that brain belongs to, I'm gonna keep my promise snowflake. I'm gonna show you that you fucking belong to me and do what I fucking say!"

He approach with loud thumps, steps heavy on the wooded floorboards, the remote you had thrown to deter him easily caught in his grip and abandoned on the floor. His eyes would shine dangerously, anger and lust filled, as he toweder over you, harshly grabbing your hair. He would tear you to the bedroom, ignoring your cries and attacks. The door would be slammed shut, key turned to lock it. The window would be wide open, curtains open as he turned on the light and pushed you towards the window.

"You gonna fucking defy me again, I'll make sure they all see you naked. And just to make it clear, if I need to go that far, Might as well carve my name into you, snowflake"

He squeezed your stomach harshly at that, empty threat hanging heavy above your head, as he pushed you towards the bed, his own clothes discarded fairly fast, and you followed suit. He sat down near the edge, yanking you to the floor and forcing your head onto his dick, making you gag as he went past your limits yet again. He pushed you up, onto the bed, hand on either side. You had stopped resisting, after all, what was it worth? Otherwise, you could be the first body in your garden without flowers. You didn't want to end like this, so you complied.

This was your life. You stayed with him, a twisted thing inside your heart telling you it was his way of loving you, his way of keeping you safe, but when he shut you off from the outside completely, no, since the first of these escalated nights, you knew he wasn't. This wasn't love, this was obsession, ownership. You were a hostage and you had no one to rescue you. You couldn't even help yourself.

So you stayed.

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I actually originally planned this to be smut. Full on smut, but after discovering it went into a non-con direction, I felt really uncomfortable. So this is all you get. I will never, EVER write something like this again. I feel absolutely disgusting. But it's written, might as well let people read it.

This One Shot is not written for entertainment it also isn't written to inform, it's to give a sneak peak of why peole might stay with someone abusive. It's the ways manipulations can go. They might go so far, they might not. Please be aware, stay safe and keep in mind this can happen to anyone, no matter, age or gender or relationship to the abuser. Every Abuse is different and every story is unique. It's not our place to ask, but it's our place to listen when they talk.

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