‼️Requests are invited‼️
I mean... It's Oneshots that are mostly smut. What more do I have to say?
The chapters are female (She/Her) readers unless requested otherwise. I'm always open to requests for male (He/Him) or non-binary (They/Them) readers...
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This was requested by seriouslythoughwhat and how could I say no to them after they left over fifty *positive* comments on my last one shot 😃
Anyways, please mind the warnings!
Warning: !!CNC: Consensual non-consent - Also known as r@pe play, is described loosely as "Any of many fantasy roleplay of being taken against their will.", Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Overstimulation, Slight Breeding Kink, Dacryphilia, Improvised Bondage, Anal, Gangbang, Spitting, Rimming, Breath Control, Knife Play(?), Double Penetration, Polyamorous Relationship!!
Disclaimer!!: This is not meant to glamorize any type of abuse, exploitation, coercion, etc.!
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Your breathing was soft as you continued on your way home, only a few fading stars in the dead of the night sky, crickets chirping quietly on the equally dead route back to your house. Throwing your head back you let out a sigh into the chilly autumn air, counting the few blinking christmas lights in the undistinguished background called the sky. The moon wasn't even in sight, the usual subtle, grey glow from the moonshine no where in sight. Your walk home feeling a little unsettling today as you wrapped your warm jacket tighter around your body.
You see, with your work schedule you work in the morning and go to night classes to make up for some of the material you miss from your lectures. In your place of work, it was more of a morning job than a night job, but you didn't mind because you found a way to build your schedule perfectly around it.
You always make it back to your apartment by about one-thirty to two in the morning, you do your night routine, get into bed at two-thirty at the latest, sleep for five hours, wake up and get to work by eight, work a fourteen hour shift, get to your night classes by ten-fifteen, your classes are finished by one, and your apartment is about a fifteen minute walk from your college. And you did that every single day --save for Saturday's when you didn't have work.
But something about this walk felt different.
If you were being honest, you felt like you were being watched, so your steps were subconsciously quicker than usual, your eyes darting around from time to time to make sure you weren't being paranoid. The route to your apartment was usually very calm and tame, but one single turn on your route could change all that instantly. You had to walk down a sketchy alley and make one more turn back onto the street before you reached your apartment. Nothing has happened to you in that alley, and for that you were grateful, but you always carried pepper spray just in case; especially since there had been an increase of assaults in your city.
Reaching into your pocket, you gripped it tightly when you started to hear your footsteps echo, your hand getting shakier as you tried your best to calm your breathing. You couldn't let whoever was there know that you knew there were following you. You only had a few more metres to go before you could make the turn onto the street, where you would be in the view of other people.
