Vinliam Oneshots I ♪🥀♪

Soft Au: Worthless {M}

♡ Warnings!: Non-Consensual NSFW, Body Shaming, Body Worshipping ♡

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Sharp painful sparks erupted in Afton's chest, his stomach felt weak; a gushing feeling rose up his throat like he was about to vomit.

His hands clenched at the skirt he wore, sorrowful memories that made him feel embarrassed and gross whenever he was forced to put it on.

But he pushed the feelings back deep down inside him, he didn't want to get in trouble. Moreover, he could hear the handle to their bedroom rattle and twist.

He grabbed at his skirt and hips which were covered in large dark purple bruises, trying to slow his breathing and heartbeat down. His shoulders were tense and his breath hitched quickly, feeling the soft touch of a hand on his shoulder.

Yet he only felt disgust from it.

He now bit his lip, trying so hard not to make it bleed.

...

"..Hi Vince.." His lips parted, feeling that same touch travel down to grip his waist and rub it seductively.

But then, the man in the rabbit suit looked him up and down, pulling him away to stare at his body; as if he noticed something.

"How much have you been eating this month?" Vincent asked, oddly reaching his hand up Afton's shirt.

William flinched and his breathing began to become rapid again, ".. Not a lot.., why?" He murmured softly, feeling disgusting as the man touched him all over.

"You look fat." He replied bluntly, their gazes meeting as Vincent glared up at him.

...

Here we go again.. William looked away from him and stared at the floor. "I-I'm sorry.." He stuttered in response, watching the rabbit step back.

"You should be," Vincent grunted, pinching William's stomach before kissing him hurriedly. His gaze wandered down, reaching down to stroke his hips.

Afton fidgeted but knew better than to pull away, his heartbeat fastened and his panic attack started to form again.

He didn't want to wear these goddamn clothes, he didn't want to be treated as an object anymore, he didn't want to be in the same house with the motherfucker, and he certainly didn't want to be used by him every single fucking day.

Even if he got out of this situation, no one would want him, or love him anymore. Vincent almost felt like a last resort, someone he had gotten attached to despite the way he treated him, someone he couldn't escape from because he was so drawn to him. He was the only person that William had, and yet this man backstabbed him, helping Afton only for his own selfish benefits.

So now, William felt as if he was stuck with him. With no way out.

Just constant thoughts of how much of a useless nasty whore he was. And Vincent only told him fed on to his thoughts by calling him an object with no purpose, only there to serve whatever the glitch wanted.

...

The snap of fingers quickly interrupted his thoughts however.

"What's with you and zoning out all the time?" The rabbit scoffed, now placing William on his lap as he undid his zipper; reaching under the skirt William wore.

"Sorry.. I got distracted." He apologized, embracing the worst that was to come.

Of course, it wasn't a matter of seconds until he felt that nasty long slimy thing slide up inside him, making him clench onto the man that it belonged to.

And all William could do was sit and wait uncomfortably.

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You're a nasty whore..

...You probably like it, you probably love it, don't you? ..

The voices filled his thoughts, his existence, not even voices, but Vincent's words.

"You're lucky your body is perfect, if it wasn't for that, I would've ditched you already."

"I only use you as an object, a tool I only use for pleasure, but don't you enjoy it?"

The words of his conscious and that man never stopped, they filled his mind day and night, reminding him of something he wouldn't forget.

"You're worthless."

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Random picture of what they look like in gacha form for funsies :33