ConTay oneshots‼️

VICTIM (Slasher AU by pure and keith!)

erm tw for epar🔄

Crunch, crunch.

Stomp, stomp.

The man could be seen storming through the woods, tripping over branches, leaves crunching continuously under his feet. Tears streamed down his face as he ran, wiping them with his forearm ever few seconds. He has several cuts on him that seemed awfully fresh, blood still seeping from them. 

"Quit fucking running, Slut!" A man screamed behind Taylor. The man was tall and malnourished, pale too. Connor.

Taylor kept running like there was no tomorrow, which shit, I don't blame him, there probably won't be if Connor caught up.

Like any other predictable horror movie, Taylor tripped over a tree root and injured his leg, unable to run anymore. He screamed and cried as Connor slowly kept approaching him.

"Stay the fuck away from me!!" Taylor shouted at the man in a weak, tear filled voice.

Connor was extremely close by this point before he eventually reached Taylor, grasping a tuft of his hair and dragged him on the ground behind him, swinging his bloodied machete with the other arm.

"Scream again and I'll fucking kill you." The man said coldly and stern, tightening his grasp so it tugs hard at Taylor's scalp.

Taylor's eyes streamed out tears as he stayed silent. After what seemed like an eternity, the two arrived at a cabin, a run down one at that. When they entered, Taylor immediately smelt the stench of what could have been dead bodies, food, or maybe animals, who fucking knew what it could've been. 

Connor then pulled Taylor into a room and tossed him onto a bed.

"Please just let me go home.." Taylor sobbed softly.

"Shut up, Jesus Christ you're whiney. Move and I'll give you a reason to fucking cry about." Connor said as his exited the room.

Taylor was left in silence for what seemed like hours to him but in reality was only a few minutes, if not seconds. All Taylor could think about was how stupid he was for falling, and being so idiotic. 

After the several minutes passed, Connor returned carrying a box containing ropes, a ball gag, and some other stuff.

"Please no.." Taylor said through tears.

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP." Connor shouted.

erm all that's about the happen is literally epar. if you don't want to read ts in detail, I suppose stop reading here.

final warning

Connor scoffed before kicking Taylor in the gut, causing Taylor to fall back coughing. Connor spat on Taylor.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, holy shit you don't listen.

Connor snatched the ball gag from the box and put it on Taylor as the man squirmed, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Eventually, Connor succeeded and grabbed the rope. he started to tie the man to the bed, bondage styled, and made sure he could hardly move his hands or legs unless they were raised by him.

Once finished, Connor started unbuckling his belt and Taylor began to squirm more.

"Stop, please!!!!" Taylor exclaimed.

Connor rolled his eyes beneath the mask that he had that covered his face. Connor began stripping Taylor pants as the man continued to squirm, making him angry. When he was finally done, he forced Taylor's legs up, hook position style, and aligned himself with the man's entrance. Taylor continued screaming and shouting at the masked man before Connor pushed himself into him. Taylor cried out and Connor began thrusting roughly, showing no mercy after every plunge into the man's hole. 

After a few minutes, Taylor's mind was blank, and he was quiet. Connor was messier with his thrusts, not giving up any time soon. Small whines could be heard from Taylor, which Connor simply ignored, still going at it like he was not doing any wrong. 

Taylor eventually stopped crying, his mind foggy and cluttered with thoughts of how disgusting these actions were, and how he was disgusting for letting this happen. He was in some what disbelief, but he always knew in the back of his mind this random man was watching him, although he never knew his identity, he always felt his presence around him. He almost wanted to throw up because of the masked man's BO and overall scent, he smelt like he hasn't showered in months. On top of that, the household overall smelt like straight ass. 

Connor had several grunts coming from himself, and it seemed he has already came at least twice inside of Taylor, but still shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. He was still getting sloppy with his propulsive force, going deeper and deeper inside of him. 

After a couple of hours or so, he finally felt some exhaustion and pulled out.

"You're stuck with me, Slut. And trust, if you tell a soul, I'll easily ruin you.

This behavior was happening for several months, Taylor hating it every single time. He felt dirty, and hated the feeling of another man inside of him. 

I go against my morals for you.

jumping and ending my life