contains: smut, kinks, abuse, etc. If you do not feel comfortable with any of the contents listed, please refrain from continuing with this series. -KudosDolan
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I slowed my walking pace down, just enough for my boyfriend to catch up,
"Babe, you walk slow." I smiled at him. He shrugged,
"You're always in some kind of rush. I'm not." He continued to walk slowly, forcing me to slow as well. We finally made it to my house, a whopping 30 minutes late. My eyes went wide,
"Shit, my dad is gonna kill me." I tried to go inside, but my boyfriend grabbed me,
"You're not going anywhere." His eyes flashed. I shrunk back, scared,
"W-What do you mean R/B/N?" I lightly tugged my arm, trying to get away from him. He squeezed, pain shocking me numb. I jumped,
"Ow, that fucking HURTS!" I pulled hard. His fingers slipped, his shitty excuse for nails raking against my bare forearm,
"Watch your language when you talk to me." He growled in my face. I was taken aback,
"Excuse me, I don't believe you control the shit I-" His hand connected with my cheek, the loud noise fading into the air. My knees buckled, my weakened body collapsing at his feet. He smirked as I looked up at him,
"That's it, bitch. I own you. Don't forget it." He stalked off. I got up, dusting myself off. I turned back to my front door, acting as if nothing had happened. When I opened it, my dad was right in front of it,
"And where the fuck were you?" His calm voice made me fear him more. I linked my fingers,
"I-I was out with R/G/B. We were just-" Another slap stung my right cheek. I sniffed, holding everything back. My father squinted,
"Get your ass in the kitchen and make dinner. When you're done, you can take your's down to the basement and think about what you did wrong." He forcefully pushed my head, my body careening towards the kitchen.
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alright. this is a new topic, something i've never written about before. i'm not exactly sure how this type of stuff works, but, we're gonna try. enjoy. -KudosDolan
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Dolan Twins Imagines // 1
FanfictionI write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...
