NateMare: The dark side. *On Haitus*

NateMare: The dark side. *On Haitus*

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Is this all a nightmare???Why do I keep dreaming? Is this even a real dream? Why can't I wake up? This is just my own little origin story of Natemare... MatPat x Natemare MatPat x Nate Contains some (forced) smut (Jacey will do the smut because I'm bad at smut Fluff (you'll know who writes smut and fluff lol) Confusion. (Why not?) Dark scenes Language Some weird scenes... yeah don't ask.
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Six years of marriage. Ten years of love. A lifetime of lies. Denise and Preston Williams once had it all-passion, trust, and a bond unbreakable. But time has unraveled their perfect picture, leaving behind betrayal, resentment, and a marriage neither can seem to let go of. She deserves better. He refuses to let her go. With emotions running high and secrets lurking in every shadow, one question remains: when love turns toxic, who will break first? **************** Without warning, he thrust into me, filling me all at once. "Fuck!" I cursed, the sudden intrusion causing my body to jolt. "You like that, baby?" He growled, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me hard and fast. "You wanted it rough, didn't you?" I couldn't hold myself up any longer. My arms gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed, my face buried in the sheets. "Yes... oh God," I moaned, my body shaking with each thrust. "Baby, slow down..." But he didn't. He kept going, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. "Take it, baby," he grunted, his voice rough. "You're gonna take it all." He reached under me, his hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me back against him. "You're mine," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot. "All mine."

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