Note: It’s been more than a year and I’ve come to update this fic lololol Anyways, this chapter was supposed to be the continuation of the plot that started in the previous ones, you know, with Killian realizing Rumpelstiltskin had first assaulted him long before the first Curse happened… but inspiration struck differently! *shrugs* In any case I know most of y'all are here for the non-con stuff so like, ignore the plot that’s been set up and just focus on this current chapter, hope you enjoy, bye
@killian-whump’s original piece is here, and you can read my additions from the beginning here.
Warnings: Rape, memory wipe, humiliation. Make sure to read all the tags on AO3 in case I’ve forgotten to mention anything.
Killian had to admit, though he’d been cautious with Emma making changes in the Jolly Roger, the magically installed bathroom did wonders, giving him the luxury of a modern shower in the comfort of his ship.
It would be very useful, he thought, for their honeymoon. They could sail for days and visit any place they wanted without any worries.
He smiled, entering his captain’s quarters and looking at his new suit. He was finally marrying Emma Swan, their officially shared life would start in just a couple of hours. He was only with a towel around his hips, but he thought propriety could take a break - it was his wedding day after all - so he threw himself on the bed, sighing happily and letting himself daydream for a bit.
He’d been considering Emma’s family his as well for some time now, and papers wouldn’t mean as much to him as the fact that her family was now reciprocating that feeling. Henry, and David, and Snow, even Regina… he could be part of it all, family dinners and gatherings and everything, without feeling an outsider ever again.
He welcomed the probably really stupid grin on his face and jumped up from the bed, looking at his suit. Then suddenly, he was looking at the form of Rumpelstiltskin, having transported himself into the cabin, right in front of Killian.
Killian simply huffed; he wasn’t minding being seen naked, even by Gold, but it was a vulnerability he’d rather avoid in his presence.
“If you wanted a sight of that, Crocodile, all you had to do was ask,” Killian mocked him.
Gold didn’t reply, though a small smile appeared on his lips. He just stood there, casually holding his hands together.
“You’re just gonna stand there and watch me get dressed?”
“A wedding. What a special moment in someone’s life,” Gold said, turning slightly to look at Killian’s suit.
“How would you know? You mistreated both your wives,” Killian said, setting his shoulders straight.
Gold’s exhale was audible as he scowled back at him. Killian knew this wasn’t a good time to provoke the Dark One, but he just couldn’t care less. Gold had every opportunity to kill him all this time he’d been plotting against them, why would he wait until now to do it?
Instead, Gold simply looked him up and down.
“What do you want?” Killian said.
“I want you to take that thing off.”
Killian blinked in surprise. “What?”
“I want you to take off that towel. Didn’t you say that if I wanted a sight of you, I just had to ask?”
“Get the hell out of here. Now.” He took two steps toward him, balling his fist on his side. “Get out!”
Gold simply scrunched his eyebrows, his smile not falling. “You’re not giving clear messages, captain.” He tsked. “Am I allowed to ask for it or not?”
“I said, get out!”
“Calm down, now. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”
Killian chuckled. “Nothing you could do would sully this day.”
Gold moved fast, wrapping his hand around Killian’s neck, just barely making his breathing harder. Killian grabbed his arm, to no avail.
“You of all people should know better than to say things like that. I could just kill you, right now.”
⚠️ Warning for child abuse, verbal abuse, psychological abuse, and sexual abuse of a minor ⚠️
Writing: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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“Miami approached the hero that had just outlined UA’s practical exam,
‘Excuse me’
’-WWHAAA…aaaaaaaatttttt’ Loudmouth screamed right in her face.
Miami reacted on instinct as she swiftly deactivated his quirk. As the secondary aspect to her quirk flared to life, her carefully styled hair rose quickly and hovered above her head, likely messing up the artful style her foster father created that morning. The hero was loud even without his quirk activated.
She could hear the man in front of her heart fluttering widely in his chest, but he didn’t say anything, his hands clutching his chest as if he had seen a ghost. Not an uncommon reaction to the cancellation aspect of her quirk. At least he wasn’t trying to attack her, she thought wryly.
She deactivated her quirk and her hair fell back down”
You saw that right, I gave this fic six stars in a five star rating system. This is one of those fics that I leave essay length reviews on every chapter. Go read them if you want five thousand words worth of gushing over this fic, because I am obsessed.
me, starting Captive Prince: oh dear, her name is Jokaste? this is not very promising.
me, in the middle of Captive Prince: oh God, Jokaste is PREGNANT?
me, at the end of King’s Rising: they don’t know if Jokaste’s child is Damen’s or Kastor’s? a lot of really messed up things have happened in this series, but at this point, as long as neither Damen nor Kastor end up ALSO being Jokaste’s son, I’ll take it as a win.
me: the bar is on the ground.
me, at the end of the trilogy: as fvcked up as this was, nobody actually produced a child with their other child or their parent, so that’s a plus? I think?
HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE ‘EM // corrupt cop! gojo x f! reader
includes:DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors and under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // bully! cop! g. satoru, fem! sub! reader, blackmail,abuse of power, anti-police rhetoric, gun play,noncon touching, groping, breeding kink,dacryphilia,semi-brat taming, fear kink, stockholm syndrome-y?
themes:Corrupt Cop! AU | Power Dynamics | Strangers to Enemies
prompt:This is for the @novaresquep0rn themed xxxhub collab! I came up with corrupt cop! gojo x barely legal slut. Tysm for letting me join, and big congrats on your milestone!
summary:You and your friend get pulled over after a party. You don’t want to get in trouble, and Officer Gojo doesn’t want you to either. He just wants you to be safe—
You stare at the lights in the side view mirror. Red and blue, blinding. Especially this late at night.
“I’m so fucked,” your best friend says, gripping the steering wheel.
“No you’re not,” you snap, trying to maintain control although you don’t believe it yourself. “Just stay calm, okay?”
She looks at you, eyes wide and mouth open to argue, but the officer who has pulled her over appears at her side, peering down to get a look at you both.
“License and registration.”
“Yes sir,” she says, fishing for her wallet.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“…No?”
He huffs, his wicked grin making your heart pound with nerves.
The officer leans his forearms on the window frame, getting comfortable. “Well I can smell the alcohol on you. That explains the driving.”
You see the ID in her hand, but she hesitates. He opens his hand, forcing her to hand it over. You both watch in stiff silence, holding your breath as he scans the ID. The only sound is that of him smacking his chewing gum. You’re not sure how he can read with that blindfold over his eyes, but he catches it quickly.
“Barely legal and already getting into trouble, huh?” he says, looking up at your friend.
Veeeeeeery unsafe for work Doflaw under the crop, so view at your own risk! CW: Gore, blood and non-con. You have been warned |ʘ‿ʘ)╯
Yet another piece for the wonderful @drheartstealer’s DofLaw exchange φ(^∇^ ) I had a lot of fun drawing this, seeing as it’s not my usual content! ^w^
▣characters:MONDSTADT’S+INAZUMA’S FINEST x gn reader
⦿albedo, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, razor, and venti
▣trigger warning:yandere content, dark content, murder, drugging, mentions of blood, heavy stalking, manipulation, obsessive mindsets, delusional mindsets, mentions of breaking and entering, mentions of physical abuse, abuse of power, kidnapping/imprisonment, infantilism, dumbification, explicit masturbation, male ejaculation, sexual fantasies, non-con/dub-con, explicitly sexual content.
▣characters:LIYUE’S+KHAENRI’AH’S+SNEZHNAYA’SFINEST x gn reader
⦿ chongyun, dainsleif, tartaglia, xiao, xingqiu, and zhongli
▣ trigger warning:yandere content, dark content, heavy stalking, obsessive mindsets, delusional mindsets, mentions of breaking and entering, implied physical abuse, abuse of power, mentions kidnapping/imprisonment, infantilism, dumbification, mentions of explicit masturbation, male ejaculation, sexual fantasies, mentions of non-con, explicitly sexual content.
→a/n: merry (super super super belated) christmas! please enjoy getting fucked by the christmas devil himself <3 life nearly beheaded me but that’s adulthood for you. anyway, hope you beautiful nerds don’t mind me back on my usual kinky bullshits lol now to disappear back inside my grave…
→summary: be careful what you wish for. it might just come true…
→rating: explicit nsfw, noncon, horror →pairing: krampus x fem!reader →warnings:noncon, gore, vomit, deaths, implied abusive family relationships, abuse, implied past child abuse, drug induced amnesia →kinks/tags: thighjob, aphrodisiac/sex pollen, rough sex, breeding kink, impregnation, size difference, big dick, inhuman/monster dick, inaccurate anatomy, stomach bulge, tetraphilia, exophilia →word count: 7.8k, edited by @watch-out-for-them
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Nine months in the human trafficking circuit has destroyed every sense of normality you ever knew. For you, it’s commonplace to be ordered on your knees for your owner, his clients, anyone else Childe deems necessary—and you’ve reached a point where you accept it this misery, just going along with the motions of life because there’s nothing else to do.
Diluc and Kaeya change that.
They enter your life on a regular workday afternoon, stepping inside Childe’s massive office under the pretense of sorting out a business deal, but a single hastily written message makes it clear that they’re not here to hurt you: they’re here to help you.
The only issue is that you have no idea how to escape Childe.
→a/n: been a hot minute, huh? ngl, ive been debating on whether or not if this one is too much to post (this is…extreme even for my usual stuffs) or if its just so unedited that its unreadable but…eh. also, a quick note, the imposters are not perceived to have set pronouns by the darling, so please don’t be offended on their behalf if you saw them being called as he, they, and it. thank you!
→summary:you tried to hide, but you did a shit job of it. they most definitely did appreciate your…generous offerings though.
→rating:explicit nsfw, noncon,dead dove: do not eat →pairing: among us’s imposters (nicknamed head-thingandstomach-mouth) / afab!plus size!reader →warnings: noncon, (off screened / implied) deaths, (implied) gore, body horror, interchanging pronouns for the imposters* →kinks/tags: glory hole, piv, stuck in the wall, monster dick(s), rough sex, heavy degradation / dehumanization, language, deepthroat, facial, covered in cum / bukkake, tentacles, in the middle, spitroasting, anal, stomach bulge, cuminflation, oviposition, mindbreak, breeding, impregnation, implied double vaginal insertions, teratophilia, exophilia, reader character is mentioned to have prior sexual experiences →word count: 6.1k, (very)unedited
