Warnings: Okay guys. I need to be clear here: THERE. ARE. WARNINGS. Please read these carefully, and if something on the list triggers you proceed with caution. If I have missed any kind of warning at all, PLEASE let me know kindly what I missed by sending me a DM; it is never my intention to hurt someone by leaving things out. That being said, the warnings are as follows: Dub-con, Non-con, Sexual Assault, Sodomy, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Knife Play, and Mention of Rape and Oral Rape. Again, if I have missed anything, please let me know so that I can edit this list.
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Darkness. I couldn’t get up off the floor. I couldn’t nurse the wounds I knew were there. My hands were bound behind me. My shoulder screamed at me every time I shifted my weight. I was cold. I was naked.
What did he want?
A light came on, I could see it around the edges of my blindfold. I heard a low, human hum. The sick fuck liked seeing me like this. The thought made my stomach curl.
The thud of his shoes came near and I flinched instinctively. My blindfold was ripped from my head and I squeezed my eyes shut, the light searing into my neglected retinas. I could feel the heat from his thighs as he straddled me. My gag was removed. My face was cupped by a large hand and I was drawn upwards. My shoulder screamed again.
Something soft moved against my lips, and I realized the man was kissing me. It felt intimate. It felt wrong. I struggled, closing my mouth in a firm line and trying to pull my head away. He grasped my hair and held me, bruising my lips as he deepened the kiss, aggressive and demanding. He plunged his tongue into my mouth. I bit him.
Pain.
My temple rang and my vision blurred. I was looking to the side, where a moment ago I was facing him. What just happened? He hit me. I turned to look at him, and was taken aback. He was beautiful.
All this time I hadn’t had a chance to fully look at him. He had a scar over half of his face, a burn. And yet, he was still beautiful. The thought made me sick.
“Someone will find you,” I said, trying to sound tough. “I have family that love me, they’re looking for me. And when they find me, you will spend an eternity rotting in hell.”
He laughed, loud and deep, and the sound was blood-curdling. Evil resonated from this man.
“Do you have any idea who I work for?” he chuckled, “Your family thinks you’re dead.”
A pit formed in my stomach. My lungs heaved as fear took over my nervous system. I wanted to vomit.
“You’re lying.”
Grating laughter. A menacing grin that twisted his face into beautiful terror. He grabbed my jaw roughly, lowering his head until he was close enough to kiss me again.
“A thorough investigation turned up an unrecognizable body, who’s dental records matched yours. The funeral was lovely, by the way. You should have been there.”
Panic. I spat in his face. The look he gave me told me that was a mistake. The hand on my jaw clamped down like a vice. I whimpered in pain.
“Somebody needs to teach that pretty little mouth of yours a lesson, pet.”
He reached into his pocket. A circular ring the size of his palm was removed. It had two leather straps attached to it. I realized what it was.
“No... NO!”
I shook my head. Ignored my shoulder. Pressed my lips together. It didn’t matter. He hooked two fingers into my mouth, prying my lower jaw open painfully as the ring was anchored behind my teeth. Strapped into place, it held my mouth open, agonizingly stretched wide.
“You know, if you could be trusted not to bite, I wouldn’t have to use this gag,” he scolded, undoing his belt and his zipper. I screamed as he freed his impressive length from it’s confinement. My hair was grasped and once again I was forced upward, forced to take that monster into my mouth.
He fucked my throat. He didn’t care that I was crying. He didn’t care that I was gagging. He didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t care.
He didn’t care.
And no one knew I was alive.
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Trapped | Part One | Part Two | Part 2.1 | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | eviF traP | Part Six | Part Seven | Finale | Epilogue |
Hello! 13 for evil(?)/dark(?)! August for the I want my soul crushed prompt. Thank you!
Mmmmmm… Evil/Dark!August is fun, in the sense that you can create something incredibly powerful and poetic with just a few words. Enjoy!
Title: Trapped (Part Two)
Pairing: August Walker x OFC Reader
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Warnings: Okay guys. I need to be clear here: THERE. ARE. WARNINGS. Please read these carefully, and if something on the list triggers you proceed with caution. If I have missed any kind of warning at all, PLEASE let me know kindly what I missed by sending me a DM; it is never my intention to hurt someone by leaving things out. That being said, the warnings are as follows: Dub-con, Non-con, Sexual Assault, Sodomy, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Knife Play, and Mention of Rape and Oral Rape. Again, if I have missed anything, please let me know so that I can edit this list.
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Blindness. Immobility. Helpless. The only sense I was allowed was to feel. And I felt pain.
My nipples burned. I didn’t know why.
My shoulder screamed at me; I think it had been dislocated from its socket.
My skin dripped with sweat, and the sweat stung in places. I didn’t know why.
My abdominals ached from continual constricting of pleasure.
But the pleasure hurt. I didn’t know why.
Something cold traced my clit and I screamed through my gag.
The cold always brought more pain.
My lungs heaved, gasping for air through the thick fabric.
A hand grabbed my throat. More cold. More pain.
Something wet trickled from my temple to my jaw.
A different wetness traced the opposite path.
I whimpered, terrified. A voice whispered in my ear.
“Shhh. I know.”
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Trapped | Part One | Part Two | Part 2.1 | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | eviF traP | Part Six | Part Seven | Finale | Epilogue |
I... pretty please can I know what happens next? Does the jar get filled? Does she pass out before that happens? Does August do aftercare? My pussy needs to know
I don’t know the answers to any of those questions save for the last one, which is that no, he does not do aftercare.
In this series, August is extremely dark; they are not in a relationship, he has kidnapped her. He intends to make her his submissive by force.
There’s more coming, and at least the next one will be set between parts two & three, but the series will never be a full story. It’s entirely made up of poetic blurbs and small drabbles, and I like it that way!
You just made me so soft for August Walker talking about scratching his head after sex🥰, I didn't know I could be soft for that man I normally just think Take Me Daddy
That’s the best thing about August, he’s got both sides.
He’ll dominate your ass, and then give you the best aftercare imaginable.
Your his girl, and the only one he’ll both punish and open up to.
You can call him both ‘Daddy’ and ‘Aust’ in the same sentence, and he loves them both equally for vastly different reasons.
I love writing Aust for this reason; there’s so many different angles to view his story.
Are you planning to write more for trapped bc holy fuck 🥵🥵
Yes I am, just don’t know when. It turned into emotions and feeling and psyche (which they always do), and that’s a lot harder to write than PWP! And I’ve got a whole bunch of thank you requests I need to get through, so those come first. 😍
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, and there WILL be more!
