(Warnings for noncon, somno, and Kyle being fucking evil. Like seriously guys this is rape be careful reading.)
I’ve been thinking about being Kyle’s girlfriend and your relationship is going super great- he’s literally the man of your dreams and you can’t imagine it possibly getting better. You end up getting laid off at you job, but Kyle is kind enough to let you move in with him! He says not to worry about it- he makes more than enough money to take care of the both of you. You can take your time finding a new job- maybe even take a month off!!
You end up taking off a bit longer than you thought- none of the jobs you apply to seem to be getting back to you. Somehow, Kyle ends up convincing you that maybe all you need is a good vacation. When you raise concerns about costs, he tells you not to worry about it, he’ll take care of it all. He does everything- buys the tickets, finds hotels, plans your stay. You try to help, but he insists he wants it to be a surprise, so you reluctantly agree and let him do as he pleases.
When you get past airport security, Kyle gets you both a coffee as you wait for boarding to begin. You’re practically bouncing in excitement, tapping your foot against the ground as you excitedly wait for your plane to arrive.
Kyle insists you finish your drink- don’t let it go to waste, he says, so you do.
From then on… everything gets kinda fuzzy. You remember stumbling as Kyle leads you through the gate. The gate agent give you a concerned look as she scans your ticket, but Kyle reassures her. Or at least, you think he does. All you can catch is his gentle tone and a couple words.
“Sorry——————anxious when ——————-a sedative ——-”
You frown, head feeling full of cotton. The gate attendant gives you a sympathetic look, but all you can think about is that you’ve never needed a sedative to fly…. What’s Kyle talking about?
Kyle is careful when he guides you to your seat on the plane. He puts you in the window seat while he takes the middle, stowing your bags before bucking your seat belt for you.
He smiles, taking in the dazed, confused look in your eyes before cooing softly at you and tucking your head against his chest, having you lay against him.
“Shh, baby. Just close your eyes. Go to sleep.” He says softly, stroking your hair affectionately.
You frown, trying to sit back up, but finding yourself too weak to do so.
“Kyle….” You mumble, practically whimpering. “Why’d you say I had a sedative…”
Kyle chuckles, patting your hip before reaching over to shut the row window, blocking the bright sunlight that’d been streaming in.
“Don’t worry about it, lovie. Just close your eyes.” He says, and you find yourself unable to do anything but obey, words failing to form in your mouth and eyelids feeling heavier by the second.
When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the aching of your cunt… it feels sore and raw all at the same time. The soreness feels like it’s pulsing, at first, but after a moment more you realize it’s not- merely that something is moving in and out of you, bumping and rubbing up against your sore, battered inner walls.
Another moment passes and your eyes blink open, blurry with tears…. You realize someone’s fucking you, but it doesn’t feel good, it hurts.
“Kyle, stop-“ you mumble, struggling to form the words in your hazy state of mind.
Someone laughs and your heart drops.
“Aw, bonnie lass ‘s waking up!” Someone says, and you know it’s not Kyle.
You start to cry, tears streaming down your face as you try to push whoever has their cock inside of you away, only to find that your hands are restrained above your head.
You keep your eyes firmly shut even as the tears spill through, refusing to look- as if opening them will make it all real.
As you regain awareness, you begin to take in more of the feelings around you. You feel a mattress and soft sheets underneath you, you feel two large hands pinning your hips down, fingers digging into the soft, plush flesh and surely leaving bruises in their wake, and you feel someone gently stroking your hair…
“Shh, Lovie. You’re doing so good for us, just a little longer, yeah?”
At the sound of Kyle’s voice, your eyes shoot open. You find him sat beside you on the bed, petting lovingly at your hair. He’s fully dressed, but you can see the bulge of his obviously hard cock in his jeans.
When you look around the room, you find three other men. Two are to your side, where one- a broad, muscular man with lightly tanned skin and short, brown hair cut into a mohawk- stares at you, as if mesmerized by the pitiful sight you must be.
The second man stands behind the first. He’s pale with short, curly blonde hair, a crooked nose, and thick lips. He’s every bit as strong and well built as the first man and watching the other carefully, his hand wrapped firmly around the back of his neck as if holding him by the scruff.
Finally, you look to the third and final man- the one fucking you. He’s a bit older than the others, and vaguely, you think he looks familiar, particularly the distinctive mutton chop style of his facial hair. You think you’ve been shown a photo of him before by Kyle, but you can’t remember when.
Though he looks older, he’s just as muscular as the others- and you can feel it as he fucksyou. Each thrust feels like you’re being shoved up the mattress, and soft, pained little whimpers are punched out of you with each one.
It hits you that this is all real and a broken sob leaves you. You turn your head to the side, trying to hide from the four men.
The man fucking you speaks, his voice gruff and his rhythm not slowing or faltering as he dose.
“Does she need another pill, Gaz?”
You hardly have the chance to wonder who Gaz is before Kyle responds.
“So, she can be good.” He says calmly before turning back towards you.
He pauses stroking your hair to wipe at the tears streaming down your face- though all it really serves to do is spread the wetness across your cheek.
“Come on love, you did so good for Simon and Johnny, you just gotta keep being good for the captain and you’ll be all done.” Kyle says, his tone affectionate and gentle.
But all you can do is continue to sob and hide your face, body wracked by your cries as despair over takes you….
the concept of mar’i and damian being more like siblings than uncle and aunt bc of the close age gap and the way dami sees dick as an older brother/(almost) fatherly figure
which implies that dami sees kori and dick as like older siblings/parental….. AUGHHH
