"His Mark on My Skin"
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Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ only), supernatural themes (ghost/demonic Abner), manhandling / rough sex (reader is physically overpowered, but with care + affection), size difference kink (large male x short female reader), breeding kink / creampie, possessiveness / “you’re mine” language, light choking / throat holding (not breathplay — more possessive touch), squirting / multiple orgasms, dirty talk.
You had stared at the name on your wrist your entire life: Abner.
It pulsed faintly sometimes, as if reminding you he was out there.
You never imagined he’d already be dead.
The first time you saw him, your breath caught. He was huge — broad shoulders, scarred jaw, a looming figure in the half-light. His axe glinted in his hand, his presence so heavy it chilled the room. His eyes burned when they landed on you.
Then, slowly, he lowered the weapon.
On his wrist, glowing faintly against cold, dead skin, was your name.
Your knees went weak. You lifted your arm, showing him his name etched into you. The glow pulsed.
His lips parted, rough voice trembling as he whispered:
“Even death couldn’t keep me from you.”
When he touched you — massive, calloused, ghostly-cold — warmth still bloomed in your chest. His thumb brushed your cheek like you were breakable. And when he kissed you, it was both tender and searing, like the collision of life and death.
“Mine,” he murmured against your lips. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Always.”
And you knew he was right.
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He didn’t waste long before needing more. He pressed you down onto the mattress, his massive frame hovering over your smaller one, eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
“You’re so small,” he rasped, dragging your clothes off with rough hands, lifting your body like you weighed nothing. His palm spanned your stomach, holding you in place. “So soft. So alive.”
You trembled beneath him, bare and aching, thighs slick. “Abner…”
His huge hands spread your legs apart easily, thumbs dragging through your folds. He groaned when he saw how wet you were. “Fuck, baby. Look at this pussy—dripping for me already.”
You gasped when he bent down and licked you, his tongue rough, broad, covering your clit and slit in one stroke. His groan vibrated against you, his fingers prying you open as his mouth devoured you.
“Abner—oh God—” Your back arched, your hands tangled in his hair as he ate you raw, sloppy, moaning into your cunt like a starving man. His teeth scraped lightly over your clit, making you cry out, soaking his face.
“Sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growled, wiping his mouth before diving back in. He shoved two thick fingers inside you, pumping hard, curling them until you screamed. “Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Let me feel this little cunt.”
You broke, squirting over his hand, convulsing as he groaned and kept fucking you through it, drinking everything you gave him.
But he wasn’t done.
He stripped in seconds — his ghostly-pale, scarred body massive, his cock thick and veined, precum dripping from the flushed tip. When you saw the size of him, your walls clenched, your body shaking.
“You’ll take it,” he rasped, lining himself up. He grabbed your hips roughly, holding you down. “You were made for me.”
The blunt head pressed against your entrance, stretching you slowly. The burn was sharp, tears springing to your eyes, but the pleasure was overwhelming.
“Abner—it’s too—”
“Shhh,” he soothed, kissing your forehead while his cock split you open inch by inch. “You can take it, baby. I got you. You’re mine.”
When he bottomed out, you screamed, your walls gripping him like a vice. He groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “Fuck—so tight. So good. Never lettin’ you go.”
Then he started to move.
Hard, relentless thrusts rocked your body, the bed slamming against the wall. He pinned your wrists above your head with one massive hand, the other gripping your thigh and forcing it wide. Your small body shook beneath him, every stroke punching a sob from your throat.
“God, Abner—yes—don’t stop—”
“Never,” he growled, pounding harder, balls slapping against your ass. “This pussy’s mine. Fuckin’ made for me.”
Your orgasm tore through you, violent, soaking him, your cunt spasming as you screamed his name. He didn’t let up. He fucked you through it, his hand on your throat now, not squeezing, just holding, owning you.
“Gonna fill you,” he snarled, hips slamming. “Gonna breed this sweet little cunt—make you mine forever.”
You sobbed, begging for it, your walls milking him. His cock twitched, and with a guttural roar he spilled inside you, thick hot cum flooding your cunt, dripping out around him.
But he didn’t stop.
He flipped you over easily, dragging you onto your knees, manhandling your body like you were nothing but his toy. He slammed back inside, making you cry out, your thighs shaking.
“Abner—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, fucking you rougher. “You’ll take every drop, sweetheart. You’re mine.”
You came again, squirting down his cock, screaming, and he groaned, filling you with another load, his grip bruising your hips.
When he finally collapsed against you, both of you sweaty and trembling, he kissed your shoulder softly.
“You’re my soul,” he whispered, still buried deep inside you. “Even in death, I’ll never let you go.”
And you believed him.
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