Give me A drabble of The Sadist kissing Jeff so deep he’s choking him on his tongue till he passes out, drool running down his face, and then the Sadist just cradles him like a lover or his child. Give me that, Coffee
Well, you are my boyfriend...
TW: Noncon
His arms strained against the muscles beneath the suit. Jeff roared in rage, in terror, as the large arms wrapped around his form. Compared to the Sadist, he was no bigger than a doll, and no stronger. The muscles in his body screamed as he pushed back against the Tall Man, screaming in agony as the eldritch thing held him closer to his chest. The Sadist’s body was so cold. The blood on Jeff’s cheeks from slaughtering the two proxies cooled.
“Jeff,” the Sadist whispered. “It doesn’t have to hurt.”
He said that last time. Ice cold terror stabbed through Jeff’s body.
“No! I’ll kill you!” Jeff shouted.
“Maybe you will.” A long black tendril wrapped around Jeff’s hair, pulling his head back. Pain shot through him, and Jeff couldn’t ignore how vulnerable his neck was now. “Maybe you will,” the Sadist repeated. “Maybe I’d be okay with that.”
“Stop,” Jeff said.
“I will,” the Sadist said.
Jeff screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see what would come next.
“No!”
A mouth, a gaping, toothed hole, pressed against Jeff’s open lips. He screamed. Even before their tongues met, he tasted the Sadist’s saliva, the darkness that tasted of the earth and black. And then it slithered into his mouth, slick, long, invading. He felt every part of it against his tongue. Jeff screamed again.
The Sadist cradled him, ignoring the way Jeff pounded and punched his face. A cold hand pressed against Jeff’s cheek, holding him still. Jeff kicked, but he was so small. There was nothing he could do… again.
The first few tears formed in his eyes. He’d long since given up on the idea of hiding them from this monster.
He couldn’t breathe.
It pressed against every inch of his mouth, longer than any human tongue. It inched its way towards the back. By now Jeff’s knuckles screamed in pain, but he couldn’t feel it through his panic. The tongue went deep - too deep. Jeff gagged, mind spinning, body jolting. This was not anything like a blowjob. If it was, he could calm down, enjoy it. He was good at them, he enjoyed giving them.
This wasn’t something he could’ve ever enjoyed.
The tongue writhed. Jeff’s mind spun. His knuckles slammed again against the Sadist’s head and the skin burst, splattering the porcelain skin with blood. The Sadist didn’t react.
His lungs burned. Jeff tried to breathe, but couldn’t. His throat was blocked.
Now his nails scraped against the Sadist’s skin. Jeff’s eyes went wide, and the tears flowed free. He fought against the large arms that trapped him, pinned him to the Sadist’s body. Muscles flexed against him as he struggled. His vision was blurring.
Part of him thought he was going to die.
Part of him knew he’d never be given that mercy.
The tongue memorized his throat, his mouth. Black saliva coated his insides, staining his tastebuds with something bitter and thick and smooth. The pain in Jeff’s hands, his legs, was nothing compared to the burning in his lungs, the throbbing in his brain.
His sightless eyes looked up past the Sadist towards the blue sky… And everything went black. Jeff passed out.
The Sadist pulled his tongue free. Jeff coughed, gagged, gasped for air, but did not wake. He lay limp, a doll, in the Sadist’s arms, drool both clear and black oozing from his open mouth. The gaping hole of a mouth pressed a kiss against Jeff’s forehead, then sealed shut. He held Jeff against him, cradling his tiny body, and ran a clean, dry tendril, through Jeff’s dark, bloody, sweaty hair.
