nottem kidnaps you & fucks you
small thing i made,, will get back to ur requests guys dw!!
fatigue washed over you as you stirred awake– you didnt know what happened, just that something did happen, and that, now, you were stuck in some sort of basement- or a hideout - that belonged to someone who was definitely vile. you guessed this from the dirt that was scattered around on the floor, as well as the stains of blood left on the ground. you wondered where you were, confused as hell as to why you were tied up (wrists bound together with duct tape) and left on a dirty mattress on the floor.
struggling to get up, you notice a figure standing in the corner of the room. he loomed over you from even a distance, the darkness where the light couldnt hit emphasizing features you couldnt even see. you could tell he was a male with long dark hair, broad shoulders and a broad chest, and definitely a large figure with a terrifying frame. he stood there, almost hesitant to approach you, despite this horrifying aura he had stuck to him. finally, he found it in himself to approach you, his boots echoing with each step he took closer to you.
you tried to shift away, but he’d already squatted in front of you, staring you deep into your eyes, keeping your gaze. you didnt know where to look, so you found yourself just staring back at him- his dark eyes, covered slightly by his long hair, with matted strands of hair stuck to his face. he smelled faintly of musk you couldnt exactly point out, but overwhelmingly… the scent of blood. you whimpered as he leaned in closer, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek with his calloused fingers- rough, they’ve definitely been through a tough lot.
he placed his thumb on your lip before dragging his thumb across it, to which you submitted subconsciously to the movements, eyeing him with something close to desperation. he pushed a finger in and it tasted of iron—probably blood or something of the sort—and you voluntarily sucked on it, saliva coating his entire thumb as he circled the phalange inside your mouth, exploring the warmth. this elicited some sort of reaction within him- it seemed to get him going. he’d been panting heavily, his gaze darkened from the shadow of his hair… to you, this was no longer a matter of escaping this man, it was a matter of pleasing him.
suddenly with one swift motion, a blade he was holding split the duct tape that held your wrists together, and you were now allowed to move freely. you didnt even bother to think of escaping- you didnt want to. you needed to grant this stranger some sort of pleasure you’d both been craving. you moved a muscle slightly, adjusting yourself in your position, when-
you felt cold metal against your forehead, heavy and weighted. fear filled your eyes as you met the gaze of the man in front of you, who had now been aiming a pistol at your head. it was back to fight or flight for you, it’d snapped you out of your arousal a bit- but another side of you was quite turned on by the idea of losing your life only in your underwear, before sex, and in a stranger’s basement. but you didnt hope for it to end that way.
you expected him to pull the trigger at any moment, but he didnt. instead, with one hand, he began to unbuckle the belt wrapped around his pants. with ease, he unzipped his fly, dug his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, and allowed his cock to spring out.
