personal mcr smut compilation

It’s night by the time the car stops. It’s too dark to see where I am, though I know it’s in the middle of nowhere, no cars are gonna be driving by anytime soon. Even if I could scream, no one would hear me out here.

The driver gets out and opens the back doors, his hard cock already lining up with my virgin pussy. He forces every thick, painful inch into the soft, tight warmth, knowing I must love this since my cunt is dripping wet, and I’m not even pretending to struggle.

He uses his new fleshlight, fucking load after load into me, pounding babies into my ready, willing womb.

I don’t even try to stop him, my eyes rolled back as he rapes my virginity away. The sound of his heavy, full, aching balls slapping against my ass just makes him fuck me harder, which makes my cunt even more drippy.

I know my womb is happily accepting each fertile drop of cum pumped into me, and I can’t do anything about it.

I knew I should’ve gone on birth control…

When he’s finally gotten his fill, and he gets back in the drivers seat, I’m relieved. Until he starts driving to the worst part of the city.

I don’t even realize I’ve been caught before they’ve already pushed through the curtain— leaving it wide open as they grab me by the hair and force me to bend over. I scream but they slam my head into the wall so hard I see stars, I don’t even get a second to clear my vision before he’s rubbing his cock against my exposed hole. “You thought you were safe little girl? pretending to be a boy, a slut like you shouldn’t be in the mens locker room and I’m gonna show you exactly why”

I can’t even move away, pressed against the cold wall as he thrusts his full length into me. he slams my head into the wall again, harder when i scream and beg for mercy. “shut the fuck up and take it like your body was made for”

I can feel his cock scraping the insides of my pussy, tears streaming down my face as my worst nightmare comes true. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray it ends soon.

But all the noise attracts company and when i hear another man’s voice I think maybe Im saved… that is until he realizes what’s happening “what the fu- oh shit you caught one of those fakeboys” I can hear him getting closer and I beg for help, my face still smashed against the wall. “oh no baby I’ve gotta get a turn..”

I’m too stupid to realize what’s gonna happen, probably concussed and definitely dissociated. I get pulled off the wall, the first man’s dick still filling me as I’m turned to face the second man— it isn’t until a dick larger than I’ve ever seen is shoved in my face that i start fighting again “aw it thinks it can get away.. you better not bite or you’ll fucking regret it” then my mouth is stuffed full and I’m being pounded from both ends.

I don’t know how long goes by, I can barely breathe and the sensations are so overwhelming that the next time i register a thought I’m laying alone on the cold shower floor, throat aching and cum leaking out of my pussy.

but you see how daddys eyes light up, they leave the room and big bro finishes what you started. just for daddy to walk in while your brothers still thrusting their your orgasm, and Daddy comes over, telling your brother to keep going.

🪦🕊️🔞 || cw: daddaughter, rape, dead dove themes

Papa, at times, had his own urges that he couldn't ignore. And of course it made sense that you'd help him with them.

But if he went against your boundaries one day, you'd still forgive him, won't you?

a continuation of leathermouth frank kidnapping younger ftm reader? tattoo is finally healed up, he’s planning to keep you forever, takes you almost everywhere he goes. whenever you have a prescription to pick up he picks it up for you, doesn’t want you to do too too much, now.

he’s training you, but toying with you none the less. he gave you the rapebait tramp stamp for a reason.

but i was thinking it was that leathermouth show, and he brought you along (of course he did.) he keeps you backstage so you can watch, ready to go into the bus when he instructed you to. he loves to use you after a show. wether it be as a fuckdoll or urinal,,,,,or both:3 anything u want

love you bad whiskey you are the dog to my bunny

frank stumbled backstage, dizzied head barely leading him to where he knew you were left; your leash tied up to a pole. you were secured there, but he was still worried, of course. he was your owner; he had to worry for you! he saw you immediately, sighing in relief. you panted at the joy of seeing your owner, but when you tried to crawl over to him, your leash wouldn't allow it. he smiled, crouching down to run a sweaty hand over your head, pressing down on the clicker tool he kept in his pocket.

you smiled at that, barking. “good dog,” frank huffed, untying your leash from the pole, helping you stand. your owner was so gentle sometimes. he loves you so much. he placed a hand on the small of your pack, right where your tattoo was covered by your thin wifebeater. owner never let you cover up too much. frank led you along, and you stood a few steps behind him. owner goes first, good dogs stay behind their owner’s. he led you to a familiar area, the bus. he had demanded separate buses after getting you, saying a growing pup needed space. you know it was just so nobody would hear him rape you.

he lead you onto the bus, locking the door behind him and telling you to “heel.” you scrambled next to him, standing straight and smiling only when he pressed down on the clicker. “good mutt. fuck, you’re so obedient. it’s like you’re asking to be raped.” he ran his hand over your head again, petting you like he would a real dog. but you are a real dog. you’re his dog. 

frank tugged your leash, hard enough to make you stumble, “on the ground, mutt.” and he snapped his fingers, pointing towards the carpeted floor below him. you rushed to obey, kneeling beneath him and looking up at him, begging for something you can't name. mercy? attention? to be fucked? your poor dog brain doesn't know. it’s alright. your owner will help you. 

frank let out a huff, unzipping his white pants. you opened your mouth automatically, something he’d trained into you the first week. he pulled out his cock, which was only half hard. he stroked it a bit, before you flinched back as something hot and fluid hit your face. he laughed, “stupid whore,” before aiming for your mouth. you were able to open your eyes, watching as his steaming piss went into your mouth. it was sour and bitter and salty; you wanted to gag, but you knew where that’d lead. you swallowed every so often, wincing as hot piss went down your throat, warming your body. 

when the stream finally, finally ended, he wiped the tip of his cock off on your cheek, tapping it against your jaw before petting your head, “yeah, that’s right. good mutt.” you basked in the attention, leaning closer to his hand. frank just laughed, smacking you lightly on the cheek, “stupid rapemeat. fuckin’ whore, get on your bed.” he commanded, and you scattered off, crawling on hands and knees to your dog bed. 

frank followed you, walking behind as you had your metaphorical tail tucked between your legs. “good boy.” you perked up at that. it was rare he called you anything but a dog, whore or rapebait. your owner was feeling kind today, it seemed. “kneel on the dogbed. i’ll gonna have you in your full gear soon, i need your knees working good.” he commented lightly, and you obeyed, kneeling on the bed.

frank tapped his cock on your bottom lip, “take your treat. you were such a good boy today.” he pressed down the clicker when you took him in, immediately putting his hand behind your head to fuck your face. you were drooling all over his sock, making hungry noises and whimpers. it was sloppy, saliva leaking out of the corners of your mouth. you knew your owner liked it this way. he was fucking into your head like it was a hole, which clued you into the fact that he wasn't gonna let you cum tonight.

you whined at the thought, triggering him to shove down your throat. you held back a gag, throat fluttering around him. he held your face down, using his free hand to plug your nose with a pinch, laughing at your brief panic before releasing it. you wanted to gasp for air, but all you could do was breathe heavily through your nose as he kept fucking your face. 

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum down your dumb rapebait throat. stupid fuckin’ mutt, fuck, you’re so dumb.” frank rambled, biting down on his bottom lip as he came, cum flooding your mouth and leaking out of the corners, no matter how hard you tried to swallow.

-🌻

i imagined this more guilty... but maube u meant it rougher... gulps

mikey liked you so much. so much, that when he shoved a rag drenched in chemicals in your face during a smoke break, he didn't feel bad about it. 

he didn't feel bad about it when you woke up in a hotel bed, either. mikey wanted you so badly, and you were teasing him. you deserved this. he convinced himself you deserved this. 

you woke up slowly, groggy before you looked up and around. your left wrist was handcuffed to a bedpost, which hurt, but what was more alarming was mikey in bed with you, staring at you. 

“mikey?” you asked, blinking blearily and rubbing your eye with your open hand. 

mikey smiled at you, gentle in a way you could tell wasn't going to last. “hi. i'm sorry. you're just so.. so handsome. i'm sorry.” he didn't feel bad, not by much. you could tell. 

he began kissing down your neck, over your taped down chest and down your stomach. you wriggled and writhed; “mikey, stop! what are you doing?” 

he pushed you, suddenly a little rough, “shut up. you're gonna make people hear you. you can't blame me, i know you want it.” he was a little rambling, clearly kind of guilty. you'd heard about his sex escapades, but you guessed this was his first time doing something like this.

you swallowed, shaking in fear as he got closer and closer to your boxers, “mikey, please don't. please, i'm scared.” 

mikey sighed, guilting you a bit. your poor brain was so confused, “don't fight it, hm? why else would you have acted like a whore if you didn't want this?” he pushed up his glasses, “stop fighting it.”

you looked up at him, frightened tears springing to your eyes as he slipped your boxers down just enough to reach your tdick. he had the audacity to look satisfied, smug. “you're such a good boy.” he thumbed at your tdick, laughing when it twitched, “you like that, don't you?” 

you squirmed again, trying to push at him with your spare hand as he touches your dick. he frowns, pinning your arm to the bedframe with his spare hand, “fuckin' stop it, stupid boy. don't make me cuff the other hand, too.” he scoffed.

you were fully crying as he grabbed his cock out. it was long but, gracefully not too thick. but you were terrified. 

mikey tapped his tip on the entrance a few times, before sliding in with a drawn out curse. you sobbed harshly, and he almost felt bad. “stop it. d-don't cry, you know it feels good. don't cry.” you kept weeping as he began to slide in and out, thrusting harshly. he could feel your hands feebly trying to push him off, but you were weaker. 

mikey's glasses began to fog up as he fucked you, huffing and groaning at the pleasure. whining praises about you being his good boy in your ear. 

when he was really close, he pulled out, jacking off and moaning your name as he came on your tdick, smiling at your moans as he began to eat you out.