โ ๏ธ 18+ / MDNI / DEAD DOVE / William & Jackson are the Southern hunters & youโre the prey they chose
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PAIRING: William & Jackson x F!Reader (youโre the one who wandered into their trap on purpose)
KINKS: Knife kink โข Degradation โข Double penetration โข Filthy raw Southern dialogue โข Impact spanking โข Blood licking โข Bondage & tying up โข Old camcorder recording โข Solo turns (warehouse โ dragged to truck โ Cottonwood farmhouse laundry room โ upstairs rec room with pool table โ garden)
WC: ~2200+ | MOOD: Abandoned warehouse outside Baton Rouge at midnight โ truck ride through backroads -> Cottonwood farmhouse laundry room at 1 a.m. โ upstairs rec room with pool table & TV across from their bedroom โ garden under porch light, humid air thick with cicadas & motor oil
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You shouldnโt have come back.
You knew better after last time. Knew the second you saw Jacksonโs truck parked crooked in the driveway & Williamโs silhouette moving behind the screen door that you were walking into trouble. But your feet still carried you through the side gate, past the rusted swing set, straight to the warehouse door they always leave cracked when they know youโre coming.
The warehouse smells like old motor oil & rust. Moonlight bleeds through cracked windows. Chains hang from the rafters like forgotten decorations. Williamโs already leaning against a stack of crates, arms crossed, knife flipping slow between his fingers. Older. Taller. Broader. The kind of thick that makes your thighs clench just looking at him. Jacksonโs perched on an overturned barrel, legs swinging lazy, camcorder in his lap, old silver thing with the red record light blinking like a heartbeat.
Williamโs voice rolls out first, low & syrup-slow. โWell look who came crawlinโ back, darlinโ.โ
Jackson laughs, boyish & mean. โTold ya sheโd show. Little slut canโt stay away.โ You swallow. Voice comes out small. โIโI just wanted toโโ
โWanted to what?โ William cuts in, stepping forward. Knife stops twirling. Blade flat against your cheek nowโcold, โWanted to get fucked stupid again? Wanted us to tie ya up & make ya cry for us, pretty? Say it, sugar.โ
Your knees shake. โYesโplease.โ
Jackson hops off the barrel. โLouder, darlinโ. We like hearinโ ya beg real sweet.โ
โPlease, fuck me stupid again!โ Your words came out in a yell, voice cracking & slipping. Williamโs free hand grips your jaw. โThatโs our good girl.โ
Jackson grabs a length of chain from the wall. โHands behind ya, sugar. Letโs get ya trussed up real nice.โ
You turn. Chain loops your wrists, cold links biting skin, not so tight it cuts but tight enough you feel every tug. Jackson yanks once, you stumble back against his chest. He laughs low in your ear.
โGonna record every second this time. Wanna see that pretty face when ya break.โ
Williamโs knife drags down your sternum, light, no blood yetโjust enough sting to make your nipples pebble under your tank top. โStrip her slow, little brother. I wanna watch.โ
Jacksonโs hands are rougher than Williamโs. Grabbing the hem of your tank, yanking it up & over your head. Bra next. Clasped in front, easy to rip open. Breasts spill out. He palms them hard, thumbs flicking nipples. โGoddamn look at these tits. Bouncinโ already & we ainโt even started.โ
William steps inโknife tracing one areola, slow circle. โPerfect.โ Blade flat now, he presses just enough to leave a thin white line that blooms pink. You gasp. He leans down & followed his tongue along the line, licking slow. Faint copper blooms on his tongue. โSweet little bleedinโ thing,โ he purrs. โTastes like pure fuckinโ surrender.โ
Jacksonโs behind youโhands on your shorts, shoving them down with your panties in one rough pull. You step out. Naked now except the chain. Jackson kicks your legs wider. โSpread for us, darlinโ. Show big brother that drippinโ little cunt.โ
William drops to one kneeโknife set aside for now. His hands grip your thighs & spread you further. Breathing hot against your sex. โLook at this pretty pussy. Already swollen & wet for us.โ His tongue drags onceโlong, flat & tasting. You moan. He pulls back. โNot yet. You donโt come tilโ we say.โ
Jacksonโs laugh is dark. โSheโs gonna be begginโ in just a few minutes.โ They donโt let you come in the warehouse. William grabs the chain leashโyanks you forward. โUpstairs, darlinโ. We ainโt done playinโ yet.โ
Jacksonโs hand fists your hair, half guiding, half dragging. You stumble, half-walk, half-crawl across the gritty floor, out the side door, into the humid night. Jacksonโs truck is parked close, his tailgate down. William shoves you into the back seatโchain still binding your wrists. Jackson climbs in behind, camcorder rolling.
โSmile for the road trip, sugar,โ he says, slapping your ass as you crawl across the bench seat.
The drive is short in the backroads, no lights, cicadas screaming through the open windows. Louisiana heat beaming through the night. Williamโs driving was slow & deliberate. Jacksonโs fingers were tracing welts on your thighs, teasing without mercy.
โYa like ridinโ in chains, darlinโ?โ Jackson asks, voice thick. โMakes ya wetter, donโt it?โ You whimper. โPlease, I want it now..โ William glances in the rearview. โSave it, sugar. We got all night.โ
They pull up to the Cottonwood farmhouse, the old, sagging porch, itโs light buzzing yellow. Jackson drags you out, chain leash in hand. Across the gravel, up the steps, through the screen door. Inside smells like pine & gun oil. Laundry room first, washer & dryer humming, same as the warehouse but warmer, lived-in.
Jackson shoves you against the washer, chest to metal, still warm from a load. Williamโs behind you with his knife back out, tracing your spine. โSpread your legs, darlinโ.โ
You do. Jackson ties the chain to the washer handle, short enough you canโt straighten up. Williamโs hand cracks across your ass hard. โCount.โ
They take turns spanking & soothing, licking faint welts. Williamโs tongue drags over one red line slowly, tasting the tiny bead of blood that wells. โSweet little bleedinโ darlinโ,โ he purrs. โTastes like heaven.โ
Jacksonโs fingers find your clit, rubbing slow circles while William spanks. โSheโs soakinโ the floor already,โ Jackson laughs. โGreedy little thing.โ They donโt let you come.
William yanks the chain. โUpstairs. Pool tableโs waitinโ.โ They drag you. Half-walk, half-crawl, across the living room, up the creaky stairs, past their bedroom door, straight into the rec room. Old pool table under a single hanging bulb, TV in the corner flickering static. The camcorderโs already set up, itโs red light blinking.
Jackson shoves you face-down across the green felt. Ass up. Wrists still chained. William ties your ankles to the table legs, spreading you wide. โPerfect,โ William says. โStay right there, darlinโ.โ Jackson adjusts the camcorder, angled to catch everything. โSmile for the home video, sugar.โ
Williamโs hand cracks across your ass once again, this time it was harder. โCount.โ
By fifteen, your ass is glowing red, thighs trembling. Jackson kneels behind youโtongue tracing one welt, then biting. You yelp. He licks the faint copper taste. โSweet little bleedinโ peach.โ
William unties your ankles & then flips you onto your back. Legs spread wide again, tied to the corners. He climbs onto the table, kneels between your thighs. Knife back in hand, blade flat against your mound. โGonna carve my initials right here one day,โ he says, tapping the knife just right above your pussy. โBut tonight I just wanna taste.โ
He leans down, his tongue plunging deep, fucking you with it while Jackson records. Your moaning was loud & broken. โPlease!โ You buck, head shooting up & chest heaving, locking eyes with Jackson as he records.
โNot yet,โ William growls against your clit. Sucks hard. Stops. โBeg prettier, darlinโ.โ
โOh my god!โ His tongue lapped hungrily at your tired pussy. โWilliam.. Jackson.. Iโm your good girl, Iโll be s-so good!โ Jackson laughs. โHear that? Sheโs our good girl now.โ
William pulls back & climbs higher. His cockโs outโthicker than your wrist, longer than you remember, heavy & veined. โYou want this, sugar? I want you to tell me.โ
The sudden fade of pleasure made your eyes focus on the big man in front of you, 6โ3, well over 220 pounds. His thick forearms, his arm hair, the hair on his chest, scarred skin. The big country man huffed at you, โMy pretty girl, you love being treated like this. โCuz you deserve it.โ
He slams in deep, stretching you wide. You scream but his calloused, rough hand clamps around your mouth. He doesnโt move yet, he just lets you feel the girth splitting you. Jacksonโs behind your head, cock out, itโs longer than Williamโs, tip wider than the base, flared like itโs made to lock inside. He slaps it against your cheek. โOpen up, darlinโ.โ
You do. He slides in, tip stretching your lips wide. โThatโs it. Take little brother down your throat.โ
They find rhythm. William thrusting deep & slow, Jackson fucking your mouth, both groaning. William leans down to lick a fresh welt on your hip, tasting the tiny bead of blood. โSweet little bleedinโ darlinโ,โ he purrs. โTastes like pure fuckinโ surrender.โ
Jackson pulls out & slaps your face with his cock, strings of saliva stretch & snap on your cheek. โBeg for both of us, sugar.โ
โBoth of you!! I need itโฆ Please!โโ
William pulls out, flipping you again. Jackson lies back on the table & pulls you on top. His cock slides into your cunt, his long tip flaring wide, stretching you differently. Williamโs thicker head nudging your ass. โRelax, darlinโ. Gonna fill ya up real good.โ
He pushes in, slowly, inch by burning inch. Youโre sobbing, full beyond reason. They start moving at opposite rhythms first, Williamโs thicker cock pulsed & twitched in your tight ass, Jacksonโs is longer, his tip was a bit wider than the base & your pussy made a flicking, wet sound every time your ass slammed down on his pelvis.
It reached deeper than Williamโs, you could feel his tip knocking just above your bellybutton. They began syncing deep & brutal. Jacksonโs big hands on your hips, Williamโs on your throat, squeezing just enough.
โCome for us,โ William growls. โCome like the filthy little slut ya are.โ You shatter but their hands hold you in place while you scream & go limp, squirting around them, walls clamping hard. They follow, still thrusting through their own orgasms, flooding you from both ends, seed overflowing in hot ropes. Cocks twitching & still stretching you
They pull out slowly, leaving you gaping & dripping. William licks a fresh scratch on your back. Jackson unties you. โClean up, sweet thing,โ William says, voice calm. โDonโt be late tomorrow night. We got big plans for ya, darlinโ.โ
The house echoes empty. Youโre left trembling on the pool table. Something seemed to shift in their demeanor.
William grabs the chain leash again, yanking you off the table. โOutside, darlinโ. Gardenโs waitinโ.โ
Jacksonโs hand fists your hair, dragging you down the hall, past their closet, down the stairs, out the back door. The garden is overgrown, moonlight on tomato vines, old swing creaking in the breeze. Porch light buzzes yellow.
They push you onto the grass thats soft from recent rain. Jackson ties the chain to the porch railing short enough youโre on all fours. Williamโs knife traces your spine again, stinging lines that bead tiny drops of blood. He licks one & you felt his teeth on your spine. โSweet little bleedinโ darlinโ,โ he purrs. โTastes like home.โ
Jacksonโs behind you, his cock teasing your swollen entrance. โBeg for it, sugar.โ
โPlease.. I canโt take it anyโโ
Jackson spanks you & you lost your train of thought after the pain whispered. Jackson pulled your hair back & spoke directly into your ear, โDonโt say that,โ Williamโs thicker length nudges your ass. โTake us like a good girl. You got it, baby.โ
They push in, slow at first, then deep, brutal. Double penetration in the open air, crickets & cicadas are your only witnesses. They fuck you raw, spanking, licking welts, whispering filthy praise until youโre sobbing, begging, coming undone under the porch light.
When they finish flooding you again, they untie you. William kisses your forehead, gentle now. โGo home, darlinโ,โ he says. โBut you come on back tomorrow. We ainโt done claiminโ ya.โ
You stumble away. The night swallows you whole.
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