#panic! rpf

dallon who hates when you let go of his hand in public. are you trying to come across as single to the cute guy across the street ? and yes he will be starting an argument on the way home.

dallon who feels bad. not because he started such a big fight but you haven’t spoken to him all day. despite being not the least bit sorry he buries his face between your thighs tongue flicking your sensitive nub.

dallon who spends money he doesn’t have just to impress you. he wanted to be the provider you needed.

dallon who got you a diamond necklace with his name on it. “how did you afford this”? you question as your admire the shiny stones in the silver. he drapes it around your neck , double checking the clasp. “don’t ask stupid questions sweetness. just enjoy the gift”.

dallon who marks you with hickeys in the most visible places. he will get moody if you try to cover them with makeup. why don’t you want people to know about him ?

dallon who manages your wardrobe. he picks all your clothes for every occasion. lots of flowing sundresses and short skirts. despite his hatred of other people admiring you he loved dressing you in a cute dress and taking you on a date. he could be normal once in a while.

dallon who has magic fingers. he presses the pad of his thumb onto your clit rubbing feverish circles. “who’s making you feel this good huh”.

dallon who loves hearing you scream his name.

dallon who would do absolutely anything to have you all to himself. don’t push him because he will take it there. watching brendon ogle his girl made him downright homicidal.

dallon who took it too far this time. accusing you of flirting with his bandmates during a studio session causing a huge fight.

“god you’re such a control freak”. you slam your bag down on the table, items spilling out at the force. this was your last straw. the jealously shit was just too much to deal with. “i did not sign up to deal with..whatever the fuck is wrong with you. i’m done”.

as soon as your purse hit the surface dallon grabs your wrist,forcing you to face him. he’s glowering down at you, jaw tight. he looks so scary when he makes thst face. eyes narrowed and eyebrows knit together. the vein in his forehead pulsed.

“what”?

your heart beat. quickened. maybe you should have come off a little less violent. you knew how fragile dallon could be in these kinds of situations. “l-look..dallon what i’m trying to say is you’re too much”. you stammer.

dallon holds his finger up asking for silence as if you were a child. “before you finish that sentace i’ll give you a chance to think”.

taking a deep breath you regain your composure to the best of your abilitly. dallon would never hurt you. at least you hoped so. if he loved you he’d understand what you were saying. “i’m sorry i came off the way i did..” you pause studying dallons face hoping to see his expression soften.

it didn’t. the darkness behind his eyes did not cease.

“… it’s just you get so jealous..i feel smothered”.

he clicks his tongue. “smothered huh? because i love you and want to keep you to myself i’m smothering you”? the grip on your wrist tightens.

“this is what i mean dallon. you get insane when it comes to me. im scared of you”.

your words hang heavy in the air. he lets go of your wrist, lowering his face to yours. “you must not know fear then”.

a smile suddenly appears on his face. “allow me to show you what real fear is”.

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“who’s this mouth belong to hmm”? he vocalizes ,lips twisted in that sick grin of his. “say it”.

you attempt to speak his name but she shoves his cock further down your throat. the ropes that bound your wrist together was much too tight.the pain was intense but you knew better than to complain.

a shiny a object caught the light bringing your attention to his waist band? what the fuck was that ?.

he smacks your cheek. loud enough to make a sound but soft enough to not leave a mark. dallon knew better than to leave evidence behind. “focus up. the longer this takes the worse it’ll be for you”.

your pussy fluttered at his awful words. despite the paralyzing fear you felt you also felt a sense of pleasure.

he breaths. “that’s right baby girl. this all mine. i’m going to use you how i please. no other man will ever have you drooling on his dick like this”.

he grips a handful of your hair forcing you to move up and down the shaft. “yeah that’s the spot”. he verbalizes. as pissed off as he was with you the feeling of your throat constricted around his cock was draining every bit anger from his body.

“i got something special for you baby”

he splays you across his lap, admiring your ass. “im gonna give you a pretty scar so anyone who decides to stare at your ass in those shorts again thinks twice”

dallon who pressed the blade to the back of your thigh. “this is going to hurt but you’re my strong girl i just know you can handle it”. with those words he pierces the flesh causing you to gasp at the sudden pain.

dallon who takes the time to carve his name into your skin,digging the blade into the fat of your thigh. the gag muffled your cries as you thrashed around in his lap.

dallon who wants this to be easy. the entire time he speaks sweetly attempting to comfort you through the process. it’s not that he wants you to be in pain. he loves hates hearing you sob under his touch. but he had to do this.

dallon who admires his work. “this is gonna make a real nice scar”. he says to himself watching the blood run down your leg. it’s messy but he can’t stop staring at it.

“i’m sorry baby. i don’t want to hurt you. you live when im a little rough with you”. he uses the hilt of the blade to rub against the cotch of your panties. “how else are you going to learn if i’m not rough”?

you’re completely worn out. you can’t even fight back at this point. using the blood soaked blade he slices through the fabric of your panties. “seems like you enjoyed this a little more than you’re letting on” dallon comments, rubbing the handle through your folds.