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Is it REALLY Necrophilia if They Come Back in the End…? (Dwight x Fem!Reader) DBD Art Trade Fic

For @nemugyo as a writing/art trade! I hope you all enjoy! (Make sure to check out their awesome art! 🥰

Well… He has no excuses for what he would do to you. Is there any consultation that there was ‘no harm, no foul’?

Warnings: Death of Reader, Surprise! It's an Accident, Blood/Chest Injury, Necrophilia, Dwight's a Freak sorrynotsorry, Kissing, Groping, Grinding, Fingering, Spit as Lube, Loss of Virginity (guess who), Creampie

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Another day, another trial… Or… Was it another day? Does time still pass in this place? Dwight genuinely wasn’t sure… It somehow feels the same as any other time, but nothing really changes. Environmentally, that is. The survivors all change over time, becoming more jaded, angrier, more sullen or hopeless… But then there’s always a sudden burst of energy whenever a stranger makes their way into camp. 

Another new face… One that Dwight had difficulties looking away from. You… You are so pretty… Really, you practically glowed in the firelight. He felt sorry for you, felt sorry for everyone that ended up in this shithole of a place, but you? You, especially. How was it fair that someone like you ended up here? The Entity really is a bitch, isn’t She? Dwight thought that every time he looked at you, especially whenever the two of you were in a trial together. 

Dwight didn’t try to keep his distance from you, but he didn’t try to seek you out, either. Politely smile, nod, offer help and advice when needed… Already, he would like to do more, but that wasn’t his place, was it? Dwight was comfortable as a background character, not even being worth putting in the dreaded ‘friend zone’. So what if you never really learned his name or really cared about his presence, or ever figured out that he was the one that left you a handful of useful things in places only you would find… Maybe it was for the best that you didn’t find out about that… You might take it the wrong way if you realized Dwight was the one leaving offerings to the Entity in your pockets whenever you would nap, or when you weren’t paying attention as you walked past him…

You never noticed this though. Or… Dwight is sure that you hadn’t, at least… You were friendly to everyone, even those that were aloof or a bit… rough on the outside. Even though Dwight tried to remain on the outskirts of your bubble, out of sight, out of mind, out of your way… you still would approach him, of all people. 

Him! 

He didn’t know why… There wasn’t anything interesting about him, nothing in the slightest… Dwight didn’t look interesting, sound interesting… He didn't do anything interesting before the Fog took him and he doesn’t think he’s done anything particularly interesting since being abducted. Other than die an innumerable amount of times, that is… He never knew what to say to you, or how to respond to anything that you said to him. Regardless of how pathetically he floundered around, you never laughed at him once, or shunned him, rolled your eyes at him or called him a loser… 

Dwight almost believes (he so wants to believe) that you haven’t done anything like that behind his back. 

Unlike most people, you were as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside. You were always kind to him, even during trials, where it’s always been ‘survival of the fittest’. The worst of an individual always rears its ugly heads, but as swiftly as they peek out, they are gone after the trial ends. 

Oh, the hurt feelings always remain. Judgement always remains. Sideways glances are warranted if someone throws their fellow man in the line of fire in order to save their own hides, especially when they were just laughing and joking with you not even five minutes before. You never did that, though. You didn’t just say ‘of course I have your back’ and then not have it. You would risk your life for people that wouldn’t show you the same courtesy, even in bluffing bravado… 

But you did. 

You always did. 

And that is what makes what Dwight would do to you even more fucked up than it already was. 

***

It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It happens in almost every single trial. Live, die… Isn’t it all the same when you end up back at the start, regardless of the outcome? This wasn’t even the result of something malicious or cruel, even on the end of the Deathslinger, Caleb Quinn, who was the killer of this particular trial. It was practically an accident, really… And that’s saying something, when it involves a bonafide sociopath with a kink for ‘justice’. 

CRACK! 

The gunshots always made Dwight nervous, but you were there like always to pat him on the back and helped him refocus on what was really important.

“Just focus on the gens, okay? The shots echo so bad in here that it's pretty much impossible to tell where they are coming from or how close they really are.” It’s a bit bleak, but it's true. Dwight sighed through his nose and forced a smile, even though his hands were shaking and his teeth were chattering. 

“W-Whatever happens, happens, huh?” He absentmindedly chewed on a broken fingernail as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. You smiled and shrugged. 

“‘Whatever happens, happens’.” You gave a  ‘what can you do’ sort of gesture then chuckled to yourself. Dwight blushed a little as your laugh reverberated off the Game’s concrete walls. 

“I’ve got your back, Dwight. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.” 

Ah, he really wished you didn’t do that… Not for him, of all people! The last thing Dwight wanted was for you to get hurt on his behalf… But here, in the Fog, only bad things happen to good people, while the sick, demented perverts somehow manage to scrape by and make the most of whatever crumbs they get their grubby hands on…

CRACK! 

There was a shot that was too close for comfort. Dwight shrunk away from the generator, but you stayed put with that smile still on your face. 

“Don’t worry, Dwight. Just stay here and finish the gen while I go check on Meg.” 

Meg…

Crap. She’s one of the crazy ones that always tries to get the killer’s attention and runs circles around them. Sometimes Dwight wonders if she was doing this to help or if she did this just because she could. Judging from how many shots went off in quick succession, the Deathslinger was becoming frustrated. He tried to grab a hold of your hand and pull you back towards the gen, towards the cover he took against the wall, but you only paused and gently squeezed his fingers as you pulled away from him. Dwight’s hand limply dropped to the ground, his chest constricting as his heart rate began to unnaturally spike up in between his ears. 

Crap. Crap- Crap! 

You swore in surprise, feet scuffing on the floor as you came to a sudden halt. N-No, he can’t look…! Dwight, the coward he was, remained frozen in place, knowing damn well that you were on the other side of the wall and face to face with the Deathslinger. The killer sounded surprised too, choking on the spit he held in his messed up jaw as he grips his gun tight enough that Dwight could hear it, even without witnessing it with his own eyes. 

“Dunn even think ‘bout it-!” 

Too much happened all at once. A gasp from you, a surprised shout from the Deathslinger, perhaps one of pain, the deafening blow of a shot and an even louder gasp from another survivor… A woman. Meg. Dwight recognized her voice anywhere… He picked up the shine of a flashlight gleaming on the slightly damp concrete floor. There was a wet splatter, pained gasps that resembled your voice, only far more strained, wet. Dwight finds his ears straining against the brief quiet. He squirmed in place, confused as to why the Deathslinger wasn’t reeling in his clearly hit target and why Meg wasn’t running away, knowing full well that he’s snagged you and not her. 

“Aw, shit-” 

The Deathslinger’s voice was low and gravely, almost sounding displeased with his current predicament. Dwight’s heart dropped to his gut as he heard Meg whimper, something like ‘s-sorry, I- I didn’t mean-’ being breathed out before she took off in a dead sprint. He knew better than to look, but Dwight’s neck was already craning around the corner, both afraid and curious as to what was happening only a few yards away from his hiding place. If I die, I die. You, though… His eyes go wide as he realizes just how much blood you lost in the few seconds it took everything to unfold in the next room over. 

You were pale, clothing totally soaked in blood from your neckline down. The Deathslinger always aims for the shoulder or arm whenever he hooks someone, more than enough to gore a person and even for them to bleed to death quickly from the wound, but rarely this fast. He was objectively a good aim, even with an unruly and homemade weapon like the one he carries around. He rarely misses and when he does, it’s because a survivor dodges out of the way completely or someone blinds him before he can take the shot. Meg, unfortunately, managed to blind him as he was pulling the trigger, leading the Deathslinger to not only miss his mark of a non vital area on your body, but to hit you directly in the chest, square in the heart or lung, judging by how much blood you were losing and how violently you were coughing and choking on your own blood…

With a curse, the Deathslinger grabbed the harpoon spear lodged in your chest and yanked on it hard. Dwight felt hot bile burn his sinuses as your face didn’t change much, the only things showing you hadn’t died on your feet being your slowly flowing blood and the rapid fluttering of your eyelashes. It took three hard tugs for the spear to be freed from your body. Upon the final harsh pull, you collapsed backwards, gurgling as your body began to tremble violently. Dwight couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You’re… dying… It’s nothing new, it isn’t the first time he’s witnessed you die, far from it, yet somehow this was more… intimate. Wrong. The Deathslinger stared down at you for a moment, as though lost in thought, almost seeming… remorseful? No… that can’t be it. He was going to shoot you, kill you, but not like that. This was an accident, but it led to the result he was looking for. But it was all wrong. 

All wrong. 

With a snort and a spit of tobacco, he leaves, cursing Meg under his breath as he reloads his gun. He’s already hunting her, and would be for a while yet. Dwight, the coward he was, couldn’t get his legs to move before the phantom heartbeat in his ears waned somewhat. So pathetic… He could hardly get himself to move even after that, hands sweating and joints trembling as he approached you laying on the floor. 

Oh, you’re so dead… 

There might be some breath still rattling around in your lungs, but you were dead as dead could be. Dwight felt his throat squeeze shut as he looked down at you. There’s a certain look people get on their faces, especially in and around their eyes, when they are dead or dying. 

You had that look. 

Dwight chewed on his lower lip, dropping down to his knees even though you were more than beyond the point of saving. Not that he had a medkit to use on you, anyway… He raised a trembling hand to your face, wiping some of the blood from your lips and chin with the back of his hand. 

Why did he do that…? 

Even in this state, you were… pretty. Your chest trembled as the last wisp of life withered and began to fall still inside of your body. Dwight found his hand resting on your chest, his own heart pounding away and breath squeezing out of his tightening throat as the slight tremble under his hand crumbled into nothing at all. Nothing… It was sort of hard to believe that you were even dead. Oh, you looked dead. The smell of blood was thick in the air, not to mention it soaked into his pants and coated the underneath of his palm as he rested it against your chest. There’s so much… Even though liters of blood were spilled onto the floor and soaked into your clothing, you still looked so… so… 

“H-Ha… S-Sorry… Sorry you-” 

Genuinely, he meant to just pat you on the chest and leave, but he didn’t. Instead, Dwight watched as his hand smoothed over your chest, avoiding the mess that the Deathslinger’s spear left behind and rubbed over your right breast. What are you doing-?! H-He was just going to make sure you were dead! Dwight caressed your chest, fingers twitching hard enough that he grabbed your breast without really thinking about it. Oh no-

No, no- 

What the fuck was he doing? 

Dwight didn’t know if he spoke it aloud or if it was just a thought knocking around in his empty head as he straddled your legs. He never noticed your thighs were like this… Your clothing is sort of baggy, and hides your general figure pretty well… He attempted to swallow, winching at the pain as heat rose underneath his cheeks. 

This is really fucked up… He shouldn’t be doing this- 

But… Fuck, how many times had he fantasized about this happening? Okay, maybe you weren’t dead in those fantasies, but still! Dwight had fantasized about doing… stuff to you. W-Willingly, of course! He has never wanted to hurt you! Ever! …but was this really hurting you…? You’re dead, and it wasn’t like you would know about anything that happened to your body after you are spirited away from the trial… 

It’s just a pathetic attempt to rationalize what he was already doing to you. Dwight was already cupping one of your cheeks, breathing heavily as he gently pressed his lips against your already cooling, chapped ones. He could taste blood, but was it from skinning his own lip with his teeth, or was it all yours from when you were coughing and gasping for air? 

Wow… Was his first kiss seriously with a dead body? With your dead body? 

‘Dweet the Loser’, forever a virgin that couldn’t get a kiss if his life depended on it… ‘Of course he’d have to molest a dead body to get some action… What a creep!’ Dwight chews on his inner cheek as he hears his old coworkers and old ‘“friends’” mocking him in the back of his head. He deserves that though… This is fucked up… It still wasn’t enough to make him stop. Maybe nothing would have stopped him… Not when he finally gets to be this close to you, consequence free….

Guilt free… 

Yeah, what does he really have to be guilty about…? Dwight leans down and kisses you again, still softly, as though not to disturb you, even though you clearly wouldn’t get up no matter what he did to you. You’re already so cold… But he didn’t mind. He wiped some more blood from your face as he pulled away from your lips, toes curling as he ran his tongue against them and gently tilted your mouth so he could stick it inside. 

It’s so embarrassing that he’s never kissed anyone before… Dwight has actually never held hands with anyone else, let alone kissed them or… anything else, for that matter. God, but it had to be you. It just had to be you… Maybe you would be the only one that would see any worth in Dwight, if not just for pity’s sake. He doesn’t think he could blame you if you did, but maybe this was the only chance he would get. With a corpse… Haha… If it was anyone else, he would be disgusted, but since it’s you? Dwight can’t stop touching you… 

His hand goes under your shirt, a chill running up his arm as he feels your smooth skin rubbing against his palm. You aren’t completely cold yet. You aren’t even stiff, just motionless, as though you were asleep. Isn’t that a little more palatable? It’s just play pretend. He isn’t harming you, molesting or raping you, he is merely playing out a little fantasy of his. Harmless… His fingers trace the outline of your bra, still feeling nervous and shy about what he was doing. You wouldn’t really mind, would you? He’s admiring you, just practicing so when the real deal happens, he can make you feel good. Like how you deserve… 

Dwight shoves his hand underneath your bra, shuddering and groaning into your still mouth as he cups your breast. Oh god, everything about you is just perfect… He was ashamed and embarrassed that he was straining so hard against his pants, hard on digging into your abdomen as he squirmed against your waist. Even the slightest bit of friction felt so damn good when it was against your body… Dwight’s hand trembled as he squeezed your chest, massaging and kneading it with his fingers as your nipple was pushed in between them. He pulled away from your lips again, biting his own and breathing heavily through his nostrils as he pushed your shirt and bra up to your collarbone, stomach rolling with excitement and delight as he looked over your bare chest. 

Oh… Oh god- 

A sudden bolt of pleasure raced up and down his spine, settling in his lower abdomen as he committed the sight to memory. Dwight thought he actually managed to cum from the sight of your partially naked body alone… Almost, but not quite. He palmed at himself as he looked you over. The gaping wound that the Deathslinger’s speargun left behind was glaring, something that reminded him that what he was doing was beyond the pale, but it was something that was surprisingly easy for Dwight to look over. 

It doesn’t really take away from how pretty you were- from how pretty you still are. 

He continued to grope your chest, squeezing down on your breast as he watched the soft mound of flesh move up and down with his subtle movements. God, you’re so beautiful… Dwight licked his chapped lips and dipped his head low, taking one of your soft nipples into his mouth and licking it gently with his tongue. It’s chilly, but not unpleasant by any means. Dwight can feel his mouth watering as he ruts into your stomach. How can it feel so good…?! He can’t stop himself from moving against your body. Not having any response or feedback doesn’t dampen his arousal in any way. M-Maybe it- No, no-! 

“S-Sorry… M-Mmpfh-!~ S-Sorry…!~” 

Dwight whines and moans as he slides down your legs. He easily knees them open, restituting himself so he’s directly in between your legs and grinding against your core. It’s too late to stop things now… There’s no way he can keep himself from pushing further and further, until he was groping your clothed thighs and sliding a hand down your pants, and underneath your panties, so he could truly feel you. Oh… You’re so soft… Dwight’s breath caught in his throat as his fingers dip in between your folds. 

H-He shouldn’t just… ‘do it’, right? There’s a certain way to do things, and it feels so wrong to just start touching you like this… Yet here he was, gasping and moaning as he clumsily fingers at your clit, cock twitching and throbbing as he imagined you squirming underneath him and begging him to touch you more- no, begging for him to fuck you. Dwight could so clearly see you under him, alive and with a cute, blissed out look on your face. God, it was the sexiest thing he’s ever imagined in his entire life… He groaned as he felt himself getting close, shoving his fingers down lower until Dwight managed to hook them against your entrance. 

“O-Oh god… Oh god, I’m sorry… I- I can’t-”

He can’t stop now… 

You were painfully dry, so much so that he couldn’t really push further than the tips of his fingers into you. Even though he was almost fully wrapped up in his impending climax, Dwight shakily removed his hand from your pants and unashamedly stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, covering them with so much of his saliva that it dripped off of them and onto your bare abdomen and pants. With his other hand, he yanked your pants- underwear and all- down to your knees. Heart pounding as he takes in your nearly naked body, Dwight quickly shoves his fingers back in between your folds, whining as he struggles with your pants so he can fully spread your legs apart and witness his fingers entering your most intimate place. 

“Please… Please… O-Ohh… Ohh!~” 

He trembles and shakes, hips bucking pathetically as he slides two fingers inside of your cooling body. The tightness, the sole fact that it’s you and that this is the first woman he’s ever touched like that… Dwight was cumming! He was cumming as he fingered you, shamelessly! In the middle of a trial! N-Nevermind that you were already… Y-You know… Even though he hadn’t really used his hands, it felt so damn good… Better than any other time he’s jerked off alone, in a dark room, fantasizing about a woman that was so far out of his league that the mere thought that he would get close enough to even smell her perfume would be a hilarious, cruel joke. But he was doing it to you! His fingers were inside of you, and god, oh fuck…!

You were so goddamn tight…! 

No, there’s absolutely no point in stopping now. Dwight had already pulled your pants down to your ankles, fighting with your dead-weight legs as he accidentally pulled your shoes off in the process of removing your pants entirely. S-Sorry… Sorry! He was still apologizing, pathetically, as he fished your panties out of your wadded up and tangled pants. Oh god- F-Fuck-! Dwight’s entire body was shaking violently, so hard that his belt clacked and clinked loudly against itself. Anyone could find him here, dick out and your body practically naked and clearly molested. If they knew… If anyone knew…  

This once in a lifetime opportunity far outweighed any social or emotional death Dwight would face IF he were ever found out. If… ONLY ‘if’. He’s never been so close to another person, to a woman, of all people, and one as totally beautiful as you. This is a dream come true… No, maybe only just a dream. A macabre one, but one that’s ultimately harmless. You aren’t hurt, he isn’t hurt… Dwight has never- and would never- harm you in any way! You have to know that, right? 

…right? 

Dwight gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he leaned over you, your legs splayed to the side of either of his thighs as the tip of his cum-smeared dick butts against your pubic mound. He shivers, still highly sensitive from cumming so recently, but still so undeniably aroused and needy for attention. You’ll give it to him… Dwight shivers as he looks over your face. Blank and placid, drained of all colour and life, but not twisted in horror, disgust or pain. Just… gentle. A little tired, perhaps. Longing, maybe… Wishful thinking? Perhaps… But that doesn’t stop him from rutting against your spit-slick folds and whimpering as his cockhead grazes against your loosened entrance. 

“O-Oh-!~ Oh my god…! I- I’m actually-! P-Please-!~” 

He practically squeals your name as he thrusts into you. So tight! S-So tight…!~ Already, he thought he was about to cum again. From only just entering you…! It was nothing like he imagined: soft but tight, pliable, but it sort of felt… Wrong. If you were alive, you would be squeezing down on him, pulling him in deeper as he tried to pull out of you and push himself deeper inside. Instead, you were still, unresponsive, as a dead body would be when someone fucks them like the freak they are. Still… Dwight groans as he bottoms out inside of you, balling your panties up in his hand as he brings them to his face and takes a deep breath. 

“M-Mmmm…~ Mmpfft- F-Fuck… F-Fuuuuck, ohhh…~” 

The sounds of sex bouncing off the concrete walls were so lewd, especially with the knowledge that one of the participants was an already cooling corpse. Why was it that this sound didn’t turn Dwight off, but rather did the opposite?! He was messed up in the head, a fucked up individual for being able to do something so despicable to a person he claimed to not only care about, but love. Oh, but it’s just a game, right? With a ‘poof’, everything will go back to normal! You aren’t even here anymore. This isn’t your body, just a construct made by the Entity for environmental purposes! Like a doll… So- So he has nothing to worry about. N-Nothing at all- 

“M-MMMM-!!!~” 

Dwight bites down on your panties as he snaps forward. Almost against his will, they pump back and forth, at a pace that was so strangely unlike him. Fast and rough, almost animalistic in nature… He can’t get enough of you, no matter how hard he fucks your soft, dry pussy. Loud squelches fill the air, likely audible from the main floor of the meat plant. Your body jostles up and down freely, barely open eyes seemingly staring in Dwight’s direction as he smoothes a hand up your torso and cups your slightly mutilated breast. It didn’t seem right to only give the other attention… So he massaged it and pinched your nipple in between his bloodied fingers, whining and salivating at the mouth as he sucked on your panties and fucked you like a pathetic mutt in heat. 

In and out. In and out… In and out- 

Inoutinoutinoutinoutintoutinoutinout 

“I- I can’t-!~ C-Can’t-! F-Feels so good-!~” Dwight’s pace suddenly becomes sloppy and his voice reaches a keening pitch, hardly muffled by your underwear that he’s stuffed in his mouth. He screws his eyes shut and chases the high that is welling in his lower gut, imagining that you were feeling the same thing, getting so close to your own climax that you were trembling and gasping, begging for him to finish inside of you… 

“I- I’m cumming…!~ I- I’m cumming, I promise-!~” 

He pants and whimpers, biting down on your panties and the side of his tongue as his hips jerk and stutter in an irregular pattern. I-It’s coming…! It’s so fucking close-!~ Dwight’s glasses fog up, riding up to his forehead as he buries his nose into your abdomen. Dry blood cracks and smears cold, congealed blood all over the bridge of his nose and cheek, but he doesn’t care. He can’t stop! He doesn’t want to stop now…! 

“A-Ahh!!!~”

“G-GUHH-?!~”

“A-AHHHHHH-!!!~” 

It’s heaven. It’s utter bliss. It’s so much better than his hand or a fleshlight could ever hope to compare to. Would it be the same for you, Dwight wondered, but it was buried under the euphoria and self-disgust he felt over what he had just done. He had cummed inside of you… You took his virginity and he cummed inside of you… Even if it was your lifeless body, even if it wasn’t really fair, he could believe at least in the privacy of his mind that he was no longer a virgin, and it was all thanks to you. 

You… You, you you- 

It all washes over him in a tidal wave. Pleasure, disgust. Pleasure, god, it’s so good… But then he’s dry heaving and feeling like he’s about to lose control over his bodily functions. Can’t he just… just enjoy this one little thing in peace?! P-Please…? 

Dwight shudders, swallowing down the bile that fills his mouth as he looks back up to your face. He removes your panties from his mouth and instinctively stuffs them in his pocket before bringing his hand to your pale cheek, cupping it gently as he strokes it with his sweaty thumb. Shit… S-Shit- Shit, what did he just do? D-Did he really just-?

DOOM! 

A violent shiver races up and down his spine as a silent roar fills the air. Dwight knew it all too well. The Entity…? Ah- 

Shit, the others-! 

He didn’t forget. How could he forget he was in a trial?! Dwight didn’t forget, but he was surprised that Meg, Ace or the Deathslinger managed to walk up to him doing… that to your corpse. Thank god. Should he be thanking the Entity for that instead? Dwight cried out in surprise, dick practically going flaccid out of pure fear as a loud CLANK beside him forced him to nearly jump out of his skin. 

W-What-?! 

The… The hatch…? 

Huh… O-Oh… 

Maybe… he should be thanking the Entity… But why would She-? Dwight shakes his head, swallowing thickly as he sheepishly pulls his soft cock out of your body and tucks it back into his pants. His mouth goes dry as he rocks back and forth on his knees, uncertain if he truly deserves to leave through the hatch, unscathed, while his friends all died, while he was doing- while he was having- Just as tears begin to sting Dwight’s eyes, a gravelly voice snaps him out of his self pity and loathing and sends his guts twisting into knots and rising to the back of his throat. 

“Where the fuck did ya go?! Fuckin’ slippery lil bastard-!” 

He didn’t even think, merely tumbled head over ass into the hatch with little regard for anything else. Coward, coward, coward! You are such a fucking coward, Dwight Fairfield! Can’t even face your own earned death with any pride or respectability whatsoever! He doesn’t want to return to the camp. What if- What if- Dwight sticks his thumb in between his teeth and begins to grind his jaw against it. Would you know? What if you did? Could you possibly know what happened to you after you died? Dwight never knew, and he’s sure no one else knew either. Some of the killers were… He shuddered at the thought of it. It’s bad enough he did… that. But if you knew as well? 

***

There was no acting normal when he returned. Dwight was paranoid, beyond paranoid. Terrified, really. Where were you?! He spied Meg and Ace, the former catching his eye and letting her face fall to an annoyed grimace. Okay… Okay that’s fair. Dwight ducked his head, but was relieved neither of them went over to confront him. So… they don’t know… Okay, okay good, but… 

What about you? 

It could have taken hours, or maybe just minutes, time in this place is so busted who knows, but you did show back up. Wait, had you been gone this entire time…? No, you hadn’t. You were the first back from the trial, just as you should have been, only you had left camp for some time shortly after returning. …why? Dwight watched you carefully from afar, trying to judge what you knew, or rather what you didn’t know. Other than your face being slightly flushed and your clothing being a tad more disheveled than usual, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary… 

“H-Hey, Dwight…?” Hearing your voice speak his name aloud has goosebumps breaking out across his body. Dwight swallows thickly, a little frightened to hear what you had to say, but hopeful as you sounded relieved to see him, though… Were you a little sheepish, or was it just his imagination? 

“Y-Yeah? Yeah! H-Hey… Are you okay? That… What happened was-” You threw your hand in the air, almost casual as you blew a raspberry between your lips. 

“Pssh, yeah, I know. Honestly, that was a bit of a freak accident, right? Did you see the look on the Deathslinger’s face? He looked as surprised as I did! …probably…” You tried to laugh it off, but it came out loud and nervous. Understandable… Dwight still struggles to brush off his own deaths, just like everyone else here. You put your hands in your pockets and squirm uncomfortably. Dwight clears his throat and nearly chokes on his own spit as you repeatedly open and close your mouth, like you’re about to say something but cut yourself off before you can. 

“Um-”

“Dwight-” 

Shit- 

‘No, no, really! You can go first!’ Shit, can it be any more awkward?! You laughed again, still nervous as you toed at a rock and nudged it away with the tip of your shoe. 

“I… have a question.” Dwight feels something seize deep within his core.

“Yeah? W-What is it?” He doesn’t have the right to speak your name, yet he does. 

Disgusting… 

“Has… Has the Entity ever- Uh- s-stolen anything from you after a trial?” Dwight’s shoulder’s drop and he looks at you, confused.

“...huh?” He’s more surprised now than he is scared. What are you talking about? You shuffle again, looking uncomfortable as you pick at your lower lip with your teeth. 

“I-It’s just… I don’t have- Like, when I woke back up, I didn’t have my-” You nervously mess with your hair then laugh again, still nervous, flustered. Embarrassed. Dwight is again surprised by your reaction, even more confused and now becoming a little concerned by it. 

“W-What? Are you okay? Did you lose something?” He said your name again, and you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head hard while raising your hands up. 

“No! No! Ah, nevermind! It’s really embarrassing! Haha-!” Dwight stares at you, feeling a mixture of relief and uncertainty washing over him as you shift from foot to foot. 

“R-Really, it’s nothing important! I think the Entity is playing some kind of messed up prank on me, that’s all. Haha…” You rub the back of your head and bite your lip again, rubbing your thighs together as Dwight allows his shoulders to fully droop. 

It’s… okay. 

Everything is okay… 

He actually sighed in relief. You didn’t know. Meg and Ace didn’t know, either. It was only the Entity and himself that knew this dirty little secret… Dwight felt the sweat that had begun to collect on his face begin to cool. He wiped the back of his hand against his forehead, almost grunting as he took a seat on an unoccupied log at the edge of the campsite. God, this was fucking hell… He shoved his hands in his pockets without thinking, and knitted his brows in confusion as he felt something strange balled up in one of his first. 

What is- His eyes widened. Oh.

Oh my god- 

It was your panties. 

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AGAJDLLGNA

A NEW STYX GAME????

IN 2025?!?!!

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Congratulations! 😁

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It’s so cute!!! I’m proud of you baby 💕

Monster hunter wilds is soon to come , I’m excited <~\ enjoy my dodogama pixel art . So chonky

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Everyone needs a sicko to bounce ideas off of. It's necessary to survive any fandom ever.

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reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

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gloria a las plagas

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Oh I’ll certainly toss my hat into the ring and spread the word while I’m at it!

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Why the fuck am I simping for Salvatore Moreau again I thought I was over it-

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Seriously look how regal they both are! Somehow the light colours are just so pleasing to my eyes!

A little sketch for the fanfic

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HIYA.

So a lot has gone on in the last little bit. NASA recently was ordered to scrub their site of women's contributions to astronomy and astrophysics, even took down their page celebrating women's history month and all the contributions they've made to NASA. So I did a thing and crawled through the wayback machine to find some articles, and decided to put this right here because fuck the government, fuck the orange in charge who told them to scrub their site, and fuck NASA for throwing their people under the bus and bowing to this authoritarian nonsense. This version of the site still has articles on some important figures like Eileen Collins, the first woman to command a space shuttle, and ISS chief scientist Jennifer Buchli and chief deputy scientist Meghan Everett, who, in their words, "-provide the science strategy and make science recommendations for the International Space Station program, and help make sure all of the science on the International Space Station goes smoothly, from preparing for launch to conducting research on the space station with the scientists and astronauts and returning the science to Earth."

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THEYRE LIKE A FAMILY OF DINOSaurs

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happy friday and nothing else !! 🥰🫶

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HIII I wanna say rq I love your works sosososo mf much you are an incredible writer and very talented, I usually don't send asks and Ik u just wrote smth for Pav however.. Would you mayhaps consider a fic of yandere pav x reader? Just a random fic of yandere pav I can't get enough of this loveable bastard and Ik we'll love anything you write I hope u consider it! Please have an amazing day or night and take care!!^^

You didn't specify a preferred gender so I made it a x fem!reader fic. I hope you don't mind!

Warnings: Noncon, Exhibitionism, Public, Fingering, Spit as Lube, Marking, Rough Sex, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Pet Names, Spanking, Groping, Breeding/Impregnation Kink, Unwanted Creampie

"Hey! Girl! Where do you think you're going?!"

You did everything in your power to ignore the Bremen soldier that had been following you for some time now. At first, he was only watching you from afar. Then he followed you from a distance. Then his pace had rapidly picked up and now he was whistling at you and calling after you, trying to get you to stop or turn around or to at the very least have you acknowledge him in some way.

M-Maybe he'll leave you alone if you keep ignoring him...

This place was a madhouse. You had picked up an old wooden plank to defend yourself with, but you had caught sight of the pistol that pig had about his waist. If he really wanted you... You picked up your pace until you were running as fast as your heeled shoes would allow you to go. Your heart pounded in your ears as you heard his pace pick up as well, your breath wringing out of your tightening throat as you suddenly felt him collide with your back. He had wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pinning yours to your side and all but lifting you off the ground as you screamed and violently began kicking and thrashing in all directions.

"Woah-! Woah, woah-! This is the energy I've been begging to see, little girlie!~" His freshly shaven face nuzzled into your neck, the smell of aftershave and alcohol strong on your nose as you cringed and tried to aim a kick in between his legs. Before you could, you were slammed face first into a nearby brick wall.

For a brief second, you think you lost consciousness. There was nothing, then your vison began to speckle through the blackness that invaded your sight. Pain numbly swelled in between your eyes, then lower, as you sniffled pathetically. Your nose was leaking, and when your tongue flicked out against your upper lip, you tasted copper and mucus.

"See? Was it really so hard to just calm down a little...?" The Bremen man cooed in your ear, pulling your now messy hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears. Your fingers twitched, his grip on your wrists tightening threateningly, as though to say 'fuck around again and see what will happen next'. You blinked dumbly and sniffled again, feeling a thumb swipe through the blood trickling down from your nose across your upper lip and one of your cheeks.

"All I wanted was a little love, pretty girl..." He placed a hot, wet kiss against your temple, and you trembled between him and the wall in front of you.

"Would you deny little ole Pav that...?"

Pav voice dropped to a low, husky whisper as his hand dropped from your face. He fingered the side of your skirt, sliding his fingers down the curve of your twitching thigh before hooking underneath it and slowly pulling it up towards your waist.

"N-Nuh-! D-Don't-!" Your words were slurred slightly as you tried to pull your hands free, but Pav twisted your wrists until your knees buckled and you cried out in pain.

It was clear that the more you squirmed and struggled, the more frustrated this 'Pav' became. He cursed under his breath, snarling as he nearly tore your skirt from your body as he shoved his knee in between your legs, wrapping it around one of your own so they were forced apart and you were left unable to close them whatsoever.

"Stop fucking squirming! Fucking tease-!" He growled as he reached around to your crotch and grabbed your pantyhose, ripping a large hole into them and leaving your underwear to be the last barrier between you and the Bremen predator that shoved you flush against the brick wall in front of you.

"S-STOP IT-! H-HELP! MARINA! D-DAAN! SOMEONE-!"

CRACK!

Your head bounced off the wall once again. You blinked stupidly, gasping and groaning as your head throbbed painfully. You still knew what was happening to you. You knew that you were being assaulted, and that it would only escalate from here. You bite your inner cheek and whimper as fingers dig harsh circles into the soft mound under your panties.

"T-There... There, that's it, baby...~" He cooed, voice strained as he panted heavily in your ear. You screwed your eyes shut and squirmed under his touch, stiffening and sobbing under your breath as he slipped his gloved fingers underneath your panties.

"Are you already wet for me, girlie? Do you like the touch of a Bremen 'pig'?" Pav tickled the shell of your ear with his teeth, groaning as he slid two fingers in between your fold.

Pinching your brows together physically hurt, but it was all you could do in order to keep your voice down. It didn't feel good at all... You've never been so disgusted before in your entire life, and that's after everything that's already happened to you in this godsforsaken place. Your hips jerk back as he presses his fingers inside of you. F-Fuck-! It hurts-! Your breath catches in your throat, and you grit your teeth and whimper as he pushes to the knuckle inside of you.

Pav swears under his breath, right against your ear, but you can't hear anything over your pounding heart, straining teeth and the squeaking of leather in between your legs. It hurts-! Tears well in your eyes as it feels like you're about to tear! Harsh circles were rubbed around your clit, causing your hips to jerk uncontrollably against his hand.

"That's a good girl... You take my fingers so well, hmm?~" Pav groaned in your ear as he began to slide his fingers in and out of you with ease. Heat was pooling in your gut, and you shake your head and hand your head as you stifle a moan.

"D-Don't... Don't- MMMM-!!!~" God, you hate how this feels. He has sunk so deep inside of you now... You want him to stop. You need this to stop! It can't go any further! You pulled on your wrists and Pav hooked his fingers fingers into the ceiling of your woman hood, causing your legs to buckle and your ass to grind against his shameless hard on.

"Feel that? That's all for you, little girlie~ It's hard walking through a war zone with something so heavy weighing me down!" Pav laughed crudely in your ear, grinding himself into the cleft of your clothed ass. You panted and whimpered, almost relived that he suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, but immediately becoming panicked as he began fumbled with his belt buckle.

"N-No-! No! S-Stop-!" You grunted as you struggled against him, but no matter how hard you pulled and thrashed, you couldn't break his hold on your wrists. You cried out as Pav roughly slapped you on your partially exposed ass.

SMACK!

"O-OW-! D-Don't hit me! Stop it-!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Tears and bloody snot were streaming down your face as your ass stung with pain and humiliation. Is this really happening to you...? Why does it have to be painful and humiliating...? Your underwear were pulled down to your thighs and you wept as Pav felt you up, groaning into your hair and nuzzling into it as he pulled one of your ass cheeks apart.

"Why must you make things so difficult, hmm? Do you like the pain? Do you like being treated like a bad girl...?" You squeaked and shook your head vigorously as you thought he would spank you or bash your face into the wall again.

"'No'? You are such a silly little girl..." Pav chuckled as he rubbed your bare pussy with the tips of his gloved fingers. He leaned back and spat into the cleft of your ass, an act that made your stomach and throat spasm with fear and revulsion.

"Good girls don't fuck in public streets..." Every muscle in your body clenches as you feel something hard and hot rub in between your legs.

"Only nasty, naughty whores give it out so easily, don't you agree...?~"

Your back arches and you cry out as he slams to the hilt inside of you without warning. FUCK-! H-HURTS-! It hurts-! A pathetic wail leaves your mouth as Pav began to fuck you at a deep, rough pace. The sound of slapping skin echoes through Prehevil's streets and Pav pants and groans into your hair as he grips your hip and wrists tightly.

"F-Fuck- Fuck! So fucking tight, my darling! You feel so good around my cock!" Your eyes are wide as he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so he could sniff and lick at your sweating neck.

"A-AHH-! AHHNN-! AH-! AH-! P-PUH-! -L-LEEEASE-!~"

The pain inside of you was changing against your will. A sudden rush of wetness overcame you, making every thrust of Pav's hips feel good as he hit the same spot over and over again. Your back arched and your head tilted back, a wanton moan leaving your mouth that morphed into a scream as Pav suddenly picked his pace up and sank his teeth into your neck.

N-NO! NO! NO! NO!

Pav grunted with each thrust of his hips. He was hitting that place inside of you, so deep that it made your throat flex and your limbs go weak. A moan left your mouth every time Pav snapped his hips flush with your sore ass, your wrist released and instead an arm looping around your neck as he pulls your back against his chest.

"U-UFF-! Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-! I-It's coming-!" Pav whined as his other hand went to your chest, briefly fondling it over your clothing before ripping your shirt and bra up, exposing you so he could squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. Your hands went to the arm around your neck and you tried to pry yourself free, struggling against pleasure, pain, and a steady lack of oxygen.

You can't get away! You can't get away...! Your eyes fluttered and began to roll into the back of your head as Pav deepened his thrusts and began to falter in his pace.

"-t-take it all-! Carry my child! M-My seed! M-My-! FUCK-!"

YOU CAN'T-! S-STOP IT! S-STOP-!

Something wet spilled into you. Your eyes were wide, mouth gaping as your pussy throbbed and pounded in a way that made your stomach flutter. Pav whimpered and groaned pathetically as his hips snapped in rhythm with his arousal. He ground himself against your ass, huffing as you milked his cock and twitched around him.

"F-Fuck... Did that feel good...? Did you like that?" You didn't answer, sniffling and sobbing as reality began to set in. You briefly tightened around him, and Pav groaned as he began to thrust into you again.

"N-NO-! NO MORE! STOP THIS MADNESS! P-PLEASE-! URK-!"

Pav began to choke you from behind, panting and moaning into your ear as he fucked you from behind.

"Fuck-! You take me so well! Take my seed so well...!" He squeezed one of your breasts as he picks up his pace.

"I knew you would make a good mother, from the moment I first laid eyes on you...!"

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