#The Stranger

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The Stranger

[wwwjam]

Justice for Doomer Princess. She deserved her own route. Or at least a hug.

[robert-smirke-official]

Basira Hussain Not!Sasha

Daisy Tonner Julia Montauk

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[macrolit]

Wendy's has a dark soul.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Chris shoves your hands out of the way. You whimper and let them fall to your sides, bunching against the mattress. He grabs your tits and pushes them together. He groans and steps closer. He bends his knees and purrs as he angles his tip beneath your chest. 

He keeps your tits together as he urges his dick between them. You whimper and turn your face away as he nearly pokes your chin. He growls. 

“I said look at me,” he commands. 

You wince but obey. You look up at him, eyes still wet but no tears falling. He shudders out a deep breath as he rocks his hips, fucking between your tits. His gaze falls to the lewd act as the sensation of his flesh against yours makes your shiver. 

He bites his lip as he continues his rhythm. He sighs as he takes long strokes, quaking each time he retracts. “Mm, you’re so warm, sugar.” His eyes flick back up to yours, irises roiling, “you’re a good girl, aren’t ya?” 

You snivel and flutter your lashes, “yes... sir.” 

“Mmhm, you wanna be good for me?” 

“Yes, sir,” you gulp. You just want it to be over. 

“Alright, sugar, then you’re gonna listen to me, alright?” 

“Yes,” your voice evaporates. 

“Mm,” he squeezes your tits then slides out from between them. He bends to kiss each pebbled nipple then craws back. He strokes himself lazily. “Good girl.” 

He drags his hand off his length and flinches. He peels of hiss shirt and you choke on a gasp. His torso is thick with muscle, hair across his chest, some trailing down to his open jeans. Your lip trembles as you stare at his face. He shoves his pants to his feet, wiggle free of his boots as he leaves them in a heap with his boxers. 

“Look at you, sitting there, so... obedient,” he praises as he quickly sheds his socks. 

He comes closer and you quiver. He rests his large hands on your shoulders and runs them down your arms. Your skin speckles in hard bumps. You curl into yourself, shaking in fear. 

“Lay back,” he growls. 

You hesitate then slowly do as he tells you. Your elbows touch the bed first then you lower onto your back completely. He grabs the top of your pants and flicks open the button and zipper. His fingers curl into your waistband and under the elastic of your panties. 

“Lift,” he snarls. 

You raise your hips and he guides your pants down your thighs and past your knees. He pulls them to your ankles and free your feet. You lose a single flat as he does. 

He bows to kiss your thigh. You wince and swat down at his head in surprise. He catches your hand and presses it to the back of his head. You whimper. 

“Sir?” You whine. 

“Shh, baby, you’re gonna be good,” he speaks against your thigh. “So you open up and give your man a taste.” 

You tense and dig your nails into the blankets. He rubs the sides of your thighs and slowly trails his fingers inward towards the inner crease. Your twitch. 

“I’m not ready, sir--” 

“You’re ready,” he pushes his thumbs into your tender flesh. You yelp and he pries your legs apart. “Mmm, yes, I see you glistening, sugar--” 

“What?” You squeal in embarrassment and try to hide your cunt. 

“All for me,” his hot breath scalds along your lips. “Isn’t it?” 

“Sir--” You choke as swipes his tongue up your folds, a quickly, cool, flick. Your hips buck and he pushes his tongue between your lips again, this time slowly, savouring as he plunges into your warmth, tasting it with a hum. 

He pulls back and smacks his lips, “mm, yeah, you are ready, sugar. Sweet and all.” 

He braces your thighs, kneading them, and slowly stands straight. He lets you go and snaps his fingers. 

“Get up,” he orders. 

You blink at him then move cautiously. You’re still tingling. You get onto your knees and edge towards the edge. 

He drops onto the bed and lays on his back. He pushes the pillows away from his head and tuts, “uh uh, baby, you get over here.” 

You stop and stare at him. He brushes his hand over his mouth, bristling his facial hair as he wets his lips. You shudder at the lurid gesture. 

“Come here,” he slaps his chest. “Sit on me.” 

“Huh?” You eke out. 

“You heard me.” 

Your chest tightens and your stomach swirls. You don’t have a choice. Still, your body feels as if it’s filled with cement. You move on your knees, stiff but hollow. He reaches for your as you get closer. His hand tickles your hip as you put a hand next to his head. 

He nudges you up. You move your knee in place of your hand and grip the head board. He helps you straddle above his face. You clench and reach down to shield your cunt. He growls. 

“No more hiding,” he wrenches your hand away. 

He grabs your hips and forces you down. He buries his face between your legs and you squeals. His tongue pushes into your heat as you lean on the headboard and tremble. His hands move down, hooking over your thighs as he holds you down. 

He wiggles his hand and growls as he laps your up. He’s shameless as his tongue makes sloppy noises against your cunt. He drags his tongue up then flick along your clit. You spasm and he circles his lips around your tender bud. 

He trails one hand up to your lower back, just behind your hip. He pushes until you tilt then urges you back. You follow the slow motion, unsteady as you quake over him. His tongue sends sparks through you, the heat nestling in your core. 

He hums and it flows through you. You creak out a wispy whine and clasp onto his short tuft of hair. You rock your hips without thinking. His fingertips sink deeper into your thighs. 

Your breath sticks in your throat, you push it out in short spurts, tension twisting and twisting. Your eyes roll into your skull and you hang your head back. Your nails graze his scalp and he purrs again, sucking on your clit as the pressure capsize. 

Your hips buck wildly as he pushes you over the edge. Your stomach knots up and your thighs draw taut. You feel the pleasure slake onto him, soaking his lips and cheeks as he drinks you in. He coaxes you through with his tongue. 

You spasm and moan, shaking until still and breathless. He turns his head and kisses your thighs with his wet lips, “mm, you taste good, sugar...” he nips at your flesh. “Bet you feel even better.” 

[someone-very-shy12]

I saw this on pintererest and had me rolling, looks like this number will come handy.

[yourfaveisanavatar]

mr nobody from scp is an avatar of the stranger

mr nobody from scp foundation is an avatar of the stranger!

[entities-of-posts]

An old friend in contact with gifted me a bottle of fountain pen ink a year ago. Researched it today out of curiosity and it turns out the colorway is called "Clown Tears". Have I run afoul of the Stranger? It's a bright, blood-like red.

You should try and see what kind of effects you can get out of sketching the creepiest circus scribbles you can muster with it! Nothing bad could happen. Think of the science.

[pisscentral]

haven’t posted any art in a bit sooo

FEAR WHEEL

(btw yes the dice is purposefully all snake eyes, just clarifying)

[shart-factory]

in my van. straight up "breekon it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. My Hope

[msanonships]

Qimir, the dark romantic lead™️ looking at Osha

[glindauplland]

Your anger betrays your thoughts.

THE ACOLYTE | 1.06: TEACH/CORRUPT

[rosetintmyworld84]

People watching the Acolyte

[pocket-goose]

tma avatars as this alignment chart

[rotflea]