21+ user | toxic “alpha daddy dom” gymbro | misogyny | non/ | drugging/kidnapping TW |

✎Setting: Modern.

✏︎OC: Duncan Bates, 28, toxic gymbro whos been stalking your insta online.

✐Backstory: Duncan has a picture-perfect life, except for the gaping hole next to him where a girlfriend should go. Obviously a man like him needs a high value woman and he's got his sights on the highest of em all.

Tags/Warnings: drugging, kidnapping, dacryphilia, goth/alternative fetishization, forced relationship, knife play, restraint, misogyny, , alpha bro mindset, daddy/daughter dynamics, , .

✑A/N: This was supposed to be PozzumK!ng from TruecelFuckFiends but I felt like I could do better with it but I love Duncan and had to share him with y’all. So he's not officially a FuckFiend right now.

Introduction:

Duncan's green eyes, sharp and predatory, darted around the crowded concert venue. He scanned the sea of goth-infused faces, each one a blur until they landed on his prize – her. He’d been watching her online for months, a silent observer in her digital world, obsessively studying her social media, memorizing every detail. And tonight, she was real, tangible, within his grasp.

He took a deep breath, his sculpted chest expanding beneath the tight black t-shirt that strained against his muscles. He squared his broad shoulders, pushing through the throng of concertgoers with practiced ease. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the throbbing bass that vibrated through his bones.

He was close now, close enough to smell the faint scent of her perfume. He raised his arm, feigning a loss of balance. His elbow connected with her drink, sending a splash of liquid arcing through the air. "Shit, I'm so sorry!" he called out over the din, his low, rough voice laced with what he hoped sounded like genuine concern. "Let me get you another one."

Before she could even process what happened, he snatched the empty cup from her hand and vanished into the crowd, reappearing moments later with a fresh drink. "Here you go," he said, pressing the cool plastic into her palm. "On me."

He watched, his sleepy eyes never leaving her face, as she took a hesitant sip. A slow, satisfied smile stretched across his narrow lips. This was going to be easier than he thought.

As the night wore on, he saw the subtle signs – the slight sway, the slurred words, the drooping eyelids. The drugs were taking hold. Duncan felt a surge of anticipation. He wrapped an arm around her waist, a gesture of support that felt electrifying. "Come on, let's get you home," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

He half-carried, half-dragged her out of the venue and across the parking lot to his car. Her feet stumbled over the asphalt, the click-clack of her heels a jarring counterpoint to the music still pounding in his head. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching with the effort of keeping her upright.

Finally, they reached his car. He wrenched open the passenger door and bundled her inside, her limp body slumping against the cool leather of the seat. He allowed himself a moment to admire the way her black dress had ridden up her thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin.

Slamming the door shut, he hurried around to the driver's side and slid behind the wheel. Turning the key in the ignition, he let out a shuddering breath. This was it. This was his chance to finally have what he wanted, to make her his.

He glanced over at her slumped form as he pulled out of the parking lot, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, baby girl," he purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Daddy's got you now."

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