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♡ - Hands on Education (Ash & Darcy) (R21+) ♡ - For @fraternum-momentum (hope you have fun with this one mel ♡) Warnings: torture, sexual torture, mentions of dissection, somnophillia, sexual assault, drugging, paralysis, misuse of medical equipment, etc.

You shouldn’t be awake right now. Darcy will be the first to notice you, even before you notice you’re awake yourself, “Shit, Ash - She woke up already," He would call out to the other person in the room.

From where you laid on the unclean hospital stretcher, you can make out that the room was cramped - undeniably so. Especially with how Darcy’s almost hulking figure seems to be covering a large part of the room on your right side. To keep you steady, the larger man would reach down to keep one side of your arm pressed down onto the bed. 

It was a bit of a precaution really. These two already know that you can’t possibly make a break for it at this point. Despite being awake, your head should still be throbbing with pain and your body wracked with exhaustion and not to mention - the only exit in this room is the door right in front of you, where you lie in your hospital stretcher. Blocked by an equally massive, if not taller figure. 

“She’s awake?” The one blocking the exit would say, his visage obscured by the limited reach of the dim lights of the cramped room. It wasn’t until that he walks closer to the stretcher, that ‘Ash’ appearance would finally be visible to you. He was a contrast to his brother, mostly in his eyes - where his’ is a shining white-gray color whereas Darcy is a deep black color. 

“Yeah, what do we now? Should we do it while she’s awake?” Darcy would ask while keeping a steady hand on you. Ash would only roll his eyes in exaggerated exasperation at his brother’s antics. “You’re so fucking vanilla, Darce. Of course not, where’s the fun in her being awake?” 

Out of your sight, you wouldn’t be able to turn your head to see what Ash was reaching for. But there was some clatter of … something against a metal surface. Perhaps he was trying to get an equipment of sorts? Whatever it was, the sound was enough to sting back some clarity in your head and force to you to move. 

You won’t stay alive if you keep still there.

Unfortunately, this revelation came a bit too late to you, as in a matter of seconds, Ash was already at your other side, forcing your bobbing head back onto the mattress, his face now so dangerously close to yours, you can smell the remnants of cigarettes on his breath. “Hm, well I can see there is a bit of fun in her scared little face. Gosh, you’re really fucking pathetic looking, probably would look even more so when you’re choking on one of our cocks while getting your neck sliced open.” 

Your heart stills in your chest and fear descends into your gut. 

“But that’s not what I want to do,” All you can tell now was that Ash’s lips were close to your face now, you don’t see where Darcy has gone as all your focus is on the scarred lips that have now pressed against the side of your face, his hand forcibly tilting your face to look the other way so he can whisper into your ear, “We’re going to have fun puppy, and we’re going to do something I always wanted to try, alright? My baby brother might want to play with you a bit more when you’re awake though, so try to not die after we play, understood?” 

He would pull away, but he won’t re-position your head back to where it was resting. Instead, you will feel a sharp sting into your neck as something was injected into you. “Shh…. You’ll be asleep for most of the time. So don’t complain about it too much, yeah?” 

Unfortunately, the drug wasn’t an anesthetic but a paralysis drug. Which means you are aware of everything and anything happening to you. 

In your state, you can hear the two of them speak, but there was nothing you can do. 

You accept your fate.

“You know, Darce. We’ve missed on so many things together… how many years has it been, brother? Remind me again.” 

“…. Five, I believe…. Perhaps even seven, if we count the two years where I’ve located you but I wasn’t able to meet with you-.” 

Ash didn’t wait for Darcy to finish, already going on with his monologue. You hear a lot of shuffling in the room as the two men moved around the room. “Seven fuckin’ years, Darce. Seven. And just like that I missed out on all the things I should’ve taught you as an older brother.” 

“Ash, listen - where the hell are you going about this-,” “Let me finish, baby brother.” Ash’s voice was steady and sound. It commanded everyone’s attention. 

“To make it up to you, I’ve decided, why not catch up on everything now? Come here, you can be her first and while we’re at it.” There was rustling, like clothes falling to the floor and the weight of someone else climbing onto the stretcher.

It was unclear if it was Darcy and Ash at this point, but - then - you felt it, the cold hiss of a knife grazing against the skin of your pelvis as your clothes were brushed aside to expose your body to the two. “I’m going to be a good big brother and show you how to properly pleasure a woman’s body. We’ll even get a live demonstration when I cut her open and we can see how her body responds to getting raped in her sleep.”

There was a pause as the knife was repositioned on your pelvis. 

“This should be a good place to cut, right?”

There's no saving you.

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if you support tr**p unfollow me. "oh i am not interested in politics" is ignorant because everything we do revolves around the political state of the world. "it's not that deep" brother, people are dying. they're being stripped off their rights. they're being threatened and silenced in the name of democracy, promise for a better world and peace. peace is not waving your flag on the ground that is soaked in the blood of innocents that you killed. peace is not suppressing minorities. peace is definitely not bombing countries to portray power. your political views and awareness does impact the future of this world. you might not choose to interact with "politics" but politics is always impacting you. wake up and speak up before it's too late.

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I’m you BIGGEST FAN

WHY TF DO YOU HAVE THAT PRINTED WHAT ??????????????????????

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Without wasting any time! We have a new character poll!!

Since I hadn't posted in a while I decided it's time we refresh things a little. As you guys know I've been wanting to add a new member to our cast for a while now and I thought it'd be a great idea to bring along a new yandere with me

Here are our options!

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𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓁ℯ𝒹

♡ yandere football player x fem reader ♡ Every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be him, and to everyone around the world he was considered the embodiment of perfection. But there's more to what meets the eye, and you're one of the only people who know that very well. ♡ word count: 1.9k words ♡ warnings: yandere/obsessive behaviour, dependency, toxic relationship, kidnapping, attempted drugging, very brief and implied self-harm, nsfw (non-con)

His team had won yet again.

Critics weren't just analysing the performance itself but one particular figure that always made his presence known; whether it was deliberate or natural.

Looks, money, charisma, talent; what characteristic didn't the renowned football star possess?

Blake's motivator was his love for things that kept him on his toes and sent a rush of excitement through his veins.

The constant chanting of his name from the crowds was like music to his ears. He waved and shot them a pretty smile adorned with dimples that would surely make magazine covers.

Cameras zoomed in on each of the team players as they walked out of the field. Pushing the hair out of his eyes, he stared into the camera.

The world out there didn't know that it was reserved for one particular person, and they knew who they were.

A message.

I know you're watching.

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"And how do you feel about today's performance?" The lady smiled almost too brightly, holding the microphone up towards him.

"I think we gave it our all today and I couldn't have done without my team," he enthusiastically recited as if he hadn't been practising with his manager for the perfect PR response to the questions. Blake was a natural in front of the camera — he threw in some jokes and made sure to flash those pearly whites every now and then.

The interviewer chuckled, "Oh please, don't be so modest. You were amazing out there, Blake. Give yourself some credit, will ya?"

A few more minutes passed with them going back and forth before he was finally asked million dollar question:

"so, we're all dying to know, any relationship updates we should be aware of?"

For a split second, his flawless facade cracked and his smile faltered, his jaw ticking with something unpleasant. Then, almost as if nothing happened, his expression turned carefully neutral and he maintained a polite smile, "my personal life is just that, personal."

Translation: i'm not answering that. In any other situation, he'd have no problem saying it directly, but he'd rather not listen to his agent talking his ear off about it later.

But the woman obviously did not pick up on the implication and if she did, she didn't mention it. Instead, she leaned in and brushed her hand against his bicep at an attempt of subtle flirting, "Oh, come on. You're one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Surely there's someone special in your life?"

He feigned embarrassment rather than expressing his anger and scratched the back of his head, "you're really putting me on the spot here." He paused, then added, "i'm just focused on my career at the moment. And as they say, good things come to those who wait, right?"

His answer shut the interviewer down and the last line did have some truth to it. Patience is a virtue.

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Pushing the bathroom door open, his hands gripped one of the sinks and he took a moment to calm his nerves.

They don't know. They don't know. It's okay.

His gaze dropped to the scar marring his otherwise perfect skin in the mirror, right under his bottom lip. Yet, instead of frustration like his manager had expressed with utter disappointment, warmth he was all too familiar with fluttered in his chest.

This was no burden, but a gift from his favourite little songbird after one of her many tantrums of be let out of the golden cage. Though it is a hassle to calm her back down, he did cherish the mark imprinted on his skin.

Blake tutted, eyes narrowing as he scrutinised it further. It was fading; he'll need to fix that up soon enough.

He shrugged on a jacket and drove home in his sleek car, ready to finally relax. The day drained him of all his energy.

Or perhaps it didn't, because when he reached his home, all of the anger bubbled up to the surface. Patience was not a virtue, because his had reached its limit because of a certain dove.

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Tonight was the night.

The night where you would finally be free of the shackles that bound you to that horrible, horrible man.

Blake.

To his fans and the world, he's a passionate and talented athlete. To you? He's a monster. One that stripped you off everything you've known, one that kept you for his selfish desires, one that held a warped version of 'love' in his heart.

You wanted to flee. Not even tell the police, just run far, far away where he couldn't reach you, where you would be your own person and not some pretty ornament he'd come home to admire every day.

Sanity hanging by a thread, you slipped down the marble stairs in just your socks and cute pajamas. Any captive should have injuries and tattered clothes. Except, your captor wasn't normal. And while you didn't have any physical injuries, you were still hurt.

You were supposed to be asleep, if everything went according to his plan (which usually did). The opportunity was too good to pass up; he was leaving for a match for hours. When he had given you the pill with a fond smile, you returned it and made an act of swallowing, all while keeping it under your tongue. The doors were locked due to his paranoia so you couldn't escape through there. Not to mention your hands and feet were tied, so you spent time on those too.

Finally, the makeshift rope was ready. Hours of twisting bedsheets together finally paid off and now you were ready.

One look out the window and you were already nauseous. It was such a high drop and you weren't willing to die, not yet at least. The rope tumbled down till it nearly reached the bottom, only a few feet off the garden grounds.

In and out. Nothing is going to happen.

Wrapping your limbs around the clothing, your hands clenched around it. Your eyes closed and you let yourself slide. Breathing fresh air felt true bliss, like this was your first time.

When you reached the bottom, your knees trembled with the gravity of what's going on. The closest thing you let out to a relieved sigh was a choked sound out of your throat.

You were free. You. Were. Free.

No more punishments, no more suffering, no more of his constricting love, no more-

maniacal laughter rings through the air sharply, making you halt. No.

You'd recognise it anywhere, even if you didn't want to.

"Wow, I leave for a few hours and come back to this?" He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye in amusement, though you caught a vein in his forehead throbbing. "You surprise me every time, baby. Though I gotta admit i'm a little...hurt."

Your heart stopped and you took a step back, whipping around to face him. Such beauty he had, but so undeserving of it. Your nails had dug blood out of your palms, making them dully ache however not as deep as his confessions of 'love' would pierce your heart.

He didn't have nothing in that chest but rotting flesh.

"Now, now, none of that." He grinned as he followed your steps with his longer, stronger legs and you could only pray that he showed mercy. "You really didn't think you'd get away, did you? You truly do underestimate the lengths I'd go for you.

I give you the most beautiful home, the finest foods — my love. And this is how you repay? By running away from me? From us?"

His voice progressively got louder with each word. You really pushed him to the limits.

"I-I'm sorry-"

Cutting you off, large hands shaky with barely concealed raged cluched either sides of your head, "shh, I know you are. But sorry isn't enough anymore."

It wasn't a normal, torturous kind of punishment — no, you wished it was. You wondered if falling from the window was a better fate than this.

His voice softened at your sniffles, almost as if he was comforting you, shielding from a danger that nothing seemed to poise but him. "Hey, hey, don't cry. C'mon, my dove. If you're good, I won't go too hard on you."

Cries spilled past your lips, begging him that you were sorry and that you weren't going to do it again.

And really, you were never going to. Not after what he did to you afterwards.

You were reduced to a small ball to shivers and hiccups underneath Blake on the soft, fluid-stained sheets. The pink sleepwear was discarded on the floor. Equally bare, his muscles from all the training were on display. He was now beaming affectionately as he watched your tuckered out expression.

This wasn't the first time you've been violated, obviously. But this time it felt worse, like the pain of reality came crashing down on you like a tsunami ten times harder than before. It didn't help that he kept on whispering sweet threats in your ear.

He had branded your skin roughly and taken you, only to cradle you gently with a lover's touch. The drug he had injected you with made you a willing participant in his game, made you ache with desire for the one being you wanted to hate.

You slurred like a broken record, unsure of what was even going on anymore, "m'sorry, I didn't mean to...hic"

"It's okay, it's okay" he sang softly, brushing your sweaty hair out of your eyes, "y'know punishing you hurts me more than it does you, but I had to do this, you were trying to leave me, sweet thing."

A small, hidden part of you still wanted to fight for your freedom, to save yourself.

"you're so silly, thinking anyone would believe you if you ran away." He cooed, peppering loving kisses all over your face.

You closed your eyes and weakly whimpered. They would believe you, they would. Wouldn't they?

"Sometimes, the thoughts become too much for that pretty little head, don't they? You can't possible take all of it at once. But that's why i'm here. To protect you from every bad thing in the world."

His hand cupped your cheek as he tilted his head down, pressing his lips against your forehead, "I'll give you the world. Just — promise not to leave me again"

The sentences tumbling out his mouth just made you feel even more horrible.

You were broken. You had tried to convince yourself otherwise, but it was all in vain. He had shattered you into pieces and rebuilt you to fit his preferences. If you looked into the mirror right now, you don't think you would recognise yourself.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you weren't cut out for the world, maybe there were dangerous things out to get you, maybe safety was in his arms.

"Rest, i'll take care of you"

You let your eyes droop shut. Yeah, that sounded about right. He'll take care of you.

Once you finally nestled against the comfort of his chest with tiny snores, was he finally able to celebrate another accomplishment. He can't remember the last time he didn't have something he wanted, even if his beautiful dove was putting up a fight against him.

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Copyright © 2025 urprettylildoe. All rights reserved.

Yours truly,

@urprettylildoe

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Okay, here’s the official birthday post!!

Hi I’m Bunni, I’m turning 24 today and I’m very happy to have such great friends and family! My tumblr followers, kofi supporters, and patrons have made my life so much better, and helped support me in times when I really needed it.

I got to visit my best friend this weekend, and didn’t have to worry too much about not writing, because you’re all so patient and kind.

I’m hoping today can be fun and I can have many more birthdays just like it!

Today I wanna eat cake, spend time with my family, and rest as much as possible!

If you’d like some birthday themed stories, I wouldn’t mind writing a few little ones today, so send me an ask!

Note necessary at all, but if you’d like to send me a gift, you can send me a kofi!

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Imagine being sick and finding an old family recipe for a chicken soup but the second you add the last ingredients to the pot it starts to billow smoke and the next thing you know there's a seven foot tall demon standing in your kitchen offering to kill your ex. And when you tell them no, they offer to fuck you instead.

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demons fall for an innocent farm girl .ᐟ

You didn’t mean to charm a demon. Let alone a pack of them.

You were just a farm girl. Wake with the dawn, fetch the eggs, feed the goats, sweat in the field ‘til your hands were raw. You weren’t a mage. Weren’t cursed. You’d never stepped foot in a temple or pissed on some ancient ruin. You just smiled too much. You laughed at things that shouldn’t be funny. You had hay in your hair and freckles on your cheeks and the softness of someone who didn’t know better than to look a devil in the eyes and giggle.

They’d started showing up at night.

At first, you thought it was shadows. A cold wind. A feeling under your skin that made you tug the blankets tighter. Then it was whispers—deep and velvet-thick, crawling through the cracks of your dreams.

“Sweet thing…” “Soft little body, all alone…” “We’ll take such good care of you…”

You’d wake wet. Ache in your belly. Clutching your pillow, thighs sticky with the kind of dream you were too embarrassed to even think about once the sun rose.

The worst part? You thought it was just you.

Too many nights alone. Not enough good men in town. Your imagination running wild. You’d laugh it off in the morning, red in the face, hauling water from the well like it hadn’t felt real—like you hadn’t heard teeth at your throat and claws on your hips and voices growling your name in unison.

Then you started seeing them.

Always on the edge of the woods. Always when you were alone. Not full form—just flashes. Long horns. Smoke-thick eyes. Black claws curling around tree bark. And the heat.

Gods, the heat.

You’d feel it first. Out of nowhere. Mid-chore, bent over the trough, skirt damp with well water, and suddenly your skin would flush hot and tight, like something had licked up the back of your thighs.

Then you'd turn—and nothing. Just trees. Just wind.

One time, you laughed aloud. “Y’all’re just makin’ fun of me,” you said to the shadows, cheeks red as apples. “Silly little dreams, that’s all.”

You didn’t see the way the trees twitched. How the air thickened. How claws curled deeper into the dirt in restraint.

But you heard the laugh.

Low. Deep. Shuddering. Right behind your ear.

That night, they didn’t let you sleep.

You laid in bed, eyes fluttering shut—and fell. Not into dreams, but into a place beneath them.

A world thick with smoke and velvet. A bed not yours—massive, draped in dark silk, soaked with warmth. And they were there.

All of them.

Three at least. Maybe more. Hard to count with their hands everywhere.

One kissed your neck, tongue dragging slowly up to your jaw as another knelt between your thighs, spreading them with claws so sharp they tore your nightgown like paper. The third one stroked your cheek with fingers that felt too hot for flesh.

They didn’t ask.

They didn’t need to.

Your dream-body was already writhing, already soaked, gasping into the dark as one thick cock pressed against your cunt, hot and leaking, while another brushed your lips, wetting them before sliding in slow.

They took turns.

Fucking you deep, slow, wet—growling praise into your ear, clawing at your hips, choking you just enough to make you moan louder.

“You don’t even know, do you?” one murmured, balls slapping wetly against your ass. “You’re ours. You always were.” “You’ll see. We’ll drag you under. Make you a queen. Breed you full ‘til you’re heavy with demonspawn and smiling.”

And god, it felt so good.

Too good.

You came over and over, body lifted and tossed like a toy between them. One knotted you—deep, pulsing, locked so tight your stomach swelled from the heat of his cum. Another came on your belly, licking it off with a pointed tongue. Another filled your throat ‘til your eyes rolled back.

When you woke?

Sunlight. Birds.

You were in your bed. Your nightgown—torn. Thighs sore. Pussy leaking. You sat up, dazed and aching, blinking at the dust in the air.

“…That was some dream,” you mumbled, face hot.

You didn’t see the claw mark burned into the wood above your headboard.

You didn’t hear the whisper that slipped beneath your door, soft as breath:

“Soon, sweet thing. We’re coming back.”

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I just killed 87 women #misogynist

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Phainon would be in love with all your insecurities just so you know

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Orv Pocketwatch debut soon!

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*cools ur dashboard down*

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Made this shitpost cuz they're both groups of three girls(?)

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You've been the (un)willing host of a time-traveling knight who somehow ended up in your modern times. Since the fateful encounter he's become rather possessive of your company, yet today seems to be especially bad.

You eye the straw doll with increasing suspicion. As you make your way to the bedroom, you notice the discarded, crumpled scrolls littering the floor. You can't decipher the old writing.

"What's the meaning of this," you demand, stomping towards the massive, armored man.

"I have drafted a will," he confesses theatrically. "My time here is scarce."

"You don't even own anything here. Have you found a way to return?" your voice has a tint of hope to it; could it be that you'll soon have your peace back?

Oh, sweet, innocent (Y/N)! His door only leads to the cruel afterlife. He's been feverish all night, and his throat tightens with each whisper. He's all too familiar with the signs: a deadly disease. Worry not, he'll be departing with a clean conscience. He glances at the clumsily improvised doll - a curse he's learned from an old hag many years ago - and smiles faintly. No other man or woman will ever dare to yearn for you.

He jolts at the unexpected touch of your hand, resting against his hot forehead.

"Ah, you probably have a cold. I'll get you some decongestant from the pharmacy."

Huh?

"Wait, did you...did you think you're dying?"

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I had a lot of fun with this! It gave me the chance to study the art of some of the artists I admire...and also it's kind of fun to see the variety of stuff I read