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mildly-breathing-mutt · 11 days ago

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yandere house invader x reader.

𝜗𝜚: wound fingering Literally, blood, finger sucking, threat of rape and implied rape, non-consensual touching, masked man, home invasion, No pronouns used but reader is afab, height difference (taller man) , dumbification, degradation, light cannibalism and necrophilia reference. Dead dove do not eat.

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It started with a simple noise, a light click of the door opening but already you were on high alert. Stopping the process of going to bed and going silent, unmoving. You didn’t know if you had imagined the noise and risking it just wasn’t worth it so, silently, you listened.

Light humming, the voice of a man seemingly unbothered broke the silence followed by the sounds of footsteps and the reality truly sets in. You were not alone anymore. Your mind goes haywire, thinking about everything, you could run away or maybe hide and call the cops. After all only one man could be heard, probably a robbery, he’ll take your valuables and leave.

But he doesn’t leave, in fact the footsteps get closer and closer to your room. They do not bother to pick up anything on the way. This wasn’t a robbery and so fear sets in. At your own detriment, you weren’t quick on your feet, you freeze. Staring at the door, immobile, terrified and wordlessly cursing yourself for being so incompetent in this moment.

He just opens the door like it was a common occurrence and look at you. Wearing a ski mask you couldn’t see his expression, only his eyes but you could feel in his gaze the amusement he had seeing you like this. You stare back at him like a deer in headlights. He felt imposing, too tall, too large but you couldn’t know if it was fear speaking.

“You make it too easy” He spoke with a scoff of disdain before chuckling slightly to himself. “I’m starting to doubt you’ll even fight me off”

His voice resonate in your head, processing his words and the underlying threat. As he gets closer and hunch down to be face to face with you, you snap back to reality and back away. Looking around frantically for an escape but the door wasn’t an option anymore and you weren’t delusional enough to believe you could ever overpower him.

And again he simply scoff in disdain. “You’re not the smartest huh?” In a swift move he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the bed. The movement comes to him way to easily, you can’t even begin to fight it off as you fall on your back onto the mattress. He got up onto it too, pinning you down.

“Not gonna scream?” You didn’t, you couldn’t even muster up a single peep, frozen in fear which made him sigh, twilight a lock of you hair with his finger. “Well that’s okay, I can make you. I do like a challenge”

When he pulls out a knife you don’t scream but your eyes do widen in fear, you didn’t want to die, not like this but he didn’t use it to cut you, simply your pyjamas shirt and he felt quite glad you weren’t the type to wear a bra. Simply uttering a small “Cute” before stabbing you on the side of the waist and just like he said, you screamed out in pain.

“See that’s how i wanted to see you, isn’t this much sweeter?” You’re breathless, in pain and panicked as he cut off your pants too, leaving you in underwear as he spread your legs and the possibility of what would happen scares you just as much as death.

“Please don’t hurt me anymore” You cried out, and he pressed a finger against your lips. “Finally speaking but you use your mouth to say such pointless things. From now on you only speak when i ask you okay? Otherwise the knife is going right there” He pressed the blade against your right breast, just above your heart and you nodded frantically which gained a chuckle from your assaulter. “Now where do you want my finger, here” He said pressing two digits against ur clothed cunt.

“or here” the two same digits resting on the wound he just created and you felt your heart taking a stop. “First- first option” You spoke, tears falling down your face. “Hm? I want you to say it properly now. Where” His voice was teasing, like it was all a game and it made you sick to your stomach but helplessly and ignoring the urge to throw up while muttering it.

“My pussy”

“Ask nicer, don’t be a demanding whore, no man like that” He replied, staring you down with a look you couldn’t read anymore, you couldn’t see his face you had no clue who he was, a stranger, a stalker or the possibility you didn’t want to consider that he was someone you already knew. All you did was do as ask.

“Please, I want you to finger my pussy” And he laughed, a lot. “God that’s so gross, begging someone to finger you like that do you have no self-respect?” As if he didn’t force me to, you wanted to answer but you weren’t stupid enough to provoke him. “Well you did ask nicely so i’ll consider it…after”

He took his knife and plunged it into the same wound he had created before and once again you screamed in pain. “Gotta stretch you out so it’s not too tight right?” He said as if he was holding back laughter again before shoving a finger inside the wound. It was painful, too painful your breathing stopped for a moment and your body finally reacted as you tried to kick him off. Eyes clenched shut and you whined and scream but he didn’t budge, focused on what he was doing. He shoved a second one inside, twisting them around and scissoring it like you would a cunt.

“Stop, stop, please stop” You cried out, desperately trying to get the pain to stop. You felt like you were going to faint at any moment, panic kept you from breathing correctly and he noticed. Pulling out his finger with a deep sigh and pushing both of his finger against your lips. “Got me dirty” You put them in your mouth right away, you wouldn’t risk feeling pain like that again no matter what it was you’d need to do to avoid it. The copper taste of blood filled your mouth but you still didn’t take them out. “You’re so cute just now, you really liked it huh?” He took his hand away while still talking. “I would’ve liked to taste you myself but you know, mask in the way”

You looked at the wound, it was deep if he could put two fingers in, and it was bleeding like crazy your bedsheets a good testament to that. He noticed your gaze and looked there too. “You’re bleeding a lot, do i still have time to fuck you or will you be dead by the time i cum you think?” He asked, you shivered at the thought.

He hummed as you didn’t reply, playing with your folds with his hand but never pushing inside you. Simply saying

“Let’s try and see okay?”

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mildly-breathing-mutt · 2 months ago

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Yandere artist x reader

𝜗𝜚: Yandere, body mutilation, amputation, light objectification, non consensual touching, non consensual kissing, manipulation, voyeurism, heavy body worship. Gender neutral reader.

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Beautiful, he just always thought you were beautiful. From the first time he glanced at you at the shitty art class he didn’t want to be in or now when you were standing upright trembling. He had to hold you or you’d fall but he didn’t mind.

He liked that you’d need him, he wished you’d need him even more than you did now. After all he knew he needed you from the first time you two talked, when you complimented his work without much thought, politely asking for advice on how to improve from your more advanced classmate.

He knew it meant nothing to you, a fleeting mundane moment. But it meant everything to him and he thanks whatever god is above that he didn’t put you off with his newfound intensity. Giving you beginner advice on how to ameliorate your painting and enjoying your wide eyed stare as you listened to him like he was all knowing.

Now standing there with the same wide eyed stare and your lower lips trembling you looked even more beautiful then you did then. Admiring your nude form wasn’t new to him but every time he felt rejuvenated. Your hands against his chest for support, your gaze averting his every few seconds but always looking back. In this moment you must’ve truly felt small, shivering like a mess but he excepted as much. His studio was cold and he promised you mentally next time he’ll work with you in the comfort of his own room. It’s not like he wished for your displeasure, he was a good man.

He never had forced you to come home with him, you had willingly done so, who wouldn’t be enthralled by the idea of such a talented painter being interested in you, who wouldn’t wish to be his muse. It was nothing but a certainty you’d accept when he offered to paint you. You wanted this just like he did, he knew that no matter how much you had told him otherwise.

“You can sit now” He spoke, his tone was sweet like it always was, it never changed no matter what he did to you, never loud, never harsh.

And like a mindless doll you did so, sitting on the comfortable couch with his help as he lowered you down. You muttered a thank you that you didn’t mean and he smiled pleased.

“I should get back to work” He spoke again but this time more to him than you, looking back at the unfinished painting behind him. Like he had to convince himself to stop gazing at you, but instead of listening to his own advice he sat next to you, finger brushing your hair away from your face.

“Does it still hurt?” And you simply nodded which almost made him feel bad, almost. It had only been a few days, it’ll pass.

“You know i had to right?” And this time you didn’t nod but neither did you argue against it and for him this was a good sign so he once again smiled pleased. He turned your body to face him, every single one of his movements soft like you were fragile porcelaine that could break if he got slightly rougher. Making sure you weren’t harmed even more as he laid you down on your back in front of him.

Even when you fought back he stayed soft with you only using enough force to overpower you, even when he’d cause your great harm he wouldn’t be rough. With the way you looked at him he knew this had you all confused and he couldn’t be happier about it.

You looked up at him as he lays over you, he pressed his lips against yours slowly like he savored every second. You didn’t reciprocate but you didn’t fight. This quiet compliance felt perfect, you looked like such a soft little thing that way, this truly was how you were made to be, made for him. He could just take you like this, how he wanted it and when he wanted it, how it should be.

When he pulled away, you still looked up at him with the same scared wide eyes. He wondered what went through your mind. Did you still want to fight him off? Did his touch just repulsed you as much as it did then?

He quickly pushed away the thoughts, it’s not like it mattered in the end. You couldn’t fight him off anymore, you couldn’t try. He took away that possibility when he took away your leg he had made sure of it.

You just were just much better that way, helpless and dependent on him. He had perfected you just like he did everything else, he truly was an artist and you were his best creation.

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