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[ratmonky]

i know the last time you wrote about an aot fic was like 3 years ago (i think?) but i wanted to know if youve ever thought about writing another

i did and still do but i think i used up all of my creativity so ideas don't come that easy to me anymore

i made a lovely friend through untamed dog fic and my god she was fueling me with so many ideas that I wrote the second part for that fic but never really managed to actually finish it so I just left it in my drafts T^T (love and miss you lisa)

i really want to get back into aot again but god... i need to find or get inspired so please just send your ideas whenever you want hehe i'm always in need of new ideas and headcanons

[ratmonky]

In Ciggerates Burn (Your Junpei Fanfic) is the reader still kidnapped or does she choose to be with Junpei. I'm really sorry if that sounded rude as English is not my first language. I love your writing alot ❤️

aww don’t apologize sweets and thank you 💜

it’s completely up to you! she may be still a prisoner, handcuffed to junpei 24/7 or she developed a stockholm syndrome that made her stay?? she could have even developed feelings for the poor guy because oh he was just bullied and he had no choice but to hurt her to get revenge…

[ratmonky]

pspspspsspp monky pls talk about shigaraki cock tysm <3

There’s a knock at the door. At first, you think it’s just your imagination because you’re not expecting anyone and it’s late but then you hear it correctly. There is a knock on the door, it’s much closer, but it’s not coming from the outside door. It’s your bedroom door.

Whoever’s behind the door doesn’t ask for entry and opens the door, the knocks must have been a warning that you didn’t take seriously. 

There stands a figure just behind the door, you can see that it is a man, clothes covered in blood and he is out of breath. Nothing is behind the eye that peeks from the mask. It’s suddenly cold in your room, you pull the towel around your body tighter but it doesn’t stop your shivering. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you watch the man take a step forward and into your room. 

The fear of the situation starts to feel real as you see the man in your room, under your bedroom light. It is a face you have seen in the news, someone you never thought you’d meet. 

Tomura Shigaraki stands in your room, covered in blood and ready to use yours to paint himself. He closes the door so gently behind himself that you question if this is real. He mumbles to himself as he abruptly approaches you with his hand ready to grab your face. You stumble back and fall on your bed but manage to grab the hand that was about to end your life by the wrist, you beg for your life. You don’t care if he needs to hide from the police or the heroes, you beg for your life with tears in your eyes. 

He uses his free hand to grab you by the neck and for a moment you think you’re decaying but he speaks as he climbs on top of you, “Be quiet.” His grip is tight enough to cut the circulation for you. 

You nod, sniffling and whimpering quietly.

He pulls his wrist free from your grip and pulls your towel down as you jolt from the sudden movement. You see his eye stare down at your exposed tits with an emotion you can’t tell and when he gropes your chest, you stay quiet as he breathes heavily. He’s whispering things that you can’t make out and rubbing himself on you. 

You think it’s just your rotten luck, you look at the ceiling above you to distance yourself from what’s happening but he makes sure to keep your attention on him. His hand around your neck pulls you up to his covered face, you stare at the eye between the fingers of a disembodied hand. You don’t think that it’s a mask anymore because of the details of the morbid pale blue skin and the muscle that has decayed from under the skin. The dirt under the nails and the texture of the knuckles, you can almost smell the corpse of whoever the victim was. Then you realize that it is probably coming from Shigaraki himself, the blood covering him and his body seems to be both new and old, you can’t tell if he is the one smelling like a corpse or if it’s the death he brings with him.

You finally find his stare and look him in the eye. He mumbles something and you feel him adjusting himself between your legs.  

“I’ve waited for this forever,” he says and you can’t understand. You don’t know him nor have you ever met him before.

The smell of death intensifies as you’re thrown back into the woods and the small shack filled with roadkill. There is the same weight of a person as they’re shoving a dead skunk in your face.

Your eyes widen in realization and he pushes himself in you, you can see a grin behind the hand covering his face. He opens his mouth seconds later, his body trembling from pleasure watching you try to push him away. With a punishing thrust of his hips, he puts you in your place and a sick chuckle comes out of him when you whimper in pain. “I always wanted you to be my first,” he says with guilt, “In a way it was.”

Trembling hands start to hit him, you cry and try the scratch the mask off of his face. You bare your teeth in anger and fight back. He pushes your face down on the mattress with enough force to make you cry and you start to fear for your life again, if he can hurt you, then he could kill you.

He fucks you into your freshly made bed and stinks the sheets with the rotting smell of death. You do nothing but cry and wait for him to finish. 

Tenko grabs your legs and moves them to his shoulders before finding a position where he could thrust his cock into you deeper. Your knees touch the sides of his neck and it’s cold, you start to think he is a walking corpse himself but a dead man wouldn’t be able to hurt you as much as he did. 

His rapid thrusts start to hurt even more, you feel your walls stretching violently without preparation. He leans in and you’re face to face with him… almost. The disembodied hand is there to separate you from his horrid face. 

His pace quickens and you brace yourself, just hoping for it to end. He shoves his cock deep into you and cums inside you. He makes a noise close to a groan and falls on top of you. You stare at the ceiling, blurring the side of his head from your vision and imagining that this was a nightmare. At least if it was a nightmare it would have an end.

[ratmonky]

AYOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️ i smell another celebration 😼

flood the asks with anything

we hit 3.5k ToT you know what that means (;

let the requests/aks flow through!!

- any character or fandom

- will try to answer everything and it will take a while since i’m a bit busy but i’ll try to answer as many as i can throughout the week

- ask me anything as well ig?

- commentary on fics??? lol i miss doing those

[ratmonky]

Can we get more Mahito content if that's alright 🥲 Seeing Kenjaku eat the mahito ball had lead me to think very hard

Also adored the Beam new chapter 🐱💖

thank yeww and ah i haven’t been posting about him cuz i was like “damn i already wrote two of my sickest ideas i have nothing left” but then watching him in shibuya arc got me feeling some typa way

we know that mahito can transform his soul/body and although i poked this specific thing with a stick, i never delved deeper into the moments like where he catches a sorcerer and tortures them mentally and physically with his!powers.

whether it be violating your body with the face of your coworkers or transforming himself into something much bigger to see the extends of a human female body. the mocking tone in his voice would be sweet as he forces a limb turned into a tentacle inside your mouth and let his cock girth expand to the point your walls pulsate rapidly around him.

each sob and tear makes him laugh at you. oh, how pathetic. he enjoys humiliating a sorcerer such as you, someone who he had seen to be so serious and elegant crumbling under his deadly touch makes him giggle.

you had given up after the first few futile attempts to overpower him. all of your subordinates lay deformed and on the brink of death, probably the last thing they do would be watching your get body get used like a toy. he was making sure that they were still alive, giving you the hope of saving them, being the one to defeat this monster.

cruel.

he continues fucking you mercilessly, changing his shape into a deformed monster and mocks you with the voice of one of your most trusted subordinates.

any other curse would have been kinder than mahito. the thought haunts you and you hope he will eventually get bored of you.

he doesn’t.

[ratmonky]

we hit 3.5k ToT you know what that means (;

let the requests/aks flow through!!

- any character or fandom

- will try to answer everything and it will take a while since i’m a bit busy but i’ll try to answer as many as i can throughout the week

- ask me anything as well ig?

- commentary on fics??? lol i miss doing those

[ratmonky]

omg HELLO i love your writing so much i always look forward to reading your fics 😭🙏❤️ hope you get the best head of your Life for being such a good writer

thank youuuuu!!! i put a lot of love and effort in the fics and when i post them all i can think about getting interactions like these, thank you for indulging me in that 💜💜💜

hope you can enjoy my future works too hehe

about the head, as long as it’s severed i’ll consider it the best

[ratmonky]

only you can make beam so terrifying but so hot 😭😭 i need him to give me salmonella so baddd

thank yewwww i love him so much and i loved writing for him so so so much that i needed to continue the story!! i really hope you’re enjoying it hehe

things you can get from beam is unlimited bv is one of them 😽💜

[ratmonky]

Tide of Turmoil (Chapter 2)

word count: 5k

warnings: non-con, somnophilia, kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, blood, obsession, manipulation, power imbalance, ptsd, past sexual assault, sexual assault, tw munkey content

ao3 link

Dark.

It was so dark you thought you were blindfolded. You couldn’t see a thing as you sat up on a hard surface. It was rough and felt like concrete but dusty. Perhaps leftover cement on top? Did that even happen? You weren’t too sure but you knew one thing. The floor was too rough to be tile.

You groaned in pain. Your neck was cramping, your whole body was aching. You woke up on the floor, shoulders aching first, the ache was spreading across your body and you could feel a weird rush of panic. 

Maybe you had gone blind. It would explain why you couldn’t see a thing. 

Or perhaps you were simply dreaming.

You didn’t remember what happened. Or maybe you did. 

You went back to your old apartment to pack, you knew you went there because you remembered cursing at the increased prices of the subway tickets and even the bus tickets. You took the subway anyway, needing to travel with a large crowd to ease your anxiety over going back to your place. Today was supposed to be when you moved away to another city, away from everything.

It was a selfish decision but it had to be done. You wanted to be done with everything in this devil infested city. You quit your job, reported Makima’s inability to protect you from a fiend in her division to the higher-ups, and stayed in a cheap hotel to escape that apartment. You hadn’t gone back there in weeks. It felt like months. Years even. You hadn’t touched a single thing. 

The bed sheets were covered in blood. Dried blood that had turned brown. 

You remembered packing your photo albums and some trinkets you had around but then you didn’t remember anymore. You felt warm tears run down your ice-cold face, only then you noticed the harsh cold surrounding you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you tried warming up while figuring out what was happening. 

That was when you felt the stare of something. Something was here. 

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, your eyes widened and you pulled your legs up to your chest, trying to become smaller and smaller, hoping your presence would go unnoticed. You weren’t alone.

Then the rumbling started. You let out a panicked scream and jumped on your feet, standing up from the sudden loud noise. It felt like it was coming from inside your head, no matter how much you pressed your hands on your ears, you could hear the rumbling, it was so strong. 

A bright light flickered above you in a second before the entire room lit up except for a single corner. Your eyes couldn’t adapt to the change of lighting and your vision went blurry with white spots dancing ahead of you. You kept blinking, hastily trying to regain your vision to scan your surroundings.

You heard clutter moving around, the rumbling noise hadn’t stopped but it was a bit softer, not any less quieter. Yet you could distinguish the sound of footsteps walking around you from the rumbling. 

When you were able to see ahead of you, the first thing you noticed was the low ceiling, it was rusty and the cement was crumbling under the peeling paint, only then did you start to notice the heavy air filling your lungs. It smelled like the decay of time and war. 

You didn’t even notice tears running down your cheeks as you saw the large vault door that had its giant wheel handle ripped off. The wheel sat by the door, each handle bent to make it unusable. 

Trembling, your stare found a large pile of clothes and furniture or trash. You were able to look at the pile clearly through your tears blurring your vision. You recognized the lost clothing items, plushies, perfumes, and trash bags were scattered everywhere. 

With your lower lip quivering, you looked around in haste, now letting out terrified sobs and covering your mouth to not throw up. 

There were blood stains next to some broken furniture, you saw a table, that had a frame sitting on top, the same framed picture you had been looking for a week. It was a picture of you with your pet. You gagged, your body convulsed but nothing would come out. 

Turning around, you saw that there was a door frame but the door was ripped out, from where you stood you saw that the room had a toilet covered in grime. There was a kitchen in the corner you faced next, the cabinets were broken, and there was hardly anything but there was a sink. There was a table close to where you woke up, it was a small dining table with two chairs that were facing each other. 

Your stomach churned. Then you saw movement from the corner of your eye and you fell on your knees, crawling into a ball. “This isn’t real,” you promised yourself. You were going to wake up in your apartment and continue packing in a second. 

However, that didn’t happen. You felt two arms wrap around your shoulders and a voice without sense said something as the arms around you tightened around you, reminding you of their strength. They were long enough to wrap your shoulders completely, you were buried within the size of them. “Home,” he said. You were in hell. You had to be. The calloused skin on his hands very softly caressed your shoulders and he got close enough to bury his face into your hair. “Welcome,” he spoke into your ear, his breath hitting the side of your face.

Your limbs wouldn’t move, you couldn’t think of anything. No matter how much you screamed in your head, nothing would come out of your mouth, instead your lips were quivering as tears continuously ran down your cheeks. Body trembling in shock, sharp pains were stabbing you in the stomach, making you tremble harder as you noticed the warmth from your body was disappearing. Just like the hopes of starting a new life.

His hands unwrapped around you slowly, trailing their way to your breasts from your shoulders, his chest was flush against your back and he used his chest to push you forward. You were unstable enough to fall forward but your reflexes were there to catch you. Planting your hands on the cold concrete floor, you tried to crawl away. You reached forward to gain some distance, just crawl away. You knew you could do it. Crawl and get away from him. You couldn’t, his body was on top of you practically in less than a second, he was burning up which was comforting in the most insane sense. You let out a sob as he pressed himself against you, letting you feel the hard erection you had given him. Something he had waited for weeks, months, or years? You didn’t know if he knew how time worked. Even so, he knew how to hump you like the filthy animal he was. His clothed cock was probbing against your ass and your sweet cunt throbbed while he was humping your compliant body. 

He mumbled something, you heard it but you were starting to float away. Not physically. Your mind started to shut down, never had you felt so staggered with your thoughts but being in a place with no escape while getting dry fucked by one of Makima’s dogs was doing tricks on you. You could feel a pounding ache spread across your body from your head, maybe that was your sanity dropping. 

You hoped you would go insane. It would be easier to endure whatever was coming next. Or you could kill yourself to never get your breasts groped. His hands were rough, he was grabbing your breasts and playing with them using his palms. A sob slipped out of your lips again, your vision was still blurry with tears and your jeans were being tugged down. 

Somehow, that was enough to let you gain control or enough time had passed for the shock to pass. Whatever it was, you gained the right amount of strength to shove him away and start screaming while crawling away. Then you turned around to make sure he wouldn’t be coming any closer. You were kicking your feet furiously in panic, trying to make sure to be seen as upset as possible. When you felt a wall against your back, you calmed momentarily. You were gasping for air rapidly, that scream had taken all of the air out of your lungs. Although the screaming had stopped, your ears continued ringing and your vision was finally clear as you blinked away your tears to look ahead. 

You only saw him momentarily as he phased down into the floor. The fin on top of his head slowly sank into the ground, exactly like a shark that gave up on chasing its prey, going back into the depths. Eventually, it would come back to the surface again and you had to be alert.

Five minutes, was how long you allowed yourself to get back on your feet and assess the situation. In the next few minutes, everything was inspected. 

You knew so far that this had to be a bunker, abandoned by the looks of it but the electricity was working, meaning that it was connected to something or someone somehow. Someone knew this place existed. 

The door was unusable, it was locked and the wheel handle was ripped off. He could rip your head off your torso with less effort. You shook your head to make the thought disappear but you could see yourself bleeding on the floor, your head would be resting only a few meters away that way. That was if he was kind enough to leave it alone. You shut your eyes, furrowing your brows in frustration that you could forget the image of your severed head between his hands, being used.

There weren’t knives but there was a broken piece of wood from a piece of furniture, which you tried stabbing into your chest but you had neither the courage nor the power to hurt yourself. Besides, the tip was too blunt to do any damage. 

You threw the piece of wood away.

The kitchen sink was working but the water looked blurry. The bathroom was dirty but usable, even though the flush wasn’t working you knew that you could fill something with the water from the sink and use that to flush manually. The shower barely worked. Not that you would ever use the shower here. Fuck, you had to find a way out. 

The ground was hard and cold, very dirty. None of the cabinets had any food and the only useful thing you saw was a vent at the darkest corner of the room. It wasn’t big enough to fit you but you had an idea.

Grabbing the small dining table you put it against the wall and you went to grab one of the chairs to put it on top of the table. Your next move was to climb on top of them to reach the vent. With your hands on the wall, you were balanced enough. Opening your mouth, you started screaming for help.

“Help! Help, please! Someone! I’m trapped! Help!”

Same words over and over again with a few frustrated screams as you kept kicking and hitting the wall in anger. 

Nothing happened.

Nevertheless, if you were expecting an immediate rescue operation, it definitely wouldn’t happen. Everyone already thought that you left Tokyo. Were you even in Tokyo?

Only he knew you were in here. 

How did he bring you here?

You didn’t know if he could phase through walls with someone else. 

The door. Your eyes were focused on the door, he must have used the door. Right? Well, then you were screwed, there was no way he would be kind enough to put the wheel back on the door and besides, it was destroyed beyond repair. 

Your only hope was that he could phase through walls with others. Maybe you could talk him out of this. 

Could you though? 

He was Beam.

Beam wasn’t bright by the slightest.

Beam wasn’t bright by the slightest!

You could promise him whatever he wanted to get out of here. He would believe you instantly, you knew he wouldn’t see through your facade nor question you. All you had to do was to try to appeal to him, try to persuade him into letting you out. It would be easy if you managed to keep the act.

There was hope.

Until there wasn’t any hope. 

Your eyes were fixated on the pile of the things you had thought you lost. Dresses, panties, shirts, and even dirty laundry. They were the least alarming things as you started to recognize some of the trash that was spilling out of the ripped bags. They were stained with blood. There were far too many.

This time the vomit made it into your mouth and you retched, spilling either the stomach acid or the water you had drank some time ago out. Your throat ached as pressed your hand on your mouth, trying to stop the gagging while you hastily moved away from the sanitary products that were undoubtedly taken right out of your trash. 

You crawled into a corner, wrapping your arms around yourself. You were tired, your body was shutting down. It had to be because of the rush of adrenaline being gone. 

How long had it been?

A minute?

An hour?

You couldn’t tell but you had to stay awake. 

If you sleep now, he could come in and attack you. What if he was already here? Just waiting on the other side of one of the four walls. Or the ground. Or the ceiling. He could come in any time he wanted. After all, you weren’t going anywhere.

This made your blood run cold. 

What if he left?

What if he got his feelings hurt and left to never return?

Would anyone even find you in here before you died of starvation?`

Could anyone even come inside?

You were going to rot in here. Your body was going to rot inside an abandoned bunker with a pile of your dirty pads and tampons sitting in a pile just a few meters away from you.

It hit you. The room didn’t stink, it was either because of the cold or the ventilation being too good. The latter option would confirm that this bunker was connected to something a human was operating. The electricity was working, which meant that there was a possibility of escape through the vent if you continued screaming until someone heard you from the other side.

Was there even another side?

You were being too optimistic.

This bunker had to be built because of the Gun Devil, it was connected to generators or something automatic. The age of machines was here already, you remember seeing a film like that. Flying cars, robots that do human work. How funny that the invention of a generator would result in your lonely death in a bunker.

Stop.

Just stay calm.

You wouldn’t die.

Unless he left you.

How long has he been gone?

You started crying on your knees with your hands wrapped around them. Your shoulders rose and fell with each sob. Soft sobs turned into whimpers, then into wailing, and eventually, you were scream-crying, stomping your feet, and hitting yourself. 

All because you had to go and work for the devil hunters. All because of Makima. All because of your kindness. All because of you. All because of- Would blaming others or even yourself get you anywhere? Be honest. No. You were here because of a fiend who was unable to feel human emotions or tolerate those emotions. 

Beam wasn’t a human, that was fact number one. He didn’t have morals or understand human behavior.

He was almost dumb and childish, that was fact number two. Whether he was the way he was because he was a shark or not didn’t matter much. You didn’t know much about sharks either so it wouldn’t help if you were to analyze his behavior. 

He was madly obsessed with you, that was fact number three. He would do anything for you. This would be an advantage, something you could use against him.

Makima wasn’t here, that was fact number four. She was the one in control of everything, everyone behaved when she was around and you were terrified of what Beam was like when Makima wasn’t around to monitor him.

You were trapped with no food, fact number five. You were dead already. You shoved him away and he left. If he never came back, you would die of starvation and if he did come back, he was the only source of food. 

He could bring food. 

No, what the fuck. Why don’t you focus on getting out of here? Fucking idiot. Argh! 

Get out of here. That is the goal. The only goal. You needed to get out of here.

You leaned back on the wall and rested your head against it, your eyes focused on the pile of your stolen items. There were a few sweaters. You could put them on to avoid getting cold. But there was definitely trash juice or just his bodily fluids all over them. You weren’t that desperate. Yet.

It was only a matter of time before you were nibbling on the sanitary pads. The thought made you gag, stop. Stop thinking about that. Why would you do that? 

He probably did that. He did that because he missed you.

Shut up. Fuck. 

You were already going insane. 

You threw your head back against the wall in frustration, the pain sort of cleared up your mind. 

Where the fuck was he?

He was hiding. 

You scared him.

What the fuck. He was trying to assault you. Again.

In his head he loved you and he was just unable to show affection. 

Get a grip.

You hit your head against the wall again and this time you didn’t think of anything. You stared up ahead, ignoring the grumbling noises coming from your stomach. Time was moving too fast or slow, that was something you were unsure of but you knew it must have passed. You were feeling as if you were going to pass out from exhaustion or hunger soon. 

“Just come back,” you whispered, biting your lip in distress. Being alone wasn’t a good option, especially if you were about to die. You had always wanted to die where someone would be there to find you, so they could help you pass on, alert your family to let them grieve you, and bury you. Beam wouldn’t be able to do any of that. Or maybe he would. You weren’t sure anymore. You had thought him to be a friendly fiend who wanted validation but now you knew that he was just like any devil you had read in the reports. Selfish and using humans for entertainment or feed off of them.

What if he eats you? 

If you didn’t give him what he wanted, in the end, he would crave your body in another sense. Well, in that case, there wouldn’t be a body for anyone to find. 

He would chew up your flesh- Your hand went to your neck, feeling the scars his sharp teeth left on your skin. The scabs hadn’t fallen off yet, it hurt. The realization of a strange wetness on your fingertips made you aware of the bleeding. You had screamed too much or vomited too violently or he did something to open the wounds again. 

Wiping your fingers on your shirt, you continued staring into nothing for a while. After a long inner debate, you decidedly stood up and walked into the middle of the bunker. 

“Beam,” you called, turning around on your heels to face each surface on the walls. “Beam!” He was out there. He had to come back. 

While you were looking at the walls, his head emerged from the ground. He was hiding under the solid ground as he always did back in the office. It felt like such a long time ago, nostalgic and surreal. You felt a desperate smile on your face, it tugged at the corners of your lips in an unnerving way. Tears were already spilling from your eyes as you kneeled to greet him. 

“Beam,” you whimpered, breath hitching as you tried speaking again, you had to take a short moment to take a deep breath to calm your nerves. He was seemingly watching you, the only thing visible was his shark head. You couldn’t read his expression and you hoped he couldn’t read yours. “Beam, I’m sorry,” a whisper left your lips. “Please don’t leave me alone again, I thought I was all alone, hahaha! Haha, please! Please!” you were laughing now, it sounded natural, “I’m so hungry I thought about eating trash. Can you believe that? Can you imagine me doing that at the office?” You were on all fours, lowering your face as much as you could to be close to him, tears running down your cheeks as sinister laughter echoed in the bunker. 

He didn’t move.

You were getting desperate. 

“Is there any food?” you asked, reaching your hand very carefully toward his head. He shied away from your touch and almost disappeared back into the ground. That made you panic. As if you were burned, you retrieved your hand and looked at him in misery. “I’m sorry,” you said, lips quivering, “I’m really sorry, Beam.” 

He was quiet. 

You put your hand on the ground to balance yourself and tried speaking but words didn’t come easily. You could only say his name and apologize for so long, even he would think that it was creepy at some point.

“Come out,” you begged, tasting your tears.

The cement ground under your hand turned into flesh and the warmth spread to your fingertips as his hand intertwined his fingers with yours. 

You looked at him with a smile, trying to lure him out.

Instead of coming out, he raised his other hand out of the ground to put a protein bar in front of you. It was the same bars from the vending machine at the office. 

Fact number six: you were in Tokyo.

You squeezed his hand and smiled to thank him. In response, he retrieved himself back into the cold ground. “Wait, wait! Please, don’t go!”

He was gone already.

It hit you like a truck as you stared down at the protein bar next to the ground he disappeared into, you were dependent on him. 

As long as you were stuck in here, you were nothing but a pet he would come back to feed. 

People don’t fuck their pets. 

With shaking hands, you grabbed the protein bar and ripped open the wrapper. It tasted even better than you remembered, you didn’t savor the taste much, you devoured the whole thing in what felt like less than a minute. Only then you began to regret your decision to eat too fast because what if that was supposed to last you another day? 

Finally fed and happy, you were less anxious. Back in the office these things would give you the sugar rush and let you tolerate work for a little longer but without coffee, it wasn’t as effective. For now, things didn’t matter too much. You crawled into a corner, wrapping your arms around yourself to warm your body. You noticed that you could see your breath in the air as you exhaled. Nonetheless, you still refused to touch any of the clothing items next to the pile of trash. While resting your body against the cold wall, you closed your eyes to rest.

The rumbling noise was still constant, you realized. Pounding like a washing machine and echoing inside the whole bunker. It had to be the ventilation system being old or something. You couldn’t ignore the loud noises surrounding the room but your weak body couldn’t take another moment longer without resting. 

The noises grew distant faintly. 

The rumbling noise persisted in waking you up a couple of times. You saw him standing ahead of you and blinked. Next time he was gone. You slept through the pounding and the rumbling noises and groggily gained a bit of consciousness with a headache once again to feel a hot breath against your neck, as well as the wet muscle of a tongue licking your neck. You tried swatting it away with your hand but you couldn’t move. 

A hand cupped your breast as the heavy breathing sounds became prominent. You blinked to stay awake but you were too weak to fight against your fatigue. The dark claimed you again.

The rumbling noise returned in what felt like a snap of a finger, you jolted awake to find your body in immeasurable pain. Your neck and spine cracked as you moved, and your lower back was so stiff that it brought tears to your eyes from the pain. 

Shouldn’t have slept against a wall.

If you had laid down it could have been worse though, right?

In the end, you needed pillows or a blanket. It was so cold. You saw your breath in the air.

Why are you so accepting of the situation?

Then you remembered about yesterday. You weren’t sure if it was a nightmare or if it really happened but, you couldn’t dwell on it too much. If Beam wanted to he could overpower you to get what he wanted as he did before. The only thing that mattered was to get out of here as fast as you could. You were ready to do whatever it took to escape.

You saw movement ahead of you, it was Beam. He emerged from the wall with his arms wrapped around himself. At first glance, it looked like he was cold but as he unwrapped his arms, a bunch of protein bars dropped on the ground. It eased your regret about eating too fast earlier. And you wondered if he was affected by the cold. He was shirtless as usual and it was freezing cold in here.

He lifted his head, it looked like he was looking at you but you couldn’t tell exactly. Like an idiot, you waved at him as a greeting. It was making you lose your dignity to act like this but knowing that he wouldn’t be able to use it against you was comforting. No matter how degrading, you had to do everything to get out of here.

His lips curled upward, his sharp teeth were visible in his smile. Decidedly, he took a step forward to approach you. “It’s morning,” he informed. “Good morning!”

A million thoughts crossed your mind and your blood started running cold as he got closer and you saw him up close. Lips formed a forced smile, it was painful to keep it genuine but you did it. “Good morning,” you replied.

He reached his hands toward you and although hesitant, you let him pull you up to your feet. As soon as you touched his hands, his body warmth made you tremble. 

“You’re cold,” he remarked and his smile dropped. As you stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around you and it was difficult to admit that he was comfortably warm. You shook within his awkward embrace. “I’ll bring clothes.”

Grateful that he wasn’t going to force you to wear anything from the pile, you nodded against his warm chest. Then you wrapped your arms around him tightly, his back muscles felt so warm like hand warmers under your touch. “Can we go home?” you asked, trying to sound as sweet as possible. Casting the bait and waiting to reel in the biggest fish you could imagine catching.

“This is home,” he chuckled, arms around you tightening threateningly… “All mine. All ours.”

You trembled, “Let’s go back to my place.”

His arms tightened even more. Like a snake strangling its prey, he was hugging you tighter and tighter. Instead of reeling in the fish, you were pulled into the shark-infested waters from arrogance. You were going to pop like a balloon or he was going to crack your back and leave you paralyzed, even more dependent on him. 

You had to go little by little. Step by step. Using yourself as the bait. Otherwise, he was going to kill you before you had the chance to escape or you were going to be abandoned like an unwanted toy.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, pressing your cheek against his chest and closing your eyes. “Can you bring blankets or pillows? It hurts to sleep on the floor.”

His arms loosened around you, he embraced you softly like he did before. “Anything for (name),” he said while he pulled away from the embrace, deciding that you were warm enough. He was facing down to look at you, at least from the looks of it. He leaned down and you didn’t dare to move as he pressed the shark snout on top of his head against your forehead, grinning. “So pretty.” The pure admiration in his voice was soft like silk, just like the warmth of his body surrounding you. 

You stared at him, unable to think of what to say or do. 

Silence.

Beam broke the contact first, “Need to go to work!” he declared with a laugh. “I’ll be back. Bring clothes and stuff…” he paused, looking at you.

“A blanket?” you said unsurely. You were a bit thrown off that he was going to work, so he was still under Makima’s squad. Well, you knew that if he didn’t work for devil hunters he would be eliminated. 

“And?” he asked, scratching his head. 

“A bed,” you replied with a soft smile. “A bed with pillows and a blanket.”

“Of course!” he nodded happily and waved you goodbye before sinking into the ground. 

As soon as he left, a frown replaced your smile, out of breath from stress and anxiety while trying to calm yourself but you had to accept the truth. 

Fact number seven: you were never getting out of here.

Tide of Turmoil

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: non-con, blood drinking, stalking, obsession, biting

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u should post it 😦 we are hungry

this one's for you anon <3

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never in my life did i have a nightmare about something i’m writing and my god it felt so real and tangible to the point that i felt pain, the warmth of something’s breath on my neck and i had actual tears in my eyes when i woke up from fear

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starting my 2024 year with another ratmonky banger 😤 needed the mei mei cooch bad

thank yeww 💜 i’ll put out more works frequently this year if you guys collectively pray for my ruined hair to grow out asap and leave comments ofc

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You feeding us with the mei mei crumbs 😔😔💖

i delivered a fresh-out-of-oven sinister manipulative incestuous sister who bought her younger sister from their own parents as a slave because of her obsession and you call that crumbs ToT

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Have you ever considered publishing any of your fics?

no i didn’t! i’m not a good writer and besides i think i'd rather make films of my writing rather than publish them

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replaying gtav rn after 100%ing rdr2 and god i've missed my boys T^T

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Sisterly Blood

warnings: incest, manipulation, blood, dub-con

word count: 1.7k

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Money ruled the world. Especially your world. A little too much?

Perhaps, it was pretty odd since you and your other siblings were born with a price tag on you. Most of your siblings had some sort of value to other sorcerers and were auctioned off at some point in their lives. You were the runt of the litter, useless and cheap. Lucky for you, your older sister had been generous enough to take you in despite your cheap value with a discount.

You thought that she was doing it out of sisterly love.

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Music blasted from your phone, you were fresh out of the shower, bouncing around in your room after another day of being stuck inside with nothing to do. Well, you had a lot of chores to do during the day like cleaning the entire house and cooking but once those were done, you would practically have nothing to do. Today, you cleaned the house faster than yesterday and your sister had told you that she would bring takeout, so you didn’t need to cook.

There were only so many things you could do at this house. The TV was full of reruns and your laptop could entertain you only for a couple of hours. Everything always felt like hell until your sister came home and spent time with you.

Looking at the time, you figured she would be home soon, you dropped the towel around your body and started getting dressed.

You heard a clutter.

A crow sat atop your window, head moving around like the ticking of a clock, twitching in different directions but its single eye was on you like a haunted painting.

You covered your naked breasts and angrily walked up to the window, with a hasty move you pulled your curtains closed. After putting on your clothes you rushed down the stairs, “Stop spying on me!”

Mei Mei snickered behind her hand as she stared at you through her hair. You had caught her entering the house after her shift. “You are just so cute when nobody’s looking.”

“You were looking!” Furrowing your brows, you stood in front of her, your stare slowly descending to the takeout bag in her hand.

Noticing your stare, she held out the bag toward you. She leaned in for a kiss as you took the bag from her. Her soft lips lingered on longer than a greeting kiss, you felt butterflies in your stomach, smiling to yourself. “Let’s eat first. You’ll have enough time to lecture your poor older sister.”

Don’t call yourself that, you wanted to say but you nodded as she leaned in for another kiss.

She placed her warm hand on the small of your back and led you toward the dining room while talking about her day. Or complaining. You couldn’t tell. She loved telling you about how much money she made that day and what she was going to buy you next.

You put two plates on the table as she sat in her place. She continued the conversation with some gossip about how Nanami’s recent work partner quit. “If I could bet on it, I would bet on that he slept with her,” she grinned and tapped her long nails on the table. “And Satoru Gojo broke up with his girlfriend he kidnapped from Kyoto, At least Utahime was pleased about that. Honestly, I feel bad for every woman that ends up tangled up with the Jujutsu High trio.”

You nodded languidly as you served her a portion of the food and put some on your plate. Not feeling the need to ask, you grabbed sparkling water for the two of you from the fridge as she continued about how she was invited to a business dinner. “Do you want to join me?” She raised a brow as she asked.

“No, thank you. I have a lot to do.” Everyone knew who you were. The looks they gave the two of you were nightmarish. They shook their head in disapproval and disgust. Some looked at you with twisted desire, curious more than they should be. You remembered the first time you met one of Mei Mei’s friends and the way he was grinning as he spoke to you, knowing… no he was fantasizing about what was happening behind closed doors, you could see it in his perverted gaze.

Mei Mei never sought the approval of others. She wasn’t ashamed like you were. She paraded you around like the jewel you were but you couldn’t be as careless.

You looked at her, she was playing with her food. Just like you were.

“It would be fun,” she said, her free hand rubbing your knee under the table. “I need something pretty to distract them as I scam them out of their money.”

You chuckled at that and it turned into a gasp as her hand moved toward your inner thigh, you felt a pang in your stomach and watched her smile widen. “Mei-”

“Stop acting like we’re still at our family house.” Her hand squeezed your thigh, her eyes were hauntingly black, and you felt cornered. A tiny mouse in the claws of a crow. “I saved you, remember?”

You remembered. She took you in when no one else would.

“Do you?” she repeated her question, dropping her cutlery to grab your face.

You spoke through your pursed lips, she was squeezing your cheeks tightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile softened, and so did her grip. She caressed your cheek as her other hand moved inside your pants. “You are being such a good girl, aren’t you?” Her long and slender fingers moved along your folds, making you drop your cutlery and hold onto her shoulder with one hand and plant the other on the table for support.

Next thing you knew, she grabbed you by your neck and bent you over the table. Your cheek was flat against the hardwood next to the food, you felt nauseated to be inhaling the strong spices coming from the plate and Mei Mei’s fingers slid inside you and her body pressed over you. She nosed some hair out of her way and spoke into your ear. “Tell me how much you want your sister.”

Her fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace and her palm was rubbing against your clit just right. You were feeling lightheaded and when she started thrusting her hips as if she was fucking you, something snapped. You tried speaking but your first few tries were futile as Mei Mei’s drumming fingers made you unable to utter a single word. “I want you bad. So bad.”

She clicked her tongue but she didn’t stop moving her fingers or snapping her hips into you with the same rhythm. She was letting her hot breath hit your ear and biting your lobe lightly when she spoke again, “Who do you want?”

“You, Mei Mei! God!” You pressed your forehead against the table, freeing yourself from her hot mouth for a second before she bit your shoulder. Letting out a pained yelp, you felt something coiling in your tummy.

Licking where she bit you, Mei Mei smiled against your skin. “And who am I?”

It clicked. You knew only she was depraved enough to get off to it when you were desperately trying to forget about it. You shook your head and she bit you again, this time harder, hard enough to draw blood. It didn’t take you long to notice that you were bleeding because she was licking your skin so gently.

Her pace was slower now, waiting and waiting… her fingers were drumming your walls agonizingly deliberately, driving you crazy. You wanted to move your hips to take over the pace but you were unable to do so with Mei Mei pinning you down with her entire weight. You exhaled roughly and whispered your next words, “You’re my older sister.”

Mei Mei stopped licking your shoulder and started planting kisses on you. “That’s my girl,” she said before rolling you over. She made quick work of pulling off your pants and watched you intently, you casually lifted your shirt revealing your naked chest to her eye.

Her lips curled up into a smile as she took her place between her legs and you sat up. Her fingers slid inside you with ease, you were soaking wet and needy. She planted kissed on your chest and took your nipple in her mouth, slowly finger-fucking you and sucking on your tit. Your fingers brushed through her hair as you moaned when her palm rubbed your clit and you started holding her hair, scared of pulling it, you were holding a long piece tightly away from her face.

Her mouth closed around your nipple slowly again, and she sucked and licked your tit in her mouth, driving you crazy. Her fingers weren’t as slow anymore, she was picking up her pace and feeling your pussy clench around her fingers. She knew you were close and wanted to reward you for being a good girl.

The coiling suddenly stopped. You let out a soft moan, legs clenching, head tilted and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The feeling of a climax struck you like lightning as your sister’s teeth were planted on your teeth and her fingers were knuckles deep inside your pussy. You came on her fingers while twitching and hugging her head tightly.

There was a short moment of you trying to catch your breath while Mei Mei licked your tit and pulled her fingers out of you. She stopped licking you and moved onto licking your juices off of her fingers, she hummed in delight, letting you know that she was enjoying your taste.

You were reminded of the first night. Things were mostly the same but that time, there was blood on her fingers. She had licked the blood off her fingers just the same, smiling to herself about you losing your innocence. She was still proud of that.

Mei Mei pulled you into a kiss, slowly her lips moved against yours and she pulled back, looking at you with a sinister smile. If only you knew how much she paid for you. You were priceless. “The business dinner is at seven tomorrow. Be ready at six.”

You absently nodded.

It was useless to pretend that she was anything other than your sister. Blood was thicker than water anyway.