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[kiwriteswords]

POV: After a case, Hotch has his way with you.

[hannahbarberra162]

Civic Duty (Breeding Hours with Sabo)

TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON CON, BREEDING KINK, MDNI

Um. Well. As the title says. Sabo is OOC but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Royalty AU, Sabo x Reader, WC ~3k, I didn't edit this I needed to exorcise it from my body.

The soft sound chimes reverberated throughout the cold castle walls. Before, you would have found the sound soothing and pleasant, if you noticed it at all. Now, the first note of the tune had you on your feet, the book you were reading already forgotten and dropped on the floor. Before the song ended you were already gone from the library, scurrying to find the closest hiding place you could.The castle was enormous, filled with dozens of unused rooms and hallways you tried to hide in. Ultimately it didn’t matter because no matter where you hid, the Prince always found you. There was no escaping the fate he had planned but some part of you couldn’t submit without at least trying to defy his will. 

You ran as fast as your bare feet would take you, the skirt of your dress flying behind you. If you had a choice you’d be wearing pants but the Prince gave you what he wanted you to wear. He always chose fluttery dresses, the kind that trailed behind you as you ran. You suspected he got a sick thrill out of the chase which is why he hadn’t locked you in a cell. There were guards and advisors in the castle but they paid you no mind. The guards wouldn’t hinder you but they prevented you from leaving the grounds. 

Your heart was pounding as you found an old weapons room, completely empty save for a wooden chest. You climbed inside after heaving open the heavy lid, trying to close it as softly as you could. Trying to stifle the noise of your heavy breathing, you put your hand over your mouth. The darkness seemed to fall in on you, trapping you in the small space. Even so, you’d take being stuck in a chest over the Prince. Sweat pooled under your breasts as you waited, closing your eyes to focus on what you could hear. All too soon you heard the clacking of shoes on the tile floors as Prince Sabo walked at a leisurely pace towards you.

“Now where would a little rabbit hide?” Prince Sabo mused aloud, his voice becoming louder now that he’d entered the room. You knew he was talking about you but you tried to be as silent as possible in the hopes that he’d move on. His shoes clacked ever closer and your heart beat ever faster.

“She wouldn’t be so foolish as to ensnare herself in a trap, would she? Or perhaps she wanted to make herself a gift to her Prince?” His footsteps neared the chest, circling around it slowly. Your heart sank as you knew he’d found your hiding space. Hunching your shoulders, you curled into a ball for the inevitable. The lid of the chest opened all at once, Prince Sabo lifting the lid with ease. You cowered before him as he flipped it all the way open before considering you with mock sympathy. The Prince’s hair glowed golden against the light coming in from the opposite end of the room. Prince Sabo was known for his intelligence, his fighting ability and his good looks. But you knew him only as your tormentor.

“Poor little rabbit. But you know as well as I what we need to do. Come along,” the Prince said, picking you up under the arms like a child. Throwing you over his shoulder, the Prince carried you off to the Breeding Room like you weighed nothing. You squirmed and thrashed but the arm around your waist was like a band of iron. 

“It’s challenging for us both, you know. You’re tired after this morning, I can see it in your eyes. Afterwards you can rest in my bed with me,” Prince Sabo with a wave of his hand, like he was granting you a boon. You redoubled your efforts to get away - “resting” after was rarely refreshing for you.

You’d been taken by the Prince earlier in the year from your humble village. The Prince had gone from village to village with his Elite Palace Guard. All the women in the villages were lined up and the Prince looked through the assembled women for a suitable choice. Most dressed up for the event, putting makeup and their best dresses on. After all, the chosen woman would be the future mother of the heir, if not the Queen proper. They said that the Prince was just and kind, a powerful ruler who would only grow in influence in the greater East Blue continent. He’d become the ruler after a massive fire had claimed the lives of the King and Queen, leaving only Prince Sabo behind. He still bore the facial scar that showed his valiant effort to save his family. There were whispers that he set the fire himself using his immense magical powers but no one knew the truth.

You did not want to be selected, you liked your life in the peaceful countryside. So you hid in the farming fields when the Prince and his retinue rolled around, thinking he’d be none the wiser. But someone had ratted you out and he chased you down on his steed as you fled on foot through the fields. Knowing the lay of the land hadn’t helped you as he scooped you up and planted you in front of him on the saddle, holding your hair in one hand and the horse’s reins in the other. You felt his large erection rubbing against your backside as you rode but still prayed that he’d find you unfavorable.

He hadn’t.

Since then you’d lived in the castle, bred by the Prince at whatever intervals were deemed most fortuitous for conception. A chime would ring in the castle to signify that you needed to be bred by the Prince post haste, the Prince relieved from his duties until the act was complete. The times for breeding weren’t regular and didn’t come at the same time every day. Sometimes you’d be bred on the hour for an entire afternoon and others you’d have five hours to yourself to read in the library. It was maddening not to know when you’d be chased down by the Prince and bred.

Sometimes the Prince took you where he found you, no matter who was around. If he was in a meeting or granting an audience, he’d bashfully request time with his beloved, saying that it was for the future of the nation. The nobles would always say how he was so responsible to think of the nation, that they understood, that they would be back later - all as Prince Sabo gripped your arm in his bone crushing grasp. You quickly learned not to act out at that point - losing face in front of others was a sure way to be denied clothing the following day.

Once alone, he’d bend you over the nearest surface, flipping your skirt over your back and admire your exposed flesh. You weren’t allowed underwear, he said they hindered his ability to love you. You weren’t allowed to come unless on his cock or fingers but he continuously teased you, leaving you wet and wanting until it was breeding time. Even though your heart and mind revolted, the sound of the chimes had your cunt leaking before he’d even touched you. 

Most often he took you by force to the Breeding Room. No matter where you hid in the castle, you never willingly went into the same wing as the Breeding Room. As far as you were concerned it was a torture chamber. It was a room near his own, filled with various apparatuses to restrain or play with you. When you’d first come to the castle, you hadn’t known what any of them were or their purposes. He had made you pick the stand you’d be positioned on time after time until you finally understood what they did. Now he placed you how he wanted you and bred you like a bitch in heat.

And the worst part of it all was the inevitable climb and submission to pleasure he forced on you every time. Prince Sabo never hurt you or did anything more extreme than spanking. Even then, it wasn’t extended and you were fine by the next day. No, Prince Sabo liked to bring you close to climax only to let it slip through your fingers. He’d talk you through it like he was sympathetic to your plight, that everyone had to follow the rules - as if he wasn’t the one who made them. 

Hip checking the door open, Prince Sabo cooed at you like a lover would.

“Hmm, you seem to be agitated, more so than this morning. I think we’d have the best results with something relaxing for you, yes? Maybe on the couch?” He framed it as a question but it was an order. You’d never been able to sway him from his choice once he’d declared it. 

The couch was one of your most hated pieces in the room. You’d be restrained against the soft, cushy surface of the couch, your wrists and ankles bound to the sides of the plush furniture. Prince Sabo would put a wedge under your hips to keep them elevated so his come remained inside you after he was finally done. It was one of the physically comfiest pieces in the room, much better than the stocks or the cage. But with so much of you available to the Prince, it made him behave more like a lover than a stud. The Prince would trail his fingers over your now soft skin, whispered into your ear as he fucked you, giving you love bites and marks all over your body.

“N-no, please, not the couch. I’ll um, take the horse, please, not the couch!” you begged, continuing to struggle against Prince Sabo’s hold. He tutted at you while continuing on to the couch.

“You know as well as I that we must do this for the sake of the Kingdom. Be a good little Rabbit for just a little longer,” the Prince cooed at you as he deposited you on the couch. You were naked in seconds as he stripped you with precision, leaving you shivering in the cold air of the Breeding Room. Your nipples tightened with the expectation of his mouth and teeth on them while your cunt was eagerly awaiting his attention. The Prince was quite fond of sucking on your nipples, he said in preparation for when they would fill to feed his heir. The Prince, of course, did not disrobe.

You let your arms fall to the sides as you laid on your stomach on the sofa. The Prince clasped the restraints around your wrists, kissing each one before he did so.

“We must hurry, the optimal time to breed you is upon us,” the Prince said with sincerity. You didn’t think that was true since he spent so much time making you come repeatedly but you didn’t want the gag in your mouth again. Standing up to look you over, he ran a gloved hand over your back. You pulled slightly against the wrist restraints but as always, he’d locked them tight. He brought out the cushioned wedge and placed it in position under your hips, with the slimmest part of the wedge under your stomach. It effectively raised your ass in the air and kept it there for him to use as he saw fit.

“Hm, let’s determine where you are,” the Prince said, getting to his knees behind you. You squirmed as his gloved hands pulled the globes of your ass apart to inspect your cunt. You already knew what he would find, you felt your slick dripping from you already. Trailing his finger down your slit, Prince Sabo collected some of your own juices as well as his cum from the morning’s session. 

“You are wet but I don’t believe you’re ready to receive me,” Prince Sabo determined, continuing to run his fingers through your folds. “I will grace you with my mouth this session,” he said from behind. You’d heard that phrase enough times to know he was smiling, the mask of amiability slipping away. You whined as Prince Sabo restrained your ankles to the sides of the couch. You tried to close your legs but felt his strong hands on your inner thighs, wrenching them further apart. Prince Sabo tsked at you and you immediately opened your legs as wide as they would go. 

“We don’t need the spreader bar, do we, Rabbit? I think we’ve come farther than that,” Sabo said, kneading the tender flesh at the tops of your inner thighs. Leaning in closer, he licked a long stripe with the flat of his tongue up your entire slit, ending at your weeping hole.

“Delicious as always,” he sighed into your cunt. The Prince loved licking, biting, and eating you until you were a sobbing mess, begging him to breed you. He relished in your forced submission, bringing you to orgasm until he was satisfied. 

With a soft hum, the Prince set himself behind you and began his task. He was as cruel as ever, lapping at you sloppily, teasing your clit as he desired. He spent most of his time dancing around your clit but never quite reaching it. He didn’t tongue fuck your hole as he sometimes did since he’d already come in you that day, but he did push his thick middle finger into you, the loud squelching noise betraying your arousal. You couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping your lips as the Prince was between yours.

“Ah, little Rabbit, you make such lovely sounds. I know you’re eager, shhh, I know, but just a little more. We need you prepared to fulfill your civic duty,” Sabo said solemnly, his thumb tracing your ready hole. With that, he resumed eating you like he hadn’t in months, this time his tongue rolling against your clit with precision. You tried to muffle your cries but the Prince had always been able to draw lewd noises out of you. You knew you were going to come on his cock, it was inevitable. That was the worst part of it all - no matter where you hid, no matter what you told yourself or how hard you steeled your will against him, you’d be coming around the cock of the Prince as your cunt sucked him in. He sucked your clit gently into his mouth as he added a second finger to join the first. Curling his fingers, he found the spot you wished didn’t exist, the spot that made everything feel so much more.

“N-no - n-not there, Pr-ince,” you cried, your voice breaking as he rubbed the spot while kissing your clit.

“Mmh, who are you to defy the will of the Prince?” Sabo said lightly while pushing harder on the spot. Resuming his leisurely meal, your toes curled as the precipice grew closer, the coil within you tightening ever further…until he stopped. You wanted to scream and thrash against him, you couldn’t take much more today. 

“Shhh, shhh,” the Prince said, rubbing your lower back with his hand. “I know, I know. We’ll get you there. You know I don’t like doing this either, but your orgasm exponentially increases your fertility. We have to do things in a certain way, hm? I’ll attend to you, little Rabbit, don’t fear. It’s time,” he said, false sympathy coating his tone. You heard him unfastening his pants and felt the tip of his fat cock prodding your wet hole.

“Aaah just so,” Sabo grunted as he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. You mewled and the Prince stilled, as he always did, and allowed you time to adjust. A few moments later he began moving, thrusting into your backside and pushing down on your lower back. The effect made his cock hit all the spots that made your vision fade to white. You felt his heavy balls slapping your clit as he pistoned into you at a steady rhythm. 

“Good aah little Rabbit…taking your Prince’s cock so well nngh…such a scared little Rabbit, but it must be done hah. You need to be bred, your body craves being filled to overflowing with my seed. I’ll keep you stuffed full of my cock until you’re carrying my heir. And even then, I’m going to keep breeding you…you’ll be my little Rabbit forever….nngh…filled with my cock and cum….aaah,” the Prince said as he continued to work you closer to orgasm. His fingers snaked down to your clit and began rubbing it in tight circles. You began crying at his words as well as his movements, moans and mewls slipping out of you in equal measure. You couldn’t focus on his words as he played with your body and brought you close to release. The coil in your stomach was wrapping tighter and tighter and you knew the outcome before it happened.

“Are you ready, Rabbit? Ready to hah hah be pumped full again? If you want my seed, then come on my cock,” the Prince groaned, rubbing your clit even harder and faster than before. The tension in you snapped as you came with a cry around him, your cunt fluttering around him as your vision narrowed into black.  Your release triggered the Prince’s as well but he continued fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his own. You felt his hot come shooting inside you as his cock twitched with his release. He kept himself inside for a few more moments in order to ensure all his cum was kept within you. 

After removing himself, Prince Sabo used his fingers to fuck anything that had spilled from you back into your hole. You whined, the sensation bordering on pain. Prince Sabo placed a kiss on the middle of your back.

“For the sake of your kingdom you must endure, Little Rabbit.”

[kujiba]

★MAY THE LAND CONCEAL YOU, DEAR GRACE

PART ONE/ PART TWO / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX

୨୧ — ꒰ gn!reader | they/them prounouns | Sagau | cultish behavior

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n: yay! We're finally getting into the very first arc. I might start a new series but eh, who knows. Anyway enjoy reading

୨୧ — ꒰[Tags] @resident-cryptid

YOUR EYES COULDN'T BELIEVE IT - delicate and soft footsteps walked in the cobble flooring of the prestige city; (e/c) eyes glimmer around the stalls and towering buildings. Mondstadt definitely lives up to its titled name as the land of freedom, for every step you take, every second that passes by is surely not a quiet one infact.

One of your destined dreams turning into real life felt like bliss - you couldn't help but feel ecstatic on what the future lies ahead for you in the unordinary situation you find yourself in.

Yet.. Even for such a joyful moment, why do you feel entrapped and suffocated? You could feel eyes digging deep onto your back as it only doubled to your discomfort. You weren't supposed to feel like this, you're living your dream yet what is with this abnormal reaction? Paranoid with yourself, you quickly fled to a nearby alleyway to arrange your thoughts.

In there, you took control of your breathing, the surroundings around you begun to turn disoriented. You shook your head in disagreement "No...I must just be having a headache from the crowds" you mumbled to yourself, rubbing the sides of your head - you then continued your way in the city of Mondstadt after having calmed your thoughts and body down.

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Later on, you found yourself sitting down on one of the chairs in a food hub called "Good Hunter". You were well aware of what this place is - infact, you felt like you've done this thousands of times even if you just played through a screen.

You didn't quite expect that feeling of yours earlier, expectations didn't reach what you had thought would lead to. You were supposed to be happily strolling around mondstadt - so why are you just sitting here rearranging your thoughts again? "Agh...I'll just sit here for a bit, yeah that's alright.." Mumbling those words to yourself, you took a deep breath to calm your body down.

Eventually after about 10 minutes of sitting, you heard a small grumble from your stomach. 'Ah right, Im starving..' you suppress to yourself; sure you ate some (alot) sunsettia's earlier but that didn't seem to satisfy your stomach. Fortunately for you, the place you were resting at was a food hub!. Standing up from your seat, you made your way up to the counter to order some cuisine for that grumbling tummy of yours.

"Welcome To Good Hunter. Can I take your order?" A brunette lady with a neatly tied up ponytail on the other side of the counter question's. Her eye's lingered on the out line's of your body, taking in every detail and curve. "Uh....can I have uh.." Your voice trailed off, thinking of something to order from the menu. Until, you remembered one thing you'd always cook for your character's in game. "May I have one Sweet Madame please?" You asked, giving her a small smile.

The woman was dazed for a moment after you gave her a smile, seemingly gawking into your (e/c) pupils. It took a while till you cleared your throat "Ahem.. Is everything alright?" You questioned her, still keeping your smile but had a hint of concern.

"Oh! Uhm yes, one Sweet Madame. Please sit while I prepare your food" She hastily replied, quickly turning around she returned back to the counter furthermore fumbling around with some seasonings and kitchen knives.

You sat back down on your chair briefly leaning back on it whilst patiently awaiting for your food to arrive, your mouth just watered at the thought of eating it. And boy are you excited! Tasting many wonderful foods from your favorite games is just wonderful! A dream you wish to never leave this place...Until a realization hitted you like a truck.

You have no money here. Absolutely 0

A previous dream turned into a Nightmare; patting your pockets repeatedly you began to panic internally, you can't just take the food and dip! Well you actually can, but you definitely can't handle the consequences of it! No way you're going to already have a horrible situation just after you stepped inside the city.

So how the hell are you gonna pay without any mora!? The gods or whoever brought you here CLEARLY didn't gift you with any starter materials. You cursed In your head, thinking of ways to legally get out of the situation you were in. "Shit what do I do?! I can't just go 'oh I don't have any money because I'm from a different world and got transferred here. Heck no!" Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for an idea or way to not make the situation any more complicated.

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A Honey-roasted fowl sat on your wooden table. The honey and sweet flowers come together to compliment the tender fowl meat. It's aroma as delicate and delicious as it looks. As of in the game it can restore 22% of Max HP and an additional 1,200 HP to the selected character.

A brunette maid stood by your side, a bill on her hands. Her expression looked rather concerned about you "Uhm.. Are you alright?" She asked examining your face. All that showed on you was defeat, like you've just got jumped by the opps.

"Well.. Aha.. So it might seem crazy what i'm gonna say.." You nervously chuckled, not making eye contact with the brunette and only facing the ground. Your eyes failed to notice another brunette woman walking to your table, her appearance seems similar to somebody you've previously met just moments ago..

"Heya! Mind if I sit down with you?" She politely asked, soon noticing the maid next to you she smiled slowly "I got it cover boss, I'll have one Sweet Madame too please." the brunette then took some mora from her pocket and gave it to the server, pleased by the girls payment she returned back to her stall to make another sweet madame.

Silence crept around both of you; you of course knew who she was but was to afraid to strike up a conversation. "Oh damn... What should I do?.." you pondered, avoiding any necessary eye contact with the brunnete. For her, she seemed to be doing the exact opposite of you. Her hazel pupils gazed upon parts of your physique; She seemed to be admiring your frame which made it furthermore awkward.

Clearing your throat, the brunette immediately got back into reality and looked back at you with her eyes. You gave her a small smile "Uhm well, Thank you for paying for me miss.." "AMBER." She replied back, a bit delighted to tell you her name "It's really nothing. You seem to be passing by?" she question's, you answer by giving her a nod.

"Why yes, Mondstat is one of my dream places to visit" You weren't technically lying to her, outside the screen. You did want to try and live in mondstat, just imagining it felt like paradise for you.

Amber seemed ecstatic when you mentioned how mondstadt is your dream places to visit "Why don't I give you a tour later then (Name)?" She offered to you, you were mentally so happy she offered it to you. So without hesitating you answered in a heart beat "Of course!"

Wait. Did you ever give her your name? You probably did. You just forgot

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The world happiness couldn't even describe what you were feeling right now, by your side was THE Outrider Amber of genshin impact showing you around the city. The buildings were alot taller than you had thought, but the best part was being able to see the statue of Barbatos! You felt like you were going to pass out on how unreal it felt!

But alas the tour was coming to an end. Fortunately, Amber had suggested for you to go visit the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS; An order responsible for protecting Mondstadt and its belief of freedom. You were of course, very cheerful by her offer! So here were the two of you. Standing in the doors of the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS.

"Woah.. Is it really okay for a normal person like me inside here?" you questioned her, eyes gazing at the gigantic bronze door infront of you. Amber opened her mouth to giggle "Why of course! Everyone is welcome here. Come, I'll show you inside! " Quickly opening the two doors, the inside of the building was even finer than what you've had imagined.

Polished tiles surrounded the flooring, complimenting the small plants placed upon the sides of the doors for a more appealing and modern look. Trained knights standing firm and straight with a neutral expression on their face. Still, you could vaguely see them attempting to try and catch a glimpse of you, occasionally turning their eyes to take a better view of your appearance. You did not mind one bit, since you've understood that they just might be analyzing you if you are a possible threat.

"Come! I'll show you inside one of the rooms!" Amber ushered, taking your wrist gently with one of her hands and leading you to a door. Thrusting the doors open, the surrounding room were packed with layers and layers of books, seemingly to be endless opportunities of knowledge and experience.

As you began to look over the room, your (e/c) eyes laid upon a fairly tall woman with lime green eyes and long light brown tied in a side ponytail by a hair tie with a blue rose. Her outfit is largely many shades of purple. Just by the sight of her you could tell who she was already; LISA is a librarian who works in this library, and one of the few characters you achieve for free for unlocking more experience and leveling up in the game.

Her forest green eyes gazed around the room and stopped when she had spotted you, her expression seemed to be of slight suprise but nonetheless, she composed herself and began walking up to the two with her signature smile

"Why hello there cuties, what brings you here?" She question's, stopping in her tracks following with crossing her arms around her lower chest

Amber smiled gleefully, still taking a hold of your wrist with her hand and replying to Lisa "They're a passing traveler who wanted to adventure into the city! I offered to give them a tour and they gladly accepted!" Her answer holds alot of excitement and happiness.. So much so that she's gripping onto your wrist very tightly.

You soon grew uncomfortable by her grip on your wrist, but didn't want to ruin the two women's mood and vibe, so you kept it to yourself for now. It must be because she's exceedingly happy right?

Lisa lightly laughed at the brunettes excitement "Now, now.." She took hold of Amber's hand that was holding onto your wrist and pulled it apart, her eyes not breaking eye contact with Amber "Why don't you calm yourself down, Amber?" She says giving a closed eyed smile. Amber immediately realized her actions and turned to you "...Sorry, haha. I guess i let my emotions get the better of me, I promise you I won't let it happen again" Her previous dissapointed expression shifted to one that looked more relaxed.

"Oh! Right, you must not know her right?" Amber pointed her thumb to Lisa who was standing infront of the two, her smile still plastered on her face, she cleared out her throat "Don't worry, I'll introduce myself to this cutie..my name is Lisa Minci, the librarian of the knights of favonius, I hope we get along very well." her smile was off putting at first but you brushed it off.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Lisa! My name is (Name), I'll be very happy with my time in mondstat" You extended your hand to give Lisa a handshake, to your suprise Lisa without hesitating also took your hand for a handshake. Her eyes focused on the base of your hand whilst Amber stared at you two.

You laughed awkwardly. you and Lisa shaked hands a few times before parting ways for now, you felt an ominous aura behind you once you turned your back to leave the library. You for sure wasn't going back in there for a bit.

As the two of you walked in the halls of the Knights of favonius guild, Amber stopped infront of a door. "How about we go ahead and meet the grandmaster, Jean?" She said still having a gleeful energy. You nodded, seeing no harm in meeting her. The plot won't magically change right? In here your just an NPC and the main side characters always interact with NPC's and go on with their day. Nothing can go wrong, right?.

Amber opened the doors, a small creeking sound as it slowly began to open up. Inside the room where stacked with shelves of books, in there, the back center of the room had a women in blonde dressed formal sitting down on a chair with a fairly sized table. The table had stacks and stacks of papers seemingly to be endless.

Only when amber cleared her throat did the blonde notice the two people standing near the door, she quickly composed herself and looked directly at amber, you've noticed how the blonde has not even noticed you in the room yet (you're standing right besides amber wtf).

"Good morning to you, Amber. What brings you here?" The blonde woman asked, sitting upright on her chair while awaiting the brunettes answer "Good to see you, Acting Grandmaster JEAN!" Amber replied casually, "Meet (Name)!, they' were just passing by. We sure do get loads of visitors after the Traveler(AETHER) had left to go to Liyue huh?" The brunette smiled brightly, her hand infront of you faced flat.

Jean, if not for amber she would have never even noticed your presence in the room. You on the other hand had something else in mind, 'I wonder which traveler is the one they're talking about... I'm fine with either one of the twins'

You collectively thought to yourself, a smile on your face as you could barely wait! Just meeting the MC makes your stomach get butterflies. Jean seemed to be staring at you for quite a bit, but you had not noticed once since you were daydreaming in your head.

Jean cleared her throat which made you immediately snap back to reality, raising your head slightly you made eye contact with her ocean blue pupils, she didn't look like she was going to take her eyes off you anytime soon...

".. (Name), was it?" Jean asked, leaning on her desk. Without hesitating you nodded your head "Yes, that's me.. Is there anything you want to ask?" You asked her in an awkward tone, the vibe in the room had shifted significantly. You didn't like it one bit.

She locked her eyes onto yours and smiled "No... But let me ask you one thing" The blonde stood up from her seat and slowly walked in front of her table "Where did you come from exactly?" She asked, crossing her arms on her chest. Amber also was curious to know, her hazel eyes looking at you with curiosity.. But to you, it felt like two predators were piercing their eyes onto your every limb, you felt awkward, confused, and most off all. ANXIOUS

Just one word, one word that's even remotely suspicious and it's game over for you. But why did you feel panicked and anxious? The Traveler was also a other worlder, the characters stared at him/her with adoration and kindness. Why is it the opposite for you?

A feeling wrecked your inner self, INSTINCT. Instinct told you the moment you accidentally reveal your situation is the moment your doom will begin to tower over your shadow, devouring you whole for the mistake you had made. And only then, will you escape from the pain you've brought upon yourself.

"I.. I came from.." You were lost for words, you could just tell them you lived in liyue, sumeru, Fontaine or any other region in Teyvat. So why do they stare at you with such hostile and loathing looks? You gulped down your saliva and clutched your other wrist with your hand "I traveled here from liyue.. I like to visit other regions and find more of their culture and traditions"

Your voice sounded awkward, but it was the only words you could spew out in the moment. You could still feel their gaze observing your every move and twitch, they never took their eyes off you for a long while.

As silence filled the room, Jean and Amber looked at each other for a couples of seconds and nodded, Jeans gaze on you began to soften up "I see, well then. I welcome you to mondstadt, we will be more than happy to have you here" Jean casually said having her hand on her hip as amber gleefully clapped her hands.

"Welcome To mondstadt! I'll be sure to show you only the best." Amber talked to you with such excitement and happiness. You couldn't process what was happening, since the mood had shifted to normal again. You were only relieved to have your body and mind at peace again....

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INSTINCT is an inborn impulse or motivation to action typically performed in response to specific external stimulus, ADRENALINE is a hormone secreted by the adrenal glands, especially in conditions of stress, increasing rates of blood circulation, breathing, and carbohydrate metabolism and preparing muscles for exertion.

Two things a human body does when faced with a threat around their surroundings, the human body will begin to feel such things. You felt your body beginning to rush as your heart beat began to slowly get faster, something was definitely behind you.

You turned your head quickly, but only saw a pair of black gloves reaching out to grab your face, and before you know it, you were out on the floor. Your vision began to darken at a fast pace, as all you could only do is lay motionless on the cherry colored carpet.

Two silhouettes towered over you whilst you were on the ground, holding your arms and legs, they began to drag your body on the hard ground.

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(e/c) eyes slowly began fluttering open, your pupils beginning to open once again. "Ugh... Where am I.." you groaned. Your head was throbbing like crazy, giving you migraines that just added more into the pain. Your hand trailed up to the sides of your head and began to slowly massage it to ease up the aching.

After some seconds, you had fully composed your body. The room you were in was more darker and you could barely even tell what was in your surrounding areas, only feeling the cold flooring from below you.

You attempt to try and recall what had happened but it only furthered increase the aching. You could only sigh to yourself and lean your body back on the wall, in the room you were stuck in 'So this is how I'll be spending my time. Stuck in a dark and cold room, great. ' you thought to yourself, hugging your knees closer to your chest and body to be able to create warmth.

"Just my luck.. When things were just going great another misfortune happened" talking to yourself was the only thing keeping you entertained for now, as you begin to spiral deeper into your thoughts you started to wonder, Why did I get transported here?

In your life at earth you didn't make any shocking changes to the world like making cures or any of that. You were just some person who liked to play games...

Wait

Surely enough the gods or whoever transmitted you here would be benevolent enough to gift you some kind of system or powers right? If this was not just a coincidence you might as well treat your situation like a manwha.

Clearing your throat you quietly mumbled 'System'.....And to no suprise nothing worked. "Uhh... Abrakadabra? Arise? Info?" you tried words that could possibly trigger that non existing system that you are hanging on for dear life. Maybe because of the silence around you that makes you start to go delusional and crazy.

Countless tries yet none were working (Obviously) "Man.. I knew I should've eaten more food, I'm starting to go crazy at this point.. Seriously miss the noise around. It just seems like something had turned off the sound in settings"

You groggily lowered your head down accompanying with silent murmurs coming from your mouth. Unbeknownst to you, a glowing blue screen began appearing infront of you, as you began to lift your head your (e/c) eyes began to shrink from shock as a text was plastered right in front of you.

CHOOSE AN ELEMENT! : PYRO, CRYO, DENDRO, ELECTRO, HYDRO, GEO, ANEMO

"WAIT WHAT!?"

A/n: very sorry for the delay and how late the chapter is. Advance apologies if the chapter did not meet your expectations. School is a pain and taking most of my time.

Nonetheless Hope you enjoyed, please let me know if you want to get tagged in the next chapters.

[layzfy]

CONNECTED - a late night call with yjw

SYNOPSIS:

wc. 1.7k+ fluff gn! reader — 심야 전화 after a first date with your childhood best friend yang jungwon, he decides that his time with you today isn't over after a phone call and makes his way over to you, like he always does. bookshelf

메모: might have some plot holes... wrote this in like 2 hours with a nesquik bowl in my hands so please excuse the abuse of commas and adjectives ... i'll edit this later

To be honest, Jungwon has been missing you like the warmth of a cozy blanket on a frosty night ever since he dropped you off at your house after your date about five hours ago. Despite his best efforts to mask his nerves during the evening, he knows how fortunate he is to have his childhood best friend—someone he has been in love with secretly for years—agree to go out with him, making him nervous to ruin that chance with a simple mistake.

Now, sprawled across his bed in soft, rumpled pajamas, a faint glow from his phone illuminates his face as he thinks back on the night. Memories of your soft hair dancing playfully in the breeze fill his mind, along with the enchanting sparkle in your eyes when he surprised you with your favorite snack from the store. Every time he made you laugh, he felt his heart thud with joy, each beat echoing a sweet reminder of what you mean to him. The thoughts swirl in his head like a maelstrom, driving him to the brink of madness.

He lets out a heavy sigh, flopping his arm onto the cool, inviting bed sheets while his phone dims in his grasp. He gazes up at the darkened ceiling, the dim moonlight spilling through the window and painting his room in soft, silvery hues. Should he dare to call you? Would it seem too forward? The night is still young, and given your unpredictable sleep habits, you might still be awake. The notion sends a wave of uncertainty crashing over him. It’s not like things would be different now just because they had been on a date, right? A mental pep talk ensues, reassuring him that he shouldn’t allow the nerves of a “silly date” to reign over him.

But then there's the undeniable fact that he is indeed nervous—his heart races, and his hands tremble slightly as he hovers his finger over your contact’s call button.

With determination, he finally presses the call button, catching a glimpse at the time ticking away at the top of his screen: 1:35 AM. Instant doubt creeps in; is it too late to call you? Would you even pick up? The ringing reverberates through the silence of his room, and a wave of frustration washes over him as he contemplates hanging up. What was he thinking? Surely, you wouldn’t answer at this hour.

Just as he prepares to surrender, he hears the soft rustle of movement on the other end.

“Hey, Wonnie…” you greet him in a hushed, sleepy voice, yet the warmth in your tone is unmistakable. “What’s up? It’s kinda late, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I know," Jungwon replies, forcing his voice to remain steady amid the anxious flutter in his chest. "I was just thinking about our date and how much fun I had.”

A soft giggle emanates from the phone, its sweetness washing over him. “Me too! I still can’t believe you bought me one of those ridiculously overpriced snacks.”

“Hey, seeing you smile like that? Totally worth it,” he retorts, unable to suppress the immense grin spreading across his face. "Besides, they were your favorites! How could I resist?"

The sound of you shuffling in your bed carries through the phone, igniting a slight flutter in his stomach. He envisions you all snug in your own bed, perhaps wrapped tightly in a warm blanket, the night wrapping around you in a calming embrace. “What are you up to now?” he asks, hoping to keep the warmth of the conversation glowing between you.

“Just trying to wind down, but honestly, my mind is still buzzing from all the fun,” you reply, your voice weaving through the cozy space of the call. “It’s hard to fall asleep after such a great night.”

Jungwon inhales deeply, the words flowing from his lips cautiously. “Same here… You know,” he hesitates, the moment tinged with a hint of nostalgia, “I’ve been really missing you since I dropped you off.”

A silent pause settles, and he wonders if he might have overstepped. But then you soften the moment, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been missing you too. I didn’t want the night to end.”

At that, Jungwon feels his heart swell with warmth, a rush of affection flooding through him. “Really? I thought I was being dramatic.”

“Not at all. I just… really enjoy being with you, Jungwon,” you confess, your words enveloping him like a soothing melody in the quiet between you.

His heart races, and he fidgets with the edge of his blanket, an idea bubbling up from somewhere deep within. “Uh… I have an idea, but you might not like it,” he says, uncertainty lacing his tone as nostalgic memories wash over him like a familiar tide.

“What is it?” you ask, your curiosity piqued, a hint of delight coloring your voice.

He takes another steadying breath as a familiar playfulness returns. “Remember how we used to sneak out and break into each other’s houses when we were kids? Just to hang out late at night?”

A soft laugh escapes you, and he can practically envision the mischievous smirk dancing on your lips. “Oh my god, how could I forget that? You were always the one climbing through my window!”

“Well,” he starts, his cheeks warming with excitement, “what if I sneak into your house now? Just like old times? We could hang out, talk, be a little reckless like we used to.”

A heartbeat of silence stretches between you, his anticipation mounting as you process the bold suggestion. “Are you serious?” Your tone brims with a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. “What if my parents see you?” “Honestly, it’s worth the risk if I can spend some more time with you,” he replies, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I don't know, Jungwon, it's really risky—" You were about to dive deeper into your concerns when his voice cut through your thoughts.

“Okay, I’ll be there in five!” His excitement was palpable, a rush of energy even through the phone. You could practically picture him shuffling around on the other end.

“Wait—Jungwon—” you started to protest, but by the time you glanced at your screen, the call was over. You sighed, staring at your lock screen in resignation. This guy was going to be the death of you someday.

You set your phone down on the bed and burrowed into your blanket, the warmth wrapping around you like a cozy cocoon. It almost lulled you to sleep, but you knew you had to stay awake to let him in. With a reluctant groan, you pushed yourself up.

Your heart raced as you slid out of bed, glancing out into the familiar street. Memories flooded back—the reason Jungwon had never gotten caught sneaking into your room when you were kids. Your houses were barely a block apart, making it easy for him to come and go undetected. Plus, your room was right next to a sturdy tree that served as his personal ladder.

Lost in nostalgia, you suddenly caught sight of bleached blond hair vaulting over your backyard fence. Jungwon scaled the tree with impressive agility, seemingly relishing the climb.

Quickly, you opened your window and couldn’t help but smile at his antics. He maneuvered through the branches with the confidence of someone who had practiced this for years.

“Hey…” you whispered, grinning as he landed on the branch beside your window. He mirrored your smile, his eyes dancing with mischief, and you stepped back to invite him in.

“Hey, I made it!” he said, trying—and failing—to sound casual as he scanned your room.

You chuckled softly at his giddy enthusiasm. “You’re insane, you know that?” Your voice was filled with excitement, despite the words.

“Well, I couldn’t miss hanging out with you,” he replied with a cheeky wink before effortlessly slipping inside. Without a second thought, he closed the window behind him and turned to you, arms wide open.

You stepped into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. It felt so comforting, and you breathed in his familiar scent. “I missed you,” you murmured against his shoulder.

“Me too,” he replied, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze softening. “You look so cozy.”

“Because I am,” you admitted, a little shy. “I was winding down for bed, but now… I’m not so sure I can sleep.”

Jungwon chuckled and, without warning, took your hand, leading you to the bed. “How about we just hang out for a bit? You can tell me how tired you are while I take up all the space,” he teased, flopping dramatically onto your bed.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain a soft laugh as you settled next to him. “Okay, fine, but once I lay down, I might just fall asleep,” you warned, stretching out beside him. The bed felt too inviting against your will.

“Good thing I’m here to keep you awake!” he exclaimed, inching closer and propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. “You can’t sleep on me just yet.”

You tried to protest, but the weight of your eyelids was a betrayal. “Jungwon, I’m serious. I’m really sleepy,” you said, your voice softer now, almost dreamy.

He smiled indulgently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Then just close your eyes for a bit, but I’ll keep talking. I promise.”

With a small nod, you nestled your head against his shoulder, his warmth enveloping you like a safety blanket. The fabric of his pajamas brushed against your skin, a comfortable reminder of his presence.

A few minutes passed, and you felt yourself surrendering to the pull of sleep. Just as your eyelids grew heavy, Jungwon’s voice broke the peaceful silence. “You know, I wish I could freeze this moment forever.”

Surprise flickered within you as you looked up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, nights like this with you? They’re my favorite,” he confessed, and your heart swelled at his words. You opened your mouth to respond, but the heaviness of your eyelids was intoxicating, making it hard to stay awake so you just hum in response.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll just… close my eyes for a minute,” you mumbled, finally giving in to the soothing allure of sleep.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, and as you drifted off, you felt the comforting weight of his arm around you, holding you close, his fingers brushing through your hair making everything feel just right.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 7 - Non Con

Kink: Non Consensual

Pairing: GN!Reader x M!Drider

Other Kinks: Bondage, Suspension, Degradation, Kidnapping

Warnings: Non Consensual

Word Count: 1601 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Humans are so fascinating.” Belimar hums, watching the way just the touch of his fingers makes you flinch, makes small bumps spread across your inner thighs. “You’re so sensitive in this area, yet you have no formal barrier to protect yourself. Unless you count the fur, which…” Belimar presses the pad of his thumb on the dildo, pushing it even deeper inside of you. You yelp, muffled behind your spider-web gag, “...I do not.”

Belimar keeps his thumb in place, wiggling the dildo so it presses against your insides, sends sparks up your spine and into your stomach. You can feel your hole clench, tight enough to expel the toy, but Belimar’s pestering thumb keeps it in place. He hums again, no doubt fascinated by the way your body responds to the smallest of movements. 

The clicking of his legs on the rocky cave floor accompanied by the soft sensation of breathing on your crotch tells you he’s moved even closer, his four eyes dilating as they observe you like a bacteria under a microscope. Your ears and touch are the only thing keeping you grounded, your webbed blindfold robbing you of sight and only making your kidnappers' machinations all the more intense. If only you had the free hands to rip off this stupid webbing, you could just crane your head down and look at the monster, at least glare as he prods and plays with your most intimate parts. Instead you're stuck with your arms in the air, legs spread wide and crotch bare to the world as his web holds you in a full nelson position. Even with the rest of your hiking clothes still intact, only your bottoms ripped open to get at your intimates, you feel more vulnerable than ever.

“Hmmm.” Belimar pulls the dildo halfway out, making a sickly squishy noise as lube and spit drip down the sides. For a second you wonder if he’s had his fun, if he’s satisfied his sickening curiosity, and now he’s going to eat you. But that would be too merciful, Belimar instead shoving the dildo back in with one sharp movement, your whole body jerking as you scream.

“Mmph!”

“Two orgasms and yet still so reactive. I knew humans were pleasure junkies, but still.”

Shame burns at the back of your throat, thinking back to the climaxes ripped out of you. Not only was the monster unfairly talented with his mouth, he had a collection of sex toys that put most shops to shame. He had spread you open on his fingers, than his tongue, than some ribbed and bumped thing that felt like it was steam-powered to fuck into your hole. You know you shouldn’t, he was the devil that had kidnapped you and forced his own pleasure on you, but your unconscious still wonders if you could have fought harder. Forced your mind to a different place as the mad man explored your insides.

It is with shaking relief when Belimar finally pulls the dildo out, emptiness an almost forgotten feeling at this point. Your head falls to your chest, nostrils flaring as you catch your breath. The fear of what comes next is forgotten, your mind taking the small wins it can get in this horrible situation.

“Either way, I think you're ready for me now.” A hand with far too long fingers pats your thigh like you’re a prized pony. Fear doesn’t even have the chance to settle before your whole body succumbs to gravity, stomach turning as a couple of well placed snaps to your webbed chains drop you into the surprisingly muscle arms of your captor. Your wrists still are bound together, same with your covered mouth, but your blindfold is peeled off your face, leaving a sticky residue across your cheeks and brow.

Your eyes don’t take long to readjust, the cave just as dark and damp as you remember when you first stumbled upon it. Four purple irises encased with black sclera look at you fondly. That spindly hand rubs down the side of your cheek, much more loving than methodical.

“I’ve heard that humans prefer eye contact when they mate. Is that true?”

Belimar tilts his head, disgustingly innocent and curious. White locks curtain the sides of his face, silky soft and long enough that the ends brush against your chest. It’s the same handsome face that lured you farther into his web, feigning pain and in need of help. Devious yet angelic.

You don’t know why you nod your head, the fear and adrenaline of finally being able to see your tormentor is probably too much for rational thought. It brings a small, content smile to Belimar’s face, and the smile lines around his lower set of eyes are made apparent.

“That’s good. I was hoping my sources were correct.”

The human pair of arms around your waist hoists you up like they would an infant, and it isn’t until something tapered and far too thick pokes at your entrance do you understand what's happening.

You had readied yourself for the worst; To be eaten after the hour and a half of torture you had been subjected too. For all you know that could still be on the table, but the very current fear of being split open on his monster’s cock took priority.

Your body trembles as you furiously shake your head, eyes bloodshot as they look for a manner to escape, futile as it is. Belimar tuts his lips.

“Uh-uh, human, there’s nothing to worry about. I prepared you thoroughly. Just as I ought too.” One hand pats your lower back, that serene smile still on his face. The cool, slimy head of his cock presses harder against your hole. He’s unfortunately right, the muscles of your lower half readily accepting the intrusion despite your trembling. It’s a common feeling by now. “See, nice and e-easy.” 

A breath smelling of moss and musk brushes across your face as Beliamr sinks deeper and deeper. For once you're thankful that your mouth is covered, not forced to inhale the taste of this monster.

There’s another spasm up your spine as Beliamr seats himself inside you, ribbed nodes pressing into your insides just as his head reaches that sensitive spot deep within. You let out a gasping breath, an unfortunately familiar fire being stoked in your stomach.

“Good, good mate.” Beliam hums, pressing a wet kiss on your bound mouth. He pats your thigh again, now hitched over his spider-like abdomen. “Now, take what your master gives you.”

The first thrust is mercifully slow, but the bumps on his shaft make each pull of his cock quiver-inducing, small shocks to each individual nerve inside you. The momentary burst when he sheaths himself again, head pressed right to the end of you, has your eyes going cross. Belimar keeps his four eyes keen on you, covetous as they devour each expression you make.

“It is quite big isn’t it?” Belimar smirks as he gives another deep but slow thrust, watching tears bubble at the corner of your eyes. “Must feel so good.” Beliamr punctuates each word with a hump, keeping his faster pace as he bounces you on him. The hard edges of his spider abdomen bruise your lower half, only adding to the cacophony of senses currently battering your body. 

The muscles in Belimars arms flex as he begins fucking even harder, composed facade cracking as his breath gets heavier, eyes leaving your ace to watch his cock go in and out, in and out. Your stomach tightens as that rubber band gets pulled taut, the sputtering remains of your brain surprised you're even able to still orgasm after all he’s put you through. But your nerves are still awake enough to send the pleasure signals to your brain, conflicting with the self hatred about how good this feels. Each hump now has stars shooting behind your eyes, a buzzing numbness spreading all the way down to your toes as the stimulation becomes too much for you to handle. You hate the way his firm biceps add to the appeal, how his sculpted chest has your mind going fuzzy. Damnit, this evil bastard is hot, and it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

“Gonna-” Your voice muffles into the web, not to anyone but yourself, wondering if by saying out loud it won’t actually happen. That you won’t cum a third time, especially not on his dick, especially not as he looks you in the eyes with a smug smile.

“Cum for me, mate. Come loose upon your master’s cock. I know you want it.”

In a sad way, you do.

“Aanngh! MMhp!” Your back arches as you cum, your whole body pulled taut as this third orgasm feels ten times as intense as the first two. Your brain has become soup, everything just feels so good.”

“Yes! Yes!” Belimar kisses your bound mouth again as  something hot and slimy shoots deep inside you, spurting out the sides of your weeping hole. The arms around your move to palm at your ass, now holding you close to his body using the strength of his forearms, keeping his cock fully sheathed. He continues to pepper kisses on your webbed mouth, giddy. “So good for me. My sweet little human mate, I knew you could do it. I knew I chose right.”

You don’t know when you fall unconscious, just that sweet departure from your senses is blissful. That the fading feeling of Belimar’s lips on you, his cock twitching, are the very last things you remember.

[tojisbestslut]

[ Curiosity killed the cat p2]

summery: having to explore an abandoned mansion because of a dare with your friend, what could go wrong?

characters: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Gojo Saturo

warnings: DARK, NON-CON, sadism, whipping, blood, kicking, forced orgasm, screaming, crying

word count: 800

part 1

head on the cold cement floor of the basement as your ass was up in the air, your back arched the way you never thought you'd be capable of. saliva drooling from the sides of your mouth because of how big the ball gag in your mouth was, not even letting you to rest your tongue comfortably. your hands tied behind your back with a black rope up to the elbow, taking away most of your ability to move. your clothes completely gone and torn in a random corner, still bloddy from your palm. which was now messily bandaged and looked a little less gross.

the strike from the belt pushed you out of your thoughts and made you scream in lower case against the gag. you wanted to cry so fucking hard, to let it all out. the white haired man, which u found out earlier was called gojo, looked like he was having the best time of his life hitting your naked ass with all his power. you whined as he hit you again, your shoulders shaking from your muffled crying through the gag. Fushiguro is sitting in the corner counting some cash while holding the tip of his cigarettes between his teeth, in the corner of his mouth. the long haired man was nowhere to be seen, but you could hear some metal clicking against each other's sound from somewhere, supposing it's him.

"ughh-"

you tried to whine but no sound was heard, only moaning. he wasn't giving your ass a second to rest, beating and beating one after another as he was literally sweating from how hard he was moving his hand. your thighs were shaking underneath him and you were about to collapse any second. gojo hit you once more and threw the belt aside, finally giving your ass cheeks some rest. you closed your eyes and took deep breath, trying to calm your heart beat. he stood up behind you watching as you were catching your breath, literal blood dripping from the belt bruises getting slightly open on your ass. what a sight, he thought. just as you were feeling a little better, there's a coldness between your legs.

as your head was on the ground and you were held by your knees, your legs were slightly open to give you more balance, putting your whole lower body to display. he suddenly puts the tip of his boots between your folds, on your clit. you gasp and try to wiggle to front with the help of your shoulders, only for Fushiguro to kick you back as he was passing by, wearing leathern men shoes.

"tryna get away, little thief? too late now" gojo mocked as his boots found their way on your clit again. you wanted to explain so badly, to say you never wanted to interrupt and enter that place ever, to say you hadn't dared to violate their property, but you couldn't. he started moving his legs in a circle motion on your clit, changing the direction after a few seconds repeatedly. he knew exactly what he was doing. you frowned and tried to hold down the moan, not wanting to lose to him. but who were lying to think you had control there.

you arched your back more from the sudden stimulation between your legs, as he starts moving faster. such a funny sight to look at, your bloody and bruised body naked and tied up on the floor, while he was rubbing your insides aggressively with the tip of his shoes, being completely dressed. his hands was in his pocket and he took a look at his watch, 30 minutes has passed. only 30 minutes of being trapped by them and it already felt like an eternity. you eventually lost control and moaned loudly as he continued overstimulating you. your thighs began to shake from all the emotions you've been feeling. joy, embarrassment, fear. you whined loudly and arched your back all the way you were physically able to, squirting messily on the floor.

he finally let go of you and stepped back, looking at your shaking form with the big wet spot beneath you on the basement floor. you finally lost balance and your knees fell, making you lay completely. your ears were still ringing from the intense orgasm you had gone through, not even being able to think how you feel about it yet. the long haired men suddenly appears and stands in front of you, holding a clear box.

you couldn't clearly see what was inside from the tears. after blinking and making your vision clearer, your eyes widened. he was standing above you with a big box full of needles, having the biggest smile on his face.

"shall I take my turn now?"

a/n: I'm out of ideas for the next part, drop your fantasies.

TAGS:

[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

Next: ->

[popsicle-parfait]

I wish there were more fanfics for Sunday. Everyone was so swept away by Aventurine that they forgot THERE'S A LITERAL MORALLY GREY SAVIOUR COMPLEX MASTERPIECE in front of them. Not to say that I don't like Aventurine, I think he's great I just wish Sunday got the same amount of attention when it comes to fanfics. Also I straight up think that the fact he follows a dead aeon who drives off of similar elements from the Harmony yet differs is interesting. Like, the Harmony is about the kindling of people together under the guise of community and a vocalization of what makes them different but still able to cherish the thought of people together. Meanwhile, Order is similar in the together part but it's not through a sense of community it's though diminishing the differences and focusing on complacency, not letting anyone out of line. They both want "Harmony" but the ways they go about it are different. Sorry this turned into a rant lol😭.

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[snowballseal]

My Dearest

Part 1

LaDS Zayne X Foreseer!Reader

Prologue

Summary: It's a normal day in the Tower of Thorns. Until someone knocks on your doors. No one ever knocks...

Word Count: 1094

Warnings: Brief mention of thoughts of death.

Note: This is still largely set up, but the end is just the beginning of the real story. I just love writing exposition :3 I'm laying the foundation for future parts of the story, and establishing how the Foreseer works in this AU. There is no cannon here lol.

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It was a normal day within the walls of your Tower. Well, as normal as one of your days can be. 

The longer you stay here, the more they seem to blend together, the more time seems to mean less. You’ve spent months sitting on your throne, just to see how long you could. No food, no water, just…sitting. Letting the cold creep into the depths of your bones.

To see what death might feel like.

Shaking your head, you turn your attention to the sole window of your library. A storm rages outside, snow turning the usually dark sky white. A perfect day for reading.

Such thoughts aren’t worth lingering on, after all. You cannot die. Not by natural means, at least. Your body will live on despite lacking everything, which must be why you can exist in such a hellscape while nothing else can. Blessing or a curse, you’re not sure.

Your fingertips linger on the worn spines of your books, most of which you’ve already read. Many are without clear titles, though you know the exact contents of each of them. Carefully, you slide a familiar one from its place - a lovely collection of romantic myths. You brush your thumb over the embossed, gold details, the leather seemingly enchanted with an unusual warmth.

Maybe that's why this one is your favorite. Certainly not because it allows you to forget your solitude, if only for a moment.

Your heels hardly make a sound as you follow the winding stairs down to the main floor of the Tower. While it is tempting to sit and read in the safety of your library, it is the time of year when the mortals often show up uninvited for their “prophecies”. 

Presumptuous creatures.

Even so, it’s easier to crush their expectations than to try and avoid them. They can be rather persistent pests if ignored. And while most of the time, it is some corrupt noble’s envoy knocking on your door, on rare occasion, you have the good fortune of meeting a worn traveler with a bright fate and entertaining stories. If only they would come more often.

Tucking into your throne, you drape your fur robes over your lap. They offer a comforting warmth. You can’t help but gravitate towards it. The book, your robes, the fire you keep kindled in bedchambers. Anything to fight the frigid magic flowing through your body.

As you begin to read, the howling gale outside grows more fierce. The Tower groans and hisses, the old stones bracing against the winds. You swear you can feel it shudder from the force, yet you remain seated, unbothered as you read through the first story of your book. You’ve made sure to imbue the building with a fraction of magic, so it will stand for as long as you’re alive, if not longer.

As you’re reading through the second story, an odd knocking echoes through the main hall. You pause, eyes not leaving the page you’re on, but no longer reading the words. The sound fades, almost like it was never there. It wasn’t one of the common sounds of the Tower brought on by the storm…but the mortals never knock.

For a moment, you wait to see if it will occur again, but the Tower remains hauntingly quiet. Perhaps you imagined it…The many years you’ve spent here alone are bound to play tricks on even your sharp mind.

Shaking your head, you try to focus on the words in front of you. They ramble noiselessly through your head, disjointed and meaningless. All you can hear is that sound, playing over and over again in your mind.

 Surely you hadn’t imagined it. Surely you’re not losing your mind to this solitude. Surely…

Before you can even process your own actions, you’re on your feet, robes cascading back to the floor as you march to the great doors of the Tower. If only to satiate your own curiosity, you assure yourself. Perhaps one of the wild beasts of the mountain stumbled upon your home. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Your magic prickles across your fingertips, a thin layer of ice forming on your skin. It always rises to defend you before you even need it, driven by something deep inside you, but you keep a firm grip on it. Still, you let it simmer just below the surface, finding yourself on edge as you reach the doors.

With only the briefest moment of hesitation, you press your palm against the solid wood, the door giving way with ease despite the harsh winds. You’re greeted with the fierce, biting cold. Blinking wildly, you shield your eyes against the barrage of snow. It makes it nearly impossible to see much, whiting out everything beyond a few feet.

With an annoyed breath, you flick of your wrist, your scepter appearing in your hand. The Creatio Protocore gleams from its twisted crown. You tap it against the ground softly, a pulse of your magic combining with the power of the Protocore and spreading through the air. 

The snow abruptly stops. Suspended in mid-air.

It’s only then the the tracks become clear. A set of prints - human - hesitating at the threshold of your Tower. Brow furrowing, you trace them back down the path, what you can see of it at least. It’s the path most take to your Tower, the only safe passage through the mountains.

Following them back up, you track them off to the side, along the wall of the Tower. Your brow furrows a little deeper. Why would someone walk around instead of waiting at the door?

Unable to resist your now growing curiosity, you find yourself following them. Steps slow, calculated, you tread beside the tracks, observing their odd quality. They seem staggered, like whoever left them was off balance. Weak. Not uncommon if someone travels this area unprepared.

A part of you wants to retreat back inside, to not bother with this. Surely if they weren’t willing to wait for you at the door, you shouldn’t have to go looking for them. But you can’t smother your need to know, your need to satisfy this curiosity. Curiosity over who would knock.

The steps only seem to grow more shuffled as you go, your shield of magic following you along the wall of the Tower. Until you round the first turn from the entrance and you come to a sharp stop.

Because there, in front of you, lies a man in the snow.

A man with death hanging over his pale, shivering form.

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Part 2

Ooooooo, things are kicking off! Time for some good ol' fashion whump recovery. My favorite.

Tag list: @pirana10

[lycheeloving]

Hello, I love your fake text post they’re so cute. Imagine if john wick were on a work trip away from his partner and the whole time since there’s such a big time difference he’d be sending photos of him through out his day… like: john - here’s my lunch 🍱 ☺️ here’s my hotel 🏨

thank u!! here are some texts <3

(he's not even that old, just incredibly out of touch)

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Merman x Marine biologist part two

Warnings: broken ankle, Yandere stuff

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been kidnapped by the Mershark and it’s been unpleasant! I haven’t tried to escape since my ankle was still broken.

“Y/n, I'm back,” Wade said while setting a bag of fish in front of me. “Did you miss me?”

“Wade, can I ask you something?” you asked him while looking at the ‘food’ he set down.

“Of course my starfish!” he chirped happily while getting closer to me.

“I hate it here,” you started while looking at Wade in his eyes. “Can I please go home, I'm cold and hungry, and I want to lie in bed!”

“Y/n I can't go on land how would I be there with you?” he asked while taking one of my hands into his cold ones.

I didn't say anything as I turned away from where Wade was sitting. I heard him sigh as he rubbed my head.

“How about you tell me what you want and I will bring it to you,” he said while looking down at me with a loving gaze. “How does that sound?”

“Cold,” I said while staring at him blankly. “And wet.”

“If I let you be back on land you have to stay with me,” he said with an unhappy expression. “Don't make me regret this!”

{~~~<Mini Time Skip>~~~}

It didn’t take long to get to the land like I expected. I tried to get up and walk to my house but I forgot that my ankle was broken so when I tried to stand all I did was scream in pain and fall back into the water.

“Be careful!” Wade said while helping me to a sitting position.

“How will I get there with a broken ankle?” I cried while trying to wipe away the tears.

“I'm not sure…” he whispered while stroking my cheek.

After a few minutes, Wade brought me to a rock and we sat out of the water for a while so I could dry off a little. We sat there for a while and once I was fully dried off I looked at Wade and right before he jumped into the water his tail turned into legs.

HOW THE FUCK DOES HE HAVE LEGS?!

“It looks like we can go inside your house after all,” he said while looking at me with a creepy smile on his face. “Isn't that amazing?”

[kiame-sama]

Chubby Cuddles - (Yandere!Dabi x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, mention of kidnapping, NSFW, non-con, rough, overstimulation, mentions of burns, spanking, Dabi likes being called degrading words, mention of ongoing non-con, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, very little- if any at all- plot, Dabi is objectively an asshole,

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Slowly rolling his hips, Dabi realized the warm and plush feeling of his dearest's body pressed up against his own was soothing in ways he never expected. Each time his sharp hips pressed so close to the squishy thighs of his lover, he couldn't help but want more. He loved the way the soft flesh was so easy to take handfuls of, squeezing and toying with the ample body that lay next to him.

Sure, they were not there of their own free will, but them just being there with him was enough for him. He adored the warm feeling of their plush body against his own burned flesh, basking in the pleasure of being entertained with them. Even if they struggled and whimpered each time he kissed their sweet chubby cheeks, he couldn't help but feel like he deserved this one thing.

He deserved to have them however he wanted.

He was the one to hunt them down and bring them back with him, after all. They had not been too pleased with the man breaking into their home at night and he certainly kidnapped them earlier than he would have liked. Plans change in the heat of the moment and then waking up to him rummaging through their dirty laundry was enough to let them know what a deranged pervert he was.

"L-leave me alone you- you sick pervert-!"

Their voice was strained and tinged with tears as they whined and gasped, trying to put as much venom in their tone as possible. The words had the opposite intended effect on him however. Each degrading word was like a sick shot of dopamine to Dabi's ruined mind, only pounding his hips forward even harder.

Due to being behind them and on his side, Dabi could feel the warm slap of their round ass against his stomach, his hands sinking into their plush hips. He couldn't stop his fingernails from digging into that warm fat and just losing himself in the feeling of his cock being suffocated by their plush body. The squeeze was enough to keep him going even if they happened to pass out like they did that first night he took them.

"Fuck... And what else? What else am I, Doll-face? Tell me how mean and awful I am..!"

"You- you bastard! You're sick, and disgusting, and a monster, and-!"

The soft figure he lay next to cut off with a cute squeal of overstimulation as their third orgasm of the evening washed over them. Their body tensed up and Dabi couldn't help but moan deeply, moving to lay on top of their warm body and hump them viciously like a rabbit in a rut. Even as they began to babble about being too sensitive to handle his continued treatment, he ignored them.

Part of his mind wondered if giving them a nice burn on that plush round ass of theirs would shut them up, but he decided he liked them begging more than being silent. If anything, their pathetic voice pleading for him to have mercy on them only spurred him on faster and harder. He loved the way each thrust resulted in a nice jiggle through their body as it withstood the impact of his hips against them.

The satisfying slap of skin against skin was almost as appealing as the feeling of laying over their plush body. Dabi rubbed his cheek against their back, feeling the plush flesh on his staples. He even let his tongue slowly trace lines over their soft body loving how they shivered from the soft drag of his piercing.

"You can do better than that. Keep going."

"You- you are-!"

"Aww, what's wrong, Doll-face? Too fucked out to say anything? Good. Just keep this nice fat ass in the air for me and I will do the rest."

It was the only kind of affection Dabi could really understand at that point, and so he was going to force it on his dearest regardless of if they liked it or not. Sure, he would cuddle them and bite up their soft body later, but for now he just wanted to fuck them stupid. It was more to keep his own mind quiet than it was to exert control over them, but the control piece did plenty to get Dabi off anyway.

"Beg for me not to cum in you and I might consider pulling out."

"Please- please don't-"

"I said," Dabi hissed, bringing one hand down to leave a stinging print on their plush ass, "beg."

"Please don't cum in me, D-Dabi! Please! I don't want you to- to cum in me, please!"

Dabi grinned in a feral way and made sure to thrust as deeply as he could before letting his cock burst in them, filling up every little part of their body with his white cream. The soft sob from his squishy beloved beneath him only added to the feeling as he tried to squeeze every last bit out into them.

"Oops. Sorry, Doll-face, didn't hear you. Next time you should scream it if you want me to listen to you."

His laugh was sinister and all his dearest could do was let their head hang in shame for allowing this monster to abuse them the way he did. Even if they hated him, he still got what he wanted in the end and he just loved the fear and disdain in their eyes as they looked at him.

It wasn't much, but to Dabi's fucked up mind, it was enough.

[hana-no-seiiki]

TSUN! YAN: *sniffing your clothes…mostly your underwear* Ew, you’re disgusting.

READER: . . .

READER: Are you being for real right now?

[kujiba]

♬Genshin characters as your deliverer

彡| ft. Arlecchino, Navia, Razor, Bennet, Shenhe, Itto

A/n: i made this at 12 am. Dunno what possesed me tbh

[popsicle-parfait]

STOP TAGGING YOUR X OC FIC AS X READER!!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S IN FIRST POV YOU CLOUT CHASING WHORE!

[yandere-yearnings]

HEAVENCALL (??? x Fem!Reader)

feat. Cecilia Romano

♡ oneshot, approx. 1k words

♡ post-specific warnings: NSFW, sub + bottom afab reader, fingering (reader receiving), 'good girl' used on reader, depictions of gore and violence, masochism & sadism, Stockholm syndrome, abuse, collaring, blood play, (extreme) knife play, implied mind break, implied imprisonment, vaguely implied reference to cannibalism, extreme toxicity, DDDNE

♡ a/n: most important thing to anyone reading this is to pls be mindful of the content warnings above and to not read if you think it could be triggering for you. this is vv dark fiction and i legit cannot stress that enough. a lighter christmas fic will be posted soon, which can be viewed alternatively.

this is @unhappy-last-resort's gift for our secret santa fic exchange!! unhappy i'm gonna need you to forgive me for how shitty this turned out lmao. i lied when i said it would be my last rewrite and got wasted so i could churn smth out before today. i'm burnt out to all fuck and too tired to fix the medical inaccuracies drunk me did not consider so pls pretend that the femoral artery does not exist and the bleeding is venous otherwise our reader is technically dead and not just passed out💀 this is purely a work of fiction. yandere behaviour in real life is a cause of concern. proofread, unedited.

♡♡♡

It was because you hadn’t seen light in days. Chained up to this wall, waiting like a dog for your angel to come down to you — sensitive eyes, slithers of blinding white around her silhouette looking like a luminous halo. Deaf to her footsteps, blind to the blood on her dress or the stench of it, all you knew was her when she put her hands on you. Learning to treasure it, since it would only be you here grieving every touch you were deprived of when she left.  

“Miserable thing,” fingers smoothing out in your hair turn violent, she tugs, “feel special yet?”

When she chokes you, you do. You think the collar might just cut into your flesh from the force as Cecilia pulls on it. Lips meeting hers, you are whole again with the way her nails dig into your cheek, like she wants to rip the skin right off. Bringing the claim she has on each corner of your soul right to the surface, the sole thing that has become easy for you to understand is that you are ruined for this world.

“Please…” you beg, and you remain unaware of what for. There is something pulsating inside of you, blood beating bones from depths in which a consuming rot grows ugly. Cecilia’s scalpel shows an animal starved, and you recognise that it’s you. The spit and drool come like magic, she wets your dry throat easy with just a few fingers in your mouth — you are hungry. Her knees hit the ground for you, in turn your heart wants to come right up as penance for your unworthiness.

Thin gown bunched up into the crease of your groin, too light to feel any warmth from it — and you are too taken by the coldness of the blade on your thigh to care. Aching for the push, so your body could give way and you could feel the sharpness nestle inside of you, to wrap around something, to bury it in the grave of an open wound. Cecilia keeps a distance your cuffed wrists cannot close, and your desire drips from you with nothing to hide, nor cling to.

Spine lined with explosives, the first graze has the pleasure spark seriatim; the release of pressure you had been neck-deep in brutalises you, and you are delirious on the feel of being ripped apart without the motions. Each score burns. New layers of you are uncovered and exposed to this world and Cecilia wrenches your head down to watch. 

Mouth agape, your drool parts a translucent line over the pooling sangria. “More,” pleading for it, despite how muffled it came out. You want her to rip this chunk of you right off. You want to be between her teeth and down her throat. You want, and it’s butchering. “Deeper,” the tears come with your chest squeezing, come with the choked up moan when her digits bear down on your tongue harder. Your mistake is clear to you the moment you see the wash of those baby blues lock on you, the reverie of bringing the sky down to your prison and the vastness as you lost your mind to it has your breath hitching.

Ringing in your ears dulled to the scattering greys when Cecilia hits you, cheekbone smashing against the wall, sending the vibrations all throughout your skull. Ecstasy takes on the taste of metal. Sure enough, the savage inside of you is unsettled, is not yet satisfied.

“When have I ever let you command me?” Her knife edge twists, makes ribbons of your tissues — makes you writhe deliciously. “Do you think you have a will?”

“No.” The answer needs no contemplation, it has been ingrained in you. “‘M sorry,” your vision spots when you crane your neck, you’ve been putting more and more of your weight into the bricks, your shackles sting. “Was so good I went dumb, ‘m sorry. I won’t do it again,” you sniffle, “p-please…”

Acutely aware of the moment the surgical steel leaves you; biting your lip to suppress your whimper when the air hits. “That’s better,” and you are sure this is a punishment until Cecilia takes your face, “see, you know how to be a good girl, don’t you?”

Something hot floods your guts, you’re nodding before you even have a chance to rub your thighs together — not that you’d be allowed to. Her palm is pressing right to the laceration, she keeps you splayed apart like that, and her nails are mere millimetres away from showing you a supernova. Red tracks streak a trail all the way to your core, the fabric in contact with it is damp, is threading clear strings to a place that’s throbbing with need to be desecrated.

All your nerves fray when she sinks in, and just like that, the ability to latch onto her human caress is wasted on you. Only remembering how to stay agape, how to curl your toes and tear from your bottom lip to hold back your moans. Your walls are sopping for her, they slobber just as much as you do for the euphoria Cecilia imposes into you. Gasping her name, flashes of a world outside you no longer want to return to, legs trembling when her thumb comes up. She plays you so well, makes a mess — makes a masterpiece out of all your misery and mortality alike.

Whispering, “you were my best decision,” — and like a blessing, your undoing lays rest to you. Pink slick and pain, everything becomes sweet in this swarming black. Angels. Her laughter, a hymn. Singing. Heavencall.