wanders-in-wonderland

[wanders-in-wonderland]

When he’s being condescending while he holds me down, edges me until I’m desperate, and slaps my little clit as a punishment because I’m just a pathetic desperate whore who only thinks with her drippy pussy.

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If you fuck me so hard that I cry, don’t stop. Keep going and see how far you can push me. 😍

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Was anyone going to tell me that those shock wands they use in porn don’t actually shock you??? I finally got one and was so excited only to find out that all it does is make a loud noise and sparks but DOESN’T ACTUALLY HURT 😢

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Let Me Learn to Love You

Note: No smut, just angst but with a happy ending.

His apartment is silent except for the hum of the city outside. I stand by the window, arms crossed, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You never care. Not really. You pretend but not very well.”

He’s lounging on the couch, one leg kicked up over the other, that infuriating smirk on his face. His eyes flick over me, amused, dismissive, like I’m some kind of joke that doesn’t deserve his full attention.

"Aw, don't be like that," he purrs, tilting his head. "You’re just being dramatic. It’s cute."

My fingers curl into fists. "Dramatic? You stood me up again last night. I waited for hours."

He sighs dramatically, waving a hand. "I got distracted. You know how it is."

"No, I don’t. Because I actually care about the people in my life."

He chuckles because not even my anger is worth his time. "You and your little emotions. So fragile."

This is it. The final straw.

"I’m done, I’m leaving. Goodbye."

His smirk falters for half a second before he recovers. "Oh, come on. You don’t mean that."

I grab my bag and head for the door. "Watch me."

He doesn’t bother to convince me to stay. The only thing that follows me out the door is the sound of his scornful laugh and his voice, deep and taunting. “You’ll be back, sweetheart.”

—

I don’t come back. He waits a day, expecting to see my name lighting up on his phone screen. A week passes and he turns to the apartment door anytime he hears a sound outside, expecting to see me coming back to him. It irritates him, so he decides to take action.

He’s leaning against the wall outside my work building when I step outside one evening.

"Well, well. Look who it is." His eyes gleam as he pushes off the wall and saunters toward me. "Miss me, sweetheart?"

I turn sharply, ignoring him.

He’s in front of me in a flash, blocking my path. "Aw, don’t be like that, I thought you’d be over your little temper tantrum by now."

I glare. "Move."

"Or what?" He grins. "You’ll push me? Try it."

I sidestep, but he shifts with me.

"Did you get all your little feelings out?" he muses. "Ready to come back to me now?"

Red hot anger fills my chest.

"We are done, I’m never going back to you.”

His fingers catch my wrist, his grip tight, unyielding. "You know, I could just force you back."

I scoff. "Try it."

He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "You think I won’t?"

I try and fail to shake his grip, meeting his gaze. "I think you don’t actually want me. You just hate losing. I’m not a game. And I’m not coming back."

His grip loosens, but his smirk didn’t fade. "We’ll see about that."

And just like that, he lets me go. I don’t hesitate before fleeing, glancing back once to see him watching me go, a self-satisfied smirk playing along his lips.

—

I wake up the next morning to a package on my doorstep. No note. No label. Just a small black box.

Cautiously, I open it.

Inside is a necklace, beautiful, shiny, expensive. My stomach twists and I jump when my phone buzzes. It’s a text from him.

Do you like it?

I don’t reply.

Another buzz.

It was expensive, so you better.

I block his number. I leave the necklace in the box. It’s a cruel joke that the first piece of jewelry he’d ever gifted me came after I left him.

The next morning, a new message appears, from a different phone number.

Rude. But I forgive you. <3

I block this one too.

—

Two days later, I’m coming home from work, drained and exhausted.

I push my apartment door open and he’s already there, lounging on my couch like he belongs there, legs stretched out, smirking as I stand frozen in the doorway.

"Miss me?" He drawls, grinning at me.

"Get out. Now." My voice is clipped.

He pretends to think about it. "Hmm. No." Then he pats the spot beside him on the couch. "Come on. Let’s talk."

I don’t move.

His grin fades, just slightly. "You’re making this difficult. I’ve been very generous in giving you time and space. Didn’t you like that necklace I got you?"

His eyes move to my bare neck and his gaze sharpens. “It’s not nice to snub other people’s generosity.”

"Shut the fuck up! I don’t want your gifts, it’s too late. Leave me alone!” I snap. "You never cared until I walked away. Now suddenly, you’re obsessed?"

"Obsessed?" He laughs, but there’s something darker in it now. "I just know what I want."

"And what’s that?" I want to scream with frustration.

In a flash, he’s in front of me, hands gripping my wrists, pushing me back against the wall. His breath ghosts over my lips as he murmurs,

"You. Begging to be mine again."

"I left you for a reason," I snarl.

"And I’m giving you a better one to come back," he says smoothly, stepping closer. His fingers brush my jaw, his grip tightening just enough to make me shiver. "You think you can just walk away from me? I don’t let go of what’s mine."

"You don’t own me," I yell.

His laugh is low, dangerous. "Don’t I?"

I shove him with all my strength but he doesn’t even falter.

My voice cracks at my next words, “Just leave me alone!”

His is filled with taunting scorn, “I would’ve thought you’d be overjoyed at all this attention I’m giving you. Isn’t this what you wanted? You acted out like a brat because I don’t give you enough?”

I shake my head, my gaze dropping as hot, desperate tears well up in my eyes. Because once upon a time, his words would’ve been correct. At one point, I was so desperate for his attention and affection, I would’ve done anything. But not anymore.

"Please just leave me alone." I whisper, my voice quiet as I try to hold back tears.

He laughs, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch mocking, possessive. "Or what? You’ll cry?"

Something inside me snaps.

I rear back, slapping his hand away. "Why do you keep doing this?! What fucking perverse pleasure do you get out of torturing me like this?!"

His smirk flickers, but he recovers. "Because you want me to chase you."

"No, I don’t!" My voice cracks, and to my horror and humiliation, I feel hot, furious tears spilling over my cheeks. "You broke me! You never cared! You never treated me like I mattered! You stood me up, you lied, you used me, and then you had the nerve to act like it was all some game!"

His amusement falters.

I shove him back.

For the first time, he doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t tease. He just… stares.

Watching my tears like they’re something impossible.

"...You’re crying," he murmurs, almost to himself.

I wipe furiously at my face. "Yeah, nice of you to notice." I spit the words out.

His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for something, then stop.

Something in his expression shifts.

For the first time, he looks… uncertain.

"…I didn’t realize," he says quietly.

"You never do." I turn away, trembling. "Just go."

The silence is overwhelming.

Then, his footsteps. The sound of my door opening and shutting.

He’s gone.

My body crumples onto the floor and I sob until I run out of tears.

What I don’t know is that he sits on the other side of my door, listening to me cry until I couldn’t anymore.

—

I didn’t expect to see him again.

But a week later, there he is, standing across the street from my workplace, hands shoved in his pockets, looking… different.

No smirk. No arrogance. None of the prideful swagger that usually accompanies him.

Instead, he hesitates before stepping closer, slowly, like he’s giving me space to leave.

"Hey."

I stare at him. "What do you want? Haven’t you hurt me enough?"

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I just wanted— just to talk. If you’ll let me."

I frowned, confusion on my face. "...Why?"

For the first time since I’d met him, he looked uncertain.

"Because I fucked up."

I stare at him.

He meet my eyes, voice quieter than I’ve ever heard it. "And I don’t know how to fix it. But… I want to try."

The words hang between us, heavy with something unfamiliar: sincerity.

I swallow. "That’s not an apology.”

"I know," he admits. "But I’m learning."

He’s quiet, as if he’s struggling to come up with the words. Then, barely above a whisper:

"Will you teach me?"

The words hit me hard. I hesitate.

Because, for once, he actually sounds like he means it.

And that’s the cruelest trick of all. I turn away from him, arms tight over my chest, hugging myself as if that would protect me.

"No." My voice sounds broken.

He flinches. He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t mock. Doesn’t push.

Instead, his jaw clenches, like he’s fighting every instinct in him to argue, to manipulate, to force me to do what he wants.

But he doesn’t.

"Okay," he says, voice low. "I’ll go."

And he does.

—

Days pass and I wake up one morning to another box on my doorstep.

This one has a note.

I’m sorry. You deserved better.

Inside, is a photobooth picture strip. It’s us, from when we’d first started dating. Four photos of us. I’m smiling in every single one and he wears his self-satisfied smirk painted across his features. The same one I’d come to loathe because it was never quite genuine.

I put the photo strip and note back into the box. My hands shake.

The next morning, I wake up to another item left on my doorstep.

It’s an iced matcha latte from my favorite cafe. Dropped off just moments before I opened the door because the ice is still frozen and the cup not yet sparkling with condensation. I leave it untouched when I go to work. It’s gone when I come home.

The next morning, there’s another drink. Strawberry matcha this time. I ignore it again.

Every day, there’s a new drink. Sometimes there’s a pastry accompanying it, other times it's a yogurt parfait. He doesn’t make any attempts beyond the morning drop offs. Friday morning, I open the door to a pistachio latte with oat milk and a berry tart. This time there’s a note.

Tell me to stop and I will.

I stare at his writing, my heart pounding, my resolve weakening. I slide the note into my purse and bend down, picking up the latte and the tart. For the first time, I take it with me to work and eat it.

When I come home, there’s a note taped to my door.

You always look beautiful and I’m sorry I never told you before.

Monday comes with a blueberry matcha and blueberry muffin.

Another note.

Don’t work so hard and please don’t skip lunch.

—

One night, after a particularly long day at work, one where I’d skipped lunch and dinner and am now too tired to cook, there’s a knock at my door.

He stands there holding a takeout bag from the place I love but never go to anymore. He holds it out to me without a word.

I finally snap. “Why are you doing this?”

"You… like their dumplings," he says slowly. “And I know you haven’t eaten all day.”

"That’s not the point!" My voice cracks. "You can’t just pretend to be different now! You don’t change! You don’t care!"

He flinches.

Then, quietly, his voice reaches my ears, "I’m trying."

"Why?!"

His hands tense around the takeout bag.

"Because I hurt you," he says, voice rough. "And I never want to do it again."

I stare at him in silence.

His fingers flex. "You were right. I treated you like a game. Like something I could just win." He pauses. "But you’re not. And I… I don’t know how to do this. But I’m learning."

I stare at him and reach out to grab the takeout bag. He doesn’t ask to stay and I don’t offer. The door slams shut between us as I blink furious tears away.

I walk into the kitchen and open the bag. He got me more than just dumplings. Noodles, fried rice, my favorite stir-fry.

I eat and cry myself to sleep afterwards.

—

I don’t see him again for a week. But every morning there’s a drink and a pastry. Every night, there’s takeout or dessert.

Until one night, I come home from work and it’s him at my doorstep.

My eyes meet his as I grip the strap of my purse tightly, my heart racing.

He stands there, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. He looks… nervous.

"I can't do this anymore," he says, voice rough.

My stomach drops. Here it is. The game. The trick. The part where he shows his true colors.

But then—

"I can't keep pretending like I don’t need you."

I freeze.

His hands clench at his sides. "I don’t know how to fix what I broke. But I’ll spend every second of my existence trying if you let me."

I search his face for the lie, the smirk, the catch.

There’s none.

Just pain. Just hope.

Just him.

I take a shaky breath.

And then, I unlock my door and walk into my apartment, leaving the door open for him.

"Come in."

He stands in the middle of my living room. He looks too big for the space, his posture stiff, unsure, a version of him I’ve never seen before, one I doubted even existed.

"...I’ve been researching," he says finally.

I blink. "Researching?"

"About love. About... how to love." His voice is quiet and uncharacteristically raw, "I didn’t understand it before."

I swallow hard. "And now?"

His eyes meet mine. They’re soft.

"Now I know I did it wrong."

The words hit me like a punch to the chest.

I look away before he can see me cry.

I sit with him on the couch, separated by a few feet of cushions and pillows. I tell him everything. And he listens.

Every time he hurt me. Every time I cried alone. Every time he made me feel small.

He doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t defend himself. Just… takes it in.

When I finish, his voice is rough. "I don’t know how to be good for you. But I want to learn."

I hug myself. "Why?"

He looks at me like the answer is obvious. "Because I love you."

I don’t mean to fall apart but I do.

"I hate that I still love you," I whisper, voice cracking.

His hands hover as his body shifts, close, but not touching. Like he’s afraid to. "I know."

"I don’t want to give you another chance."

"I know."

"You’ll just hurt me again."

He exhales, slow. Then, carefully, so carefully, he reaches out. Brushes his thumb under my eye, catching a tear before it falls.

"Let me prove you wrong."

And for the first time… I let myself believe him.

I kiss him.

And when I pull back, his eyes are wide, breath uneven. I see something in his face I’d never seen before.

Fear.

Not of me.

Of losing me.

I press my forehead to his. "Please don’t make me regret this."

His hands curl around mine, tight, not to trap, but to hold.

"Never again."

Note: Not a fanfic writer but for some reason I was imagining Sukuna while writing this...

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Set Up to Fail

I stroke her hair, watching her lean into my touch like a desperate pet. She’s been conditioned so well, eager to please, terrified to disobey. But I don’t want obedience today.

I want her to fail.

"Listen carefully," I murmur, tilting her chin up. "You're going to ride me. But you do not have permission to cum. Understood?"

She nods quickly, biting her lip. "Y-yes, sir."

Perfect.

I sit back on the edge of the bed, lazily stroking myself to full hardness, watching her flush deepen. She’s already wet, her body betrays her every time.

"Go on," I taunt, spreading my legs. "Be a good girl."

She scrambles into my lap, sinking down with a whimper, her cunt clenching around me like it was made for me.

I don’t move. Don’t help her. Just watch as she bounces, her breath hitching with every thrust, her thighs shaking. She’s trying so hard to hold back, but I can feel her tightening, her walls fluttering.

"Ah—ah!" She chokes, her rhythm faltering.

I grin. "What was that?"

Her face twists with pleasure and she stops moving atop me. "I—I can’t— I just need a moment or I’ll—"

But I don’t let her finish her sentence. I don’t give her a moment to get a grip on herself. My hands lock tight around her hips and I slam upwards into her.

I can feel her tightening, her body betraying her, trying to reach that sweet, forbidden release.

My grin is feral as I keep up the unrelenting pace of my thrusts, "No cumming."

I feel it. The way her body seizes, the way she loses control, the way her cunt spasms around me as pleasure rips through her.

Disobedient little thing.

Her orgasm tears through her like a shockwave, her whole body seizes, a broken scream tearing from her throat. She tried to hold back, but I made sure she couldn’t.

I let her ride it out, let her drown in the bliss before my hand snaps around her throat, yanking her forward until our noses nearly touch.

Her eyes meet mine, tears decorating her eyelashes her voice breaking. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

Pathetic.

I grab her by the hair. "You disobeyed me."

Her breath hitches, tears spilling. "I-I’m sorry, I tried—"

I laugh, low and cruel. "Oh, you tried? Is that why you came like a filthy, greedy slut? Because you tried?"

"I—I didn’t mean to," she whimpers.

My voice taunts her. "Oh, but you did mean to. You wanted it." My fingers trail down her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. "You weak, little thing. Can’t even control your own body."

I drag her off my cock and force her onto her stomach, over my knees. She’s still trembling from her orgasm, her skin flushed, her thighs sticky with her own desperation.

My palm cracks down on her ass, once, twice, leaving angry red marks. She whines, but she doesn’t fight. Good girl.

"I told you not to cum," I murmur, landing another sharp slap. "And yet you did."

She whimpers, her voice wrecked. "I’m sorry, please!"

I laugh again. My fingers slide between her legs, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her oversensitive clit. She jerks, a broken moan escaping her.

"You weren’t good enough. Couldn’t even follow simple instructions." I press harder against her throbbing clit, watching her face twist in agony. "A needy, ruined, worthless little plaything."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body writhing, torn between pain and pleasure.

"And now?" I lean in, biting her ear. "You get punished.”

Her breath comes in ragged sobs as I grab the instrument of her punishment: a thick, unforgiving vibrator.

"Since you can’t control yourself," I murmur, pressing it against her oversensitive clit, "I’ll make sure you regret it."

I turn it on.

She screams.

I watch, grinning, as her body convulses, torn between pleasure and agony. Overstimulated, shaking, her mind fracturing under the sensation. I keep one hand pressed against her back, holding her down while she shakes.

"P-please, I’ll—I’ll be good—ah!"

"You were good," I muse, stroking the curve of her spine gently. "Then you weren’t,” I say, press the vibrator harder against her.

Her cries turn wordless, her body giving out as she goes limp sprawled across my lap.

I click the vibrator higher, grinding it against her clit, making sure the sensation agonizes her frayed nerves.

She’s sobbing now, properly broken. She doesn’t even resist anymore. Just takes it, takes what I give her, whimpering my name like a prayer.

When I finally make her cum one last time, it’s not even a scream, just a broken whimper, her body going limp beneath me. I click the toy off, tossing it to the side as I cup her ruined little pussy gently, dragging my fingers through her burning heat softly to see how broken she is.

I lean down, kissing her head like she’s something precious. Because she is.

"My good girl."

She shudders, like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Because it is.

She’s limp in my arms now, trembling, her breath hitching in little aftershocks. Tears still cling to her lashes, her body flushed and oversensitive from my treatment.

I stroke her hair, slow and gentle, watching her eyelashes flutter.

"Shhh… that’s it, baby. Breathe."

She whimpers as I maneuver us to settle comfortably in bed. I adjust the blanket around her, tucking it snugly against her shoulders.

"You took it so well," I murmur, kissing her damp forehead. "Such a good girl for me."

Her breath hitches at the praise, and she clutches me tighter. I chuckle, smoothing a hand down her spine.

"I know, I know. It was a lot, wasn’t it?"

She nods against me, still shaking.

I cradle her closer, nuzzling against her temple. "But you needed it. Needed to remember who you belong to."

Reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table, I tilt it to her lips, helping her drink. She swallows weakly, her lashes fluttering as she leans into my touch.

"Good," I praise, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away the last of her tears. "So perfect for me."

She makes a soft, exhausted sound, her body relaxing against mine.

I stroke her hair again, humming, letting her drift in the quiet.

She’ll sleep soon.

And when she wakes?

She’ll be even better for me. But only until I force her to fail again.

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Just wanna say ur writings are one of my guilty pleasures. I love ur scenarios and writings.😭😭

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Ownership

Note: I originally wrote this for the Pay to Play storyline (hence the similar electro ~vibe~) but I ended up developing that story very differently. Now I just have this little snippet that I love too much to keep from y’all but also don’t have enough plot planned out to make it a full story… so please enjoy this random bit of pure filth with no context or continuity.

His smirk turns predatory as his free hand reaches for the small remote tucked in his pocket. The one linked to the electrodes embedded in my clit, my g-spot, and my cervix. His thumb hovers over the controls, eyes locked onto my trembling form with sadistic delight.

"Since you refuse to cooperate, let's see how you handle your punishment."

He flicks the switch.

A jolt of electricity rips through my clit, sharp, white-hot, vicious, forcing a ragged scream from my throat as my body convulses. My back arches involuntarily, muscles locking in pleasured agony, but he doesn’t give me any mercy. His hand fists into my hair, holding my shaking body up for his own viewing pleasure as the current pulses, blending pleasure into torture, my cunt clenching around nothing, desperate and dripping.

"Look at you," he sneers, watching my thighs tremble, my body shuddering against his grip. "Pathetic. Can't even take a little shock without making a mess."

Then he triggers the g-spot electrode.

My vision whites out.

A deep, bruising vibration erupts inside of me, relentless, wrong. It’s punishment delivered under the cruel guise of pleasure, my insides spasming as the current rakes over my pussy. I sob, drool spilling down my chin, but he just laughs, low and dark, as he finally releases my hair, only to shove me face-first onto the nearest surface.

"Now for the main event."

He doesn’t bother with prep. Doesn’t care.

One brutal thrust, and he’s in, splitting my ass open on his cock, the stretch burning as the final electrode inside me activates at the same time, sending shocks ripping through my cervix. I scream, but he just laughs, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise as he pounds into me, each thrust a punishment, a claim.

"This is all you’re good for," he growls against my ear, breath hot, voice dripping with contempt. "Taking my cock, my pain, my disgust, and loving every second of it."

And the worst part?

He’s right.

My body betrays me, my cunt gushing with each brutal snap of his hips, my pussy throbbing under the electricity, my ass clenching around him like a perfect little toy. His every thrust is punctuated by a jolt of current that rips through me, alternating cruelly between my clit, g-spot, and cervix.

He feels it, feels everything, and it only makes him harder, his pace turning feral, nails biting into my skin as he chases his own release.

"Cum for me, you worthless slut," he snarls. "Cum like the broken doll you are."

And I do, violently, helplessly, my entire body seizing as the shocks culminate and his cock pushes me over the edge, my voice cracking from my wail. He follows with a groan, filling my ass with his cum, his grip crushing as he grinds deep, ensuring not a single drop escapes.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t let me collapse. Instead, he flips me onto my back, staring down at my ruined, twitching body with cold satisfaction.

"Done being a brat?" He flicks the remote again, sending another jolt through my swollen clit just to watch me writhe and hear my breath catch. "Or do I need to remind you again who owns these holes?"

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not my usual content but i need to put this out in the world. i read sunrise on the reaping today and it absolutely destroyed me. i devoured that book in three hours and ugly cried several times. suzanne collins is a goddess but that woman did not hold back, please those poor babies did not deserve any of that 😭

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hiii i dont mean to be a bother but could u write about a yandere whos been really super duper nice but after u tried to run away he gets all mad and he tries drowning u and beating u up and stuff (sorry if its weird but pretty pretty please with triple cherries on top 😓😓😓😓)

OK YES this is kind of a different vibe than my usual stuff but in a yandere mood teehee. Also unsure if you wanted angst with this but my brain took this prompt and ran real far with the angst... so hope you enjoy! Read here!

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Don't Run From Me

THIS IS ANGSTY lol I did not mean for it to be when I started writing but that's where we ended up. Also, trigger warning for heavy yandere behavior and some light drowning as a punishment. Enjoy!

The full moon hung over the night sky, lighting my desperate escape. My legs burn with exertion, every breath ragged as I weave through the dense forest, every step taking me closer to freedom. Away from him. The man who’s obsession drove him into insanity. The man who stalked me feverishly until he finally snapped and took me for himself to keep forever.

In another universe, this night would have been tranquil. Peaceful, quiet, and soothing. But I know better. I know him. And I know what he’ll do if he catches me.

A hand clamps down on my wrist like a death sentence, yanking me backward with enough force to send a shockwave of pain up my arm. Before I can scream, a second hand covers my mouth, fingers pressing just hard enough to bruise. His voice, smooth and mocking, drips into my ear like poisoned honey.

"Did you really think you could escape from me, little one?"

His grip tightens as he drags me into his embrace. His eyes glow faintly in the darkness, pupils sharp with fury. He’s smiling a deranged smile, a cruel grin that promises something dreadful and dangerous to come.

"After everything I’ve done for you," he hisses, shaking me slightly, "Feeding you, keeping you safe, giving you pleasure you could never even dream of, and you repay me by running away? Ungrateful. Disgusting."

His fingers dig into my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he leans in, voice lowering to a venomous purr.

"You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to decide. You’re mine. And I’m going to remind you of that until you beg to stay."

It doesn’t take him much effort at all to drag me back to the cabin that’s become my prison. The door slams shut behind me, locking automatically. He doesn’t even give me a second to breathe before he’s on me, shoving me face-first against the wall. His knee presses between my thighs, pinning me in place as his hand fists in my hair, wrenching my head back.

"You want to act like a disobedient little stray?" he growls, breath hot against my neck. "Fine. Let’s see how long you last when I treat you like one."

He drags me to the bathroom, shoving you toward the bathtub already half-filled with water. I barely have time to struggle before he’s forcing me down, my back slamming against the porcelain as he grips my throat, fingers tightening just enough to make my vision swim.

"I treat you so fucking well. Give you everything you want, make you cum until you cry," he spits, pushing me under the water. "And this is how you thank me?"

The water floods my nose, my lungs burning as I thrash, but he doesn’t let me up. Not yet. He lets the panic invade me, lets it fester inside of me, white hot terror clinging to my every cell. He waits until my movements grow weak before yanking me back, letting me gasp for air, just enough to clear my lungs, only to shove me under again. Over and over, until my body trembles, until tears mix with the water dripping down my face.

When he finally pulls me out for good, I collapse against the tiles, choking and coughing. He looms over me, tilting his head like he’s studying something fascinating.

"Pathetic," he murmurs, dragging a finger down my cheek. "But I’ll fix you. I’ll make sure you never even think about leaving again."

His hands are rough as he strips me, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, just shoves into my cunt with a cruel laugh, relishing the way I jolt beneath him.

"See?" he taunts, gripping my hair to force my head back. "Your body still wants me. It craves me. You could never survive without this, without me."

He fucks me mercilessly, each thrust punishing, his fingers squeezing my throat every time I try to turn away, every time I try to close my eyes to escape. And when I finally come, shaking and unwilling, he just smirks, leaning down to whisper:

"Again."

He doesn’t stop.

Not when my voice breaks from screaming and begging for mercy. Not when my body seizes, muscles spasming around him as another orgasm rips through me.

He just keeps going.

His fingers work my clit fast, rough, sending jolts of agonizing pleasure through my nerves. His other hand pins my hips down, forcing me to take every brutal thrust as he fucks me with a merciless rhythm. His eyes never leave my face, drinking in every twitch of pain, every choked-back sob, every desperate gasp for air.

"Look at you," he murmurs, breath hot against my ear. "So fucking perfect like this. Falling apart because of me. Because I own you."

My body betrays me again, clenching around him as another wave crashes over me. I can’t even scream anymore, just a weak, broken whimper as my vision whites out, my limbs turning to liquid, my resistance fading with my sanity.

But he still doesn’t stop.

Because he won’t stop. Not until I’m sobbing his name, not until I’m broken and pliant in his hands. Not until I understand.

I’m his.

And he’ll never let me forget it.

He needs to ruin me. Needs to break me. Needs to make sure I’ll never even think of leaving him again.

So he keeps going—keeps pushing, keeps overstimulating my shattered nerves—until finally my eyes roll back, my body going limp beneath him.

Only then does he pull out, panting, his hands trembling as he stares at my unconscious form.

And suddenly, reality crashes over him like a tidal wave, cold and suffocating.

"Fuck" he whispers, his voice raw.

His fingers brush my cheek, wiping away tears. His touch, once so cruel, now trembles with hesitation as he gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest, my form limp and fragile.

"Fuck… fuck, what did I do?"

He carries me to bed, laying me down gently before going to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. He cleans me with slow, careful strokes, murmuring apologies under his breath like a prayer.

"I didn’t want to hurt you like this," he says, voice cracking. "But you, you made me. You left me. You broke my heart. You made me lose control."

His fingers trace the bruises on my throat, the ones he'd created, before flinching away like he’s been burned.

"I’ll be better," he promises, the words feverish against my skin. "I’ll be so good to you. Just, just don’t run. Don’t leave. I’ll give you everything."

"You’re mine," he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine. "Mine to protect. Mine to worship. But you, you keep fighting me. You keep hurting me. And I can’t, I can’t—"

His breath hitches.

For the first time, his voice sounds broken.

"Just… stay. Please. Please, just stay."

He curls around my unconscious body, holding me like I’ll disappear if he loosens his grip even a little.

And when he finally lets himself cry, his tears stain my skin. Just another mark.

Just another scar.

Just another way I’ve ruined him.

"I love you," he whispers.

"Why won’t you just let me?"

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Love your writing style - could you please write something medfet that includes stirrups, some cervix attention and squirting? Feel free to add con-non con, dirty talk or anything else of your choosing!

Ugh YES! This has been in my inbox for a while and I finally wrote something and I LOVE it so hope you enjoy! Read here!

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Sparks Fly

I wake up groggy, head pounding, limbs restrained, mouth gagged. The cold metal of the examination table bites into my skin as I squirm against the thick leather straps pinning my wrists and ankles down.

He leans over me, eyes burning with sadistic amusement. I whine behind the gag, mouth too stuffed to make any coherent noises. His fingers trail along my inner thigh, humming a playful tune before giving my flesh a sharp, stinging pinch. "Look who decided to wake up!" He tilts his head, grinning. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting."

With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.

His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."

His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didn’t even realize your body could react like this, did you?"

A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep he’s reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.

He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.

"Oh, that’s your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, can’t you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."

He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Don’t fret, I’ll make sure you like this."

With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."

His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesn’t know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Don’t fight me, sweet girl," he teases.

His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. He’s going to make me cum like this.

He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.

A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.

"Don’t worry, pretty thing. We’re just getting started."

The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.

"Oh, pretty girl, you’re shaking," he coos. "We just started and you’re so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you don’t get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."

He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.

"Look at you—convulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "You’d think your body would have some dignity, but no. It’s just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. “You know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?”

He doesn’t wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it up—

Zap.

My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.

But he doesn’t stop there.

The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, that’s sensitive I’m sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.

He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins and—

ZAP.

I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.

Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesn’t stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

"You’re not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."

He cranks the voltage higher.

My world implodes.

Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.

"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."

He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now let’s see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."

The toy crackles again as he waves it tauntingly at me. I whimper and his laugh is the last thing I can remember as my mind buckles under his torment.

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Your Bratty Girlfriend Pushes Your Buttons Until You Break Her

We went out on a lovely date but I spent the entirety of dinner teasing you and acting out. When we finally get home, I'm entirely unapologetic and you decide to punish me for being a brat.

[F4M] [Brat Taming] [BRAT] [Vibrator] [Edging] [Overstimulation] [Begging] [Crying] [Daddy] [Needy] [Gagged] [Established Relationship] [SFX]

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hey queen! any chance you can recommend an updated list of blogs with your same writing style (long pieces) and similar topics? I noticed you took down the one with the transphobic weirdo after you found out he was shitty, and I can’t quite recall the other names!

Hi love! Yes! That post was so tragic because of the four blogs I recommended, one is an alleged transphobe and two are now deactivated/shut down lmao :(( Here's an updated list:

@narcissistichedonist (the last one standing from my deleted recommendation list lol)

@x--sinner--x

@yanderenightmare

@yanderedrabbles

@hatterbby

If anyone else knows of any similar blogs, I would looooove to hear about them!

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Stop this is my exact order but add raw onions to the double double 😍

I think getting fucked until I cry and then eating In-N-Out would fix me.

[wanders-in-wonderland]

I think getting fucked until I cry and then eating In-N-Out would fix me.