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[aaronnaphiliou]

Avatar the Last Airbender Whumptober 2023 Day 22

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

Zuko got the Avatar onto his ship only for everything to go wrong. Now he was locked within himself staring out like a prisoner with only a one-way window to see the world.

[raccoonscribbles]

Yandere Man x Fem Reader

Y/n was crying, staring out the window, wondering what it would be like to be out there. With him by her side she would never know.

“Hi, darling.” He walked in, she turned.

“Hello,” she got up, walking over to him, the chain tugging at her leg.

“Awhh, you can’t even reach me,” he stepped towards her, hugging her, she nuzzled into him.

“It’s okay, just keep behaving like this for a while, and soon enough we can go to the backyard,” he grinned.

“I want to go see stars,” she said as she walked back over to the window, staring outside.

“Why? They’re boring,” He looked up at the sky.

“The constellations, and everything. You know Orion? It’s that one right there, with the three dots, that’s his belt,” she smiled.

[namjooningera]

I'm unsure if your Request are open, deeply apologizing if I disturbed you.

: Need more yandere captivated stuff, like them constantly clinging to their sweet love, locking the bedroom door at night and only giving their captivated lover permission to leave the room only if they're awake. ♡

mwa, absolutely love your writing.

Their rules - Yandere JJK

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

AN: the boys’ rules for you, plus them being clingy. A bit of the past and background before they kidnapped u ;3

TW: starving, slight Stockholm syndrome, manipulative

Ahhhh yess requests are open thanks for asking!! (≧∇≦)b

Gojo-

Hes unbearable. His rules are short and simple, but the man himself is insufferable.

He clings onto you, legs around your thighs, head on your chest, while you lay in bed. You try to push him off, but the man is so much bigger than you. He doesn’t move an inch, it was like trying to move a brick wall.

You remember the first time he giddily told you the rules.

“Ok ok listen-“ he said in the middle of giggles, then straightened up his back to look serious but it was obvious he was still giddy.

“Hum.. No touching the stove when I’m around, No watching tv, that’s a reward not a privilege, you can earn watching it. No ignoring me, no sleeping without giving me a kiss or cuddles.”

He hums. “there isn’t much sweet thing…I just want you to be happy.” But his smile is sickly and you know there’s more to what he’s saying.

You know there’s unspoken rules he doesn’t say, like how you need to constantly keep him in a good mood.

When you were first taken by him, you rejected his every advance. Every time he wanted kisses or cuddles or even something simple, like for you to look at him. You said no, turned away, and slumped in bed.

At first he let it go. He was patient. He was just happy that you were there. That you couldn’t talk to others, look at others, and your attention would all be to him in no time.

But you refused this little charade, and you could see him slowly start to become more agitated. It’s when he stopped coming home to make you dinner (the dinner you barely ever touched anyway), and the way you felt like he was forgetting about you.

He’d always refill the things you ran out of. The bottle of water on your-his nightstand. The sanitary items and hygiene products you use. He’d always refill the pantry with all your favorite snacks and sweets.

But he stopped. And that got scary. Your mind was already in shambles, now you were thinking, what if he’s going to leave you for dead? Stop refilling, stop visiting, until you pass away in this locked hell.

Finally, he came home tonight. Around midnight. He never came that late before- it was always around 8 pm or 9 when he was really late, he always made sure to come home early enough to make you dinner.

You were starving, and you peeked from the hallway to see him stumble in, then throw himself on the sofa and then the tv on.

You weren’t really allowed to watch tv. You wonder if you could earn it. You watched him slump over, eyes heavy with a glare. He never really looked like this, honestly he always looked giddy and happy. Happy to come home to you. But now he just looked angry, upset, pissed. But it never seemed like it was to you.

He never showed you he hates you, he just stopped trying- stopped talking to you.

But why did that seem scarier than just straight up punishing you?

You slowly took a few steps out of your peeking spot, to be in his eyesight. Normally he’d be delighted, thinking you came to ask him for something or you wanted to talk, anything really. But this time he didn’t even look up from the tv. As if you weren’t there, as if he didn’t notice you.

That just added to your nervousness.

So you decided to do something incredibly stupid.

You hated his giddy happy side, but for some reason, you missed it know. At least before, the aura of the home stayed light and happy. Even if you weren’t happy. But now, the tension is fucking palpable. It’s heavy, and disgusting. You feel scared to even walk a few steps that’s how heavy the air feels right now.

Slowly you walk over to him. He doesn’t budge. His arms are spread at the top of the sofa as his body slumps back onto the sofa. His legs are up on the coffee table, eyes directed solely to the tv.

You sit next to him carefully. Slowly, you start to scoot over to him, slowly. So that his arm over the sofa would carefully be put over you.

Finally you scooted close enough that your thighs touched, and that your head slightly leaned onto his shoulder.

You were scared he’d hit you, scream at you, hurt you. He’d never done that before but what was stopping him from doing it now? Yes he was gonna hurt you for being stubborn for ignoring him, he’s gonna-

“I missed you.” He said with a sigh, eyes tired that bore into you, his voice was almost shaky, it was obvious he wasn’t feeling well. The arm laying on the top of the couch fell onto your shoulders, pulling you in. Cradling your body.

“You hungry?”

Yes, fuck yes. You’ve barely eaten in the last few days, solely relying on your pantry of snacks and sweets alone to quench your hungry, since he stopped making meals for you.

You nodded quickly and he smiled softly and ruffled your hair.

“Alright- too tired to cook. Let’s just order in ok?”

You nod immediately, digging yourself in more into his body. He smiles at this. You know you shouldn’t be touching him, listening to his dumb rules and letting him control you like this.

But you couldn’t help it. Things were just so much easier when he was happy. You got to eat, watch tv, and sure, you hated touching him, but he was just so warm.

That’s why, fast forward to now, you let him cling onto you in bed. Whining bout his day and how he doesn’t have enough time with you. How if he could just open your rib cage and snuggle inside, stay warm and with you forever he would. You think he’s crazy, weird, gross, but you don’t comment on it. You let him think your okay with all this, you let him nibble on your collarbone and let him whisper how he’s never gonna let you go, how your his for life and how he loves you like none before.

He’s warm. You notice. You notice his heartbeat, his breath on your collarbone, his eyes full of hearts and swelling with love. The way he huffs every time you slightly move away.

“H-hey umm I need to use the toilet can you move-“

“Can I come?”

Oh god.

Geto-

His rules were unknown honestly. He didn’t outright say any, he wanted you to think you had freedom. Like you weren’t being held hostage in his home. As if you were just his lover living with him. Like you had free rein.

As if he didn’t lock the bedroom door every night, thinking you were fast asleep. Like he didn’t keep track of every time you used the restroom, the shower, did your skincare and ate. As if he didn’t have those times and dates and stamps of every time you did so, so he could keep track of every little thing you did.

He wanted you to be happy and free in your home, he called it. After it all, he built it on all your necessities, all the things you use and like, so it is your home. It was made for you.

But there are the unspoken rules.

He hates when you get up from bed in the night, to go use the restroom. He wakes up in a jump, eyes wide and exploring the room, his hands roughly shoving the blankets off the bed to see your not there.

He panics. And he knows he shouldn’t. There are alarms everywhere, he has a tracker on you, he knows when you leave and when you stay and where you are at all times. He gets up quickly however, feet scampering to the bathroom door where he knocks on it slightly, asking you to come out.

He’s always been an okay-amount of clingy. But he panics a lot. He doesn’t show it- but he does. He thinks you’ll leave, you’ll die- or something. Maybe someone else will snatch you- a “monkey” or some curse. He’s seen the real world he knows how dangerous the average person can be so could you imagine blood thirsty curses? Ready to swipe your small body at any second and have you for a second dinner?

He’d never let that happen.

And he wants you to reassure him. He won’t ask for it but he needs it. Desperately. Tell him you won’t leave, you won’t die, that your safe- that he’s safe. That you’ll be together forever.

But you don’t. Because you hate him.

You use to, when you two were actually friends- no, best friends. You’d tell him all the time that he was safe with you, that your his best friend and you’d make sure that the both of you live a long and healthy life- together.

And that’s what stayed in his mind. Why’d you break your promise? Why’d you have to stop telling him these sweet things? Is it not true anymore? Are we not safe? Are you gonna leave- be taken away? Don’t leave.

He wakes from a bitter nightmare that same night. A treacherous feeling crawling his spine, panic in his eyes and his body thrashing. He looks at you. His sweet Angel. You could never do him wrong. But he needs your comfort, your reassurance.

“Angel? Angel wake up, please.”

You refused to, ignoring his please. The truth is, his panicking in his sleep woke you long ago, but you didn’t want to wake him up from his little nightmare. You perhaps wanted him to suffer just a little longer.

“Angel? P-please just..”

You rolled your eyes, body facing away from him on your side, still faking your sleep. He could deal with this on his own. You know one of his huge rules was to comfort him and nurse him like you used to- one of his unspoken rules. You know this because just a day after he kidnapped you, he came home with what he called “monkey blood” all over him.

He wanted you to clean him. Tell him to stop calling humans monkeys. He wanted you to bring him back, to keep him from the evil that plastered his mind. Because you were the only one who kept him a clear head, that kept him sane and on earth. Otherwise, who knows what he’d be now?

That day, when you didn’t comfort him, the day after he kidnapped you, he became desperate. Begging you almost, but then he stopped. Like a cloud of indifference and anger covered his eyes and he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into a closet and locking you in.

You screamed, yelled, begged him to let you out. You went through all stages of grief basically, angrily screaming, then begging, tearing up, then calming down and crawling into a little ball in the corner of the closet. It was dark, cold, miserable. Dust got in your hair and eyes, you tried to dust it away with your hands but you felt so dirty. You just hoped he’d let you out soon.

He only left you for an hour or two- you don’t really remember. He didn’t wanna be too harsh on your first punishment. He still loved you after all, you were just being a brat. But then he dragged you out and sat you down at the dinner table. He acted like nothing was wrong, smiling at you and picking up a spoon of the food he made. He put it to your mouth, trying to feed you. You shook and trembled. You knew you couldn’t say no, or who knows how long he’d keep you in that damn closet? At least you’re free now right? You ate the food off his spoon, and let him feed you for the rest of dinner.

He was so incredibly happy that you were obeying him so early in the “relationship”, that he didn’t put you back into the closet, but instead let you watch tv. Of course, not without him sitting under the couch, while you sat on the sofa with your legs dangling on his shoulders, brushing his hair and braiding it like you did when you two were best friends. Before things changed.

“Angel please, I need you.” He almost whimpered.

You sighed, and got up, turning your body to him. “What was the dream bout this time?”

He’s always had nightmares, about different things. When you were best friends, he refrained from telling you them. Just wanted you to tell him it was okay, he just wanted to hear your voice and be lulled back to sleep.

Now he won’t shut up about them. Shameless, you think.

“Oh Angel.” He pulls you into his chest, a very much unwanted hug, one hand on your head and the other wrapped around your waist, he pulls the covers back on top of the both of you.

“It was terrible. You were hurt, my dear. Don’t you see why I have to keep you? You hurt- that would destroy me, my love.”

His words disgust you, but what really disgusts you is the way you know he isn’t lying. You can hear the genuine concern in his voice, that he genuinely thinks this is helping you, not just for his own selfish desire.

“Oh Angel, if you left- I wouldn’t know what to do.”

And that scares you. That scares you because he knows damn well you can’t leave. The cameras, the security, the alarms and the tracker. The way he tightly holds you as if your going to disappear into thin air. The way your almost out of oxygen with the tight hold, your chest and ribs being smushed against his. You could feel his heart beat, you could feel it trying to pounce out his rib cage.

“I won’t leave.”

What you meant to say is that you can’t leave, there’s no way for you to anyway, but you glance up at him and see that what you said was the right thing to say, a smile adoring his lips as he kissed your head softly.

“My sweet Angel. You always know what to say.”

Or you just know what he wants to hear.

Nanami-

Nanami had so many rules, regulations, all these things you had to remember.

“You need to ask me permission for certain things. Entertainment is a privilege you’ll be rewarded with. I have books and art supplies you’ll be using before screen time. Healthy snacks only- with the exception of dessert after dinner. You don’t get dessert if you’re being bad.”

He sits on the coffee table in front of you, wearing his work clothes, a nice suit and some goggles in his hands. You sit on the sofa in front of him, arms crossed in your chest out of anger but you listen anyway.

“The better you are the more freedom you have, my dear. I’d never want to take away the things that make you happy, but I can’t stop myself if your being bad. I want you in bed by midnight, or you sleep when I do. If I’m late from work and can’t make dinner I’ll send some- you’re not allowed in the kitchen until you get the privilege of it. You have a pantry full of snacks and healthy foods, and a water dispenser until I can come home and make dinner. I will make breakfast every morning.”

His damn rules and regulations go on forever, but at least you know what will make him upset and what won’t.

“Once you can prove your a good girl/boy, I’ll provide you with more electronics for your own entertainment, but screen time will be limited. I expect you to keep up with your hygiene and get enough sleep, eat well and continue your hobbies. I’d like you to greet me in the morning before I leave and at night when I come home- obviously this rule varies on the circumstances of the day.”

You sigh, further sinking into the sofa as he talks you down further.

“In the future, I expect goodbye kisses and greetings. If you ever need anything you just need to ask me. If you’re thinking on picking up a new hobby, you want new clothes, different snacks- I expect you to tell me. And lastly, you are never allowed to go to sleep angry. I know this situation isn’t ideal, but I never want to argue before bed, and sleep angry with each other. We need to hash things out everytime, I don’t think it’s fair to each other, otherwise.”

You just nod, half the things going over your head but you know you should agree.

“Alright I’ll be home early today, okay? Goodbye my dear.” He gets up and stands near the door, waiting.

You look up at him from the sofa, then realize what he’s waiting for.

“Just leave.” You say upset, curling up into the sofa. He frowns, but leaves anyway, waving goodbye.

He had just kidnapped you. What was it the second day? He abducted you last night. Let you in on all the fun rules today.

Great.

Honestly, you’re still freaking out in your head a bit about all this. At first you thought it was some curse disguised as him, but you could sense his cursed energy was all him. No trickery, no fakes, it was him. He fought so hard but you were no match for him.

You definitely could have been, and that makes you laugh. You really could have. But he’s been watching you since high school. Watching your techniques, your moves, the way your body sways in fight and the way you dodge. The way you attack, everything. You’ve fought him plenty of times to train and for fun. You never thought- you never once thought he’d use it against you.

That he memorized your every move, adapted, the way he knew exactly what way you’d fight back, what way you’d dodge what way you’d try and escape.

How could he?

You were so upset, so betrayed. It hurt so much. You curled into yourself, upset, thinking bout the way he basically took advantage of you as friends. You thought you were fighting beside him, were you really just fighting him all along?

That day he came home, and saw you laid out on the couch, dried tears on your cute pink cheeks, your body curled to protect yourself, fast asleep.

He smiles at you, but it’s a soft sentimental one, one that has a hint of sadness.

He didn’t want to hurt you. Genuinely. But he couldn’t help it. Every year, being thrown into a friendzone, every year his obsession for you grew, he wanted you as his wife not best friend, every year he saw himself grow older- and was scared. What if he grew too old to get married? To have a family? Each year you showed the same care you should your friends, nothing grew into sweet love for him, and that scared him. In high school, he waited. Hoping that you’d mature and grow to love him. He stayed by your side hoping he wouldn’t have to do anything drastic.

But the time passes anyway.

And you didn’t seem to change.

And he carries you to your bed, their bed. The bed you share. When he places you down he caresses your head and hair, you kick him away in your sleep and that hurts him so deeply. He locks the door, sits on your bed and watches you. He had to do this. Don’t you see?

The way you would smile at him, laugh with him, love his seriousness and fight beside him. He loved that all about you. You two were meant for more then a measly friendship right?

He pulls you to him in your sleep, cuddling your unconscious body, snuggling his face into your nape and softly pecking your collarbone. He smiles at the way you whine in your sleep, trying to push him away and stop being smothered.

But he loves to smother you- he won’t stop. He lays almost on top of you, head in your nape, as he softly caressed your waist and hips, pecking your collarbone, smiling dazedly, almost drunk, off the cute sleeping sounds that leave your mouth, the breaths that leave your nose, the soft heaving of your chest.

He loves how domestic this is. His wife/hubby, his adorable lover and partner. His equal and forever. He believes that you two have always been together, that you’ve always cared for him as much as he cared for you- you just don’t realize it.

He eyes become heavy. Being in your arms (not that you were trying to keep him there), reminds him how relaxed he feels in them, that they make him drowsy and almost high off the feeling. His body almost slumps over, un-tensing. He had a long day of work. It was nice to come home to his loved one, to be in your arms, to be held and to hold.

If he could stay like this forever, the time not continuing, just you and him in a warp of space where time doesn’t exist, where you could be one. Where he could cherish you and spoil you forever and ever- reliving the lovely memories from when you were young.

A smile softly sets on his face as he falls asleep snuggled to you, he thinks, that he doesn’t need to live in the past. You two can make new memories, better ones. Memories, where you actually love him, not just as a friend, but as a lover.

His lover.

Toji-

He didn’t really have rules for you. He didn’t care too much about physical affection, sure he liked the average kiss on the cheek before he left to assassin some idiot. He wanted your attention obviously, but he didn’t mind you being a brat and never giving it to him.

“Alright I’m going to work.” He’s waiting for you. He’s waiting for you to run up to him and kiss his cheeks, tell him you love him, at least wish him goodbye. He felt desperate. Sad. He wanted you to just- why are you being so bratty?

“I’m going to work.”

He’s at the door, hand on the handle. You’re sitting on the couch. He lets you watch tv, sometimes he’s happy when you accidentally come across the news channel and see all the disgusting shit on the news, all those disgusting heinous crimes. Maybe someday you’ll see those and understand. Know that he did this all for you, it’s all for your own good. As cliche as that sounds.

“Im going-“ “Ok I get it!” You basically yelled.

He seemed startled. That’s when he starts to wonder if he was giving you too much freedom. You yelled at him. How could you? You want him gone, you want him to leave.

Alright he’ll give you what you want.

That day he came home, and cleared out the pantries and locked up the fridge. He left the next morning, telling you he had some mission that’ll last a few days. You just shrugged at him like normal, pretty happy you’d get a break from him.

But you didn’t realize his plan. His stupid crazy fucking smart plan. You opened the pantry. Nothing, just a few things you can’t really eat. Like a half full jar of peanut butter, uncooked pasta, some can of tuna. You opened the other drawers and cabinets. Condiments only basically. Salts and spices. But where was the food? Ok, it’s fine. You’ll cook something, grab some things in the fridge- wait what? Why was there.. a lock? Why’s it locked? It was never locked- oh. He did this. This is your punishment.

No, you’ll take it. If he wants to be an ass- you’ll just be even pettier and go with it. Then he’ll know not to test you right? He’ll essentially get worried that your not eating, then go buy more food and unlock the fridge.

Boom. Great plan right? Wrong.

Your stomach growled. It was what, the third day in to not eating? You thought you had more resistance then that- that you could hold back for longer. But no, your stomach was in pain and you felt yourself growing weaker.

You felt yourself getting desperate.

You decided to emergency call Toji. He had one attached to the security, where you could only call him, if ever an emergency while he wasn’t home.

You went up to the little screen on the wall next to the door, an iPad connected to all the security, well only he could access that part. What you could access, is the emergency call. But before you pressed the button to call you stopped yourself. Fuck you were hungry, but you couldn’t give in. Plus you knew he was angry. He wouldn’t just give in.

You needed to sweeten him up. You knew that he won’t just give in if you ask for food.

You slightly press the button, hearing it ring for a second before he picked ul and answered.

“What?”

Normally, he’d be asking if your okay, if you needed him, what’s the emergency. You know, all that. When he was actually worried. You gulped.

“O-oh! Yeah I called because I umm.. I miss you?” Yeah, not so convincing.

“Yeah, doll?”

“..yeah. When you coming home?”

“I don’t know.”

… He’d never answer like that before. He was being so dry? What was his plan? But then, the hunger, the dizziness, the weakness in your bones- you started to overthink. You started to think that perhaps he wasn’t coming home. He was going to leave you forever in this locked cage, alone, to die. And then you thought, what if his mission is going bad? And that’s why he isn’t being clear? What if he really doesn’t know when he’s coming home because where he is, is so dangerous he isn’t sure if he even will come home?

But if he dies, you die. If he dies, you die. If he dies you die if he dies you-

“TOJI please! Please please come home I can’t- I can’t be here alone anymore- I need you. Please Toji don’t die-“

“Die? Doll? What’s wrong?”

You start to sniffle, thinking about your own death. Thinking about different ways you’d die out, and all leads to one- alone. You didn’t wanna starve to death alone. You couldn’t.

“P-please? Come home? Miss you..” the genuine upsetness in your voice seriously surprised him.

“Ok doll. I think I can get home by tonight ok?”

“Toji?” You ask softly, sniffling.

“Yeah doll?”

“I feel so sick.” You whine, clearing your throat.

It’s like you could feel him smile from the other end. “Alright doll, don’t worry, m’ coming home soon. I’ll bring you some things on my way back. Kay?”

You nod, even though you know he can’t see you nod, he chuckled over the line as if he did.

This time, when he comes home, grocery bags in hand, you run up to him to greet him. Never like you used to.

It’s funny, you almost jumped on the man, you almost hugged him, you stopped yourself before you could, your mind reminding you that he’s your captor. That you hate him, that he tricked you and he’s evil and- oh but he’s so warm. You haven’t felt physical affection for so long. And he’s just so big like a cuddly bear. And you just- you can’t have him leave again okay? This isn’t fault. You’re not about to hug him because you want to, okay? It’s just.. you don’t want him to starve you again ok? Really it’s not because you.. you think he’s so cuddly. You think he’s so warm and inviting. And you could smell the food wafting from the bags he held- did he buy takeout? Oh my god- and from your favorite fucking place-

You softly put your hands around his waist, head on his chest, just holding him gently, scared that perhaps that wasn’t him but some figment of your imagination.

“Oh sweeeheart, you missed me that much, hm?”

You just nod, feeling disgusted but oh so satisfied. You don’t wanna look at him, you know you’ll be met with some smug smirk, that smirk showing that he knows he won, that now, you won’t exactly take him for granted.

“I brought take out cmon.”

Tehe I’d let them take me 😋 anyway, thank you sm for the ask! Requests are open yall! Also feel free to give me commentary! I don’t rlly write so 😭

[gutsby]

dark!Joel explaining to you how reader-proofed the bunker, because you're his now and he's never ever letting you go.

BESTIE THEY’RE GONNA LOCK US UP FOR THIS 😭😭

Just like Joel LOL okay here we gooooooo…

Confines

Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader

TW: NONCON, Stockholm Syndrome (not the 1D song). Unprotected p-in-v. Bondage. Blindfolding. Dacryphilia. Daddy kink. Choking. Somno. Slapping. Possessiveness.

Good morning kisses from Joel Miller rarely landed anywhere but your cervix. The head of his cock had a funny way of mimicking lips with a tap tap tap at the back of your cunt, like a lover leaving a trail of gentle pecks across your cheeks to rouse you out of your sleep. However, this was no kiss at all, and Joel was no lover. Most times, the man barely seemed to tolerate you at all.

Which was why you’d grown accustomed to the nudge of his cock between your soft, wet, and sensitive walls first thing in the morning, every morning, no matter how often you’d told him you didn’t want to do it like that.

This time, when you blinked to find the outline of his face in the morning’s first light, you were met with a blindfold. When you lifted your hands to steady yourself against the bed, the floor, his chest, just anything to keep you tethered, you felt a pinch at both wrists. They were pinned to the headboard above you, hanging limply as Joel’s thrusts sent the metal frame clanging to the wall.

A warm, stubbled mouth found the side of your face. Just as you flinched, it let out a breathy chuckle,

“Mornin’ dar—”

“Take it off.”

You surprised yourself with how fast the words came. Most times it would have taken a minute or more to regain your bearings after being woken up by Joel’s cock.

The bandana around your eyes just freaked you out. The rope fastenings, too, sent a shockwave of fear straight through to your heart. Your ankles—free, fortunately—kicked around at Joel’s feet in protest as his hips shook and snapped against yours, splitting you open to him.

The lips that rested above your cheek pressed a kiss to it. A real one, this time.

You almost wished it’d been a slap instead. You turned your face away and started to say, ‘Joel’ in vehement disgust, when the mouth left another kiss. Then another.

“Got a surprise for ya, baby—”

And another.

“—just hold still, alright?”

What meager amount of food you’d been able to keep down in the time you’d spent with this psychopath seemed to sour in your stomach at his words. There he was kissing you, holding you, fucking you into the bed against your will, all while speaking so cloyingly sweet.

“Just get it over with,” you seethed, fighting back the upsurge of bile as you spoke through your teeth.

Much to your dismay, the man kept peppering kisses along your jaw as he took you like that kind lover might. Then he made his way up to your lips and claimed them, too, and in between bites of, ‘Fuck off’ from you and ‘Feel so good’ from him, he managed to kiss you. Deep.

His lower half continued to stutter against your own in gentle, shallow thrusts, and with every brush of his cock inside you, your body became a traitor to your mind.

“Fuck y— ah,” you finished in a whimper when the head of him grazed a particularly sensitive ridge. Joel grinned.

“Alright?”

Is it alright I’m fucking you now? Is this okay?

“No,” you snapped at the silent query, shaking your head.

And, at a time when a less patient Joel might’ve slapped you across the face for rejecting his advances, this Joel just pulled you closer. Loosened the restraints around your wrists until your hands dropped to either side of you and finally hoisted you up to sit in his lap, straddling him.

That sweet spot inside you was practically punctured by his cock at this new angle; you let out a soft whine into Joel’s shoulder, and he started stroking your hair.

“I know, I know,” he murmured softly.

But he didn’t. He didn’t.

You clenched your jaw to suppress another sound.

“What…surprise?” you finally choked instead of moaned.

At that, Joel seized your hips firmly in his hands and started working your body in circles against him. Every time you tried to jump up in protest—and pleasure—he’d slam you back down on his cock and keep at it, adamant.

Still soft as he spoke to you: “Guess.”

You were slightly ashamed you had to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning again. But damn, he felt nice.

“You’re letting me go.”

“Correct.”

“Huh?”

You would’ve bit him again had he not pulled you into his chest and sank his member even deeper between your walls. You felt instantly suffocated and filled to the brim, but you couldn’t deny the spark of joy that came to flicker at the pit of your stomach. He was letting you go?

“I mean it, baby. Won’t keep ya tied up no more.” Joel was panting into your hair as his hips started working a feverish pace against you. It was all you could do to hold tight and keep your moans contained; he was drawing your pleasure out with every graceless, desperate stab.

“R-Really?”

As if to answer, wordlessly, Joel tugged at your blindfold.

At first it barely loosened far enough to uncover your eyes, then it inched down your cheeks, painstakingly slow, then it dropped to your collarbone. You were still blinking through tiny, modulating pinpricks of light and an obscure haze when you felt him squeeze the fabric.

The red bandana hung loose around your neck now, but Joel kept a grip on the material as your vision adjusted.

When you blinked twice more, you understood why.

“Where are we?!”

But a very pussydrunk Joel Miller was busy using your body like a bona fide fleshlight. Working you up and down his cock in short, vicious strokes, grunting into your neck, sinking his fingers into your flesh just deep enough to wring a couple pained whimpers out from your lips. You were still straddling his hips, staring over his shoulder as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“What…is this…place?” Your voice curtailed to a breath.

“Home,” Joel answered.

Home. You had to believe he was kidding.

Surely no person in their right mind could confine you to a windowless, subterranean bunker and call that home.

Then you remembered this man was fucking insane.

Your gaze surveyed the full length of the room by turns. In total, it couldn’t have been wider than four or five of the beds you were sitting on, placed side-by-side, and the walls were slate grey. Concrete boxed you in from all angles. A single, bare bulb hung from a chain overhead, and in its glow, you saw a whole hell of a lot of nothing.

Nothing but dust bunnies and dismal, hellish desolation. Nothing but a stripped-down bed and Joel, still fucking you on it. Nothing by way of a door, even, save for what appeared to be some small wooden panel in the ceiling.

In short, it was solitary confinement as soon as Joel left. Prison for you, and pure, unadulterated control for him.

You pressed your palms to either one of his shoulders and tried to lift yourself off him, but the gesture was fruitless. Joel already had an ironclad grip on your shoulder and was anchoring you to his frame as he fucked you. All you could do was sit there and be bounced up and down on his shaft and stare, unflinchingly, at the space there before you.

“You said…said you were letting me go.”

Against your will, tears were welling up.

Joel just stroked your shoulder, then the rest of your back. Then he hummed as if acknowledging something.

“I am,” he insisted, “You’re free, darlin’.”

Before you could object, he continued,

“Free to use this place however you please.”

“W-W-What the fuck is it, even?! Huh?”

You hated how high-pitched your voice had gotten as the realization began to settle over you. This was home. This was freedom. This was life for you, now, in a makeshift bunker beneath your captor’s home. A nightmare.

Joel seemed to resent the tone of your voice, too. Securing a tighter grip, he slammed his cock straight down to the hilt, and for a second, you saw his mask slip.

“This ain’t good enough?” he growled.

The head of his cock carved an angry, erratic shape in your cunt as he thrusted into you at an even wilder pace. You bounced and groaned and hated yourself for whining into each stroke with a welt of pleasure.

“I wanna go home,” you whimpered, at war with yourself.

You’d never felt so aroused and terrified at once, and you could no longer swallow the sounds that were clawing their way up your throat. When Joel yanked you backward to get a closer look at your face, you felt weak.

“You don’t like this?” He made a point to punctuate ‘like’ with a particularly merciless thrust—one that grazed your g-spot and nearly sent stars flying before your eyes.

“Home,” you just keened again, feeling pathetic.

Suddenly, you were flipped to your front on hands and knees. Joel was taking you from behind in no time at all, cock stretching you out in a series of violent pumps.

“This is home,” he spat, “This is your home. Forever.”

Next, the friction from his cock felt like it could’ve started a fire with how fast he was fucking you. Ruthless, reckless, pitiless, and above all else, punishing you for not accepting his gift with open arms. Just when you feared he might yank on your hair, Joel reached for the bandana around your throat instead and hoisted you up to him like the fabric was a leash. You coughed at once.

“Joel!”

“What? This hurt?”

‘Yes’ was barely able to make it past your windpipe with how tight he was twisting the bandana around your neck. He pulled your back flush to his chest and made a point to ignore your breathless, half-spluttered cries as he tongued a wet stripe up the side of your face.

You didn’t realize it then, but he was licking your tears.

“Keep cryin’. Only makes me harder,” he said in your ear.

If you weren’t presently fighting for the ability to breathe, his statement might’ve sent a chill through your body. But as it was, your lungs were waging the battle of a lifetime, and your cunt wasn’t that much better off.

The pleasure continued to build.

You didn’t want it to. Didn’t want him to be the cause.

But it did, and he was. When you clenched around Joel, you heard what sounded like a laugh, then felt three thick fingers slide down to stretch your folds apart.

“‘S’my good little fuckhole,” he sneered. Then, working circles and feeling you buckle under his touch, “Can’t breathe, but she needs to cum on daddy’s cock, huh?”

Something pulsed inside you, and you sensed that it was Joel’s cock twitching within your walls—gloating with that filthy little tidbit between his teeth as he fucked you and drew more strangled moans than he could count. Against every cry in your brain and what remained of your better judgment, you lowered your hand to grip Joel’s forearm. Instead of trying to pry him off, you pushed him in and, for the first time, nodded your head.

“Yes, daddy,” you hissed. Half-breathing.

Joel’s grip tightened on the bandana, and his digits rubbed in even quicker circuits. His cock continued to plunge in and out of you, squelching loud in your ears.

Just when the first shameful crest of your climax began to rise, you were thrust back onto the bed, face-first.

Joel followed you in one fluid, forceful motion and was at the side of your head in an instant, panting in your ear. Still pounding you from behind, but now in prone bone—taking on all the quality and vigor of a wild beast as he fucked you into the mattress and draped his whole body overtop yours. You were splayed out and defenseless, but, importantly, not fighting against him for once. That zeppelin-esque swell of pleasure had blossomed to the size of half your body, it seemed, and right now, all that was left to your mind was finding release on Joel’s cock.

And home.

Home, home, home—almost hell on earth—but home.

Joel grinned, and his eyes searched yours from beside you. You stared right back and met with a bottomless pit.

Then his hips dug into yours once more, driving deeper than he’d been all night, and those two sets of empty, lifeless eyes peering into one another pinched inward with pleasure. You both reached your peak, and your bodies moved in sync, and then spasmed some, writhed a bit, and Joel fisted the hair at the back of your head in some senseless, desperate plea and just kissed you.

You didn’t fight back.

This was home.

For now.

For anyone (no one) who was curious to see my creative process in bringing this dumbass story to life:

[youryanderedaddy]

Summary: You're a princess locked in a tower and guarded by a big, scary dragon. But is he as scary as it seems? tw: female reader, deceit, manipulation, murder (not reader), stockholm syndrome(?) My ko - fi <3

As the youngest princess, you'd always known you would end up like this. In some far off land with little to your name other than some jewels, stuck in a tower just like your mother had been before she got married to a foreign lord, and finally allowed to re-join society. It was such a cliche it was funny at first, but now you just felt like screaming at the top of your lungs from boredom.

At first you didn't feel the unknown presence. The tall man was lurking in the shadows, as if part of the ancient building. You could smell the herbs in the air around him - the minthy fragrance trailing long after he had retired to his chambers. Then little by little you started to recognise him - in certain shades of sunlight, in the back of mirrors, in the tiny lizards crawling at the corners of the stone walls. But nothing could prepare you for that first morning when you saw him - really saw him.

You had woken up early, startled by noise reminiscent of that a bird makes during flight - but multiplied tenfold. You had looked through the window with a weak, fluttering heart. And then you saw his true form - massive yellow wings covered in what looked like pure gold burning brightly in the sky. Long, hard body made of sun - kissed flakes; so sharp they could be used as arrows. And a thin, curled tail drawing circles around your tower.

One of his empty moonlit eyes turned towards you, and it was all over. He immediately dissapeared into thin air, the only evidence of his existence being miles of thick gray smoke. But you weren't going to let the only living creature around run away so easily.

"I saw you!" You screamed long before you could even begin thinking of proper etiquette. Ladylike behavior be damned, you were dying of loneliness in this stupid tower. "Please..." You begged, voice hoarse and desperate from weeks of forced silence. "Come here." You continued ruefully, playing with your hair, chest riddled with anxiety - after all you hadn't spoken to a human being in so long.

You heard a long, almost pained sigh, which made you turn around. You were greeted by a tall brooding figure. It wore the face of a man, but its long golden hair and broad, muscular shoulders pointed to something a lot less human and a lot more devine. He must have been twice your size - trully intimating in all his shining glory. Even in his human form his skin seemed to glow just like his sharp almond - shaped black orbs, constricted in his yellow pupils.

"I'm always here, Your Highness." You remember his exact words simply because you were taken aback by how soft his voice was - just like fine silk. It wasn't the voice of a dragon, but the voice of an angel. "You just never see me." He added with what you then assumed was a hint of playfulness, but now recognised as annoyance. With that he leaned against the wall, crossing his hands together.

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Many months passed since that fateful day. You slowly got to know your new companion - or perhaps, guardian. You learnt that many called him Cain after the fallen son* - once a strong soldier of the Lohemian Kingdom, his injuries had made it impossible to keep fighting. That's how your father found him - abandoned by his brothers, lying in a mudded puddle of his own blood. The rest was history.

He didn't speak very much - but he never left your questions unanswered.

"Cain..." You'd call out with practised uncertainty. Even so far removed from your peers, you still couldn't escape the twisted societal ideals of propriety. You could never be too eager to speak to a man - even if he wasn't fully human. "Is that your real name?" You wondered, genuinely curious. You slowly looked away from the book you were holding and towards your friend, the book long forgotten. The dragon was sitting in the other corner of the room. Despite all the time you had spent together so far, he was still hesitant to come near you. There was a certain stiffness in his strong shoulders - as well as his jaw.

"Princess..." The man mumbled softly, your heart aching by the sheer tenderness of the term. Usually you'd pay it no mind as it was your right from birth, your title - but titles didn't matter here. There was no place for status or riches between those four intimate walls that always felt small despite the spacious squares. "Don't you know curiousity got the cat's tongue?" He responded with a crooked smile that didn't quite reach his eyes - even his smiles were serious and stoic.

"You have it all wrong." You huffed, standing up from your comfortable chair just to make a big, dramatic gesture with your hands. "It's curiosity killed the cat." You stated confidently, waving your finger at the dragon. He let out a soundless chuckle and averted his gaze away from you. He still couldn't get over the fact that you weren't afraid of him.

"Whatever my Princess says, goes." Cain teased, eyes narrowing further - now they looked like two pitch black slits. He tuck one disobedient lock of gold behind his pointy ear, making the glass beads of his earring jingle in tone. "Just don't say I didn't warn you." He whispered with slight condescension, toying with the dancing little crystals. "My name is Kaajin, if you must know. I doubt you can spell it. It's in Lohemian." He suddenly stared at you as if in a challenge. "Does this change anything? Anything at all."

You shook your head - of course no. There was little your protector could do to make your feelings change; not when you had been so terribly alone without him. Not when he looked at you as if you were precious - breakable, yet precious.

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The days went by slowly. There was nothing there to help pass the time - just your voice and his voice blending together in the echo of the tower. Again and again and again.

"Entertain me." You asked authoritatively, looking at your friend from down below while you were sitting on the ground. You were bored - so very bored. "I don't remember ever signing up to be your personal jester, my Princess." Cain, no, Kaajin replied succinctly, showing off two pointy fangs - and you couldn't help recalling the story of the Sleeping Beauty and the spindle that sent her into deep, eternal slubmer. You wondered how his teeth would feel against your finger - and your throat. Whether they'd tire you or save you with the kiss of true love.

"Please?" You asked sweetly, just the way he liked - just like you had done that cold winter day in December when you first met face to face. It seemed to work, because soon after that you could feel him move through the room with a tired step - ever so dramatic, closing in on you. "Sure." The dragon breathed in your ear, enjoying the way the flesh quickly reddened with emotion. He reached behind the sensitive shell and slowly waved his fingers just short of your nose. In his hand just milimeters from you was hanging a thin silver chain with a little red rose dangling down. "Here. Have fun." He let it slip past his slender fingers and you swiftly reached to catch it before it could break in thousand pieces.

"What am I supposed to do with it?" You asked, puzzled - still looking at the delicate bracelet and the way it seemed to come alive under direct sunlight. "I am not a child." You suddenly puffed, stuffing it into the pocket of your long skirts. Kaajin only clicked his tongue, gently tugging at your wrist until you took it out of your pocket. "Don't be so ungrateful." His strict yet plush voice took you out of your little outburst, and you finally looked up. His eyes were measuring you up, scanning for any hidden movement - any secret emotion. "I am a dragon, remember? We tend to be awfuly protective of our things."

Your eyes filled with curiosity once again. "You mean your jewels?" He nodded rhytmically, trying to keep his composure at the mention of his old, forgotten customs. "I've read some stories about dragon kings stealing piles of golden coins and locking them away for all eternity. "You chuckled to yourself. "Like they could ever use them." Even after all those years you still found the thought amusing. Humans spent their youth slaving away so they could waste the money gained once they were old and wise. Dragons, on the other hand, were satisfied with holding onto wealth and jewels and all those shiny human things - with little understanding of the subejctive value they held in the human world.

"Yes. It's true indeed. Dragons-" Your guard nodded yet again, now somewhat uneasy. "We take good care of our..." He averted his eyes far away from you. "treasures." He finished stiffly, gaze basically burning the ground. "So you shouldn't take my gift lightly. You should wear it with pride. And perhaps in time you'd find another use for it, too." The man explained, a slight blush spreading across his usually high, cold cheeks.

You smiled gingerly, kissing your fingers around the chain before pressing it to your chest - close to your heart.

"I shall cherish it forever, then." You exclaimed, feeling warm inside. You were uncertain as to why, but your stomach was spinning wildly, as if filled with bubbles. "But you still owe me some fun." You giggled, running to start the old phonograph in the corner of the room. It was your favourite thing in the whole world - which didn't mean a lot up here, but it was enough to make your legs move on their own.

As you danced to Vaarlen's famous spring waltz, the air seemed lighter and the cramped hall just slightly more grandiose. It was easier to breathe. You extended your hand towards your dragon, asking him to join.

"You know I don't dance, princess." He grunted, his mood souring. He never told you why he hated it so much, but the man was never too fond of music. Still, you decided to try again. "Oh, come on. Just this once." He didn't seem convinced. "Let me teach you as a thank you gift. I'm serious." You tapped your chest playfully. The man rolled his eyes, then gently took your hand in his. You almost broke into a giddy giggle - for the first time since your family locked you up in the rotten tower you felt happy.

And he always gave into you.

So you two danced, both lost to the music and your own racing thoughts. Kaajin kept his distance, but his hold was strong onto your wrist - unrelenting, like he never wanted to let go. Your body twisted and turned, perfectly synced to the chords, blind to the pass of time. You only realized it had become evening once your back hit the window - it was dark outside. Yet another day gone. Yet another day lost.

"Kaajin..." You could feel the tears burning at your wet lashes before you could stop yourself. You had promised yourself not to think about it anymore - not today, or ever for that matter, but it was impossible once you were faced with the Creator of All. The Master of everything, of everyone - time. How could you ever pretend otherwise?

"Do you think-" You bit the inside of your cheek, your hands fighting the guilt as you let go of his. "Do you think my father would ever let me go into the outside world?"

The guard gulped dry, taking a step back to give you space.

"I-" He took a deep breath, gaining the courage to look at you. "I don't know. The war is still going. Your kingdom has lost many brave men and women. Even the strongest soldiers are starting to capitulate." He couldn't bear to look at your pretty face all messed up by the pain and sorrow, but it was for the best.

"I understand." You muttered, turning your back to him - curling back into yourself. You felt his arms wrap around you, and you remained quiet - neither fighting it, nor embracing it. "Don't cry, my princess." The man whispered. "No matter what happens, I will always be by your side." He meant it. You knew it by now, and that only made it all the more tragic. "I swear on my life." You believed him, you had no reason not to - he was the only one you had left.

As for your father, he couldn't really give a proper order now, Kaajin thought. After all, dead men tell no tales.

[boy-pussyyy]

ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ (ᴄᴀᴛ!ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ᴀᴜ) 🐈

characters: SYLUS (love and deepspace), silco (arcane), NANAMI, geto (jjk), chrollo (hxh), AIZAWA, overhaul (bnha), SUGA (haikyuu)

tw: ddde, noncon, fake stockholm syndrome, mild electrocution, spanking, gore, mindbreak, reader does not have a good time, not beta'd

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

"what did we learn?"

broken sobs are his only answer, your body trembling in his unyielding hold. you choke on a gasp, the sharp tang of dried blood lingering in your mouth.

calloused hands manoeuvre you up onto his chest. he wipes your tears, other hand moving to grab your tail. fire laces up your spine, and you whine into his collarbone.

"don't be a brat," he snaps. "if you can't give me an answer, we're starting over."

tears burn behind your eyelids, threatening to spill over at the mere thought of repeating the torture.

he lifts your chin to meet his steely gaze, and shame burns in your belly as you recall how you'd gotten into this situation in the first place.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

it had been weeks of playing along; being a perfect captive, a loving pet who wakes him up by lapping at his cock untill it's leaking, fat droplets of precum heavy on your tongue when he comes to. a soft body who eagerly greats him each night after a long day at work.

in return, he spoils you rotten, gifting you the best fish money can buy, crystal nail files, the softest beds and blankets.

you have everything you could possibly want. everything except freedom.

he'd caught you eyeing the windows once, the beginnings of a reprimand on his tongue until he saw what had caught your attention.

a yellow bird perched on the windowsill.

he huffed in amusement, smiling at the way your tail swished back and forth.

the world had narrowed into the bird before you. you crouched low, manicured nails extending into claws, as you leapt—

only for him to catch you before you could smack into the glass.

he chuckles at the glare you give him. "Oh kitten, where would you be without me?"

he gave you a collar that night. a shiny metal band embedded with diamonds.

"a pretty collar for my pretty pet."

it took every ounce of your self control not to scratch his eyes out when he clipped it onto your slender neck, claws digging into your palms when he pressed a kiss to your nose.

you decide right there and then that you'd spent enough time gaining his trust. you're a predator, not a stupid pet.

you start planning your escape in the days to come. you know his schedule by heart. he always leaves for work at the same time. every door and window is locked, except the awning leading to the backyard since that's where he hangs the laundry to dry.

it's twenty minutes after he pulls out of the driveway when you spring into action.

you lose track of the time it takes you to shimmy through the window but the sun is high in the sky when you finally squeeze out the other side.

you sprint across the yard, heart soaring as you feel the sun on your face and the grass beneath your feet for the first time since he'd captured you.

but your joy is short lived when a jolt of pain laces down your body, joints locking as you hit the ground hard.

you've barely gotten to your feet when the backyard door swings open, revealing your captor.

and he looks livid.

his chest heaves, eyes narrowed as he clutches a strange-looking device in his hand.

"get over here. now."

you hiss, bearing your teeth at him as you dig into the collar, willing the stupid piece of metal to give.

there's no warning when the same sensation runs through your spine and you seize. it's as if you've been set on fire, a seering pain seeping into every part of your body, into your very bones.

you're dragged into the house by the scruff of your neck, and you scream as you're thrown onto the bed.

he folds his sleeves up, revealing his muscular forearms as he stalks towards you. "I'm giving you one last chance to apologise and maybe I'll lessen your punishment if you're convincing enough."

you glare at him with your back to the headboard. "i hate you."

his patience snaps and he lunges. a scream is torn from your throat as he grabs you, trashing when you're put over his knee.

you hear the slap before you feel it. then the pain settles in. you shriek as he brings his hand down in quick succession, setting your backside aflame.

"I've treated you like a queen. spoiled you rotten, and this is the thanks i get?" he lands three consecutive slaps at the last few words, heedless of the way you cry and scream.

"s-stop— stop!"

he doesn't relant, hands firm on your trembling frame. a shudder goes through you when he grabs your tail, legs kicking uselessly as he wraps it around his palm like a bandage before yanking.

you howl, claws raking back in reflex. something catches on your nail, as you cut through something hot and fleshy.

"fuck!"

the world spins as you're shoved off him. you scramble to your feet, poised to run, but your breath catches at the sight before you.

blood drips from his right eye, pooling on the silken sheets. despite the angle and his hand blocking the wound, you know that your nails had done its damage. and your heart stops when he pins his burning gaze on you.

you half expect him to break your hand for your insubordination, when he slinks off to the nearby dresser. there's a metallic sound as he rumanages through it but you don't for a second take your eyes off him.

he removes his hand and this time you do gasp when you see the state his eye is in. ignoring the no-doubt burning pain, he stalks over to you, taking advantage of your shell-shocked state to cuff your hands to the bedframe.

his breath is hot on your face and you flinch when blood drips onto your lips.

he tugs at the handcuffs, testing the hold before he snatches your treacherous hand up. "do you know what happens to insolent strays who hurt their masters?

"they get declawed."

it isn't until he brings pliers to your nails that the reality of your situation sinks in.

you trash in his hold but by then it's too late. he pins your kicking legs down under his thighs with ease, ignoring every plea that slips from your bitten lips.

you gag violently, expelling the contents of your stomach with the first nail is ripped off.

you're delirious with pain once the fifth nail has been pried off; babbling apologies and promises to never run away again.

by the time he's done, black spots cloud your vision and you can do nothing more than tremble in his grip, dripping in blood and sweat. ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

a sharp slap to your cheek brings you back to the moment. you blink the spots away, shrinking back when you meet his darkened gaze.

"so what did we learn?"

your voice is hoarse when you speak, throat sore due to all the screaming. "n-not to... to run away."

"is that it?" the disappointment in his tone makes you whimper and you hasten to correct yourself.

"that you have my-my best interests at h-heart and i- I'm stupid and i shouldn't leave you. a-and i... i love you," you add weakly, hoping it would appease him.

the furrow between his eyebrows smooths out and he pets the top of your head; gently, the way he used to do on this very bed when the two of you cuddled after a round or two.

"it's my fault," he sighs and you melt at the sound. anything is better than his anger. "i misjudged how brainwashed you were with your old colony. how you might still be holding on to any delusions that you belong out there. that you're a wildling and not a pretty little housepet."

his hand lowers to the back of your neck, pulling you into a soft kiss, the kind you used to indulge in when you were bored and he was convenient way to sate your lust.

but then he pulls back and you feel your heart shatter when he utters his next words.

"don't worry, sweetheart, I'll fuck the stupidity out of you. breed you until you're nice and round with my seed. then you'll truly be housebroken."

ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS MK1 | YANDERE!TRIO LIN KUEI

A/N: I finally finished this shit.

smut confectionery event ┆cinnamon cake ┆gang bang, degradation, praise, kidnapping. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "yandere brothers + defenseless darling."୧⊹ ⁺˖ ── SMUT

˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵�� 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 🎀

TW: kidnapping, manipulation, stall syndrome, porn plot, dark smut, afab reader, nicknames like "good boy or good girl" used, praise, degradation, v!sex, blowjob, unprotected sex, breedkink, face fuck, deep throat, rough sex, stimulation, dumbfication, anal sex, degradation, yandere themes, gang bang.

Being in love with someone was complicated, but three people falling in love with the same person was a situation you didn't see every day ─ especially if these three guys in question were the three most powerful in all of China. Bi Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada, all eyeing the same person. You. They didn't know who had been first.

Maybe when Bi Han saw you wandering around the Lin Kuei forests alone and picking some fruits, instead of moving you away from his clan's land he felt the strange urgency to help you. You looked like a deer lost in the snow, ready to be devoured by someone predator ─ the grandmaster himself fit this role well, but from that first instance he just helped you pick the apples you needed and let you go, you had messed with his world without even knowing it.

Maybe it could have been Kuai Liang, when he saw you bathing in the waterfall near his house. The white and loose peasant-style dress fell on your shoulders and clung to your curves due to the coolness of the icy water that accumulated on the smooth stones ─ the ninja pyromancer's focus had quickly shifted to your breasts that moved gracefully in the transparent fabric, begging for attention involuntarily. Your nipples hardened from the cold as he looked at the delicate curvature of your pussy, like a flower that was unopened and needed to be explored. The fire ninja didn't dare to come close to you - just watching you from afar, but his heart was racing, warming his body even more.

Or maybe it was Tomas Vrbada when he first saw you helping Madame Bo in her restaurant. You looked beautiful and oblivious to the smoke ninja's eyes that practically burned you, for you he was just another customer on a night with a lot of customers. But to him, you were the image of perfection he sought after the faith he had lost after losing his family too... He watched your graceful movements and even the way you smiled beautifully while serving his table. He felt his smoke powers go out of control each time he looked deeper into you ── it was like looking at a work of Renaissance art, the longer he looked at the more hidden details he could perceive.

Even with the unusual situation, the three brothers decided to make the best decision, join forces and share you. And the best way to stop anyone from having you was a quick kidnapping. After Bi Han asked Sentir to find everything about you, especially where you lived ─ Tomas used his smoke powers to fill your house with a suffocating gas enough to cause you to faint, without much harm to you obviously. Kuai Liang used his fire powers to overheat the door lock and break it, seeing you lying unconscious to it all... Scorpion's arms wrapped around you as he carried you away and his older brother, Bi Han, led their way guaranteed that no one would question anything after all who would question three ninja assassins?

You had gotten in their way, without even realizing it, you had marked your own destiny. Being woken up with restraints on your wrists and tied to a comfortable bed unlike at home was scary for you and especially seeing the three muscular men watching you in the corner of the room, but what could a weak boy/girl like you do? Just accept fate.

The rules were simple, don't try to escape, and respect everyone there. The words that came out of the grandmaster's mouth were sharp and harsh, demanding linear and blind obedience to them. Kuai Liang agreed with his brother, trying to soften his words with "we just want to keep you safe. And if you obey us you will be rewarded for it."

Tomas on the other hand was still insecure and anxious, with an underlying fear of rejection from you, he stayed quiet and let his older brothers talk while he watched everything. They wouldn't touch you for the first few days, making you comfortable enough in your new life. The best food, clothes and treats you could think of you had now ─ it was a prince's/princess's life, only in a bizarre way and in a narrative twisted by their obsessive minds

˖⁺ ⊹୨ How would they act?

Tomas Vrbada

He would be your caretaker while Kuai and Bi Han went on missions for Lord Liu Kang. He was responsible for making sure you didn't try to escape. But this served to bring the two of you closer together, the silver-haired man was soft, a soft giant. He always made a point of asking how you were, if he needed anything and even let you free from the ropes and chains that his brothers put on you to make sure you wouldn't run away from them. "I'll let you go, but you promise you won't run, right?"

He likes to be with you most of the time. He knows how to share you with his brothers but he prefers to be with you and hug you tightly, keep you protected behind his muscles and stroke your hair. The first time you had sex was also with him ─ the ninja felt over the moon when you said that in front of Kuai and Bi Han, making them respect your decision and let the Czech take you first.

You are treated so well when you have sex with him that it makes you forget that they kidnapped you and you are now in a beautiful cage surrounded by soft pillows and luxury ─ his cock is thick and big enough to give affectionate and warm kisses to one of your uterus, making you moan and writhe beneath him with each compliment that accompanies a thrust of his hips deep into your core.

"So beautiful and so tight my prince/princess, I knew you would like this. Open up more for me please... I can't move with your pretty pussy holding me like that.- FUCK!-" Vrbada is sensitive seeing you cling to him, the result of a stalling syndrome because of the situation you were in. He gives you kisses and praises you every time you suck his dick so well, telling you that you can continue and he will do whatever you want later. "Please make me cum, that's-! Yes... Damn such a beautiful and good mouth, you're a great boy/girl." He protects you from any punishment from Kuai or Bi Han, but if you betray his trust and try to escape, he will be extremely disappointed in you and he will treat you coldly and with sarcasm every time you speak, even refusing to keep you company.

"I should have thought of that before trying to escape." Were the words that left his lips as he just gave you a dark look and closed the door to your room, leaving you alone about your actions.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang is a bit more stoic and closed off than Tomas. He will just look at you a few times and warn you not to try to run away ─ once again telling the false illusion of you being"safe with them" his personality even as Yandere is the perfect balance between strict and calm.

He will use unconventional methods to get you close to him and gain your trust, whether through manipulation convincing you that being with him and his brothers is the best way to live, where you would be kept beautifully there with them just having to be an obedient boy. or he could also be passive aggressive and intimidate you, telling you how he knew exactly where your friends and family lived and that if you tried to run away from Lin Kuei lands you might get a nasty surprise when you got back home... A subtle but functional threat .

Regardless, when you are mentally corrupted enough to cling to him, the fire ninja will take advantage of this opportunity and make you his for nights on end. Fucking you on a soft mattress surrounded by transparent curtains and the wind that bathed you both ─ he would bite, slap your ass while holding your head against the feather pillow making you arch your back even more towards him and giving him the view of your pussy drooling on his cock.

You knew you couldn't enjoy it so much, after all, that man was also responsible for your kidnapping... But you couldn't resist each strong thrust of Scorpion's super heated cock. Whispering how well you're doing, how he likes to see your body bounce with each thrust, how your pussy drools his cock... How you're his. "All i have to do is talk to u, don't I sweetheart? You're a shaking, beautiful mess, you're soaking the cloths baby boy/baby girl ... And my dick too. You're going to clean me up later with that pretty mouth, aren't you? It is?" Kuai Liang would bury his cock even deeper in your pussy, making you practically see stars and look at the eyes behind your skull, making you milk his cock and grip the sheets beneath you.

"I never thought a cute boy/girl like you would be such a greedy slut for cock..." He taunted again as he spilled his hot seed deep into your womb, filling you to the brim and giving one last bite to your neck. He would take care of you after sex, giving you a hot bath but keeping the chains that prevented you from running away from him ─ he is not easy to manipulate, you can convince him to let you free from the bonds after getting close enough and saying that I would never leave him. However, if you try to escape and he catches you he will definitely punish you, he would be angry enough to breed your pussy all night.

Bi Han and Tomas would only hear the banging of the bed against the wall and the grunts of his pyromancer brother as you were fucked into abandonment, even if you begged him to stop that you would behave he would just hold your neck and smirk. "stop? Oh my little dumb boy/girl, you should have thought of that before you tried to run away like a scared bunny- now spread your legs like the good slut you are and let me fill you up again." Kuai Liang would growl as he spit contemptuously into your pussy, his saliva helping his thick cock slide further in and out of your poor little cunt.

Bi Han

Because he's the oldest and has Napoleon syndrome, he really thinks you're there to serve him. You remember the bittersweet memory of having crossed his path for the first time, but you could no longer complain or beg for mercy. Even with the grandmaster's anger and imminent cruelty, he will be protective of you and give you the most expensive things money can buy ─ a tactic to distract you from the situation you are in now and start seeing him and his brothers as perhaps more than you. that just crazy people obsessed with your love.

He would have you on his lap while he did the paperwork, pulling on the chain that was attached to your neck with every inopportune movement you made or if you tried to get off of him."Be a good boy/girl and stay here okay? I can reward you later, maybe something you've wanted for a long time hm?" The ice ninja would speak, bringing you to him again, looking at your face and giving you an icy, expectant kiss on your cheek ─ like a sunny day that hid a night of heavy storms, that was the definition of your captor.

Sex with him is extremely good, making you turn off your brain with each rough thrust he made into your pussy while you sucked his fingers to muffle your moans. You felt his muscular body against his and how his hoarse moans made your pussy get even more wet and drip onto the floor, while you fought to keep your knees from sinking and falling to the floor. "Fuck- you are so fucking beautiful like this... Begging for a cock to fill you. Such a beautiful boy/girl for your master." Bi Han would moan hoarsely and distribute hickeys on your neck, cupping your soft breasts with his hands while he smiled, pleased to see you accept him so well and without question, the three brothers had corrected your behavior and turned you into their broken and corrupted little doll. One, two or three orgasms, maybe you had even squirted on his cock.

At this point you wouldn't even try to run away anymore, you had three men who loved you in a sick way, a comfortable place and being full of cum every night... You were satisfied with your new life or maybe you just settled.

gang bang with the lin kuei trio.

You were filled with Bi Han's cock in your pussy and Tomas followed behind, fucking your ass with half of his cock, your mouth was occupied with Kuai Liang's cock. You felt your brain go numb and go numb with each joint thrust of the ninja trio into your body.

Bi Han's hands found your clit as you moaned into his brother's member, making him smile sadistically ── they were jointly ruining their precious boy/girl. It was beautiful how fat tears fell from your teary eyes and you couldn't protest or say anything, too busy with the taste of Scorpion's warm musk on your tongue.

The smoke ninja's hands went to your hips as you heard his needy moans and how his dick filled your tight hole even without him even putting it all the way in.

Your womb had cold kisses given by the grandmaster's fat cock, making you lean on Liang's muscular thighs while he pulled your head and made your nose touch his pelvis. The voices mixed in your ears, and you just let yourself be deliciously destroyed by the three men. "You're close... Almost there... But not yet... Not until I feel you cumming around my cock again..." He pants heavily, his breath hot against your ear.

Bi Han’s eyes are almost black with lust, his hands gripping your neck tightly as he continues pounding into you, his thrusts match his younger brother's in your other hole, the two of them practically lift you off the ground while Kuai Liang hits you and enters your throat unceremoniously. "Holy fuck honey... Did you swallow me down to my throat? What a good slut." He groaned as you felt your saliva run from your mouth to your chin, wetting his balls.

Tomas only knew how to moan, and with one final thrust he came inside your tight ass, leaving a wet trail making you moan and the ice ninja who fucked your pussy came inside your uterus, breed your pussy deliciously, like a creampie. Kuai was not far behind and took his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop, cumming on your face and hitting his member on your cheek.

You collapsed against Bi Han's firm chest, while the once dominant hands turned into tender and soft touches, praising you for being so good to them, with their voices telling you to rest a little and have a happy sleep, filled with their seeds.

[rainba]

Here it is... The fic where Luka kidnaps both his darling and Kairos.

TWs/tags: human furniture, dubcon, kidnapping, slight depiction of violence, pet play, NSFW, mind break, cucking (?), dark content, use of shock collars

Reader is GN, however, there is one paragraph where the reader is gendered. The asterisk* will mark the paragraph with afab reader, and the one in parenthesis is amab. :3c)

MDNI! 18+

In one previous post, I mentioned that Kairos and Luka do live in the same universe and city– and in a few other posts, I mentioned that they’d never share their darling. If one of them tries to kidnap darling, they’ll just report the other to the police. 

Then another idea came up, a way that Luka could circumvent that predicament: Luka figures that Kairos would instantly report him if he kidnapped his darling. So… In order to stop that from happening…

Luka would kidnap both you and Kairos.

Luka’s house is definitely big enough to keep both of you. In the beginning stages, he’ll keep Kairos locked up in the attic while he keeps you in the basement. The basement is much cozier– meanwhile the attic is all dusty, hot, and muggy.

Between you and Kairos, Luka will be much, much nicer to you. He’s (quite literally) obsessed with you, so of course you get the better treatment. He cooks your favorite meals and feeds them to you by hand. He gives you plenty of water and always showers you in attention– sometimes he’ll even place a TV down in the basement and let you watch random stuff. You know, just so you don’t get too bored. He wants you to feel at home–! When you learn to accept your new life, he’ll spoil you rotten.

But for Kairos..? Luka is absolutely brutal.

Luka will rub in the fact that he beat Kairos in “winning you.” He’s simply just the superior man– the superior partner. Luka loves you too much to ever let you go. After all, you're the only person that has ever made him feel anything at all. And he really drives in the fact that you belong to him, and that Kairos will never have the chance to even touch you.

Luka will walk circles around Kairos as he mocks him relentlessly.

“Nobody is looking for you.”

“You’re pathetic. Disgusting freak.”

“They’re all mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Kairos will scream, squirm, and cry as much as he possibly can– but nobody can hear him. Luka is right: nobody is looking for him. Kairos doesn’t have any family. He doesn’t have any friends. He’s stuck in this hell forever.

To keep Kairos alive, Luka gives him his leftovers. He dumps it onto the dirty ground and drags Kairos next to it, commanding him to “eat up.” Kairos is forced to pathetically writhe on the floor and eat without his hands– all because Luka refuses to untie him. As for water, Luka forces Kairos to drink out of a dog bowl.

Most of the time, Kairos can’t hear anything. Luka’s house is eerily quiet at night. And during the day, Kairos can sometimes hear the sounds of children laughing and playing outside, or he’ll just hear Luka casually going about his day as if there aren't two people locked up in his house.

It’s torturous.

Over time, Luka will get you to warm up to him– call it stockholm syndrome kicking in, if you will. Or maybe you already loved him and he just needed to build trust with you. Either way– you eventually upgrade from the basement to his bedroom. And that’s when things get infinitely worse for Kairos.

He’s not just listening to Luka going about his daily routine now– no, now he has to also listen to the two of you fucking multiple times a day. The way you’re moaning out another man's name… The sound of the bed creaking and banging against the wall… Kairos finds himself choking and sobbing as he’s stuck tied to the chair. Sometimes he starts to dissociate and pretends that he’s somewhere else.

Most of the time he pretends that the two of you just got married, and he’s playing out different scenarios of honeymoons in his head.

After a few more weeks or months go by, Luka will grow bored of keeping Kairos tied up in the attic. If he’s gonna keep a hostage, he might as well put them to good use. So what does he do with Kairos?

He uses him as human furniture. Forces him to also be a pet.

You’re horrified as you watch Kairos crawling around the house with a gag in his mouth and a leash attached to his throat. If Luka feels bold enough, he might even have the words “Luka’s Bitch” decorated on the collar. Oh– and it’s not just a regular collar, either. It’s a shock collar.

Any time Kairos acts out and disobeys Luka, he earns himself a shock so powerful that it causes him to seize and collapse onto the floor.

…This entire time, you thought it was just you in the house. You didn’t know there was another person. You’re not alone.

It makes your stomach churn.

And Luka encourages you to use Kairos as furniture as well. Use him as a footrest, use him as a table or a chair– do whatever.

Over time, deep down, incomprehensible and guilty thoughts begin to appear in Kairos’ mind. Things that made him once want to throw up now make him feel… Funny. He’s so happy that he gets to see your face again–!! He’s finally reunited with the love of his life, it’s just a shame it’s under such horrible circumstances.

Kairos doesn’t mind if you use him like furniture. It’s okay if you do it. But he loathes it when it’s Luka who’s using him.

The difference between you and Luka is like night and day. While Luka berates and degrades him, sometimes even depriving him of basic necessities, you always sneak around and give Kairos lots of love and extra food. 

Kairos always breaks down and cries in your arms when you show him kindness– he’s so very thankful for it. But be sure that Luka doesn’t catch you. If he sees you being sweet towards Kairos, he’ll harshly punish Kairos and then fuck you right in front of him. Every time.

Kairos always feels so pathetic as he's forced to watch you getting ravaged by Luka. The way you're moaning under his touch... The hot, sticky sound of Luka's cock sliding in and out of you... All of this happening while Kairos is tied down and unable to do a thing. He's so fucking hard, and there's nothing there to relieve him. Luka punishes Kairos if he dares to look away.

In order to gain more privileges, both you and Kairos need to work to gain Luka’s favor. If the both of you prove that you’re capable of being trusted, he might give you more freedom. He’ll let you look out the windows every now and then– might even let you use the kitchen. He's much more open to giving you privileges than he is to giving Kairos any.

Except, of course, he always hides all of the sharp objects in the house. He doesn’t want you two to have access to weapons. And if you try to poison him even once, he’ll immediately make the kitchen permanently off limits when he's not around to watch you.

Also, over time, another funny thing happens. Luka doesn’t really like punishing you outside of sex- he'd much rather shower you in rewards. He’d rather save the roughness and punishments for more intimate settings. After all, he’s trying to earn your love– not make you hate him. So, what does he do instead?

Every time you act up, he’ll drag Kairos by his leash and punish him in your stead. After all, he knows that you care about Kairos and his wellbeing, so he uses that against you.

Oh, you just tried to break out of the house? You tried to poison Luka? Well, that deserves a proper punishment. Luka will tie you to a chair and force you to watch as he brutalizes Kairos. Whips him with a belt, kicks him in the stomach, takes away his food privileges for the next 48 hours... It’s horrible.

And in a way… This would cause Kairos to start policing you, too. Which is exactly what Luka wants. Kairos really, really doesn’t want to get punished. I mean, deep down, he’s absolutely happy that he gets to take the beating instead of you– it’s like he’s your hero!! …In some weird and twisted sense. But also, he really doesn’t want to get punished, so… Please don’t act out.

However, when the months keep rolling in, Luka will slowly warm up to Kairos. All of the punishments will grow less severe– and sometimes, Luka just lets you all off with a warning. It’s obvious that a big change has happened when instead of Luka just fucking you in front of Kairos, he lets him join in on the fun.

Except Luka doesn’t really want to touch him– so, he’ll let you touch Kairos instead. It’s what Kairos always wanted– Right?

Kairos should thank him. 

Luka will tie his arms behind his back and keep him firmly locked to a chair, completely naked. Kairos feels so ashamed that he’s hard– but god, he can’t help it. He’s so excited to finally be able to touch you, his darling, the person that should’ve always been his–!

And Luka will make sure it’s enjoyable for everyone. Luka will strip you of your clothes, but he might put you in a cute pair of thigh highs, just for the fun of it. Luka will grab you by your hair and push your face into Kairos’ lap as he utters one phrase, “suck it.”

You’ll do as you’re told– you don’t have much of a choice. Kairos’ eyes instantly light up as you wrap your lips around his sensitive cock.

Finally– his dreams are coming true…! 

Sort of.

As you suck him off, Luka will lift your ass into the air and he’ll fuck your tight hole. He’ll keep his right hand on your hip while his left hand grabs the back of your head, lacing his fingers into your hair. He doesn’t care if you can barely breathe– he’ll shove your head all the way down on Kairos’ dick as he bottoms out inside of you. Occasionally, he’ll lift your head up and lean in to kiss you on the lips.

It’s all so hot– but ultimately, it’s all for you and himself. Luka will always make sure you cum, that’s his top priority. His second priority is to make sure he gets to fill you up. As for Kairos? Well… Luka doesn’t care all that much.

If Kairos doesn’t cum? That’s too bad. It’s Kairos’ own fault that he didn’t come undone. But if he does cum? That’s alright too. 

However, don’t expect Luka to make you stop sucking. Kairos will be squirming in his chair whining like crazy as you overstimulate him, his body trembling from the sensation, but you can’t stop until Luka says you can stop.

The second scenario is much more likely to happen than the first. The moment Kairos looks down and sees your fucked-out face choking on his length… He’ll cum right on the spot– every single time, without fail.

After the first instance of Luka letting Kairos join in the sex, he earns a lot more privileges. He can finally sleep in the same room as you two–!! But he’s not really allowed to rest on the bed. He’ll be forced to curl up and sleep on the floor– but hey, it beats the attic any day, right?

Luka also takes off Kairos' shock collar. Since Kairos has proved himself to be a good boy, he's now allowed to roam around freely. Hell, sometimes Luka will pet Kairos and give him some praise. It... Makes Kairos feel strange, but in a good way.

Kairos is also now allowed to cuddle you sometimes. When you’re simply sitting on the couch and trying to relax, Kairos will immediately hurry over to your side and rest his head in your lap– desperate to feel even an ounce of affection from you. He might ask you to stroke his hair and kiss the bruises Luka left on his skin.

* If Luka is at work and Kairos knows there’s no cameras around, he might beg to suck on your tits– you know, for comfort reasons! It would really make him happy to have them in his mouth– it would be therapeutic, even.

((And if you’re a guy, Kairos will instead beg to frot you. While it’s a lot more dangerous and the punishment for getting caught is heavy, Kairos is willing to risk it all. Don’t worry–! You can just sit there and relax; Kairos will be the one doing all the work with his hand.))

You know how stressful and traumatizing this whole situation has been for him… He needs to be comforted so badly… So.. Pretty please?

In some sick and twisted way, over time, Kairos grows to like the way things are– perhaps his mind does this as a way to cope. He tries his hardest to find all the positives in living this kind of life:

> He gets to spend every minute of every day with you!

> He doesn’t have to worry about talking to strangers.

> He doesn’t have to work and maintain a job.

> He doesn’t have to cook and clean for himself.

The list goes on. Kairos gains all of these benefits, and all he has to do is give up most of his basic human rights and submit to another man…!

Okay, Kairos still admits that is pretty bad. But… At least he has you…! That’s all Kairos really cares about in the end!

For Luka? He’s satisfied with the way things are. Not only does he not have to worry about Kairos ratting him out to the police, but now he has both the love of his life right by his side and a fun little pet to take his stress out on. 

So… Everyone… Wins? In the end? ❤️

[shooting-love-arrows]

A villian yandere? Not like those cartoon villian but the one that actually make the reader feel fearful, not because the villian is physicaly scary or something but the villian is so cunning, sly and manipulative like the knave from genshin or fyodor from bsd

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 x reader (gender not mentioned/specified/implied) TW. manipulation, isolation, holding reader against her will, stockholm syndrome, dark yandere, flag so red my eyes hurts, unhinge, yandere behavior. A/N: Inspired by manhwas I've read so far. I'm on a roll guys. I didn't expect it to be this long too but man, he's one crazy creation.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who isolates you to the point of insanity. It is widely known humans are social creatures and we need social interactions. However, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 used this fact to his advantage. Knowing that after a while people go mad when they don’t interact with other people, he decided to do just that. At first his manipulation is subtle: hidden suggestions about who is right to hand with and who's not. Little yet meaningful words weaved between innocent sentences. Then when he saw his tactics working, he began to get bolder. As the group of people becomes smaller (thanks to him) 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 starts to outwardly say they aren't people you should associate with. They are a bad influence and did you know they said this and that behind your back? Real friends don’t do that! He doesn’t do that! That's when comments about how you don't need anyone but him, who always stays by your side and was right about what he told you, each and every time. Your family isn't safe from his doings either. He never fails to drive you away from them. Suddenly they are people who lead you on and make a fool out of you. A black sheep of the family. You just had to see! Before you know it, you are completely alone with only him to talk and listen to.

"I'm just looking out for you like a best friend should be doing." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 wanted to vomit when he said those two, blasted words.

Who snaps and ends up locking you up. Now that you're completed isolated and you happen to start living with him, he locks you up. In a bedroom with a bathroom attached who only has necessities and nothing you could harm yourself with. You can bang, scratch and kick at the door all you want but those doors won't budge. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 is fully prepared. Those doors were expensive but it was worth it. Those locks could be opened by him and the material it was made of could not be so easily destroyed without certain tools you didn’t have. And you're yelling, begging and crying? It is like music to his ears. He'll often sit at the door and listen to you, basking in your voice, and when you're quiet (either pass out from exhaustion or too tired to continue), he'll pick up from where he ended the last time, manipulating you again. His sentences are repetitive and he wants to drill those into your head. He'll tell you how no one is looking for you, how he's all you need, how he'll take care of you and so on...

"Those people want to hurt you. I am doing this for your own good. If you want, I can bring you something? I was thinkng about tamagochi! They are so cut, aren't they?"

Who has to show you some tough love. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 didn’t expect you to realize just how much he loves you. That’s why he tried to be an understanding partner and be forgiving towards your rash and childish tantrums. But he has his limits too. For example, he notices how you don't eat meals he oh so lovingly has prepared for you. If you don’t want to eat, then he won’t force you. He just doesn't bring you food for the next 2-3 days. Only water. And on the fourth day, he'll bring you a proper meal again. Of course, like he expected, you ate it all. See? It’s not hard to act your age. You don’t see it but 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 smiled in glee when he saw an empty plate. It's a good sign!

"I'm relieved you like the food I prepared for you. I cooked it for the first time but when I saw the recipe I knew you'd like it."

Who you grow to not only fear and love. He is your captor, the one who took away your freedom and cut all ties with society, who manipulates you and ends up breaking you. Who you feared, despised and cursed like he was the source of all evil. But the longer you stayed in the little room that became your whole world, the lines between hater and love began to blurr. Not that you realized it. At some point something switched in your brain and although you feared him, you began to ponder over his words. Maybe he's right? After this period of time, no one ended up looking for you. No one cared enough to do so. And you do only have him. He always makes time for you, brings you delicious meals, and sometimes even gifts you a little trinkets when you act good. Not to mention you live in a nice bedroom with a bathroom too. He never touched you without your consent or forced you to do anything. You could make a choice to bathe whenever you want, pick one of the books he brought you and read and so on. Your brain was suggesting that he is a caring best friend who takes care of you and protects you from all those monserts that want to hurt and bring you down. Soon enough his actions made your heart speed up.

"I knew you'll love me..." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 teared up when he heard your confession. It was worth the waiting becaouse now he can bulit a perfect life he always imagined having with you. "I love too. So, so, so much sometimes it hurts."

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[annwrites]

⸻ no sound but the wind. part four. ⸻

· pairing: adar x fem!reader · type: part of a mini-series · summary: adar presents you with a gift in return for the many you've given him. · tw: stockholm syndrome · word count: 554

It is midday when he returns to your shared tent. You stand, instinct overtaking you as you step toward the bed, until he shakes his head, pulling a small package out from where he hides it behind his back.

Silently, he hands it to you—the brown paper crinkling in your hands as you stare up at him.

He nods to it. "Open it."

You tug at the twine which binds it closed, setting it atop the dining table as you push back the wrapping, and you gasp quietly.

He rests a large, steady palm against the small of your back, watching you. "Do you like it?"

Gently—terrified that if your touches are not measured absolutely, you may risk tarnishing it—you lift a gleaming silver hairbrush, cradling it between your palms.

You nod slowly, tears stinging your eyes. "It's lovely."

"Not near as much as you," he replies, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, the back of his forefinger brushing along your soft cheek.

"Turn it over."

You do, and your eyes widen when a small, polished looking glass is revealed to you.

You turn, gazing up at him, tears shimmering in your wide eyes.

"Thank you."

He slides a hand along your stomach, smiling softly. "There is more to come for what you will give me. Such a gift deserves many in return, my love."

You nod, looking back to your new gift with a smile of your own.

Your womb is heavy with child when you decide—for the first time in all your many moons of residing here—to emerge from your makeshift cage.

And it is without being followed.

Nor does he bind your wrists any longer when you sleep.

He knows there is nowhere else you would now rather be.

He trusts you implicitly.

Knows that he holds your tender, mortal heart in the callused palms of his ancient hands.

You are unsure when you bestowed your love upon him. Perhaps it was the first time your eyes met, the first time he touched you, the first time he buried himself inside of you—literal or otherwise.

Perhaps it was the first time you wanted for him.

Even if you now wonder if that has not been always.

Or the night when he told you of his origin, and you wept in his arms before uttering those words he has so long yearned to hear, even if he will never admit it out of fear of being perceived as weak—as he once was upon that mountaintop: I love you.

He has strived to repay the sentiment tenfold in each way he knows how—is capable of.

He rises from his throne, coming to you in measured strides, cupping your face between his hands once he has reached you.

"Are you well, my girl?"

He slides a hand along the swell of your stomach—a crudely made ring of brass glinting on his finger; one which matches your own. "Our child?"

You nod with a soft smile, resting your hand atop his. "We are."

He gives you his arm then, leading you through camp, and much to your surprise, his orcs bow their heads to you in reverence.

They greet he as 'father', and you...as 'mother'.

And in that moment you know, you are home.

[solar4seekstron]

That’s Too Bad

TFIDW!SG!Yandere!Goldbug x Cybertronian!Decepticon!Femme!Reader Oneshot

Content: 18+, You basically get Stockholm Syndrome.

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: A couple smut scenes, noncon, eventual dubcon, Stock Holme Sybdrome, unconsensual touching, sexual assault, sexual harassment, forplay, kidnapping, dry humping, swearing, mention of DV, feelings near end, Goldbug deserves no sympathy still, forced relationship, toxic relationship, time jumps, i think thats all? Might edit again later idk.

Notes: Reader is a but shorter then thundercracker and a bout 3 feel taller then Goldug. He’s a is pretty short but damn is that bot strong. It’s scary.

I do NOT Condone the actions committed in this fic. Smut scenes will be in Blue. Don’t like, Don’t Read. And don’t bully people who choose to comment if they like or chat in the comments.

You were just another decepticon. You believed in Megatron when he said he wishes to help make the planet a better place. You were also a certain cons Conjunx.

Thundercracker.

You two are the definition of couple goals. That was at least until one day. As both fractions were building up and everyone was choosing their sides. Many getting symbols on their chest.

One day he didn’t return home for dinner.

You grew worried. Not feeling anything through your spark for a while. That at least until you get a knock on the door.

When you opened it. It was that little blue bot with the red visors. You both only met a couple times during some autobot and decepticon debates. At the time Thundercracker will always keep an arm around you to keep you close.

Never noticing a certain bots optics watching you and trying to stay calm. At the time he was grey.

But still one of the meanest bots to ever meet.

You were surprised since he’s usually right next to Optimus. You were also a bit frightened since you’re a decepticon and he’s an autobot. You spoke.

“Um. Can I help you, Goldbug?”

He stood there with his arms crossed. His helm then moving up and down in a slow motion. Was he- was he checking you out? You are a well built bot but seriously?

He then spoke while also lifting his cervo up. Looking like he’s about to snap.

”She’s perfect. Let’s take her.” Snap.

Before you knew it. You were knocked out. Your larger frame falling against his. Him catching you flawlessly.

His helm then presses against your shoulder. Gently whispering while the two other bots in your apartment wait for his next orders.

”You’re more perfect up close.”

He the gave the order for them to take you to his apartment and to lock you up in his room. Handing them the keys as he places his cervos on his hips.

”I shall give her a more..proper welcome when she wakes up. Now move.”

He started to walk away while the two bots started to hold you better. One of them putting ou over his shoulder as the other held the keys.

Taking you to your new home.

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You woke up in agony. Your bond. Your Conjunx.

There was so much pain. Like someone was stabbing you endlessly through the spark and other parts in your frame.

Someone was hurting your Conjunx. Thundercracker is being tortured. But why!? It continues.

Your screams being heard on the other side of the door. Goldbug standing there with his arms down. He then whispered to himself before turning on his comm to the bots torturing him on the other side of the city.

”Alright, kill him.” He then chuckled when the comm disconnects. Hearing you let out another cry of agony.

He then whispered to himself after his low chuckle and reach for the door nob. “Time to make those screams day my name.”

He then hears you let out a final scream. You felt the pain of his spark die. Instead of on the bed. You were now on the floor. Laying on your stomach. Your cervo over your spark as you cried.

The door then opened. Goldbug taking a step in then closing the door behind himself as he grinned under his mask.

You didn’t notice him as you cried.

Your helm facing the ground as tears start making a small pool under you. He then kneeled down. His cervo gently grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

He then spoke with a low voice.

His visors disappearing. They were dark and cold, but yet bright at the same time.

He glared down at you. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be crying that much tears. But I can fix that.” He stood and walked to stand next to you.

Then grabbing the back collar of your frame.

Pulling you up like as if he’s a bigger bot. Making up get in your knees. The tears still falling down as he gently you into the bed. You were even in shock with how strong he was.

He didn’t even yell at you to stop crying yet.

The pain in your spark still strong. He then placed you onto the berth. Legs dangling while he remains between them. His cervos holding your arms down while he then got on the berth with you.

You tried to get up but he pressed his torso against your waist. That also keeping you down while his legs made their way on the berth.

Knees moving to be under your thighs.

Making them go over his. His panel against yours and the side of his thighs and front hips pressed against your aft. Them moving more forward.

Luckily you were a bit smaller then the other big bots.

Making your legs go up against his frame. He was more over you. His cervos pressing your arms down against the berth harshly. His knees pressing more into the berth keeping your thighs over his.

Your legs in the air behind him. Legs remaining spread for him. Creating some friction because of the way he rubbed his panel against yours while moving up.

Your sobs smalls and groans released in a whisper during this action.

The pain is still there. Making you weak. Get you just stared at him with teary optics. But his own remains closed.

And he was taking full advantage of this. His optics soon opening so he glares at you once more. He then leaned down more. The front of his frame now fully pressed against yours.

The side of your legs next to your frame now.

Pedes up in the air. His cervos letting the harsh pressure off your arms. His digit (thumb) gently rubbing them for a moment.

His helm now next to yours. Your soft sobs heard next to his audio sensors.

Soon his mouth guard was gone and he started to press aggressive kisses against your shoulder. His glossa soon sticking out to lick up your neck. An action that made you shiver. He then kissed away your tears.

You spoke. You’re sobs and crys almost drowning out your words. “Why?…”

He stopped for a moment. Staring at you. Optics narrowed up to you. “I always take what I want. If you don’t wish to feel any more pain I suggest to I be a good femme for me. Hm? I’ll make sure you’re….comfortable.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, before returning to kiss you with his own idea of affection.

Your chin at first. But to reach your cheeks more he had to press his panel against yours a little Harder. This causing you to groan more, which was music to his audio sensors.

You finally spoke after such a long period of silence.

You spoke once more. “S…stop.” He froze for a moment.

His panel still harshly pressed against yours even more.

Your legs along with your frame shaking from the pleasure. He finally spoke as his chest then presses harder against your chest now that he was more above you.

“Stop?…” His dermas now dangerously close to yours as you stared down at him.

Not being at eye level still. His voice then deeper once he spoke once more. “No. 'Cause I will always get what I want.”

His hips then moved back only a little. Leaving your poor panel alone for a moment before harshly slamming his own against yours once more. This causing you to let out a gasp.

He letting out a small groan.

He took full advantage though. Letting his glossa into your intake when he was able to leane up more.

Creating a very heated kiss. His hips moving back and forth. Aggressively slamming his panel against yours repeatedly. Making your frame move back and forth with his dermas keeping up with yours to continue your kiss.

Your legs moving along with in the air still.

You even tried to move your helm back and up to try to speak. But one of his cervos then moved to grab the back of your helm.

Forcing you to keep your helm almost leaned down so his dermas stays connected with yours. Now that your arm was free though. You tried your best to push against his chest.

To get him of. Anything. But he just continued.

It’s almost like a bigger bot then you is able to hold you down. Yet here he was. Having a bigger frame then him but yet. He can hold you down so easily just by his own frame.

Your cervo just keeps pulling and pushing at his frame while the rest of you is being violated.

His panel humping against yours. Practically ontop of you making your legs stay in the air. Chest to chest and his intake claiming yours so harshly.

You almost gagged becaus of the built up saliva. Even some falling down out past your dermas. Your tears never stopping as he moans and grunts into the kiss.

You felt his cervo move more to the back of your neck.

Lower to between you neck and shoulders. Then he pressed something into your neck. Like some sort of device.

He then pulled back. The kiss finally ending.

His other cervo that held our other arm down finally let go. Sitting up while his hips continues to press against your panel. Continueing to make your frame move faster and faster, back and forth.

His cervo gently holding your thigh. Rubbing up and down as a show of affection while the other takes out a device. You tried to sit up.

Continueing to beg in almost a whisper. Your voice deep. “Please…No More.”

He let out sounds of a tsk tsk from his dermas. You glanced at him. Your aft still in the air as your thighs remain on his own. Legs bascially on his shoulder so he has better friction.

You see him then take out some device.

He then spoke. Pressing his panel fully against yours and gently rubbing. His frame now moving up and down as he spoke.

“Tell me. Is this bringing you pleasure, sweetspark?”

You shook your head now. And yelled in almsot a soft and deep tone as you glared down at him. “No! Let me go!”

You soon were on your elbows. Trying to get up somehow.

But instead he presses a button on the device. Causing a shock through your body. You’re back on your back frame as you almsot screamed in agony.

Your legs as hips along with your frame shaking.

He watches with a grin and took his digit off the button. The pain soon away. You gasped and struggled to breath for a moment. He then gently tapped at your panel after moving your legs to be around his waist.

”Let me make this clear, sweetspark.”

He leaned forward. Making you legs pressed wider around his waist. He moved up once more. Your aft lifting against his panel. His dermas close to yours as you panted a little.

Speaking once more in an almost threatening tone.

“If you don’t wish to feel that pain. Every. Single. Day. Then i suggest you accept this as your new life. And be a good Conjunx for me. Alright Sweetspark?”

His cervos gently rubbing the side of your waist as he spoke. You continued to shake.

What can you do? What should you do. Your Conjunx dead and yet you’re still here living. At the mercy of this Autobot. Using you as a play thing. He was getting annoyed now. Whispering once more.

“Just nod. And maybe if you make me feel good. I wont shock you for the night. Hm?”

You glanced down at him. Tears in your optics once more. He was serious. He then gave you a soft and gentle kiss before leaning his helm back once more.

You thought hard of your options. Your only options.

So…swallowing your dignity, not wanting to be shocked any longer. Slowly nodding as you closed your optics as tears continue to fall. Goldbug then has a dark grin on his scarred dermas.

Then whispering as he leaned down to your audio sensors. Whispering with lust.

”Open up that lovely panel for me sweetspark.”

He leaned back. More tears falling down. Your panel soon opened. Goldbug would then let out an annoyed growl once he leaned back. Your valve wasn’t wet for him at all.

He spoke with anger in his tone.

“That wasn’t enough to get you. Ready for me! Honestly what was so great about that damn seeker!”

You flinched a little. He then moved so he’s off the berth. Kneeling as he grabs your hips and pulls then closer to him. Your aft at the edge of the berth. His cervo groping and squeezing at your waist and thighs.

Your hips held still by the other cervo.

He then leaned his helm down. To where his dermas are close to your clit.

You watched as you turned your helm down to the side to only see the top of his helm. You then feel his glossa lick at your node. His dermas then around your clit.

At first licking, then sucking at the sensitive node. Making your legs shake on his shoulders.

He continues, his glossa licking and moving in circles around your now wet node. His dermas gently biting at it and sucking harshly at times. Making you let out soft moans.

His cervos then holding under your thighs.

Pushing them back and wider even more to spread your valve. He then moved lower. Pressing his glossa into your cunt. Making it thrust in back and forth.

Letting out soft groans to send vibrations against the walls and send more pleasure into. Making your hips lift up and forward more against his helm against your own will.

He then continues. Then moving back to sucking your clit.

Your moaning becomes louder and louder. Your valve becoming wet and your hips struggling to stay still. He keeps a firm hold on your hips.

When it felt like you were wet enough. He moved his cervo to your valve. Pressing a digit into your valve.

Causing you to let out a gasp.

He started to stand a bit more. Pressing a few kisses against your thighs and waist.

His digit moving in and out of your valve.

You only letting out soft gasps. Your helm turning to the side to look away. His helm returning to your clit.

Pressing a second digit in as he returned to licking your very sensitive node. Licking and sucking at it. Soon pressing in another in, making it three digits in now. It being what feels you up.

When you let out an even louder gasp and more softer moans. He chuckled against your valve and curled his didigts.

Making you arch your back and your thighs to try to squeeze him tightly.

Before you even realized yourself. You finally came onto his digits. Your frame relaxing a bit. He could taste it against his chin. His optics opening to stare up at you with almost closed optics.

Bright red as his dermas moved lower to clean you up.

Removing his digits from your cunt. Giving a long lick very sensitive valve causing large amount of pleasure through your frame. Your legs shaking and lifting off his shoulders.

While he continued you tried to hold yourself together.

You just had your first orgasm in well, forever. Since the two fractions started to become bigger in the picture.

You and Thundercracker ended up being too busy to really spend certain time together. Your moans and gasps become non-stop. His glossa lapping and pressing almost harshly against your sensitive valve.

Once you were cleaned up, he made sure to give your valve a very gentle kiss. Lifting his helm up, he got back on the berth.

Pressing his cervos against the berth to support him up.

One of his cervos then moving to hold your chin.

Making you look at him. Your optics were just dim, cry tears as small once still flow down, and a sad frown on your dermas. This made him upset inside. Missing that usual smile you usually have.

But he guess he should’ve guessed that.

His helm then leaning down. His dermas connecting with yours. It was soft, surprisingly. He seems to be really into the kiss. Optics closed and all as you just watch him.

But then, as his other cervo made its way to his own panel. Gently rubbing it for a moment. He’s then interrupted by a call through a comm. He pulled back from the kiss and let out a soft groan.

Sitting up on the berth as he answers it. The cervo once holding your chin now gently rubs back and forth on your waist.

Is this his was of comforting you? You just stared at the ceiling as you heard him.

He just nodded and said yes every now and then.

After a few minutes he ended the call and let out an annoyed sigh. Looking back at you. He soon has a grin on his dermas and gently kiss your cheek.

Then gently whispered into your audio sensors while he leaned over you once more.

”Be a good femme and stay in your room. You’re very tired and I’ll be back before you know it. Understood? Oh and I’ll have guards at the door if you try to leave. You’re only allowed out that door to eat and gain energy. Undertsood?”

He continued while his cervos gripped at you waist tightly.

You slowly nodded.

Not wishing to feel that intense shock again. You just listened as he got but and hear the click of his visors and mask returning. He then made his way to kiss your cheek and gently whisper bye for now.

You closed your optics and turned your helm away. Hearing the door opened and closed.

Soon turning to be on your side. Seeing there’s a window. Black inside so no one can see into the apartment. You tightly squeezed your legs together.

Feeling so much shame and guilt. The pain overwhelming you that you’re becoming exhausted.

Hugging the pillow for the berth as you sobbed.

Wondering how you haven’t ran out of tears yet. Before you even realized it. You were soon fast asleep. Your body slowing down from shivering. Your back finally relaxing.

Your valve slowly relaxing more after your high. You don’t want to know what he has planned tomorrow.

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As you slept in recharge. You still laying on your side.

Goldbug finally returned past the dead of night. He had to deal with Optimus having another temper tantrum. The guards being replaced by new ones for the night.

Once he laid next to you. He made sure to hold you.

Being higher then you, placing your helm against his chest as he laid on his back.

His arm around your shoulders as his other went under his own helm. Finally falling asleep. Hours later in the morning you slowly woke up. Seeing through the tinted window, it was sunrise.

You sat up, struggling a bit as you felt almost a soreness between your legs.

Your pedes moving off the berth. Sitting up and looking around. You didn’t get to take in how nice the room you were in was. Surprised really.

You realized Goldbug wasn’t next to you. Unsure if he even came back.

You then made it to the door. Slowly opening it and peek outside. The guards aren’t there. You slowly walk out.

Seeing the front door pretty far. You then slowly step forward. Trying to be as quiet as you can. Until a blue bot close by cleared his throat. Making you freeze in fear.

You slowly turned to him. He was sitting at the table. His chair apparently a little bigger than the others. He had two energon plates.

One in front of him and another in front of the chair next to him. His arm on the table as he leaned forward a bit while his visors and mouth guard were off. You just stood there frozen until he finally spoke.

”Come sweet spark, sit.” He says the last word in a deep voice. You then notice he had the device next to his arm.

Definitely placed there as a warning.

Slowly, you made your way closer to him. Taking your seat next to him. Cervos on your lap while his optics watched you. You would then feel his cervo go to be over yours. Making you shake a little.

He finally spoke after a moment of silence between you both. “Already so obedient for me. Because of my little device here? Hmm…Wonder if I can get you to be obedient, just by the sound of my own voice.”

He teased. His helm getting closer as he leaned more forward.

His digit gently rubbing your cervo, his optics scanning your frame as he has a sly grin on his dermas. Speaking once more.

”Now that I think about it. I haven’t properly introduce myself and your new life with me. Now have I.” His cervo slowly moving from on top of your cervos, up to your chest. His other still on his own thigh. You watched his cervo. Before taking note that he had a few scars around his dermas. And his optic. And yet.

Unlike yours and others. His optics are fully red covered and even darker then even Optimus own red optics.

He took notice. His grin growing wider. Speaking once he leaned back. His cervo no longer at your chest. Instead the arm on the table once more while his other remains on his thigh.

The cervo on the table then picking up the energon on his plate as he spoke.

”You see, sweetspark. I took you from your poor apartment and poor excuse of a Conjunx. He ate an energon. “I suggest you eat. I’m taking you to work with me, sweetspark.”

You stared at him with fear. Then looking down at the plate of energon. Slowly your cervo moved to grab the energon. Then putting it to your dermas. Finally eating one.

He watched while he ate. Once you were finished, he got off his chair and has his frame face you. His optics narrowed almost. But his grin still there. He then spoke again. “Your place, is next to me now. You see sweetspark. I always have what I want.

And lucky you my dear. You have the honor to be the Conjunx of Goldbug himself!” He exclaimed with pride.

Throwing his arms up at the last part. You just looked down.

You can only imagine thundercracker joyful face from just a few days ago. Already feeling more possible tears coming down your cheeks.

Goldbug noticing and letting out an annoyed groan.

He then aggressively grabbed your chin. Making you look at him as he glared at you while his optic grew a bright red for a moment.

“Now, now sweetspark. Haven’t you cried enough From our foreplay last night! Now face me like a good Conjunx. And face me!” You tried to not flinch. So, slowly you moved on the seat. Having finished your energon.

He made sure to be between your legs. His cervos then gently rubbing the top of your thighs.

He let out a deep chuckle while you just looked down.

Soon he gets a call through the comm. He answered it. Placing two digits at his audio sensors as he looked to the side.

All you can do is wait. He then spoke. responding to the caller.

”Alright, alright. I’ll make my way over…Yes, I am. Bringing her. Prime better know better to keep his cervos to himself.”

He grumbled. His mouth guard and visors returning to cover his face. He then moved to put the plates away and made his way to the door. Soon speaking without looking at you.

“Come along sweetspark, It’s time you get to work as my assistant.”

You slowly stood up. Walking toawrds him .Taking notice he’s gripping tightly to the device that’ll send a shock into your body. You behind him as you both walked out of the room and into the halls to the elevator.

You trying to keep some distance as you try to stop the tears from going down your cheeks.

The entire time you and him made your way to the building where he works. You continue to keep your distance.

You both then making it to this open space where many bots are drilling into the ground. Goldbug then started to look around. You just stood there. Having put on your mouth guard earlier to hide your quivering dermas.

He then spoke. Giving your aft a good slap once standing next to you. “Now stay here. I’ll be right back sweetspark.”

He made his way to Optimus. You stayed standing there of the door while you watched him get further and further.

Wait- he left you alone? Here??? Your cervos clenching while you hear the bots around you whistle and talk about you.

Complimenting your frame and all. While others even pass by.

Your visors soon coming on, since earlier goldbug seemed to glare at you when you tried to earlier. You stood there for a moment longer.

Goldbug seems to be arguing with Optimus. You got more nervous as more and more bots started staring at you and talk. Some bigger and smaller then you.

You then tried your best to not flinch as Goldbug made his way back to you. You can tell he’s angry just by his movements.

As he’s about to pass you. He grabbed your cervo and dragged you with him. you both making it to his office.

You’d then look around while he grumbled and started to throw things around.

Staying close to the door. The office becoming recked and messy around the desk while he grumbled and complained about Optimus.

When he slowly calmed down. He looked at you and yelled. “Close that damn door!”

You flinched. Doing as he said. “Lock it!” He yelled once more. You doing as he said without hesitation. When you looked at him. He sat in his chair at his large desk.

Turning on the tv to show the news hosted by Blaster. Sighing as he leaned back.

Still fuming with so much anger. When he noticed you standing there still. Looking away and down as you shake a little. He then tapped his desk. You then looking at him with your visors back. His cervo then lifting. His digit curling for you to come closer.

Slowly once more, you made your way to him. Going around the desk and standing before him. He then just stared at you.

Then leaning forward as his cervos moved and ruined around the sides of your waist. Letting out a hum.

He then let out a soft sigh and looked up at you. Leaning back against his chair once more as he looked back at you. Speaking once more.

”We have…a lot of work to do.”

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Weeks…..probably months have went by since that day.

Morning and night. At work and his apartment. Always keeping you close even during the meetings with Prowel and a few other important autobot memebers.

You always standing by next behind his chair. Cervos behind your back as he taught you to do this at every meeting and if he’s just speaking to someone.

Always having a bad feeling as you felt Optimus optics burn the the side of your helm.

He always stared at you without even a care of being caught. Hell, just like Prowl. The two are always making optics towards you. Even one time when you and Goldbug were leaving. Prowl whistled to you.

Placing his cervo to his helm with two digits split in front of his dermas. Then sticking his glossa out with a grin.

His glossa between the two digits. A low chuckle coming from his intake when you looked at him.

At times when Goldbug does notice. He take his anger out in interfacing with you either after or once at home.

You were submissive. Though when you would get lost in your own helm. He always made sure to shock you. The next always longer then the last one.

Your faith in being saved or even escape becoming more and more unrealistic.

Losing your sanity even. After binding with Goldbug so long ago, getting more and more use to being with him every single day.

You hate yourself even more. Slowly accepting your life and just becoming more tired. Your kisses slowly by the month becoming more responsive towards his when he would show that affection.

On one particular day, you stood at your usual spot behind and next to his chair. A data pad in your arms as you looked outside his large window. Bots flying around and so on.

Goldbug was in a middle of a meeting on his computer with Prowl. He was angry of course. You staying out of view. Your choice at least.

When the call finally ended, he let out an annoyed sigh.

You taking a step to be next to him more. Ready to write in your data pad. He then looked up at the door thinking for a good moment.

Standing up and stretching out his arms up. Then placing his cervos on his hips as he spoke.

”I’m going to get some good energon for us and speak to ratchet for a little. You can stay here and finish prowls report from todays meeting. Be a good femme while I’m good. Alright sweetspark?”

His cervo has moved to hold your hip then to your aft. Bringing you closer as he stared up at you with a grin.

You nodding with a forced smile while his mouth guard returned. Soon he’s walking out. You letting out a soft sigh as you write down the report you saved in your memory. Finishing git as you soon hear the door open.

“Goldbug? You’re back so soon? I-“ You froze.

You were behind the desk when you put the data down and looked up. To see Optimus standing there with his cervo against the frame door and his other cervo was against his own hip.

You backed up a bit. Stopping when your legs hit the small chair. He then started walking towards you. The door closing behind him while his reps remain casual.

Getting closer and closer. You moving to behind the small chair as he spoke.

”Not to worry, little femme. I have been meaning to come over to….chit chat. Is all, I promise.” He went around the desk getting closer. “He’ll be very busy downstairs. So what you say we get to really…Know. Eachother.”Before you knew it he has pinned you against the large window.

His cervos against the glass. His optics staring down at you while there’s only a few inches between you both.

Your back frame against the glass fully from your fear when you got startled by him. You started to shake.

Sending Goldbug a signal through the bond. He seemed to be goring it though. Why?

Optimus helm then leaning down as his mouth gaurd goes back. A horrible grin on his dermas as he spoke once more. “My it’s so rude of Goldbug to just keep you all to himself. he should really learn to share.”

He whispered is a low voice. His glossa then sticking out to lick the side of your neck. Making you shiver. He then got to work with sucking and kisses at your neck. From your shoulder to under your chin.

His cervos feeling up your frame. Your own cervos moving to press harshly against his chest despite being much more taller then you. He continued his act as your started to get in your own helm. You couldn’t do this with goldbug before.

Why? Do you just fear goldbug more then Optimus?

You never dare to resist against goldbug. But for all you know, Optimus is much stronger then him.

You’re then roughly turned around by Optimus. The side of your helm harshly pressed against the window. One of his cervos presses against your upper back to keep you pinned.

While the other has a hard grip on your hip and aft. You then hear him let out a low chuckle.

Taking note of your tramp stamp. It was blue and gold frames with Goldbugs name in red on it. Not your willing choice.

Then again you different have a choice when he made you get it.

Optimus gave your aft a gentle pat before having his middle digit press harshly against your panel. Your optics shutting tightly. Continuing to send pulls to Goldbug.

Optimus dermas against the back of your neck. Before he can force your panel open, you both heard the door to the office open. Goldbugs voice booming as you both hear him stomp over. Optimus only backing a little.

Giving you room to not be against the window.

Goldbug then pointed his gun at Optimus while yelling at him. “You better leave if you know what’s good for you Prime. And to NOT touch my property every again!”

Optimus just chuckled and casually walked away to the door as he spoke calmly.

”Now, now goldbug. Can you blame me? When you have have something so…enchanting you simply must learn to share…I’ll see you around.”

You just stared at Goldbug. Who was fuming.

Apparently Optimus had a few guards distract him and he thought you were calling him because you were becoming needy.

Not sure why he would assume that but at least he made it back before Optimus can have his fun.

Goldbug being beyond pissed. Is an understatement.

Eventually after having another fight wit Optimus and killing your old friend starscream while he had you stay home to make your famous energon cake.

He became the lord to a large part of Cybertron. Of course, keeping you by his side.

Much to Optimus dismay. Life for Goldbug was great. Leading over his own followers and honestly having the strongest ones on his team.

For you however, things remained the same. Still to be watched over whenever he needed to leave you alone.

That much still against your own will.

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One day, after weeks of things being how they are.

You’ve noticed Goldbug seemed almost….more affectionate with you. As in a tiny bit kinder and as in he genuinely cared almost when you’re with him.

You soon realized something very new with him on one special day. A day before the Decepticons became more of a threat then ever.

You were in his office with him. Of course. Sitting on the desk with your cervos on the desk. Leaning back a little as your eggs dangled off. Your helm leaned back while loud moans and grunts leave your dermas.

Goldbug standing with his cervos gripping tightly at your waist. His forhelm against your mid chest. His mouth guard off while loud groans and grunts leaves his own dermas.

Visors on as his optics stare down between you both. watching his spike appearing and disappearing into your tight valve.

His spike is so much bigger then you would expect from a small bot like him. With pride told you it’s just good genes.

But wheeljack told you when watching over you that he made sure to help him create the perfect size before taking you.

You promised to stay quiet.

Your legs remained around his waist as he ordered. Going a few rounds. The desk constantly moving back and forth after every aggressive thrust.

Your moans and the desk moving of course being well heard outside the office.

You soon felt him wrap an arm around you as the other presses your thigh down. His thrusts becoming faster and faster. Your moans becoming louder and louder.

Going another few rounds while the sun slowly set behind him through the window.

When he finally stayed still. Pushing his last load into you. He remained still. You leaning back on your elbows against the desk.

The front of his frame resting against yours.

His hips pressed firmly against yours. Your legs no longer around his waist but just above his hips.

You glanced down at him. The side of his helm against your chest while his optics closed. Trying to calm himself. You then hear him speaking. In a whisper. You’re sure he was trying to whisper where you cant hear him.

But You always did have good hearing. His words leaving you to remain frozen. “I love you.”

You're stunned for a moment. Staring out the window for a moment. Slowly, your cervo moved to his helm. You’re not sure why. You noticed your cervo shakes a little.

Your cervo then gently holds the side of his helm. Very comforting as you looked out the window. It being dark out now. The lights from the city being the only thing creating light in the room.

Goldbug seemed to flinch a bit when he felt your helm.

He soon grabbing your wrist and leaning up a bit as he glared at you.

Then speaking while his other cervo gripped harshly at your thigh. Making you flinch from the action. “What are you planning?”

You responded. “You just- seemed like you needed it. I’m sorry.” You turned your helm away. Expecting to get slapped for a moment there. Goldbug just stared at you for a moment longer before looking down, then away.

You then feel his spike move out of you. His loads pouring out of you to the desk then off to the floor.

He started to walk to his chair by the window. Kicking it earlier when he decided he wanted to have some fun with you. Sitting down in it while his spike remains up and hard.

His optics staring at you through his visors while keeping his legs spread. Arms on the arm rest of the chair.

“It’s getting late…Go to bed.”

You remain silent for a moment. Getting off the table and passing him. Making your way to your shared berth room next to the office.

You laid down. Laying on your side, your back facing the door. A couple hours later he finally came in. You still weren’t asleep. Something you grew use to because of your anxiety and fear. You stayed still. Pretending to be asleep.

Feeling his weight on the berth and his body moving to get closer to you. His arm moving around your shoulders to hold the other side of your helm.

His dermas pressing against yours to ‘wake you’ up. You pretended to wake up as your frame turned, laying on your back. He was using his elbow to support himself up.

He knows you heard him, because of your action.

You both just stared at each other for a moment longer.

The silence almost unbearable. Without saying a word, his optics almost closed and are dim.

He then leaned down and connected his dermas with yours once more. For the first time this one was passionate and soft against yours. He seemed to let out a few moans against the kiss.

Not even forcing his glossa in this time.

After a second, you responded with a kiss. His cervo once holding the side of your helm moved to rest above your waist.

Rubbing in a circular motion as the room is covered with the sound of soft kisses and your small moans. He then slowly pulled back and looked away for a moment, seeming to be deep in thought. You waited. Your optics almost sad while you glance at his cervo still on your waist. He sighed and spoke once more.

His voice low and in a whisper. As it always it when you both are alone.

”Get some rest. We deal with the damn decepticons tomorrow. So be a good femme and maybe I’ll reward you. Understood?”

You just slowly nodded. Goldbug then laying down. His cervo on his own top waist while he stared up at the ceiling. Letting out a sigh. You then turning your helm away for a moment.

A small tear falling down the side of one of your optics.

You both, soon fast asleep.

This- took so long to edit- im sure i still missed something just message me if i do so i can fix it. My god i love this but DAMN I got so into it. I hope you guys enjoyed this and as always a repost is appreciated.

Really proud if how this came out and i hope to see you guys in the next one! Have a good rest of your day!!!

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hiii!

I love your writing, especially Mirror, Mirror! Are you still taking request? I‘ve been thinking about Ascended Astarion and female Tav/Reader attending a ball for the politicians and nobles of Baldur’s Gate, getting all dressed up and socializing, dancing and Astarion flirting with her all night long. Astarion obviously wouldn’t waste a chance to be alone with Tav/Reader, takes her on a romantic stroll in the gardens and has his wicked way with her somewhere in a dark corner 👀

I can not make Ascnedant Astarion not dark I am SORRY but I can't help myself. The intro to this is sad bad, but honestly it gets pretty fun later down the line. Gotta set up that Stockholm syndrome. You gots it here.

Tw: Murder, Violence, not much but it is there, graphic smut, 18+ sweet dark fluff. I do consider this Stockholm on your end. Very inspired by the in-game quote of locking you away for a decade. Also, never write shit only in tumblr post editor, I lost half of this right before I was going to post last and it almost killed me

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Astarion was.... aware that you'd been having a hard time as of late. If anyone could empathize with the complications of being a vampire spawn, it was certainly him. Even though his circumstance were obviously much, much worse than yours ever could be.

He was no Cazador. Astarion was different, he loved you. He knew what was best for you. All that needed to happen now was for you to accept it.

And in your defense, you were trying. It had taken a long time for you to finally come to terms with the full extent of power he had over you as his spawn. He would always know where you were through sensation alone. Always ready and willing to drag you back home if need be. He could compel you to his side at any moment, though he did have a bad habit of going out to find you during your little tantrums. It seemed to work better to put you in your place, especially since he had very little self-control when it came to who you associated with. Many a possible friend had died at his hand, in front of your eyes. A waste, really, one that wouldn't be necessary if you would just listen.

But the demonstrations had been useful. Slowly but surely you were learning that the option of secrets between the two of you had died the second he sunk his fangs into your wrist. He had personally put an official stop to all of your extracurricular activities. The things you used to do in your spare time were silly and dangerous, always going out of your way to help the undeserving. But now he had the control to stop you, to sequester you at the estate where you were safe.

You had nowhere to be besides his side and you were finally starting to understand that. Things were so much easier when you gave in and listened, happier and more fun.

Lately, it had almost felt like another honeymoon phase, with your sudden predilection for extreme loyalty. It helped that he could still see into your mind through the new connection, fully aware that your love remained real and pure, if not a bit melancholic. It was silly really, the guilt you felt towards him for letting him ascend. Never mind the thousands he sacrificed, you were too concerned with how power had chanced him.

It was cute. Stupid, but cute. Because obviously it had changed him for the better. How else would he be where he was now? With his hands already in nearly every major part of Baldur's Gate's governance? He had made wide, sweeping moves to gain control in the past year, banking on your dual hero status to deflect from his more... unsavory attributes. But it was working, and in a few years time this city would belong to him. Then the two of you would be on to the next major conquest. A future that you were just now coming to terms with.

And Astarion wanted to reward you for that acceptance. He had been a bit paranoid of late, paranoid enough to not let you out of the house for a solid fortnight. But for good reason. The last of the Gur had come out of the woodwork recently, looking for revenge for their children and fallen comrades. With a specific interest in you. It had made sense, in a way. You were his greatest weakness after all. So of course he had to take it upon himself to personally hunt the last of them down to tear them limb from limb.

But now they were officially gone, and he was finally feeling comfortable with letting you out into the world again. Just not out of his sight. And tonight was the perfect opportunity. He had a mandatory soirée to attend, populated by neighboring nobles and a few powerful foreigners. One that would be so much more entertaining with you willingly by his side. Or forced, if need be. Depending on if you decided to be in one of your moods, though they were a rarity nowadays.

But no, you turned out to be too excited at the prospect of leaving the house to even attempt being a brat. Astarion watched you with a smile as you appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed to the nines. He whistled as he watched you descend, beyond pleased with how you looked. He met you at the bottom of the landing, easily wrapping an arm around your waist before setting a quick kiss to your temple, "You look beautiful pet. Absolutely stunning."

You truly did. A navy satin gown that matched your skin tone perfectly, fitted with delicate straps and a low bodice. Perhaps the slit in the leg was a little high, revealing too much of your perfect thigh for the rest of the world. But you looked too good for him to complain.

You really were so gorgeous, could he be blamed for wanting to dress you up?

You rolled your eyes, but Astarion didn't miss the tiny smile dancing on your lips, "You're the one who picked it out."

"And you wear it perfectly," Astarion praised, already leading you out the door. He kept you close to his side during the short journey, his eyes darting around your surroundings every few moments. His paranoia had been quelled, but it hadn't completely died out. But he had already made the decision that he was going to be on his best behavior tonight, and that included not indulging in his protective nature. You deserved nothing less.

But that didn't stop Astarion from taking some mental notes on those who stared at you too brazenly when you arrived. Part of him couldn't blame them, not when he could understand your thrall better than any one else. But the other, more fun part of himself was too busy imagining ripping them apart for the audacious, lustful stares.

But he didn't drag the two of you out for strictly fun, a fact that he was quickly reminded of when you were approached by the main host, "Lord Ancunín! I'm so pleased that you could make it."

Astarion vaguely remembered who he was, though he was much more interested in his friends than the man himself. The man turned his attention toward you, brow raised, "And who is this beautiful creature?"

Astarion could feel his brow twitch at the insolence. How dare he not know who you were? The Hero of Baldur's Gate, his consort, the love of his life, how could someone of his breeding be so ignorant? You had to many titles to choose from for introductions, so Astarion decided on the most important, "This is the future Lady Ancunín, my fiancé."

He could feel you tense at his side, staring up at him with wide eyes like what he said was surprising. Which was odd. He had been extremely clear about his intentions since the day he ascended, marriage was the obvious next step for the two of you.

"Well it's lovely to meet you," The noble said with a smile, his attention going straight back to Astarion, "Now if you'll excuse us, I have a few matters to discuss with your future husband."

Astarion was startlingly close to hurting this man. What on earth made him feel as though he had the right to dismiss you? He tightened the arm he had around your waist, sneering at him, "There is nothing that you can say that she won't eventually know. Don't waste our time."

Then he proceeded to do just that, wasting Astarion's time with useless information and worthless attempts at allyships. It seemed to be an unfortunate trend as the night progressed, just reinforcing how utterly useless the gentry could really be. Not to mention their constant passive dismissal of you. He really was going to need to start letting you out more often, though he had to wonder if they were even worthy of your presence. He would have been a bit more forceful regarding his own displeasure at their arrogance if you weren’t so distracting.

It was hard to hold onto his own indignation when you seemed so content. You were leaning into him the whole night, smiling softly through all of his inane conversations. Never failing to be adorably pleased at your introduction. It made Astarion want to fawn over you, alternating between whispering sweet nothings in your ear and sweeping you onto the dance floor. All of your pleased laughs and giggles music to his ears.

He kept you close all evening, never allowing you to wander past his sight. His arm stayed firmly around your waist, never quite shaken off after your first waltz together. But you didn't seem to mind. If anything you were glowing under the attention, happy in a way he hadn't seen for a long time. Too long. Beautiful enough for him to have the overly romantic thought that he never wanted the night to end.

Even after he had done his rounds, engaged with all whom he had planned on, he wasn't quite ready to leave. They had all been dreadfully dull, but at least a few conversations would prove useful in the future at the very least.

He started to steer you towards the back garden doors, whispering in your ear, "Take a walk with me?"

You followed him easily, happy to leave the bustle of the ballroom and step into the coolness of the night. You both started walking, hand and hand in a comfortable silence. It was a pretty enough garden, hedges and ivy lining the walkways, a white slightly weathered gazebo placed in the center.

"You know," You said eventually, as the two of you went up the gazebo steps. You leaned against the railing, looking at him with a coy smile, "I don't recall you ever proposing."

Astarion barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes as he crowded around you. It was an unnecessary question, considering how you would have no choice in the matter. But he was playing nice tonight. Astarion grinned at you, bracing his hands on the railing to cage you in his arms, "If you want a proposal, I'm more than happy to oblige."

"I do," You were playing with the lapel of his jacket, looking up at him through your lashes, "Sooner than later if you don't mind."

"Your wish is my command," Astarion murmured, shameless as he started to kiss along the line of your throat, "I'm proud of you pet. You've been an angel all night."

"You haven't given me much to complain about," You said with a small laugh, your breath hitching when his fangs scraped against your delicate skin, hard enough to make pinpricks of blood bubble to the surface.

"You know..." Astarion started, pulling back to look you in the eye. His voice gentle but serious, "It could always be like this. If you let it."

"I... I know," You admitted, biting on your lower lip as you struggled for the words, "I-I want that. I want you. Even if... it's like this."

Astarion would take offense at the subtle dig if it was anyone else. But with you? He was just happy that you were finally coming around, at long last willing to accept the fate he'd set for you.

"You have it," Astarion promised, tilting your chin up to press a light kiss to your lips, "For as long as I breathe my love, you're mine. And I'm yours-"

You kissed him before he could finish, wrapping your arms around his neck, forceful in a way that he had desperately missed. But you were pulling back too soon, your mouth swollen and your lipstick slightly smeared, smiling at him like the precious thing you were.

How could he resist?

"I think you deserve a reward for tonight my pet," Astarion said, leaning in to softly kiss along your jaw, "For being such a sweetheart."

His hands were wandering, already moving to pluck at the delicate straps of your dress, slowly teasing them to drop down your shoulders.

You made no moves to stop him as your eyes darted around the empty space, "H-Here? But what if someone sees?"

"Then I'll tear their eyes out and feed them back to anyone who stumbles on us," Astarion said simply, smiling at the way it made you laugh softly.

"Violence isn't always the answer you know," You said, your breath hitching as he lightly bit your neck. Your dress still slinking down all the while, "I thought we talked about that?"

"Perhaps," Astarion murmured, "But it seems to usually work in my favor."

He had already managed to slip the straps down enough to ease the way, brazenly tugging the fabric until your breasts spilled from the top. He leaned back in, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth as you gasped; mewling when he began touching you, shamelessly pinching your nipples just to hear you whine.

He adored all your little noises, so easy to coax out of your mouth. He could feel his own cock pulsing in the confines of his trousers, the feeling getting worse and worse as you started to whimper.

Astarion let one of his hands travel further down, right through the slit in your gown. He traced the seam of your pussy through delicate lace, smiling into the kiss from how the simple touch had your hips pitching forward. He could feel you getting wet, already seeping through the fabric of your panties, your needy cunt already begging for his touch. And Astarion was more than happy to oblige.

He tore them from your hips, letting the tattered pieces fall unceremoniously to the ground before he started to rub his palm against your clit, more slick gushing out as you moaned.

You were clutching at his shoulders, panting into his mouth as he played with you. Your thighs tightened around his hand, your cunt wet enough to fill the air with messy, indecent sounds.

Whatever trepidation you had before was quickly dissolving, a small chant escaping your lips as you two kissed, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Astarion was more than happy to oblige.

"Hold onto me darling," Astarion ordered, giving you a split second to tighten your grip around his neck before he was lifting you in the air, settling you on top of the thick railing with your legs spread wide. He made quick work of taking his weeping cock out, rubbing it along the seam of your cunt as you moaned. And then he was pushing inside, the slide soaked and easy.

You felt so tight around him, tight and sopping wet as he started to fuck into you. He bent his head down, popping one of your hard nipples into your mouth as you cried out, your nails clawing into his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him in even closer, despite the fact that he was pressed deeply inside of you. Hitting all of your sensitive places.

He could tell that you were close, your whining getting more and more high-pitched by the second, your sweet cunt pulsing around his cock. Astarion started to rub at your clit again, at the perfect angle to make you tense up and cry out. And just like that you were squirting against his hand, breathing heavy as your orgasm ravaged through you.

Astarion grinned, popping off your breast to kiss your slack mouth. Naughty thing that you were, making a mess all over your fancy dress. He pulled back to look at you, debauched and panting, your pupils dilated at you stared up at him. You looked gorgeous, fucked out and perfect.

He started to fuck you harder, the erotic image was too much for his mind to handle. You where whining with each thrust, no doubt oversensitive as he roughly slammed into you. But you were a good girl, taking it without a single complaint as you held on for dear life, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. But lucky enough for you, you didn't have to wait long.

Astarion spilled inside of you with a drawn out moan, grinding circles into your cunt as you quivered. You pulled him in for another kiss, messily sliding your lips together as he filled you up. The two of you stayed like that for awhile, lazily kissing as he softened inside of you. It felt good, it felt right, the perfect end to a great night.

Astarion pulled out slowly, cooing at you as you gasped at the feeling. Your legs were still trembling as he set you back on the ground, bad enough for Astarion to wonder if he should just pick you up before you crumpled on the floor.

But first...

Astarion dropped to his knees, ignoring your surprised gasp as he spread your legs back apart.

"Hush darling," Astarion ordered as he pushed your dress back up, "Let me have a look at you."

Astarion was aware that he had gotten a little rough near the end there. It wouldn't be the first time he made you bleed during sex, nor the last. But he would hate to do so accidently. But no, your pussy looked perfectly healthy, if not a little swollen. Flushed and pink, your hole still twitching the slightest bit. The sight of your pussy all slick and red was nearly enough to make his mouth water.

"Spread your legs a little further pet," Astarion murmured, looking just to look. He gently added pressure to your shaking thighs until you complied, "That's it. Good girl."

His cum was already starting to leak out of you, the smallest bit of white making it's first appearance amongst your wet folds. No doubt it would be sliding down your legs soon enough. He could do something about that. But then again... the alternative sounded like too much fun.

Astarion stood back up with a smile, patting your pussy once before letting your dress fall back down, "Try to hold it in darling. We wouldn't want to make another mess, would we?"

You nodded slowly, still looking half out of it. A sweet, hazy look still plastered onto your face. You were already leaning in for another kiss, naturally desperate for more contact. Contact that Astarion was more than happy to give. He pulled you closer, kissing you deeply; your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. He wrapped his arms around your back, dipping his tongue between your lips as you dreamily sighed.

You pulled away first, to his displeasure, but you didn't go far. You rested your forehead against his, smiling softly with loving eyes, "Hi."

Astarion couldn't help but smile back, taking the time to tuck a wild piece of hair behind your ear, "Hello my treasure. Did you have fun tonight?"

"I think you know the answer to that," You giggled softly, "I'm not even sure I can walk."

That he did. And there would be many more nights like it. Though for now, he'd prefer to get you home. He felt a bit reluctant to parade you back out there for the masses eyes, so obviously debauched by his hands. No, the sight of you happy and flushed was for his eyes only. Your night would be ending here.

You squeaked as he swept you up in his arms, already muttering the magic for a portal under his breath. And just like that the two of you were gone, completely uncaring to give any good byes.

The two of you popped right into the entry hall of the estate, sudden enough to nearly scare a maid half to death. Astarion paid them no mind, too busy with carrying you upstairs to the sanctuary of your quarters.

You cuddled into his chest, looking up at him with a nervous look, "Did... Did I do good tonight?"

"Of course you did," Astarion cooed as he kicked the door to the bedroom open, trying to softly drop you on the bed, "Perfect creature that you are, what else could have possibly happened?"

But you didn't let go when he tried to pull back, clinging hard enough for Astarion to simply follow you. But he didn't mind, no he preferred you like this. Needy, wanting, and his. He twisted the two of your around, settling only when he had you laying on top of him. He would set a bath for the two of you later, but for now he was more than happy to lay here, watching as your tired to stay conscious. You always got so tired after sex, just one more silly thing that he was endeared by.

"I love you," You mumbled, your eyes falling closed, "Thank you for taking me tonight. For trusting me. I... thank you."

"I love you too darling," Astarion murmured back, kissing your forehead, "You get better by the day. I really am proud of you."

It was true. You were learning, adjusting. Give him a decade and you'd be completely immersed in your new life, all thoughts of useless things like "freedom" forgotten.

You were his. Until the end of time, you'd be together.

He'd make sure of that.

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Bam Yang Gang | F1/F2 (kimi bday celly!)

type :: h/c, fluff tw/cw :: imposter syndrome (kimi), contains :: kimi!, carlos, paul request :: hi! i wanted to request the bam yang gang prompt for carlos and paul along with kimi, these are tough and trying times for us sainz and aron fans 😭🥲 (yessss! my favs from both series!!! and ik :( well get through it tho,,, i hope) link to kimi bday celly!

Kimi Antonelli | 04

He didn't lose the race, he did much better than others - but he was still harsh to himself. He got P14, which wasn't god awful since he beat many drivers. But compared to his other results, he was so disappointed with himself. He didn't even want to speak to you out of embarrassment from his results.

But you just have to force yourself in, since he most likely won't talk to anyone. So when you knock gently on his driver's room door, sneaking in, he tries his best to turn away from you. He doesn't like pity or false-comfort.

His results mean the world to him, there's always so much pressure on him. Although he basically has a good future secured within Mercedes, he's still terrified of it being ripped away from him one day. He feels a constant pressure to perform at his peak, to prove his worth to the world.

Imposter syndrome is something he feels often, he just never opened up about it to anyone. Anyone but you. You knew the best way to help was to assure him that it was just one bad race, not a bad career.

Staying near him and reassuring him he has more races is the best thing you can do. He likes cold hard facts over emotional help. So instead of saying he did amazing, tell him how he almost got fastest lap or tell him how his average position is still around P7.

Also, acts of service helps him as well. Taking any stress off of him that you can makes him feel special, he sees all the effort you put into making him feel better. So, cleaning his driver's room, fixing his hair, or wiping that gross sweat off his forehead means the world to him.

Carlos Sainz | 55

The race was going great for him, he was staying in P2 which was amazing compared to his last races. But it went downhill so fast when he unable to control his steering wheel, making him crash into the barrier and DNF. The entire car was broken, wheels popped off, metal scraps flying everywhere, and even a small baby fire that went out on it's own. The crash was scary, but wasn't his biggest crash.

To say he was disappointed was an understatement. He was angry, disappointed, guilty, and so much more. Instantly, he just ran to his drivers room, wanting to lock himself out of everyone. But when you come in the room, he's unable to say no to you.

The best way to comfort him is just remind him of all his good wins and achievements. His self doubt will build up if you don't remind him of how amazing he is. Physical touch also calms him down and reassures him more.

"You did amazing, Carlos" You say as you brush his sweaty hair to the side and plant a kiss on his forehead.

"You don't need to lie to me." He says as he tries to gently push you away, but you knew he wanted you close. "I was so close to winning, so close..."

"You'll be even closer next time Carlos, you've been improving every race!" You say, knowing you had to stroke his ego a little, "You started in P9 and went up to P2! Who cares if you DNF, you'll probably be driver of the day."

"Ah, I don't care about driver of the day." He says with a hand wave, but you could see the small relaxation his eye muscles made, softening his eyes. You knew he didn't mind the idea of being driver of the day.

"This is just one bad race! Think about Austria or Monaco! Those were great" You say, playing with his hair slightly despite the sweat. You see him give a small smile as he remembers those races.

It was a constant back and forth, of him downplaying himself and you. reassuring him. You knew he already felt better, but you could tell he just wanted more praise for his hard work.

Paul Aron | 17

After Silverstone, Paul was a mess. Mentally, he was screwed - but physically he was doing his best to hide it from others. He knew it was "just a race" but it means so much more to him. He doesn't just want to win, he needs to. With so much pressure to succeed, no academy behind him, and his family pouring this money into this dream of his: he feels the guilt and pressure to succeed 100 times more than any other driver.

He locked himself into his drivers room, too scared to lash out at someone or even worse, cry in public. But you sneak in, how could you not? Seeing him so stressed out would worry anyone.

When he sees you, he can't help but try and hide away for a bit. He needs space for some time to gather himself and assure himself first. It's nothing against you, he loves your company and reassurance, but he also likes to assure himself. His mental is surprisingly calm and collected despite how chaotic life can be.

Once he's ready to face you, most likely after 10 or 20 minutes of being alone, he'll want to move on from the topic. He's not one to dread on the past much and focusses more on the future. The best way to help him is to mention the race once, only once. Otherwise he'll start to think about the race again and feel embarrassed.

Something that helps him is physical touch and quality time. So after the race, just shower him in kisses and hugs and then take him to dinner. He's a very spoiled boyfriend, he is 100% part of the sassy-man apocalypse but he just hides it well

"Thammk you" Paul says in a mumble as you continue to drown him in kisses all across his face. He can't help but smile as you continue to go insane on his face, like a wood pecker. As you pull your head back to take a breathe, he gives you a rude side eye. He clears his throat dramatically, "I didn't say stop, did I?"

He says as he places his hands on your waist, making you sit on his lap as you continue to drown his entire face in kisses. He doesn't even care if you have lipstick or lipgloss on, if anything he prefers it. It makes him smile to see all of those kiss marks on him, it fuels his ego slightly.

[plasticfangtastic]

Dairy Girl-- Part 2

A Homelander x F! Reader fanfic

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this and hope the lenght is enough of an apology, yeah this is gonna be liek 4 parts i got too engrossed btw. hope yall like it here's the previous chapter:

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

word count: 3.4K

Part 2– Calf

As he’d mentioned before the house was an escape proof cage– every window had its hinges super glued or welded shut, glass panels thick enough to prevent shattering but thin enough to allow sound in. That night as he’d left you for the first time you kept your composure, perturbed more by the earlier events that nothing had time to sink in, you venture across the 3 bedroom home, each room old taken straight out from a vintage furniture catalog, the master bedroom smelled just like your grandmother’s, the bathroom walls covered in tacky pink tiles that you told yourself will never get used to.

By the time you explored the whole building you understood the following: The size felt deceiving, without a way to see the outside this building could’ve been 35 floors high and you wouldn’t know, the east-wing of the building at the opposite direction where you’d emerged was cut off from you by a thick metal door, an eye-scan request made its unpickable lock, looking at how it cut on the hardwood floors you’d guess this is where in the kitchen and perhaps the garage and entry hall could be found, this overall felt like an architectural nightmare, the only other oddity of this was the piles and piles of bottled water– Vought branded water… you much rather drink Dasani than this crap… It was by far the worst one in the supermarket.

There were indeed no phones or even ethernet ports on the wall, the TV was bolted in its place and so was the VHS player (and all the furniture too), there were at least 350 titles on the walls (something you bothered to count on day 5), an extremely old vinyl player your only other company... whoever had supposedly lived here was a big fan of Cab Calloway, ABBA and Bruce Springsteen, here you and Bruce could become intimate friends it seems after all you had all his vinyls, alongside an expansive jazz assortment, nothing in this selection went past 1989.

You also learned a very useful fact on day 3 you stared at one of the 18 cameras that you’d found.

“I really want some Mcnuggets! Like just a 12-pack and a large Sprite! Maybe an Oreo Mcflurry too!” You yelled into the camera waving your arms as if the circular lense would reply somehow.

Barely few minutes later the air was filled with the roaring sounds of a bike burning tires seemed the forbidden end faced some road which made you giddy, about 50 minutes later a small door at the door itself opened smoothly where the first strange hand you’ve seen in the last 3 days popped-out leaving a bag with a familiar logo… it wasn’t maccas tho, it was Vought-a-burger which was okay but that wasn’t the point, you picked your meal and your oversize ice-cream and drink and begun connecting lines– Your prison was in Pennsylvania, based on the area code on the phone number on that old pizza box, located close enough from both a pizza chain and on a 15 to 20 minutes drive from a Vought-a-Burger, the library held no maps for you to try to find your location but give or take about an hour or two by foot from any civilization… Yet as you drank the mostly melted caramel churro sundae you smiled thinking of how to steal a bike.

That Night you picked two tapes from the wall not caring one bit about what you were going to see, you stared at the camera.

“Hey can one of you check like an underrated 80s movie list from IMDb ‘cuz I seen a few of these already… at least bring me something new!” 

As always no response was ever given, you dragged your feet towards that ornate bedroom of yours, pink walls, flowery quits, a matching chaise lounge, a hardwood coffee table bolted to the ground and your private TV and VHS player, it took you an hour to remember how to use these thing that second day here. You put on a movie, curling in your bed in the dark, smelling the sweet flowery smell of fabric softener, this didn’t smell like home, pillows too soft, mattress too soft everything here was made to bring you comfort but it was making you feel like a squatter.

The cold light of the screen enveloped every surface and you slowly faded away as ‘Lady in White’ began to wrap up, eyes glued to the screen so firmly you screamed when the faint red light peeked from the corner, clutching the quilt across your body as the red faded away and all you saw was a vaguely illuminated shape.

Blurry colors with no clean shapes, standing facelessly enough blue to let you see it was humanoid, Homelander creeped closer, his body blocking the light and like a shadow he devours everything, he turned around to pause the player, draping his gloves on the dumb box as he turned around once more, your heart caught in your throat, each breath quick and sharp as he took another step closer, hushing softly and he’s there swallowing you whole he kneeled into the bed the mattress squeaked and chimed sinking under his weight pulling you in, only the faint outline of gold eagles and soft blonde locks told you with absolute certainty that he was here… that 3 days ago you indeed met The Homelander, far from the pretty blue-eyed hunk from the movies more ghoul.

You swallowed as his head rested on the pillow next to your hips, his nose burying in the cushioned pillowcase.

“I was busy with work” He mumbles softly, staring at you with the same playfulness of a guilty pet owner who’d ran out of their cat's churu treats– "I promise to visit, I got you something… left it downstairs for you.” 

He stared at your white knuckled hands and without uttering a word you understood his demands, fingers moved by psychic force alone, you welcomed him into your lap as you came undone, burying your digits into his hair, soft like cotton, so smooth you dreamt of cat’s bellies as you scratched him, he took the remote from under you lifting you with so much ease your brain struggled to compute it at first, the movie played and all he wanted was petting.

“Security told me you’ve been good… nothing crazy… am glad, "he said with a tired tone.

“What good would that do me…?” You replied with your eyes focused on the screen.

If you wanted to survive I had to get on his good side, no? you though

“I like it when you people understand your place” He chuckles softly.

‘You people’? You could easily discern the meaning behind his words by tone alone, your finger stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring up immediately.

“I think this would be more productive if you told me exactly what’s going on… I won’t try to run or scream… am just confused and scared…” you spoke bluntly as his gaze met yours in the dark.

“This is my private speakeasy and you’re the bartender… tap too… is hard being on top… and I want some relief… and a sanctum–

“To express your socially unacceptable inclinations/interests? Fair enough I can imagine the press would eat you alive if they found out you liked breastmilk.”

“You’re cute and smart too.” He pushed himself into your stomach, your body sinking to the shape he wanted, holding you tight– I’ll be a good owner and let you asks me absolutely anything you want”

“Why me?”

“Dunno.” His lips tightened into a flat line– the doctors picked you, I asked for a good provider… but all the women downstairs and you did have one thing in common” He sounded awkward as he spoke listening to your increasing heartbeat– you kept producing… I asked to have easy access to my treat but somebody downstairs came out with all of this” his hand lazily gestures around– bit extra I know.”

How simple, he didn’t even care about this to begin with, glaring at him gave you no answers or comfort.

“My family…?”

“They think you killed yourself, I've been told… your ex-hubby been on twitter acting holier than the virgin mary, absolutely devastated for likes” You bit your lips, face scrunching up ready to shout and cry– everybody suspects he murdered you even the cops”

“I'm going to kill him!!” Your tears flowed regardless – god fucking dammit!”

Your whole body rejected the news, twisting your stomach and filling you with needles

“How would you do it?”

“Bash his head in with a hammer…?? I don’t know but fuck him! I wasted 5 years of my life with that bastard!” You cried.

Homelander buried his face into your stomach, hiding the smile on his face. as you cursed outloud for a little bit, he paid no attention to your words.

“Sorry…” You cleaned your tears trying to stop this embarrassing display, the mere thought of him acting like he cared made you sick when he wouldn’t even come to his own son’s funeral– are you gonna hurt me?” you cleaned your nose against the pillow.

He moved so quickly before you knew it he’s face to face and even in this dark room only lit by rolling credits he appeared serene as a painting… It makes your blood run cold.

“Why would I hurt my comforter?”

That night he only slept for a couple hours, never moving from your stomach, holding you regardless, he snored softly, mumbling half-spoken words, lips twitching and brows furrowing, you petted him gently watching his hardened frown melt.

Some days he’d come once, others he’d come five times and then there were the days were you didn’t see him at all, leaving you awkwardly aware about how odd these exchanges felt… for it never felt truly sexual, your fears of molestation and ‘real’ assault dissuaded as you accepted that all this man was doing was come here to whine and bitch about work and suck on your titty– like right now, Homelander has been shouting, talkign so much shit about his coworkers you started to wonder if it was made up for nobody could certainly be that allegedly incompetent, about how stressful it was to do 20 plus media interviews all day, about hoq\w his latest film “Justice Serve” was a fucking nightmare already despite being only half-way thru pre-production.

“Do you even know what it's like to deal with idiots who think they’re better than you because they have an award!?” He put your nipple back in his mouth with a frown– who does Villeneuve think he is” He mumbled into your skin.

Yet he didn’t only bring petty grievances and thirsty lips– he showered you with gifts, perfumes you couldn’t pronounce filled with soft fragrances: sweet but not sugary, warm tones without too much spice. Brought you beauty products to pamper you… to watch you play with from the many cameras in the house, and dressed you like a doll in clothes you honestly wouldn't have bought in the first place, too flowery and tradwifey.

You did so with a fake smile, you’d be pretty for him if you must, keep your tongue in-check and swallow the ever increasing knot in your throat for he at least wasn’t loud towards you, he didn’t yell, he didn’t make scenes… you were just living like his newest pet.

His miniature cow standing in the living room instead of the evergreen pastures outside, VHS tapes and steel food trays made your fence.

You keep busy cleaning this house making stories of who had lived there, Bruce the only one who spoke to you.

Analysing the house inch by inch, there had to have been a spot they’ve missed you kept thinking, you figured that somehow they monitored your sleep cycle, only entering to remove dirty clothes and trash in the death of night, they knew if you were obviously awake, on day 14 you stayed up till around 5 am and not a peep was heard accross the house but as you woke past noon all your trash had been cleaned up, on day 16 you stayed awake all day felt sick passed out and same thing, you would find a way out, you would force them to take you out, all the furniture was glued in its post but if you had to cause a fire you fucking would… as you stared at your clean bedsheets you figure you could force them to come in and drag you outside but as you postulated the possibility of a faux-suicide attempt Homelander’s face flashed accross closed eyes– dare dissapointing him and lose all the goodwill you’d been building, trust, even presents more extravagant than anything your ex ever did.

Had he not kidnapped you, hold you against your will in an underground bunker, used you as a milk fountain and terrified the fuck out of you with his invisible steps in the middle of the night you would had found him charming… endearing even… at least he was still handsome… frightening but handsome.

Day 18-19-20 were the worse so far, days went by and your isolation only grew he had not come by, your meals delivered so quietly you missed them and found them cold, birds either too loud or gone but Homelander never came, every hour the anxiety only grew as you found your throat aching to speak with somebody other than a non-present 80s musician.

You made a stack of the movies you’ve seen yelling to the camera demanding more to watch, abandoning the cause to focus on the obscene collection of Danielle Steel books in the library… at least 30 books, at least it was a distraction as you woke up for the third day in a row without hearing from Homelander. 

You talked to yourself, prettier views didn’t make up for human interaction, you had isolated yourselves before… you didn’t eat, shower, answer calls, simply left yourself to rot in your bed, sinking deeper and deeper into your mattress, the calm heartbeat of the machine keeping you alive until the phone battery died, now here you were curling in the couch feeling that endless void inside you screaming back at you, nothing to distract you from it any longer.

How ironic that those days locked in the basement had been the firsts since the funeral that you’d hadn’t thought about it.

Now every sleep came with dreams of distant cries, empty halls that cooed back, and a sense of urgency as time slipped from underneath you, nothing here smelled like him, yet in your sleep you held your pillow as you once held him, swearing it smelled like him, in the silence the singing birds sound like babies, but there’s nothing but creaking floorboards, old pipes and foreign ghosts in this place.

In this endless silence your mind told you this was limbo, jazz solos disguised the pandemonium of a silent afterlife, but as your heart anguished once again you buried yourself in paltry distractions, reading out loud as to keep your vocal chords warm and delude yourself that there was some company in here, mostly to hide the nonexistent crying.

It took you by surprise when half way thru ‘The Ghost’ you heard the buzzing of the steel door, your ears perked up stretching your neck before falling into the floor, shaky knees picked you up once more with a brave kick, quick steeping into the living room– Homelander stood staring at the messy pile talking to the camera to have this sorted and for the first time since you’d been here you sawn another human, who answered his call almost immediately, a man in kevlar rushed in his gun bouncing on his back alongside a young man dragging an ikea bag.

“Homelander!” Your voice was hoarse but he still turned to smile at you.

“We got you some new movies Ms. L/N” The young man spoke dropping the bag with a heavy thud.

“Watch it!” Homelander growled and you saw a slight stain dribble down his pants– just go wait in the library kitten while these ones sort this out for you.” 

Your feet moved anyways, too excited by the presence of new faces, had he not cleared his throat you would’ve said anything just to make sure this wasn’t a dream, you looked away and that big steel door was wide open, an armed guard by the exit tho… it was an office, painted white with cool fluorescent lights. 

Run, the voices scream.

Run.

For fucks sake run!!\

but...

You stay still.

It’s a test. Run and die, run and he’d snap your spine in thirds before you understand what happened your brain would be separated from your cranium no doubt, you swallow and take a step back, slow heavy agonizing steps lead you to the library.

Homelander’s gaze softens as he watches you sit by the unlit fireplace, he follows you soon after leaving the staff to work behind, you lift your head with a stiff neck, your tongue swollen inside your mouth, he smiles gently dropping to your level, carrying a small box.

The pretty bow doesn’t catch your attention in the least.

Not that dashing smile and ever so blue eyes either.

He tickles your nose without touching.

Chamomile and oat, a pale scent, subtle and clean…

As he scoot closer to you urging you to take the meaningless box held by nude hands, he pets your chin, leaving you to catch nutty tones… his hands smell of almond oil and cream.

He’s talking as he guides your hand into opening the present but you aren’t hearing a single word spoken… all you care about is his aroma…it invides you carving an aching hollow chest, making you dizzy and the world is squeezing your whole body with a thousands of pounds of violent force but you’re still held in one piece, wrapping your neck with the necklace he’d got you, touching every exposed inch leaving traces of sweet almond on you, resting his chin on your stiff shoulder so close whispering sweet nothings to you… hair smells so creamy… milky coconut, it makes you ill– You could name every brand he wore if asked.

“You like it?” He asks into your neck.

‘Like’ what? You guessed he meant the necklace.

“Where have you been?” You asked, wanting to think of anything but that bitter scent.

He pushes you down into the carpet, your hair drapes everywhere so he moves it to give himself no chance to pull it, you can’t even argue but your surprise and discomfort still paints your face, before you can say anything he drops his head on your stomach, nuzzling your dress and pulling your hand towards his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it” his muffle words sound angry, he whined into your stomach a quiet order demanding affection.

Obeying orders before he could whined even more for now you wanted silence again.

Staying like this for as long as he needed, leaving you to speculate what brought him such distress that caused him to abandon you as a result, a part of you stared in awe as you realized you how long this man could stay still without making a sound for.

How long did you lay there in a shared repose that your eyes shut? you wondered as the orange glow of afternoon sun warmed your cheeks, his hand cleaned a falling tear off your face as you woke up with a headache.

“Had a nightmare?”

Your hand unconsciously pulled him close to you, burying his face under your chin he’d awkwardly smiled as he adjusted to your demands, talking to you but it was white noise, your kept him still bridging an arm across his neck locking him in position, your other hand buried in blond, closing your eyes as you got high on shampoo.

In your mind much like your dream you hold him so close, he was plump and giddy, his hair more than a thin tuff, you laughed with him, as you dried his back, you swore to never love the scent of coconut, you held back your pain as you held him with all your might.

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

[theredofoctober]

MANNA- CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: STEAK

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham AU fic

TW for eating disorders, noncon/rape, abuse, Daddy kink, cannibalism mentions, death mentions, Stockholm Syndrome, nonconsensual choking

Read after the cut

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Will forces the stiff brooch of your fingers to open, uncovering the flattened clot of meat and the grease sodden note within. The ink is still clear against the page despite your efforts to ball it up in your palm.

Will reads it, his eye line cutting zigzags across your questionable calligraphy.

“One,” he says, and you take a fumbling step towards the stairwell in want of sanctuary from that solitary word.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, throttling the bannister in your grip. “This is a good idea, right? This is how you prove to Jack that there’s human meat in the house. This is how you prove for sure that Hannibal’s the Copycat and the Ripper.”

You believe the doctor is wise enough to have cleared the basement of evidence in readiness for his guests’ arrival, and know not to bank on it to buy your way out of your imprisonment.

“I told you not to act without me,” says Will. “I should have known you’d disregard me at the first opening.”

His words are like a robber’s knife, going in and in with spiteful jerks.

“But I didn’t do it in the end,” you protest. “I changed my mind. I turned around. Jack doesn’t know anything.”

“It doesn’t matter. Go upstairs and wait for me in Hannibal’s room.”

Your chest constricts at the command.

“Why his room and not my own?”

Will’s lip draws back from closed white teeth, and the threat of him is ozone in the air.

“You know why. Go. And if you disobey me this time not even Hannibal will hold me back from what I’ll do, so don’t bother hiding under his skirts. Move.”

Made pathetic by despair you say, “Don’t do this. You love me, Daddy.”

"And you threw that right in my face. What's the matter with you?"

There is no trace of understanding in the boil of his gaze, nothing of the alliance you’d been so close to cementing behind Hannibal’s back. Whatever that was in its brevity has run from him like liquor from a shattered glass. You cannot pick up the shards, either of you. All that would come of it would be blood.

"You're crazy," you whisper, and Will lunges as though to snatch you up by your neck.

With a squeak you clear the stairs three at a time, crawling the top ones on your gut like a toddler, unable to walk.

You lock yourself into Hannibal's ensuite bathroom and stand heaving chlorinated air, your hands compressing your stomach. Through the freakish eye of your disorder your reflection in the mirror above the sink is a sweating gourd, grossly rotund.

You are surely no good for eating; perhaps that is the reason you will survive this new stupidity of yours, and no other.

Gripped by an awful tension you listen to the ambiguous noises of the occupants on the floors below, chuntering what prayers you remember to what Gods have died in place of the new.

Already you know the motions at work beneath you, how Will must lean into the ear of his friend to whisper of your duplicity, how together they will devise some way to have Jack take a premature leave of the house.

You’d known even as you'd thought to place the paper kiss of Judas in his pocket that you’d be whipped for it by means literal or otherwise. Yet you think you’d rather take leather to the back than be humiliated by sex, so personal and eroding an attack as you take it to be.

They wash you of yourself through such intimacy, your jailers, intend to complete your transformation into their loyal bride until, so wed, you lose the ability to hate them.

Suddenly you miss your parents with an acuteness that brings you to tears. Yet you'd been so scarcely consoled by either mother or father even as an infant that you realise with a choke of horror that it is your abusers you would go to for such love.

You sink down against the shower door, taking comfort in the pain of your spine taking the glass, a kind of penance.

An hour scrapes by, a second, a third. Footfalls rise under you, and doors clap open and shut in their frames.

Voices start up outside the locked bathroom with a suddenness that drives your teeth into your lip against the scream that would otherwise bring you to further shame. Silence is courage of a kind your impulsive nature rarely allows you to keep; it would not be so bad a time to hold it now, you think.

"She's hiding from us," says Hannibal on the other side of the door.

"From you," Will corrects. "Like a child afraid of nightmares.”

“The child she is. I'm surprised we haven’t found her under the bed."

Their mocking you is only the prelude to a harm of brutal extremity, yet you put your hands across your face until tears roll through your closed fingers.

A polite knock strikes the door above your head.

"Come out, Little One. If I must break in to get you out then I'll be far angrier with you then I am presently."

Hannibal’s voice is soft, almost humorous, and for this reason you doubt his rage could be greater if you’d spat in his eye with an oath.

Continuing in that same amiable tone he says, "I know you didn’t go through with your betrayal, which Will and I have taken into account. But you must come out to face us both. You’re adult enough for that."

You answer in a strained, percussive whisper.

"I can't."

“By force or by your own decision you must leave that room,” says Hannibal patiently. “It would degrade both yourself and us if you insist upon the former.”

Will remains silent, his disgust so loud as to speak on his behalf.

There is little aim in examining your options, being that both end with you under a man.

Exhausted, you accept that it was your very foot that tipped the bucket beneath the gallows and, in defeat, open the door.

You see Hannibal peering down at you with the visage of a cemetary angel before Will seizes hold of you, setting you roughly on your back upon the bed. He leans across you, making a lock of your arms in his own, and the stench of him—fish dinner, wood smoke, snow-soaked dog hair, and drink—buries you so densely that you feel like the same animal he is.

He presses his leering face to yours and there is still love in it, that of the autumn killing dream.

“Fight me if you want to,” he says. “Haven’t you figured out that’s what we want by now?”

“I see you’ve reverted to your previous role,” Hannibal comments as you rigidify in Will’s arrest.

“I never really gave it up,” Will answers. “Did you expect me to?”

“I did not, but I’m interested to know why you returned to it so soon. Were you so compelled by her suffering that you couldn’t restrain the urge to correct her mistakes, or were you grasping for a dominance you feared you’d lose through neglect of that power over her?”

Will’s eyebrows start a yard up his forehead.

“We’re both her fathers. That implies an equal standing, unless you’re feeling a particular impulse to submit.”

Hannibal’s gaze pours over Will like resin—searching—hoping for confirmation of an erotic inference.

“Can’t say that I am,” he says at last. “It’s never served me to yield. In the interest of my professional and personal endeavours I find myself needing to be in full control of all variables.”

"And yet she still slipped through your hands, or almost did. She would have sold both of us to Jack, and it's on you for trusting her to wander away from the table without making sure she stayed in her room. Are you losing your head, Dr Lecter?"

"No more than you are. You too left her alone long enough to form dangerous ideas and to act upon them, or near enough. We both hoped that she would develop loyalty to the family by now, and we've each found that hope shattered."

"You hoped," says Will, and he twists the cord of your arms for emphasis. "I doubted. But our problem isn't with her lacking the right emotions. It's that she still thinks she can cut us off like a teenage runaway whenever she feels like it. She's a brat. We haven't purged that trait, and if we haven't succeeded at this stage I doubt we ever will."

"Nevertheless we should persevere with our attempts to tame it, somewhat," says Hannibal dryly. "I believe it’s high time we begin."

Upon that verbal cue Will pulls a thick roll of packing tape from his pocket, brought with him from his home with the clear intent to use should such an event as this arise; he’d already been in doubt of your demure turn in behaviour and had kept his ears pricked for its merest change. That same knowing is in his eyes as he leans on you to tie your wrists together, near winding you with the force of his weight.

As soon as it lifts again you suck in a litre of air and begin to plead with them both.

"I know I shouldn't have done it, I know, I know, it was really bad, but I turned back, right? I did, I—"

"I should tape your mouth, too," Will says. "But Dr Lecter thinks that's a bad idea."

“Her airways must be clear,” says Hannibal with evident regret. “We can experiment with that notion in the near future.”

Thinking of his expensive toys you shudder deeply. A gag or bit between your teeth, the straps cutting the membrane of skin at your lips’ outer corners—

“No,” you say. “Please. Hannibal— Daddy—"

Will drags your head upright, and Hannibal stoops down so close that he could kiss you on the mouth if he were so inclined.

Instead he only says, “Through us you’ll receive absolution. You’d respect us far less if we withheld this from you.”

Then he touches your neck the way he did the day he’d asked how you would kill him, pressing gently down on either side of it until you thrash, light-headed, in the grace of his hand.

The flat gems of Will’s eyes watch, intent, and one of his arms twitches as if restraining the urge to pull the other man away from you, or else to him.

“Grasp her like this,” says Hannibal. “A slight pressure is all that’s needed.”

For an instant you are rendered unconscious, in a state of calm and terrible bliss. How they frighten you with the helplessness of falling into that space of not quite sleep, extending their control over not only your body but your wakefulness, as well.

You can’t deny you would have asked for this in more consensual circumstances. In your old life you’d watched a specific clip over and over you’d found of a pretty actress taken roughly in some false dungeon and had placed your own fingers around your throat until you came.

But in that video the performers had been subtly attentive to each other with gestures and murmured check-ins. Rather gentle, in retrospect.

It’s doubtful these men will ever ask for your agreement. They plunder and consume and have killed with the same irreverence; to ask if you’ll allow your own rape is illogical, a black sort of joke.

Hannibal removes his hand from your throat, then, and without hesitation Will’s takes its place, squeezing far tighter than is necessary to replicate the desired effect.

You go limp within seconds of this, your gaze roaming over the light feature above you as your body jerks with the spasms of an inexistent electrocution.

Without a hint of his previous trepidation Will slaps your cheek to wake you. You rouse slowly, unwillingly; it’s easier to be out than aware of him in his anger with you.

“No more,” you whimper. “I don’t like it, I don’t like it—”

“If you did I’d start again with something else,” says Will bluntly. “I’m tired of you pissing on every rule we set for you.”

Again he chokes you in and out of that cursed quarter sleep.

Observing, Hannibal says, “Penetrate her.”

"Gladly," Will replies, and with a nasty smile on his lips he lets himself free of his clothes.

You kick at him weakly, not daring to strike the groin or his belly lest you enrage him all the more. He throws your legs apart with ease and snaps the elastic of your undergarments, uncaring of the expense, which is vast.

Then with his hand a gorget around your gasping throat he perforates your resistance, his lean form a weapon of adrenaline. You flail in the maelstrom of him, buffeted by the strike of his palm dredging you out from each choking attack.

For him to have almost lost access to your body, to have been deprived of what is already rationed by his work— he’d love to core your innards with his knife and teach you through death what a bitch you’ve been to scorn him.

But then again perhaps it wouldn’t be a blade he’d employ; from the feel of him you think he’d use his hands.

His beautiful face is pale with a yearning for slaughter as he licks your skin of its taste. Weak from his fucking and the rounds of suffocation you sprawl, a boneless corpse hung upon his cock. Your cunt is a channel of aching.

Hannibal only watches this go on; you're vaguely surprised that he does not touch himself, nor does he say a word throughout the rape.

Only his eyes communicate their want— not for you, but for the man that takes you like a conquering soldier, wishful that he were the one to endure his power.

Will ends the act while you're passed out upon him, slowing to an idle stir of his hips as he fills you with white warmth. When your eyes are too slow to open he catches you by the chin and shakes you about.

"Why do you have to make us so ashamed of you?"

You should laugh in his face, call him a killer again, but you only cry limply, stung by the coarseness of his voice.

As Will stands Hannibal makes as if to have his turn.

"Don't touch her," snaps Will.

The older man stops at once.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want you to."

Nonplussed, Hannibal turns his head aside as though the angle will assist him to understand.

"May I ask the reason?"

Working up his zipper, Will says, "We aren't where we were with our friendship. The time erased from memory— I'll never get it back. You stole it from me, health and reason, too. I resent how little any of it’s affected you. You’ve lost nothing, and I think maybe you should.”

"I'd like us to begin anew," says Hannibal, and it occurs to you that he is pleading; he may as well be on his knees. "To progress from my misjudgement we can only advance and establish a new way of being."

Will’s mouth warps in a grim smirk.

"It's not that simple. You benefit from my presence here with you, and with her. You've orchestrated every moment of this relationship and feasted upon it like an emperor. For once I want to see you go hungry."

Astonished by the development of this conversation you glance at Hannibal, picking apart each mite gesture of stress in his composure.

"Very well,” he says. “I starved profoundly, as a boy."

Sympathy brushes Will's expression, buried quickly under hard disinterest.

"Then you'll survive."

He swivels to leave, ignoring the trembling heap of you on the bed, the piteous hand extended like the paw of a menagerie animal through the bars.

"You're going?" asks Hannibal.

"The dogs miss me. Winston keeps running away. Can’t let it happen again.”

"And when will you return to us?"

The rapidity of Hannibal’s questions, though spoken entirely without emotion, gives away his distress at being left so abruptly and in obvious discord.

"I'll be by in a couple of days," says Will. "Whenever Jack's squeezed me dry of all I’m worth."

He lets himself out of the house alone, coolly satisfied with his retribution.

In silence Hannibal approaches the bed to untie you and smooth your dress back down over your bare legs again. That he doesn't assault you even after Will has left and is unable to see the act fills you with an inappropriate hilarity. Of the two almost lovers Hannibal— the eater of flesh—is so serious in his submission to the other's desires that he enacts his will like a ritual, private, but nevertheless in hope of it being recognised.

He has you follow him to your own room and bids you to sit as he takes away each of your books and records to lock up in a cabinet along the hallway.

"You'll consume only what I decide for you until I see proof that you’ve learned from this evening," he says. "I think we’ll also return to regular therapy."

You don't argue, merely sit upon your mattress, a doleful waxwork, too stunned by what's occurred to offer a response.

"I read your journal," says Hannibal, suddenly. "There were some interesting ideas covered in even those short entries. I'd like you to continue penning your thoughts."

Stirring, you say numbly, "What's the point? My writing is awful. Even though it's just supposed to be a diary I can't stand hearing my own voice. I wish I was good at it, you know? Poetic, I guess."

It is odd to hold such a dialogue with the doctor after he conducted such sadism upon you through his friend. You are used to it, however, this domestic order of evil.

"Artistic skill comes with practice," says Hannibal. "A worthy exercise is to study a piece of work you admire and attempt to replicate it. For instance, you could take any sentence you like and rewrite it in the style of Nabokov or Dostoevsky to better understand their methods."

You pull a face.

"I don't want to be a mimic, though. I want my own way of writing."

"By breaking down the construction of literature and the patterns within it you'll begin to see how you can apply similar—though not identical—practices to your own work. All the greats have done so with those they admire."

Something of this conversation leads your mind on another track, one connected through the canon of a more vicious form of art.

"Dad," you say. "I'm the Lover's second muse, aren't I? That’s why you’ve involved yourself in the case. It's so obvious. I'm not just a distraction to the killer; he’s been interested in me long before you or Will ever met me. That's why the second wave of girls look like me, and it’s part of the reason why you agreed to accept me for treatment.

“The minute you saw my case and realised who I was you took me from the Lover right from under his nose just because you could. You didn’t want him to kill me before he finished creating enough dolls for him to show Will who he is. You knew I was the perfect gift for him."

Hannibal makes a militantly neat pile of the last of your books and brushes down their spines with his hand.

"Yes," he says. "I did."

Part of you had known it always, had sought out what detail of you raised you beyond the tossing out of the class of Rude to which you belong.

"Jack and Will know, don't they?" you ask. "They know who I am to the Lover."

"They've suspected for some time. Having looked at all the Lover killings anew it's become clearer still. Will chose to conceal this information believing you were not mature enough to bear so sinister a burden. I imagined you'd guess but preferred to allow that thought to develop without my interference and so cause you less harm.”

Your pulse is a drunken rhythm in your temporal membrane; you put your hands to your ears, uncertain how to be rid of a noise inside your own head.

“That’s why you weren’t afraid to speak so openly about the killer in front of me,” you say. “You were never lying about your theories, exactly; you were testing out alternatives to be sure the one you had was right.”

“Just so. Two of the Lover’s past victims were old classmates of yours; it was only missed because both girls had switched schools many times. One of them changed her name when she and her mother fled from domestic violence in her teens.

“The other you knew when you were so young I doubt you remember her, and besides, you were a lonely child and wouldn’t have thought of her as a particular friend. Most of the girls who have been killed are strangers to you. The Lover wasn’t such a fool as to play his hand too openly.”

Dazed, you spill back upon the bed, drawing the sheets over your eyes.

"All this time you've tried to make out you took me because you thought you could help me, but really it's because you liked the idea of me being yours and not his.”

Your tone—brash, accusatory—is met with unsettling calm.

"That's only one reason. The others remain to be true."

"You've put such a target on my back. The Lover knows exactly where I am at all times. What's stopping him from just walking in and taking me? Did you ask him to back off or something?"

"He is unaware that I appreciate the full extent of your importance to him. I left him under the impression that I was an admirer that enjoyed the notion of him toying with the FBI through you. But even if he concludes why we have housed you here the presence of Will and I here will discourage him from descending upon you.

“He knows that I would defend you, and how easily I could reveal him. Jack has offered us police surveillance, but I assured him that wouldn't be necessary. The likelihood of being observed is enough for the Lover to keep his distance for now."

Sniffling, you say, "You just don't want to make things harder for yourself."

"It wouldn't matter either way. The Lover will be apprehended soon, and my pursuits will continue as before."

You peer out from under the sheets with a bleak interest, unable to guess whether Hannibal still means to wait for Will to unveil the Lover's identity or if there is some other reason he resists excising the Lover's presence from his life.

A man as jealous as Hannibal surely cannot stand that this third party hungers so openly to take you to his bed and to the grave. You cannot quite work it out.

"Why aren't you more angry with me, anyway?" you ask him. "You're talking about everything but what I did, and you should be furious. You should want to give me away to the Lover. I don't get why you're so—"

"Your naughty behaviour is unfortunately an expected routine. Besides, you thought the better of your escape: while I'm displeased you even considered such an act I have forgiven Will far greater without reprimand."

Starting, you say, "Will? What do you mean?"

"I know that he suspects me as both the Copycat and the Chesapeake Ripper, and that he has already hinted at his suspicions to Jack. They were dismissed due to Will’s claims that they were caused by his recent illness."

Registering your alarm, Hannibal adds, "You needn't appear surprised. No doubt you've discussed my killings with him."

There is a gentle barb to this last statement that challenges you to lie.

"I didn't know he'd talked to Jack," you say carefully. "I never thought he would. Are you sure about this? What are you going to do?"

"I suspect a conversation will be had with Will when the time is right."

Though too polite to shrug there is something of the gesture in Hannibal's response.

"You're not going to stop seeing each other, are you?" you ask, getting down from the bed with a wince at the throbbing wound of your misused cunt. "You both hurt each other. You're not going to... break up over this, right?"

Hannibal turns from you, carrying your books off into the cupboard which he locks up with a silver key.

"It's in your best interest that we remain together," he says. "But you’ve already come to this conclusion, have you not?"

*

In the days that chase out that the shadow of that night you are disconsolate in the face of a third punishment: the withdrawal of all affection from Hannibal, who becomes as dry and distant a caretaker as your mother had likely hoped of him.

He turns his face from kisses, removes the tangle of you from his body should you attempt an embrace. Sensuality will not win him back after such hurt inflicted on the heart, this he means you to grasp.

Once you would have jigged for joy at the difference, but instead you find yourself feeling lonely and displaced, beginning to doubt that you are as invincible as you'd believed.

Yet you’re still allowed your incredible room, still given access to your designer clothing rather than made to go nude or in rags, yet you find you've become jaded by all this excellence, or else seek it in a more esoteric format.

To your humiliation you find yourself begging for the kindness you've lost one night you cannot eat a steak you know is surely human; something in the taste convinces, something in the colour of blood that flees the hunt of your knife.

"I'll vomit," you say. "Sorry, but I will. I can taste it in my throat. Please, I promise I'll eat dessert, I’ll lick the plate—"

"There is no dessert," says Hannibal icily, and he takes the dish away with a swipe of the hand so sharp as to almost break his code of elegance.

Shortly after, still hungry and secretly proud of your resistance to eating, you're summoned into the living room, stopping short at the sight of Hannibal with a red rope like a serpent coiled through his closed hand.

You recognise instantly the purpose in his stance, the meaning of the table carried to the chancel of the room, its surface polished so severely that you see your master in it upside down, his every detail there preserved.

"Undress," he says, "and lie down. Don't attempt to argue with me. I don't want to raise my hand to you today."

He means to bind you for sex, the rope entwined like bindwood around your naked torso, the lengths cutting obscenely into the flesh, this detail a torture of a uniquely psychological nature.

This has little do with dinner, you realise, but with your previous mistake, one so close to calamity that you may never cease to pay for having made it.

Dizzy with fear you pick off your clothes garment by garment, and lie down on the table on your belly, your chin against the mirror of its face.

"No," says Hannibal. "On your back. I intend you to be seen."

But he turns you himself, his hands under your loins and breasts, the rope already quick at work between them. You sob as he wraps you in a net of his creation, a beautiful fretwork designed to portion up your body in a mosaic of skin and string.

Will steps into the room sometime during the operation, his face like a cyclamen above the upright collar of his dark jacket, lovely and cold.

"What's this, a peace offering?" he comments as Hannibal steps aside to allow him a better view. "You can't regift something I haven't even returned, especially when I've been using it so freely. Try again, doctor."

You strain your neck to get a look at Hannibal's expression, which in a contained fashion seems determined.

"You begrudge me for pushing you towards your transformation," he says, "and yet you indulge in it with such delight. This anger only serves to deepen the fracture in this household; had we remained united as we were before she might never have felt compelled to leave. Your antagonism makes her feel unstable."

Will scoffs at the turning of blame upon him, ripping off his jacket in testy jolts.

"She asked me to tell her I love her. You know that she would never have willingly let that go if she didn't find herself so nauseated by another truth she had to swallow."

"Yet you've known that truth far longer than she," says Hannibal sharply, "and yet you chose to remain. Why did you dissuade Jack from investigating me in the end? Was it for her sake alone or was there something else that you stood to lose?"

The men—Will pacing, almost prowling, Hannibal rigid by the table—come so close that they could easily touch. At least one of them wants to.

"You think I'm still a porcelain trinket," says Will. "That I'd crack at the first length of distance between us."

"I know that you are not, but nor are you a solitary animal. Certainly you could hunt without me, but you'd think of those hours we claimed together and know the pleasure of it could never be recaptured alone. It would be a shallow play, a grasping imitation of what came before."

Will stares into Hannibal's eyes with such spite and fascination that you've never been more glad to be ignored.

"Your arrogance is in bad taste. You haven't even asked me to forgive you."

"Because I don't expect you to, and because you've not asked for forgiveness from me. I've killed for less than you have done, but all I ask is that you remain."

Hannibal reaches out and touches Will's face so lightly that only your proximity to the two men reveals that his fingers make contact. To your amazement Will allows this without turning away, even shifts his proud cheek slightly in Hannibal’s direction.

"So you miss me that much.”

"Yes,” says Hannibal simply. “I began this for you, Will. Never forget it."

Will smiles without teeth.

"You began this for yourself."

"I've never denied the selfishness of my desire. Can you own that of yours?"

The younger man sobers to ponder this.

"When I'm stranded inside the Lover's thoughts you're always what brings me out of it. You reveal him to be so weak. There's nothing beautiful in what he creates, only a desperation to be loved by those that never can. But in what you've done— I see the art. I saw it before I wanted to. I see it now with her."

He lays a hand on one of your trussed breasts, and a stone of pleasure rolls down the path of your imprisoned form. You regret that you cannot hate him so purely any longer, this beast that now knows what he is.

"I want to see you with her,” says Will suddenly. “When you're alone with her I know you can be brutal. I want to witness how you hurt her, and how you make her so devoted to you afterwards."

Hannibal steps in against you, his covered arousal against your despair.

“Join me," he says, but Will shakes his head.

"Not this time."

"Then tell me in plain words what it is you want."

Will stands by your head, looking across you into Hannibal's eyes.

With a foreign silkiness he says, "I want you to fuck her, Hannibal. Please."

A purely sexual thrill runs through the other man, and as you lie speechless in the fog of their joint sickness Will bends to murmur in your ear.

"I love you," he says. “Remember that the next time you try to run away.”

Then Hannibal slides you down the shear of his cock, plying your body under him like mud in a bully's fist, and all the while Will watches the act it’s not you he sees, but him.

[yanderestarangel]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?"

TW: dark themes, toxic relationship, physical aggression, afab anatomy, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, yandere themes, smut, nsfw.

｡˚☽˚｡⋆ SHANG TSUNG : You two met when he went to collect a debt from one of your neighbors in the small village where you lived with your family, he would ask if your neighbor was there, since he didn't answer the door, you would talk distractedly taking care of some flowers that I didn't know for sure, oh my, the wizard was already madly in love with you, he would ask for some water and then ask your name and then kiss the back of your hand leaving with some men. From then on, his life would be a real hell. He would research everything about you and your family, he would be the type who would first try to win you over like a normal person, but soon he would see that you didn't seem very interested in her, soon leading him to a plan B. - He would start threatening the owner of renting your house immediately increasing the monthly payment, leaving you and your family in complete despair, however, he appeared as a "great savior" giving the house to your family again, with one caveat, you would have to go out to dinner with he. Shang Tsung was very seductive, he would pick you up at home, dressed in beautiful gold and red royal attire, loose hair and extremely expensive perfume, he would know how to convince you to stay with him, telling you how lucky you were that he had bought your house, in no time you would be in his hands and with sweet words and some wine, he would be between your legs at the end of the night, fucking you hard and slapping your face.

You two start dating immediately, and it becomes hell in your life, Shang wouldn't let you go home anymore, you would practically live with him in his castle, all his henchmen from exoterra weren't even allowed to breathe near you, much less let you go out without him around. He would be busy with business but he would leave you beautiful and locked up in another shared house between the two of you - don't take him the wrong way, but he wouldn't feel comfortable leaving you in a house full of likely exits to run away and never come back to him again. -

He is well controlled, Shang really knows that you won't leave him, because in addition to having developed emotional dependence on you on purpose, he could kill your beloved family at any moment - perhaps he even did this before, so you could only have him, but just maybe- But every jealous crisis he has you will be fucked by her until you can no longer walk, he will sink into you without any mercy for your poor pussy, talking while he puts his dick in you with all his strength that you are a dirty slut who wants to give that pussy to anyone, and that only he can have your body and heart, whether you want it or not.

You wouldn't, like never, if you even dared to mention that you wanted to end the relationship you would see a family member of yours killed, by your boyfriend while he smiled insanely and asked if he heard what you meant to say correctly. He would also never break up with you, for him you are the only one in his life and will always be and if you try to run away he will find you and make your life hell, first of all you wouldn't even leave the exoterra, he literally has contact with You wouldn't even be able to get a ride to go as far as possible from exo terra and if you did, it would be one of contacts to pick you back up. You would soon realize that it wasn't the right way and you would panic seeing Shang Tsung just ahead waving happily to the driver. You would try to scream and then cry but there was nothing else you could do in that situation, he would take you home and soon he would have him by your side and kissing your neck, of course, with your wrist held by a pair of handcuffs on your wrist. At the head of the bed, he would lay his head on you, hugging you while your tears flowed : "-My love, you will never leave here, you will die here, whether you want it or not."

｡˚☽˚｡⋆ BI HAN : Please never have a relationship with this man, seriously darling, Bi Han is the type of man that you can't even breathe someone else's air and he will have a jealous crisis taking you both home - this man's crises are always happen with the two of you out - he wouldn't be shy and say that you were wearing too short clothes to go out and that's why you were at home - not because he was jealous because you simply smiled at the waiter after he gave you a drink - and After arriving home, the two of you would have extremely violent sex on Bi Han's part, he would record fucking your pussy from behind while pulling your hair - regardless of whether your hair was short or not, he is 6'1 tall, meaning he would reach your head calm down - and right after cumming inside you, his cum warmed your entrance recording the cum dripping from your pussy. He would also be extremely controlling with things related to your work, forget leaving the house after dating him, you only go out with him or if you are accompanied by a man he trusts from the Lin Kuei - Mainly Sektor - if he knows you left alone he would have an outbreak when he got home - let's say maybe, but just, maybe, he put a tracker on you, with the help of Sektor, specifically on your cell phone or maybe on yourself, this man is sick - and this outbreak it would generate an outcry from him, and you would only hear it silently, crying quietly, since the last time you raised your voice to him you left the mark of his hand on your face for 3 days. He's the type to punish you physically, he thinks you'll learn better from pain. Things like hitting you if you dare to raise your voice to him have become normal in his life, he also faithfully believes that hitting you is not wrong and will never apologize for the opposite, he will pretend nothing happened and have breakfast with you like a happy couple. Unlike the others on the list, there is no way not to notice the red flags in the relationship, you went into this knowing how problematic Bi Han was and thought you could change him in some way, you were mortally mistaken. If you tried to escape from your house he would find you in hell, the entire Lin Kuei would come after you, and deaths would happen because your dear boyfriend knows that you couldn't bear to see civilians dying because of you. Soon the grand master would see you come out of a small house in the village that you were hiding with your hands up, there were people looking at you shocked by everything and others dead on the ground as you passed, obviously all the witnesses would be neutralized. Bi Han hugged you tightly, placing kisses on your head as he carried you in his arms. "-I told you my love, you will never run away from me, you are my soulmate, have you forgotten? If you try to do something like that again, I swear I will slowly kill every person you love in this life."

｡˚☽˚｡⋆ JOHNNY CAGE: This man is a Labrador type, he is a cute man but when he wants to he can turn your life into hell. You met Johnny in one of his films, and he soon became very passionate and in a record amount of time you began to have a relationship, in the beginning it was always normal and respectful, but he has already shown some strange signs, like always asking what you smiled so much writing on your cell phone - which was ironic since he was always glued to his cell phone - which would generate a mini fight between the two of you with Johnny saying that he was afraid of losing you, that he couldn't live without you and that he would do anything To have you by his side, he's the type who will apologize for raising his voice in a fight but will try to justify why he did it. The man will go slowly, showing several red flags, such as expelling his friends from the house that was shared, saying that he had had enough of the noise and that he needed to rest from unlike your friends leaving a horrible atmosphere in the room. You looked at your boyfriend in disbelief as he opened the door and each of your friends came out awkwardly smiling in your direction, the argument between you would be heated with him calling you a slut in the process which would make the older man apologize soon after while you If you locked yourself in the bathroom, you would only make up when you left the room and saw Cage silently crying while looking at your photos. He really has problems with trust, he loves you and trusts you, but he can't say the same about his friends and the world in general, even with you being in his life for many years, he doesn't trust himself, you two would end up fucking with Johnny Cage beneath you talking about how he couldn't see his life without you, while you rode him and kissed him, the man's hips went in desperate rhythm as he saw the goddess that was you moaning on his dick, and oh my he could never lose you.

+ BONUS CHARACTER

｡˚☽˚｡⋆ KUAI LIANG : Kuai Liang is literally on the same level as Bi Han, seriously, maybe even worse. This man would lay eyes on you for the first time and soon become obsessed, in this context you would be a support soldier in the mission against Perseus, everything was supposed to be normal but you soon find yourself cornered by Kuai and his sick thoughts. The man wouldn't give you a choice, either you stay with him or you die, simple as that. He would first try to win you over by normal methods, like bringing flowers or inviting you to dinner and if you accepted, you would fall into his web of control. This relationship would be a prison, you couldn't leave this man's side and if you did it without authorization you would be punished, he would love to punish you with humiliation, making you suck his dick under the table while there is a very important meeting with the Lin Kuei or just you depriving you of wearing clothes at home, he would always, literally always, fuck you, the bastard knew how to break your mind, he knew how to have sex that made you cry while you trembled on his thick cock. During sex he would praise you saying how good you are for taking his dick so well in your pussy, you were already not feeling very well with everything that was happening, so a Stockholm syndrome bond was formed with the man, rightfully so. to you crying every time Kuai deprived you of contact. Well, I think that with all this there's no need to say how jealous he is, you're just his, it could have happened that a man who tried to buy you a drink turned up dead in some alley, he's not the type to hit you , but, he will do much worse things. You will never escape, forget that dear, he will put you in a house far away from everything and everyone with the security system high and to avoid the risk of an escape, so you just let the man take control of your life. Kuai Liang would arrive home and see you on the porch, sitting in a beautiful white flowy dress that showed off your cleavage all dressed up, you looked sadly at the forest landscape around you, life had already left your eyes, you were a soulless doll, Kuai's broken doll, he sat next to you, slowly placing you on his lap while running his hand through your soft hair, you were broken, Kuai Liang knew, but there was no going back.

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