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SWEET PRISONER. dark!Caitlyn kiramman x f!reader

tw ; G!PCaitlyn cause girls can have dicks to force deep down your throat. Rape/noncon, you make it clear that you don't want to but she fucks you anyways, reader trapped, kidnapping, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, swallowing cum from caitlyn's mouth/ spit wc; 2.8k

Footsteps echo in the silent prison, the noise of the cell keys banging furiously trying to open the large, tightly locked door does not go unnoticed; being one of the only things you hear in weeks—possibly months.

Caitlyn enters as a confident, menacing presence—it's a sight you've been seeing more often. eyebrows furrowed visibly; eyes hard and sharp. makes you unconsciously jerk; the chains tightly clasped around your wrists jingle, giving you a reminder that you've already used up all the length of them you had to get around.

You don't remember the last time you spoke to someone other than her; she makes sure you don't.

you shiver when your body is brutally forced to stop by the handcuffs , it hurts— it's your fault, really. you don't know why you even thought about the possibility of you being able to escape, maybe you had a chance to escape when she still let you walk around like a normal human. No handcuffs and nothing, when she let you have your opinion on some things. no matter how small they were. they were still something

“You’re awake,” she murmurs under her breath; raspy and husky voice, she moves towards you who is crouched in the corner of the cell. she raises an eyebrow shyly when you don't dare to look at her and that makes you shrink internally, her eyes scan your body, pupillating dilating while she not-so-subtly—not that she ever thought of being, examines you completely.

“I thought I told one of the enforcers to bring you some panties?” She pondered shameless, more of an answer than a question and oh, how funny she is. acting like you could use more than that as if she didn't soak disgustingly every single pair of panties she gave you with her cum.

You control yourself from scoffing when she runs her fingertips along your rib cage with familiarity, rubbing her thumb over the unblemished skin that is now full of bruises adorning your skin

Caitlyn makes a sound of mock-pity in the back of her throat not even making the effort to look at you. not when she has more important things to take care of “is it too much for you?” she scoffs harshly, her hands slipping between your legs, forcing your thighs open for her, fingers digging into the soft skin of your inner thigh when you don't relax and open up automatically, how you hate her. you hate how she just comes and takes what she wants from you without even caring if you want it, like her doll to use.

Her fingers slip painfully slowly to your pussy, fingers scratching the skin of your stomach in the way. digits rubbing your entrance, you tremble and try to close your thighs, only to receive a firm even painful grip “I've had a really shitty day,” she mutters harshly, “do it the fucking easy way today” The words come out naturally, demanding and without a hint of distress; You frown and continue to force your thighs closed, you don't want this— and Caitlyn seems to notice. of course she notices, Her eyes narrow sharply and her free hand tugs at your chained wrist to pull you closer to her.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you blink hard to try to avoid her cold, scolding gaze. Like you're a petulant child throwing a tantrum and not a woman who's tied up for god knows how many days in a cell.

“Are you playing deaf?” Her eyes scan your face, fingers reaching up to firmly grip your chin “Don't make me force myself in there” Her threat is practically spat out in disgust. she hold your jaw in a painful grip, forcing your face to look at her. her day was shit one at the council today. stupid people, paperwork to sign, her head starts to throb just thinking about you opening your mouth to do something other than suck or choke on her fingers.

She squeezes your thigh painfully, forcing you to spread your thighs. her face forming into a visible frown when you hesitate, fingers coming up to cup your cheek, fingers clad in shooting glove, the fabric scratches the soft skin of your cheek gently, her eyes scan your face. she clicks her tongue, mocking you.

her hand is formed in a smooth arc and she strikes you hard across your cheek with her hand, the blow ringing in your ear and the taste of blood in your mouth.

she scoffs softly in the back of her throat and grabs your chin again “I don't like doing it you know.” She coos as she feels tears streaming down your cheeks, poor sensitive thing. her lips press against your flushed cheek. voice like honey— falsely sweet. “No need to cry” she muttered softly but you still can feel the condescension in her voice, cause she rarely has any regrets.

Her hand moves away from your cheek, leaving it inconveniently cold, the fingers slide down again moving to the top of your thigh, drumming her fingers on the skin.

your thighs slowly open(begrudgingly) eliciting a positive hum from her throat. she presses herself against you, the front of her pants pressing against your groin, the fabric rubbing against the sensitive skin, burning in the worst possible way.

her hand slips to your pussy now, gaze going down and eyebrow arching curiously when she sees and feels her glove wet, a cruel giggle echoes as if she finds it funny “Why the tears when you're this wet honey?” she forces two fingers into your tight entrance, insistent fingers when she can't fit two fingers in at once.

“Relax for me”

“Fuck you” you babble, tears still streaming, her shallow display of affection did nothing to calm you. She rolls her eyes out of your line of sight and nuzzles into your throat, breath warming on your skin “Stop being so dramatic like a baby. you can handle more than two fingers. Much more.” She whispers, voice muffled.

Her fingers force their way in, fingers abusing your hole, Your eyes squeeze tightly close as more tears that you don't even notice run down your cheeks. When she can't slid her fingers inside, she pulls her wet fingers away and places them on the front of her pants. She smirk against your neck, her mouth sucking a bruise next to an old one that she made a long time ago

Her slim, thin fingers run over her jeans. a soft sigh leaving her lips, fingers fumbling with the buttons “fuck..” her lips purse into a frown, her fingers open the button of her pants, breathing heavily, she opens her pants, the bulge already appearing in her underwear, tense and frustrating desire. she's been having to put up with fucking zaulnites and slum dwellers for so long, she just needs this.

She sighs, hands gripping her cock behind the damp fabric. is practically transparent now, her tip leaking pre-cum, her hand goes through her waistband and pulls her cock out. The cock jumping out of her underwear, The veins throb with pent-up lust, the tip drools, she runs her thumb over her tip, a sigh leaving her lips. your breathing quickens in a moment when you see it, it's disgusting. you hesitate and sneak off, standing against the old wall

She stops for a second when she feel your movements— or the lack of your cooperation. jaw clenching and eyebrow furrowing, she's mad, she definitely is. she slowly raises her head, looking at you, cold eyes and pupils dilating incessantly, she approaches you and rubs the tip against your entrance, pushing deep, she's forcing it in “Oh poor thing,” she begins, voice still incredibly gentle, and you feel the frustration boiling over “You need to relax, what have I told you about that.” she scolds harshly, gloved fingers coming up to rub your sensitive clit, trying to relax your walls.

You squirm, legs twitching furiously as you feel her tearing you in half, she grabs your waist and slid over your body “no, no, no— leave me” you panic only to have a gloved hand grabbing your mouth and muffling your voice, she leans down to tower over you when you squirm trying to get away from her grip, the veins in her neck throb visibly and she grips you painfully “Stop fucking moving, yeah?” she hissed through her teeth, you could visibly hear the bad mood in her voice. She grabs your arm and presses her hips closer to yours, the pain is agonizing, her cock is so thick. she held you down with her bodyweight as you'd wriggle in attempts to get her off— you're so innocent, you don't even know that turns her on even further.

She can't get over it as you keep trying to get away from her whenever she comes here, as if you didn't want to accept that there was no future for you anymore. You are so stubborn that you make her want to break you again and again

“You're lucky you're so wet” she hums when see more tears flowing and your frowning expression, Her length finally sinks into your tight walls, practically doesn't fit, you're still so tight. the expression of discontent in her face soft as she lets out a sigh at the sight of your face and the tears streaming down

Her head rests on your throat and she finally slides her entire length in, breathing hot and panting. the feeling of her filling you up makes you gasp, your walls stretching to receive her like you always do, her hips move with familiarity. her pelvis slamming against yours, your throat burns as you try to fight back just a little— which is all in vain because her grip on you not soft an inch. Your body shudders with each thrust, her nails dig into your hips. “Just like that.” She sighs when your warmth embraces her length “I missed this pussy” She breathed, rubbing her cheek against your shoulder. which is met with you pulling away from her touch "Don't be so rude to me." She scoffs and sinks in again. teeth nibbling on your neck to emphasize her point, You can feel her in your cervix,

Your body shudders when she speeds up her movements, she takes the entire length of her out and leaves only the tip inside, then slams her dick all the way in. to make sure you feel her stretching you so well, her thrusts into you harder, cock sliding in and out of your pussy with a wet, slick sound. You can feel the muscles in her thighs as she moves, the sound of her breath heavy in the room. You can feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest, body warming up yours as over time

her thrusts become more sloppy and in confusing rhythms, she breathes heavily, soft whimpers are heard as she sinks into your wall. hitting that spongy place inside you that makes you gasp—you don't want to admit it feels good because you hate her, you really do. but you can't lie not when she sees how wet you are.

Her hips move for a few more seconds before sinking as deep inside you as possible. She really does look pathetic sometimes. Sweat dripping, Her mouth hanging open and her body wilting on top of yours, As she fills you with her seed. Her fingers loosen their grip and move to the front of your pussy, Fingering your wet pussy, begging for attention. Something she won't do because she only cares about herself.

She pulls her cock out. Her cum almost spurts out before she sticks two fingers inside. The feeling of her gloved hand inside you makes you squirm as her fingers twist to pull the cum out of you.

Her fingers twist and she pulls a finger smeared with her cum out. And before you know it, she's licking her fingers. A smile spreads across her face as if that doesn't disgust you, She sighs and leaves her fingers clean with nothing on them, Then she brings her hand to your mouth and touches your bottom lip, ordering you to open it. You refuse to do so she digs her fingernail into your lip. Forcing you to open your mouth, which you must do. she smiles and spits into your mouth. The sensation burns your throat with the taste of her cum mixed with her saliva. "Swallow,” “You can't waste it" she teases and rubs your lips as you swallow hard.

“Good girl”

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namjooningera · 10 months ago

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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 😭

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cupcakegirl3 · 20 days ago

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“ask nicer”

wandanat x reader

i know places series - chapter 4

ch3 , ch5

s: natasha and readers day home alone

wc: 3.4k

tw: kidnapping, noncon, restraints, stockholm syndrome, meandaddy!natasha, softmommy!wanda, degrading terms (slut, whore, stupid), pet names, control, fingering, oral, slapping, spanking, breath play, slapping (with rings)

a/n: inspired by this plink (twitter (im not calling it x))

I woke up to a cold bed. Both of them gone, not a hint of either of them. Last night had been like the other nights, them using my body until I was spent and sore. For all of it, I was tied up, helpless to succumb to the. The only evidence I had that those nights were real was my naked body and the messy sheets on the bed. I was sore all over, my shoulders from being restrained for so long, my wrists from the rope, my hips for being spread for so long. My pussy ached, especially my clit, even the slightest movement of my thighs pressing together was painful.

I laid in bed for a while, the white sheets wrapped around me, waiting for one of them to come get me. My stomach growled, waiting for breakfast. At least I wasn't chained to the bed like I usually was.

They never came.

They always came. Normally it was Wanda, coming in as soon as I woke up. She would let me use the bathroom and then pick out an outfit for me to wear.

There was no clock but the sun was further in the sky. I could faintly hear someone in the house, though I wasn’t sure who. I should have been happy they were gone but a part of me was almost bored.

After a while, I got out of bed, quick to go to the closet in my room. It was the only door without a lock on it. Inside were dozens of dresses, all ranging in color and patterns but all the same; short and revealing. I tried the dresser next, but I found only small shirts or shorts. Only small lace thongs with them.

I settled on a matching shirt and short set. Just a simple pink color with small flower details all throughout. My stomach was completely exposed as were my legs. There was bruising along my thighs, as well as the cut Nat had made that hadn't healed yet. I think it had been a week since they first used me. But I didn't know.

Natasha. Not Nat. She didn’t deserve a nickname.

The rest of my body was an array of small cuts and hickeys littered throughout. Wanda had even left some lipstick on my neck that I had no choice in removing.

I explored my room further after neither of them came to get me. Finding all my favorite books in the corner and a beautiful vanity. I hadn’t gotten a chance to look in it yet so I did. I found only the best products. Feeling restless, I put some on. Just some mascara and blush, being careful to avoid the bruising on my face. I wanted to cover it up along with the hickeys but I didn’t dare.

I had no idea what time it was when I eventually tried the bathroom door. I found it locked. I could still hear someone home.

Not home. Here.

I tried the main door it was locked. I tried to look around for anything and found nothing. I huffed, finally settling on finding stuff to distract myself with. I made the bed first. Then realized there wasn’t much else to do. I settled on picking out a book I hadn’t read in a while, climbing back into the bed.

I had just begun when the lock on the door clicked, my heart began racing as I set the book down. I was almost—excited. I hated myself for it.

Natasha’s blonde hair was messy as she walked in. It looked beautiful.

“Well look at you making yourself at home!” She said, placing hands on her hips. She looked more relaxed than I had ever seen her. She wore a long baggy t-shirt and some leggings.

I didn’t respond, I didn’t know how.

She walked closer to the bed and put her hand out. Tentatively I grabbed onto it. She helped me up, taking in my appearance. “Making yourself look so pretty for daddy.” She pushed my hair back. “All it took was a good fucking didn’t it? Didn’t know my little girl was such a whore.”

My heart sank at her words. I looked down at the floor, not bearing to make eye contact with her. She grabbed my chin. “No mommy around to baby you today.” She said harshly. “Now is there something you want to ask me?”

I took a deep breath. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

She slapped me, “That’s not very polite.”

I cowarded as she raised her hand again. “Can I please daddy?”

She shrugged, “Better.”

She didn’t let go of my wrist as she walked me to the bathroom, unlocking the door. She shut the door behind us and pushed me up against the mirror. “Brush your teeth.”

I did as she said, using what was sitting there. Her gaze remained on me, her eyes moving down my body.

“Beg. On your knees.”

I quivered as I lowered my body down onto the floor. “Please.”

“Is that the best you can do?”

I squeezed my thighs together to try and stop the feeling in my bladder.

“Daddy please let me. I really really have to go.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Fuck I couldn’t let her get mad.

“Please let me Daddy, I’ll be good all day for you, please…I love you.”

“Go.”

I ran to the toilet, instantly relieving myself as Natasha watched. I washed my hands after and walked over to her.

I looked down at the floor again as she chained my wrists together like always. I thought maybe after all this time she would be a little more gentle with me.

There was food waiting for me at least, a grilled cheese. She fed it to me and was surprisingly gentle.

On the couch, she sat down and pulled me on top of her. Again, she pushed my hair out of my face. “So beautiful.” She whispered as my heart raced. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” I said.

“You don’t mean it.” Her gaze turned dark.

“Yes-yes I do.” I said quickly.

She hummed, her fingers running down my body and onto my hips. “Come here.”

As if I had a choice she moved me so I was straddling her. I hated the way my core got hot. She pressed my hips into hers. “Have you ever kissed someone before me?”

I shook my head but a slap to my ass made me yell out no.

“You’re such a good kisser.” She commented softly, her hands gripping my sore hips. My eyes trailed down to her lips, plump and pink. Wanda’s were always softer but I wanted to kiss her again to see.

“Ask permission.” She commented.

“Can I kiss you daddy?”

Natasha leaned towards and captured my lips on her own. Soft and gentle, nothing like how it normally was. Her hands were firm but gentle. Tentatively I moved my tongue, Natasha groaned into my mouth which made me want to grind my hips on her.

I shouldn’t feel this way but I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it when her lips felt so good on mine and how soft her hands were on my exposed skin.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help it.

Maybe I was going insane.

Soon Natasha’s grip moved to my thighs and then underneath the thin fabric of my shorts. One of her hands quickly moved to the back of my head, holding my lips on hers. The other kept moving.

I tried to fight against her as her fingers began resting on my pussy but it was pointless. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. “Come on pretty girl, let Daddy play with you pussy.”

She pushed my head into her neck as her fingers rubbed slow circles on my sore clit. “Please don’t.” I whispered. It had never been just her, I always had Wanda there to comfort me when Natasha was mean.

“Shhhhh.” She cooed. “Your pussy is so wet for me darling, what do you have to say about that?”

“It hurts.” I whined, attempting to hind in her shoulder but she held me firm.

“I know.” I could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Won’t Wanda get mad?”

She slapped me on my cheek, “That’s not her name.”

“Won’t mommy get mad?”

Two of her fingers pushed into me, I groaned at the pain. “I’m in charge, princess. Now stop asking questions, just relax and let daddy make you feel good princess.”

As she violated me, her other hand stroked my hair delicately. I did start to melt into her. I forgot to be terrified of her. I lost myself to her touches.

“Cum around my fingers angel.”

My whole body tensed as I did exactly what she said. I felt my eyes ringing as she coaxed me through it. Unlike how she usually treated me, she pulled her fingers away and grabbed my head. I opened my mouth in shock and she took the opportunity to shove her wet fingers inside of my mouth.

“Clean them off.” She ordered, no longer the soft woman she just was. Still, I did as she said, careful not to drag my teeth along them.

Eventually she took them out and dragged the wetness along my exposed side.

She kissed me again so gently. My body was so exhausted, my brain was so confused. I relaxed into her, my body pressing against hers and my hands gripping her shirt.

Soon she guided me to lay down, her body pressing against me from the back. A plush blanket wrapped around the both of us as her grip on my tightened.

“I love you.” She whispered in my ear. “You’re mine, and you’ll always fucking be mine.”

…

Nothing much happened the rest of the day. Natasha and I relaxed on the couch then she chained me back in my room while she showered but she released me right when she was done. Slowly, my heart didn't start racing when she looked at me, when she touched me.

We went back to the couch, she sat down but she held onto my hips in front of her.

“On your knees.”

I did as she said, my body wanting nothing more than to listen to her.

“So eager to behave now, aren't we?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

Natasha had put on rings after her shower, the metal was cold on my face as she traced circles on it. All she wore now was a shirt and shorts, leaving her long, muscular legs exposed to me. My head swam with thoughts full of them.

She pulled her hand back and I couldn’t help but flinch, a small whine leaving my lips. A small laugh left her lips as I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Your bruise is faded, darling.” I brought my gaze back up to her. Natasha’s cold fingers were back on my cheek, gently caressing the skin. “You look so pretty all bruised for me.”

Her eyes were piercing into mine, butterflies shot to my stomach. She smiled, it made my head spin.

“Beg me to hit you.”

Her rings…

“Daddy…” I whined, looking into her eyes. “Please.” I whispered.

“Beg me to hit you.”

“No, please don’t— I’ve been—“

“Beg. Me. To. Hit. You.”

My lip quivered, her hand was a present reminder of what I needed to do. I hoped that if I did beg, she would be a little nicer.

“W-will you please—hit me.” I said, my voice sounding foreign.

My head whipped to the side with the force of her slap. I tried my best not to cry, just to take it like she wanted me to, but fuck it was hard.

“Again.”

“Please beat me.”

She slapped the other side of my face now, her fingers hitting my ear. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my ears began to ring.

She grabbed my jaw, squishing my mouth. “I said hit, not beat. Do you like when I beat you? Do you get all sticky and wet, you fucking slut?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. She hit me hard, slamming into the side of my face. I was unable to flinch or hide away with her grip on me.

Finally, she released my bruised face. “Again. Really mean it this time.”

“Please beat me daddy, I-I need it."

The strength of it knocked me over, the tight chain on my arms didn’t let me stop myself. I tried to crawl away from her. Stupid.

“Stand up.” She demanded.

Everything in me wanted to run, wanted to try and get away. It wouldn’t work anyways.

She smiled at me again when I did stand up. “Stand in front of me, turn around.”

My wobbly legs somehow carried me there. She pulled me back into her, “I’m going to move you, trust me or you’ll fall again.” She commanded.

First she moved one of my legs back, so it was resting against hers. Then she moved my other leg to the other side. My back was to her front, her hands tracing circles on my stomach.

Her fingers guided my arms to be above my head, bent at the elbows.

“Good girl. Hold it there for a second.”

My arms struggled above my head. The muscles were still sore from being chained. Her fingers ran under my top, grazing the skin of mg breasts.

“Pretty slut.” She commented, her lips kissing the back of my head. “I’m going to give you a maintenance spanking. Give me a reason why you need one.”

I whined, my arms beginning to shake from being held up there. I had to think—fast.

“To know that you’re in charge of me. T-that you own me.”

“Good girl.”

Natasha pushed me forward slowly so that I was lowered to the ground. My ass was in her lap, my arms holding my head on the ground. Blood already began rushing to my head when she started touching my already bruised bottom.

I though after a while I would get used to the pain, but no. Every day it hurt more because of the old bruises.

“I do this because I love you.” She would comment, her hand scratching the skin.

My vision was starting to get blurry with the position and the pain.

“It’s supposed to hurt. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain, it reminds you of your place. Where’s your place?”

“B-below you.”

She slowly pulled me back up, moving me so that I could lay down. I was pulled onto Natasha’s chest, her hands coming around me.

I softly cried into her chest and she didn’t care. I missed Wanda, I missed her so much. I needed to just be comforted.

The door opened, welcoming in a soft breeze. My head shot up, instantly looking for Wanda in the doorway.

“Mommy?” I shouted out.

I felt Natasha’s grip tightening from underneath me but I couldn’t care less. Wanda smiled as she walked in, dressed in nice dress clothes, not the usual casual clothes she always wore. She looked beautiful.

I smiled as she walked over to be, effortlessly picking me up off her lap.

“Bitch.” Natasha spat out but didn’t do anything to retaliate.

“Missed you.” I mumbled, still holding back tears.

She sat us both down on the other side of the couch. “I missed you too princess, tell me about your day.”

Her hands played with my bare sides. Typically it would’ve sent heat to my core but the pain on my face and bottom were still too much.

“We um… didn’t do much. Watched TV, ate grilled cheese.”

She shook her head, placing a finger to my lips. “No, no, no. I want every little detail, mommy had a boring day.”

I instantly told her every little detail, cringing with I told her what Natasha and I had done on the couch. Finishing with how she had hit and spanked me.

“Hurts mommy.”

She shushed me, “Darling…you know daddy is just trying to help you.”

“I know—“

“Then stop complaining.”

“Okay mommy.”

She placed a soft kiss to my lips before kissing my bruised cheeks.

“H-how was your day?” I asked, leaning forward to press my face into her neck.

She sat back a little, shifting her hips into mine. My stomach was still in knots, I hoped that she wouldn’t touch me.

I could only think of how gentle she always was with me, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of me. She had that sickly, sweet tone in her voice that I couldn't help but have to listen to.

“Oh it was alright, thought of you all day.” I squirmed in her grip. Her fingers ran in circles down my exposed back.

“Got us some takeout. Why don’t you go set the table.” Wanda asked, placing a kiss to my neck.

“O-okay mommy.”

….

My knees ached from my position on the floor. Slowly, painfully slowly, Natasha had been “prepping” my mouth. It started with one finger, then two, then three, now four.

Tongue out, drool pooling on my chin and running down my throat. My clothes had been long since discarded, they barely lasted through dinner.

Natasha pulled her fingers completely out, smearing the drool on my face.

“Spit on my hand.”

I did as she said, ready for my mouth to not be so wet. I cringed as she wiped it on my face, Wanda had to hold me in place.

“Do you want to make daddy feel good?” Wanda asked.

“Y-yes.” My throat was so sore already.

“Wanna eat her out?”

“Yes…please.”

Natasha was quick to smack me, Wanda instantly there to soothe the sting. “Ask nicer.” Wanda corrected.

“Daddy please l-let me. Let me make you feel good.”

“Innocent baby, won't even say it.” Natasha just rolled her eyes, and spread her legs.

Her bare, glistening cunt was on full display for me. I had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Lick a stripe up her pussy, I’ll spread her lips with my fingers.” Wanda whispered, pushing your head closer to her.

Natasha let out a small whine as I did what I was told. “Again.” Wanda said.

I did it over and over again, not knowing where to focus on.

Finally, Wanda held my face to where I needed to be. “Flick your tongue.”

Natasha moaned as I did so, the noise was beautiful in my ears.

“Suck.”

Natasha began grinding on my face, Wanda pushing me down so I couldn’t even breathe.

“Good girl.”

I could feel Natasha pussy gushing onto my face. Her taste was heavenly and I was addicted to everything about her. I hoped the better I could pleasure her, the better she would treat me. I liked the fact that I could make her feel good.

She grinded on my face. Using my lips and nose to help bring her closer. Natasha came with a loud moan, pulling me even closer. My head was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen but I didn’t want to stop.

Eventually, Wanda did pull me away, instantly kissing my lips. Her tongue darted out, licking off the extra juices. Wanda moaned into the kiss, pulling me closer and I couldn’t resist it.

“Can you sleep with me tonight?” I suddenly blurted out.

Wanda pulled back, “I thought your pussy was sore?”

“No.” My face heated. “I— can we sleep in the same bed tonight.”

Natasha laughed, slipping on an oversized shirt. “What makes you think you deserve that?”

“Please daddy.” I begged, for some reason my voice so desperate.

“No, princess.” Wanda said.

Tears formed in my eyes for the millionth time today. “Please mommy. I don’t wanna be alone.”

“No.” Natasha said firmly, “Get up, you’re going to bed. You’re obviously tired.”

Defeated, I listened to her. Wanda guided me back to my room, undoing the chains around my wrists.

“Please mommy, I— I can’t be alone, please!”

Wanda just shook her head. She walked over to the closet, trapping some pajamas for me.

“I need you mommy please.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Baby, I can’t— we can’t. I’ll give you my shirt to sleep with alright. Now go brush your teeth.”

I held back tears as I brushed my teeth and went to the bathroom. Wanda had dimmed the lights and set a glass of water next to the bed.

“Mommy—“

“Don’t.” She said firmly. “Go to bed.”

I couldn’t help but cry myself to sleep in the darkness, completely alone.

#wandanat my luvs #my works #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wandanat x reader #dark wandanat #natasha romanov #dark wlw #natasha x reader

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boy-pussyyy · 3 months ago

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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

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pineconepie · 1 month ago

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More Vincent!! >:)

TW: Kidnapping, injured reader, parental yandere, infantilization, murder (not major characters), developing Stockholm syndrome(?)

...

Its been a few weeks ever since Vincent kidnapped you (or "adopted you" as he likes to put it). For the first few days, it was hell trying to get comfortable around your new "dad". It took even longer to feel safe at the Cryo estate, and get adjusted to the people there.

Most of them were surprisingly not that scary once you got to know them.

For the first time in a while, you felt happy, once you adjusted. Sure, being forced to act like a baby against your will was humiliating and embarrassing. But, at least Vincent could be a lot worse.

"Comfy, pumpkin?" he chuckles, ruffling your hair.

You're nestled against him, watching some kid's movie on TV while nestled up against his side.

He seems so much happier now, too. Well, at least now that you've finally come to terms with your fate and given in to him. There weren't a lot of options in this scenario. If you tried to run away or tell anyone outside the Cryo organization, Vincent would have probably killed them.

That thought scares you as well as makes you sick to your stomach, but there isn't much you can do.

"Yeah," you mutter, eyes slipping shut. "'m tired."

Vincent shifts slightly. You feel a light kiss being pressed into the top of your head. "Then I guess it's nap-time, huh? I..." He's interrupted by his phone ringing. His expression quickly turns into a scowl as he checks the caller ID, and answers it after sending you an apologetic look. "Phoenix, this better be urgent."

"Heeey, Boss, Scarlet Syndicate is kinda screwing us over right now." There's sounds of yelling in the background. "They wanna speak to you."

Your eyes widen. Scarlet Syndicate, the same group that forced you into working for them.

Vincent rubs the bridge of his nose. "Then they're idiots. Fine. Tell them they're gonna get what they wished for. Send me the location and I'll be there soon." He hangs up before Phoenix has a chance to reply back. Sighing, he turns to you with a sad smile. "Looks like we'll have to cut cuddle time short. Dad's so sorry."

"They're the ones who held debt over my head. What if they want me back?" you question, dread making your chest tighten. "What if they want me dead? They're probably so angry at me.." Your lip trembles, remembering how cruel they were to you.

He pulls you into a firm hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Oh, kiddo... don't worry about that, alright? If those bastards so much as come near you, they will meet a very bloody fate," he growls, squeezing you even tighter. He buries his face in your hair. "Dad's gotcha. As long as you stay under my protection, they won't lay a finger on you. Hell will freeze over before I let anyone take you away from me."

You nod anxiously. "I trust you."

He kisses your forehead again before slowly pulling away and standing up from the couch. "I'm gonna put you in the safe room while I'm gone, alright?" He doesn't wait for your response, dragging you to the safe room.

Despite trying to seem calm, you can tell he's angry. Extremely angry. Vincent is gripping you tightly, but not hard enough to cause pain.

Once you're in the safe room, he makes sure it's fully locked up.

"I should be home before dinner," he assures you.

"Wait," you rasp. "What if something happens to you?"

Vincent places his hand on the side of your head, stroking his thumb over your cheek. His smile seems a lot warmer when you're the one receiving it.

"You really think I would leave you alone after all the trouble I've went through to have you with me?" he teases, letting out a quiet chuckle. "No worries, sweetie. I'm always gonna find a way to make it home. Even if I have to dig myself out of a shallow grave."

With one last kiss pressed into your forehead, Vincent turns around and walks away, leaving you locked inside the safe room.

...

Vincent arrives at the warehouse where the meeting is taking place, being escorted inside by Phoenix. Inside the main room, he sees the Scarlet Syndicate goons waiting for him and Vincent wastes no time getting to the point.

"What the fuck do you bastards want?" he spits.

Flint, the boss of Scarlet Syndicate, puffs his cigar. "You know exactly what I'm here to ask," he sneers. "Did you not bring the kid with you?"

"Kid? I don't know what you're talking about," Vincent replies nonchalantly, smiling menacingly. "But if I did, what is it to you?"

"Their debt is far from paid off, Bauer," Flint grumbles. "As long as they breathe, we own them. So I was thinking, either you give them to us, or you can pay off the debt yourself." He blows out some smoke. "For a millionaire such as yourself, it doesn't seem like it'd be an issue for you, especially seeing as you've gone soft over them. I've heard the rumors."

Vincent glares darkly at him. "First of all, you're gonna need more than your cronies to keep you protected when I lose my patience." He smiles threateningly. "And second of all, I think I've got a counter-proposal. How about I just shoot you in your face instead?"

In a flash, everyone pulls their weapons on each other.

"Enough!" Flint huffs. "I gave you an option to do it willingly. Now we have no choice but to use brute force."

Vincent is prepared to have bullets flying his way, but instead a smoke bomb is dropped at his feet.

As soon as Vincent realizes this, he covers his mouth and nose, eyes searching wildly to see the culprit, but to no avail. Then he notices Flint is gone along with his cronies.

Once the room clears, the Cryo members notice their boss is seething.

"Go find them!" he barks, scowling furiously. "I want every single one of those bastards dead by sunset." He notices Quinn on her phone. "Quinn! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Your place was broken into," she hisses back.

That gets Vincent's attention. The blood drains from his face as realization dawns on him. They just wanted to draw him out so they could get their hands on his baby.

Never in the past couple of years has he ever been so frantic, scrambling to his car and flooring it back home.

...

As soon as he makes it back to his penthouse, his worst fears are confirmed. There's signs of struggle in the hallway, as well as bloodstains on the carpet.

The safe room door has been busted open somehow. Vincent's stomach churns and he feels rage beginning to bubble up. Not only had someone dared to trespass on his property, they also had the audacity to steal you.

His kid. His everything.

He screams your name while searching for you, even though he already knows it's useless.

After tearing apart the penthouse and finding no trace of you, that's when his panic begins to set in.

"No, no, no..." he rasps, fingers tangling in his hair. He punches the wall and kicks down the nearby table in rage. Vincent stands there staring down at the mess he made.

He feels his chest constricting and tears beginning to flow. He grabs one of the fallen chairs and smashes it against the wall.

Then his phone rings.

Fumbling to grab it out of his pocket, he answers it, wiping his tears away in anger.

"What?!" he barks, voice cracking.

Instead of Phoenix, Quinn, or Trenton, he hears...

"Hello again, Vincent."

It's Flint.

Vincent feels like he's about to snap right then and there. He grips the phone so tight he almost breaks it. "What did you do?" he asks with grit teeth, fighting back the urge to sob. He hasn't felt this way in a long time, and he despises that.

But it hurts. You're gone again... It makes his heart ache knowing you're back in that organization's grasp, likely terrified.

Flint cackles. "I'm sure your kid wants to know the same thing. I told them how your greed was too strong to save them. So! I have a new set of options. Either you can come here and give me the money, or... well, I think you can imagine what'll happen next."

Vincent squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling. "Just tell me where you want me to bring the cash," he whispers, rubbing his hand over his face.

...

You try to ignore the cuts and bruises marring your skin. It's hard to, given your only distraction is the brick wall in front of you. You would cry, but after crying the whole ride here, you feel numb.

There's only fear and dread in you.

You're tied to a chair, arms bound behind your back and legs attached to the front legs of the chair, ankles secured to them.

They've taken you away from Vincent and brought you back here.

Back to the Scarlet Syndicate headquarters, which is really just some rundown warehouse.

Just when you're beginning to wonder if you had been abandoned to starve and die down in this dingy basement, the door opens.

To your surprise and relief, Vincent descends down the stairs with two suitcases.

"Dad!" you exclaim, hope blossoming.

He ignores your cry, approaching the table Flint sits at. With an angry scowl on his face, he sets both suitcases down, opening them up so the man can see.

You peer over as well, shocked to see that there's millions worth of dollars in each suitcase. Probably even more than the debt.

"There, I've met your demands," Vincent hisses. "Now let them go."

Flint cackles, standing up. "My, my. I'm surprised you actually showed up. Thought for sure I would be seeing them dead. Seeing as you don't hold much care for anyone besides yourself."

"Save the monologue," Vincent snaps. "And give them back before I put a bullet through your brain."

Flint nods, untying you from the chair.

Once you're untied, you rub your wrists, wincing at the soreness. Immediately, you rush over to Vincent, wrapping your arms around his midsection and hiding your face against his coat.

He holds you tight. "It's alright. Dad's here."

Flint pouts, taking another drag of his cigar. "So let's let bygones be bygones?"

Vincent forces a smile. "Sure thing." He rushes you out of the warehouse, keeping you cradled in his arms until you reach the car, which is farther away than you had anticipated. You're just grateful he has so much upper body strength. After buckling you in the backseat, he checks your pulse and presses kisses all over your face. "My poor baby," he whispers tearfully. "Did they hurt you bad?"

"My head hurts. And my entire body feels like its on fire."

Vincent pulls you into another firm hug before letting go. He wipes his eyes furiously. "Oh. That reminds me." He pulls out a walkie-talkie and holds it to his face. "Trent. Now."

You hear a loud explosion coming from somewhere nearby, looking out the window to see the warehouse in flames.

You jump a little.

Vincent chuckles weakly, placing his hand on your head. He reaches into the glove compartment and produces a juice box. You hadn't even noticed he carried them around in his vehicles.

He pushes the straw through the tiny hole and hands it to you.

"I think some ice cream is in order once we get back home," he whispers, leaning forward and pressing another kiss onto your forehead.

"But didn't you give them money?" you question, furrowing your brows in confusion as you take small sips of the juice. "You just blew up a bunch of it..."

He laughs. "Don't you worry about that. It wasn't real money," he snickers, patting your head one last time. "But you don't need to think about any of that adult stuff anymore." His smile falters for a split second, examining your injuries once again. "I'll also need to call a doctor once we're home. And then maybe put you in a tower like Rapunzel."

You manage a small laugh. "You're silly."

His smile returns as he shuts the door and settles himself into the driver's seat. "Don't tell anyone else, you're the only one who knows that." He grins at you through the rearview mirror.

Never did you think you'd be okay driving away with your captor from a burning building with possible casualties inside, but... after what you've been through, it's kind of difficult to care anymore.

#vincent oc #parental yandere #platonic yandere #familial yandere #forced age regression #yandere #tw infantilization #tw kidnapping #tw violence #tw gun violence

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gutsby · 1 year ago

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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:

#IF YOU NEED ME I’LL BE CHEWING THE BARK OFF THE NEAREST TREE #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller x you #dark!joel

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youryanderedaddy · 1 year ago

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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.

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slutoru1207 · 1 month ago

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Sinister!Mark x reader part 2

TW: Stockholm Syndrome Elements – Sinister!Mark is manipulating the reader into questioning their own emotions.Psychological & Emotional Manipulation – Gaslighting, coercion, and possessive behavior.Forced Confinement & Kidnapping – The reader is being held against their will.Threatening & Implied Violence – Sinister!Mark’s reaction to the tracker shows his capacity for dangerous escalation.Loss of Hope / Isolation – The destruction of the tracker removes the reader’s last known chance of rescue.

His breath was still warm against your lips, his forehead pressing against yours like he was grounding himself in you—like he had finally found the missing piece of his shattered world. But you?

You were drowning.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow, trembling breaths, your body locked in place, trapped between his grip and the unrelenting weight of his obsession. Sinister!Mark’s hands stayed firm on you, his thumbs brushing slow, affectionate circles against your skin, a stark contrast to the violence barely restrained in his golden eyes.

“I can feel you shaking,” he murmured, voice drenched in sickening amusement, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “It’s cute.”

You tried to move back, to put any amount of space between you, but his grip only tightened. “Why are you doing this?” you whispered, barely able to hear your own voice over the rush of blood in your ears.

His expression softened—almost heartbreakingly so. Like you had just asked him the saddest question in the world. “Because I love you,” he whispered, as if the answer was the simplest thing in the world. “I need you.”

You flinched when his fingers traced down your arm, slow, possessive. “I know you’re scared,” he continued, his voice laced with false sympathy. “But it’s okay. You don’t have to be. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers reached your wrist, curling around it, not squeezing, not hurting—just holding. Like he was making sure you wouldn’t disappear on him.

“You are happy, right?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an undeniable warning beneath it.

Your throat was dry. You swallowed hard, forcing down the nausea building in your stomach. “Mark…”

A flicker of irritation crossed his face at the name—the wrong Mark.

His grip tightened, and before you could react, he yanked you forward, forcing you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, eerily calm. His breath fanned against your ear as he spoke, every syllable dripping with dangerous devotion.

“I don’t want to hear his name from your lips,” he murmured, voice low, quiet, but laced with something lethal. “I’m the one who loves you. I’m the one who came for you. He doesn’t deserve you. He never did.”

You tried to step back, but his arms locked around you, caging you in. His fingers trailed up your spine, slow and deliberate, making every nerve in your body scream.

“I know you think you love him,” he whispered. “I know you think he’s the one you belong with.” He exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss against your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. “But that’s just because you forgot what we were. What we are.”

Your stomach churned.

“You’ll remember,” he assured, voice soothing, like he was comforting a frightened animal. “You’ll see. You just need time.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

Time.

He wasn’t letting you go.

Before you could speak, a sharp beep cut through the air.

Sinister!Mark tensed.

You barely had time to register what was happening before a small device—a tracker—rolled out from the hem of your sleeve and landed in the grass at your feet, flashing red.

The realization hit you all at once.

Mark—your Mark—had put it there.

And Sinister!Mark knew it.

His entire body went rigid. You could feel his heartbeat pick up, his fingers twitching where they held you, his breath hitching just slightly.

Then, slowly, achingly slow, he reached down and picked up the tiny device, rolling it between his fingers.

His golden eyes lifted to yours, and for the first time, there was no mask of sweetness, no twisted gentleness.

Just rage.

And beneath it, something far, far worse.

A smile.

A small, knowing, cruel smile.

“Oh,” he murmured, turning the tracker between his fingers. “He’s already looking for you, isn’t he?”

Your stomach dropped.

His eyes burned with something dark—something excited.

“Good.”

Then, before you could scream, before you could move, he crushed the device in his palm, the metal and circuits crumbling like dust in his grip.

And just like that—

Your only hope of being found disappeared.

part 3?

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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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 𝓪𝓵𝓵 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.

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rainba · 1 year ago

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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? ❤️

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere fic #luka being a little silly #yandere x darling #yandere x you #inconsistent art style strikes again lmao #wait lol this is my 100th post yippe #luka art

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˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 32 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇I’m not sorry that this chapter is being posted for Valentine’s Day. Also TW FOR ATTEMPT S/A, and if you squint Stockholm Syndrome

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The halls of the palace were eerily quiet that night, save for the soft tapping of Pandora’s bare feet against the cold marble floor. Raphael was gone, away for training with his men, leaving her alone in the suffocating grandeur of the palace. Normally, his absence didn’t grant her any freedom—his ever-watchful guards always lingered, ensuring she never strayed too far from his carefully constructed world.

But tonight was different.

As she turned a corner, her breath caught in her throat. The exit door—heavy, reinforced, always flanked by guards—stood unguarded. The usual sentinels who watched her every move were nowhere in sight.

Her heart pounded.

This had to be a mistake. An oversight. A rare slip in Raphael’s obsessive control. She took a shaky step forward, then another. She turned her head down the hall, half-expecting Endymion or one of the advisors to appear and drag her back. But the silence remained.

A dizzying wave of fear and hope crashed over her.

Was this her chance?

With one final glance over her shoulder, she bolted. The cold night air hit her like a slap as she pushed through the door, her feet sinking into damp earth. She didn’t stop. She didn’t even think. She ran. The palace walls disappeared behind her as she stumbled into the thick brush, her breath ragged, her legs trembling beneath her. Thorns tore at the hem of her chiton, her hair catching on low-hanging branches. Still, she ran, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She didn’t know where she was going.

She just knew she had to get away.

Then—voices. She skidded to a halt, chest heaving. The dense foliage parted ahead, revealing a clearing bathed in moonlight. Tents. Campfires. Armor glinting in the dim glow. Men huddled around fires, sharpening blades, drinking from flasks.

Her stomach twisted violently. This wasn’t just any group of men. This was a Skiaphos war camp. Before she could turn and flee, a sharp whistle cut through the air. “She’s got some nerve, wandering in here like that,” a voice sneered.

She turned just in time to see a group of soldiers closing in, their expressions shifting between suspicion and amusement. One man, tall and broad-shouldered, crossed his arms and eyed her torn chiton, his lips curling into a smirk. “Looks like we got ourselves another warprize,” he mused, tilting his head.

Her breath caught.

No, no, no—

Before she could protest, rough hands grabbed her arms, yanking her forward. “Bet Raphael won’t be happy about this,” another soldier chuckled. “His little pet, running straight into our camp.” Pandora stiffened. She had escaped one prison… only to stumble into another.

The rough hands that gripped her were unrelenting, yanking her forward as she thrashed against their hold. “Let go of me!” she spat, kicking wildly, but they were stronger—too many of them, circling her like wolves around wounded prey.

One of them laughed, his grip tightening painfully on her wrist. “Feisty little thing. No wonder Raphael keeps her locked up.”

Another man grabbed at the torn fabric of her chiton, and her stomach twisted with pure, unfiltered terror. She struggled harder, her breath coming in ragged sobs as they forced her down into the dirt.

“No—NO!” she screamed, but they didn’t stop. Fingers dug into her arms, her legs—hands she didn’t recognize, hands she couldn’t fight off. Terror clouded her vision, her mind spiraling into a place she couldn’t escape.

Then—

A blur of movement. A sickening crack. A scream. One of the men was suddenly ripped away from her, thrown backward with bone-crushing force. Another barely had time to turn before a blade sliced across his thigh, sending him crumpling to the ground with a howl of pain. A third man staggered back, clutching his broken wrist as his screams filled the air.

She could only watch through tear-filled eyes as Raphael stood over them, his face twisted in pure fury, his breathing ragged. His sword dripped with fresh blood, his knuckles white from how tightly he gripped the hilt. “Touch her again,” Raphael seethed, his voice a deadly snarl, “and I’ll carve you apart.”

The men scrambled back, their bravado vanishing in the face of his wrath. One of them, still clutching his bleeding leg, let out a pained groan. “We didn’t know—”

“Piss off,” Raphael snapped, his voice low and venomous. “Before I change my mind.” The soldiers didn’t need to be told twice. They stumbled away, disappearing into the shadows of the camp, leaving her trembling in the dirt. Raphael turned to her then, his fury melting into something else—something soft.

“Love,” he breathed, dropping his sword as he knelt beside her. She couldn’t respond. She was still curled up, her arms wrapped around herself as silent sobs wracked her body. Raphael didn’t hesitate. Gently, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as though she were something fragile—something breakable.

Her fingers curled weakly into his tunic, her face buried against him as she trembled uncontrollably. He rocked her, his voice a quiet murmur as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “You’re safe now, my love,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “I’ve got you.”

She said nothing, her body limp against his. He held her tighter, pressing his cheek to hers. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he swore, his voice thick with something almost desperate. “Never again.” His arms around her were unyielding, his warmth engulfing her completely. And for the first time in years—she didn’t fight it.

——

Raphael held her close, his arms firm yet careful around her trembling body. She was still crying softly, her hands fisted into his tunic as if afraid he’d let go. Her breath hitched against his neck, warm and uneven, and with every broken sniffle, his grip on her tightened. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, a stark contrast to the fury he had unleashed just moments ago. “You’re safe.” She didn’t respond, only clung to him tighter, her fingers digging into his back as though he were the only solid thing keeping her from falling apart. And maybe he was.

She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to feel this… twisted comfort in his arms, but the terror from before still clung to her skin like a phantom, and Raphael—Raphael had saved her. Protected her. He was the reason she was here in the first place, yet at this moment, he was the only thing keeping her from crumbling completely.

Her tears soaked into the fabric of his tunic as he carried her through the halls, each step steady, unhurried. Like he was savoring this moment, the way she curled into him willingly, the way she held onto him not out of fear, but out of some deep, fractured need.

His bedroom door creaked open, and Raphael stepped inside, closing it with his foot before making his way to the bed. Slowly, he lowered her onto the plush mattress, but the second he tried to pull away, her grip tightened. “Don’t,” she whispered, barely audible.

His heart nearly stopped.

A slow, satisfied smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t push, didn’t gloat. Instead, he simply cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the stray tears that still clung to her lashes. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, easing himself beside her, his arms still encircling her.

Pandora swallowed hard, her mind screaming at her to push him away—to fight, to remember who he was. But her body betrayed her, curling against him as she pressed her face into his chest, her breathing still uneven. She should hate him. She did hate him. But she also needed him right now, needed the warmth of his presence to drown out the memory of those hands—those voices—trying to take from her what little she had left.

She exhaled shakily, gripping the fabric of his tunic like it was the only thing tethering her to this moment. Raphael pressed a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering as he whispered, “You belong with me, love. No one else.”

She didn’t answer. She only shut her eyes and let herself sink into his hold, ignoring the sickening warmth that spread through her chest.m

——

The morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the palace dining hall, casting a golden glow over the long wooden table. The scent of fresh bread and honey filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of roasted meat and figs. It was an ordinary morning, the kind Pandora had lived through countless times. And yet, something was different.

She wasn’t hesitating.

She sat at the table beside Raphael, a plate of food in front of her, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she wasn’t resisting the meal. She wasn’t just picking at her food, waiting for him to leave so she could slip away unnoticed. Instead, she lifted a piece of bread to her lips, took a bite, and chewed. Raphael had been watching her the entire time.

At first, he had expected her usual reluctance—the stubborn refusal to eat with him, to acknowledge him beyond what was necessary. But now? Now she was eating, her posture relaxed, her gaze steady. And when she reached for a fig, he couldn’t stop himself from staring. She must have noticed, because after a few moments, she finally looked up at him.

“…What?” she asked, a faint arch in her brow.

Raphael blinked, then let out a small chuckle. “Nothing,” he said, reaching for his own plate. “I’m just… pleasantly surprised.”

Pandora hummed, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her cup. “Surprised about what?”

“That you’re not glaring at me between bites.” He smirked, resting his chin on his fist. “It’s refreshing.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no real venom in the gesture. “Maybe I just don’t have the energy to fight this morning.”

“Or maybe you’re finally starting to realize that it’s not so bad,” Raphael countered smoothly, tearing off a piece of bread. “That I’m not so bad.”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached for the pitcher of watered-down wine and poured herself a cup. “You assume too much,” she muttered, but her tone was softer than usual.

Raphael took it as a victory. For months, she had been nothing but cold, distant—always keeping a wall between them. But today, that wall had a crack in it. Small, barely noticeable, but a crack nonetheless. And if there was a crack, it meant she was beginning to wear down.

She was beginning to accept him.

“You should eat more,” Raphael said after a moment, gesturing to her plate. “You barely touched your food last night.”

“I wasn’t hungry,” she replied, taking another sip of her drink.

He hummed in thought before glancing toward Adonis and Phebie, who were sitting further down the table. Phebie was more interested in playing with her food than eating it, while Adonis—ever eager to mimic his “father”—was chewing on a strip of dried meat with a proud little expression.

Raphael’s gaze flickered back to Pandora. “You always make sure they eat,” he pointed out. “But who’s making sure you do?”

She tensed for a fraction of a second before exhaling slowly. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” Raphael said, his voice lower now, smoother. “But you don’t have to.” There was something unsettling about how gentle he sounded, how convincing. It made her fingers tighten around her cup, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she looked at him—really looked at him.

Raphael, always composed, always smug, always in control. But now, there was something else beneath it all. Satisfaction. Not just at her presence, but at the fact that she was talking to him. Eating with him. And deep down, she knew exactly why. She was letting him win. The thought should have terrified her. Should have made her stand up and walk away.

But she didn’t move. Instead, she reached for another piece of bread, broke off a small piece, and muttered, “You’re staring again.” Raphael laughed, low and amused. “Can you blame me?”

She didn’t reply.

She simply kept eating.

——

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the palace gardens, illuminating the carefully trimmed hedges and the delicate flowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The scent of fresh blossoms mixed with the faint aroma of the nearby olive trees, creating an atmosphere that was almost peaceful. Almost. She walked with slow, measured steps along the stone pathway, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched Adonis chase Phebie across the grass. The children’s laughter rang through the air, their small feet kicking up dirt as they ran past rows of roses and olive trees.

Raphael walked beside her, his usual confident stride matching her pace. “This is nice,” he commented after a moment, watching the children with a contented expression. “You should take them outside more often. They seem happy.”

She exhaled softly. “I take them out when I can,” she said, keeping her gaze forward. Raphael tilted his head slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. “You say that like I keep you locked away.”

She didn’t answer.

She didn’t need to.

Raphael let out a quiet chuckle, glancing down at her. “You know, you used to flinch every time I walked beside you.”

She stiffened slightly but didn’t break her stride. “I still do.”

Raphael smirked at that. “Not as much.” Silence stretched between them as they continued walking along the path. The soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet filled the space where conversation should have been, but neither of them seemed eager to break it. Instead, they simply walked—side by side, a picture of what could almost be mistaken for harmony.

Ahead of them, Adonis had picked up a stick, swinging it wildly like a sword while Phebie clapped her little hands, giggling. “He’s getting better,” Raphael noted, nodding toward his son. “His stance is still a little weak, but he’ll grow out of it.”

Pandora’s stomach twisted. It was a simple statement, one made in passing, but the meaning behind it was clear. Adonis was becoming more and more like Raphael every day. In the way he stood, the way he spoke, the way he mimicked his father’s mannerisms.

And it wasn’t just that. It was the fact that Raphael was proud of it. Pandora exhaled, looking away. “He shouldn’t have to learn how to fight.”

“Every boy should learn how to fight,” Raphael countered, his tone matter-of-fact. “Especially a prince.”

Raphael watched her reaction carefully, as if gauging her thoughts, before sighing through his nose. “You always get like this when I talk about him,” he murmured.

She clenched her jaw. “Like what?”

“Like you wish things were different.”

She stopped walking. Raphael took a few more steps before noticing and turned to face her, arching a brow. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her eyes fixed on the grass beneath her feet. She did wish things were different. She wished none of this had ever happened. She wished she was somewhere far away, with Telemachus, with Adonis, with the life they were supposed to have.

But instead, she was here.

With him.

“…y/n.” She inhaled sharply at the sound of her name, lifting her gaze to meet Raphael’s. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by something quieter. Something more thoughtful. Then, after a beat, he simply offered his arm.

“Shall we keep walking?”

She hesitated. For a fleeting moment, she considered saying no. Walking away. Tearing down the fragile illusion that had started to build between themBut instead, she exhaled and slowly took his arm. And they walked on.

They continued down the garden path, Raphael’s arm steady beneath her delicate grip. The warm breeze rustled through the olive trees, their leaves casting shifting shadows on the stone walkway. The scent of blooming jasmine lingered in the air, yet Pandora barely noticed. Her gaze drifted beyond the hedges, past the walls of the palace, to the distant hills where the world stretched beyond her reach.

She wasn’t here. Not really. Raphael glanced at her from the corner of his eye, taking in her distant expression. “You’re quiet today.” Pandora blinked slowly but didn’t respond. She just kept walking, her fingers barely resting against his arm, like she was there out of obligation rather than choice.

His lips twitched upward, but there was little amusement behind it. “Thinking about something?”

Her fingers tightened slightly, then loosened. “…No.” Raphael hummed in mild disbelief but didn’t press further. Instead, he turned his attention to the children. Adonis was still swinging his stick like a sword, his small voice shouting imaginary battle cries, while Phebie clumsily tried to follow, her chubby hands reaching for a flower as she waddled after her brother.

Pandora’s gaze flickered toward them, lingering on Adonis. He had grown so much in the past year, his features sharpening, his stance stronger. He looked more like Telemachus every day—but it was Raphael’s confidence, Raphael’s mannerisms, that shined through in the way he carried himself.

Her stomach twisted.

Would there come a day when she wouldn’t recognize him at all? Raphael suddenly tugged her a little closer, breaking her train of thought. “You’re staring again,” he murmured. She inhaled sharply and looked away, her expression unreadable.

Raphael tilted his head slightly. “What are you always looking for when you do that?” She shook her head, refusing to answer.

He let the silence settle for a moment before smirking. “Do you think if you stare long enough, something will change?”

She finally turned to face him, her eyes dull, yet something simmered beneath them. “No,” she murmured. “Nothing ever does.”

Raphael’s smirk faltered for just a second. Then, as if brushing off the weight of her words, he chuckled and lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a slow kiss against her knuckles. “That’s not true,” he said smoothly. “You’ve changed.” She only stared back at him—outwardly calm, inwardly suffocating—before slowly turning her gaze toward the horizon once more.

Adonis snickered as he held Phebie’s favorite doll just out of her reach, waving it teasingly while she stomped her little foot in frustration.

“Give it back!” Phebie whined, her tiny fists clenched as she tried to jump for it.

Adonis grinned wider, holding the doll even higher. “You have to say ‘please, mighty warrior Adonis,’ first.”

Phebie puffed up in outrage, her face scrunching. “No!” Raphael, who had been watching from the garden bench with amusement, finally pushed himself to his feet and strolled over. “Alright, alright,” he drawled, scooping Phebie up in one smooth motion before she could resort to more drastic measures—like biting. She instantly clung to his chiton, glaring at her brother from the safety of Raphael’s arms.

Adonis stuck his tongue out. “She always gets her way,” he grumbled.

“She’s smaller than you,” Raphael pointed out. “And you were being a little tyrant.”

Adonis crossed his arms, but his lips twitched with suppressed laughter. “I was just training her. She needs to learn how to fight for what she wants.”

Phebie huffed, her little fingers curling into Raphael’s shoulder as she mumbled, “He’s mean.”

Raphael chuckled and ruffled Adonis’s hair before plucking the doll from his hand and handing it back to Phebie. “There. Peace is restored.”

Adonis groaned, dramatically flopping onto the grass. “You always take her side.”

“She’s my little princess,” Raphael teased, bouncing Phebie slightly in his arms as she clutched her doll.

Phebie beamed, then stuck her tongue out at Adonis. Adonis narrowed his eyes at her before looking at his father. “You’re creating a monster.”

Raphael smirked. “Then it’s only fair, isn’t it? I already raised one.” She, who had been sitting nearby, let out a quiet sigh as she watched them. Her heart clenched slightly at the scene—at how natural it all seemed. Raphael playing the role of the doting father, the children giggling and wrestling like any normal siblings.

Like a normal family. She looked away, forcing herself to exhale slowly.

Nothing about this was normal.

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#aphrodites gamble #epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #telemachus x reader

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shooting-love-arrows · 1 year ago

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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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solar4seekstron · 4 months ago

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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!!!

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