#dark romance

[darktraumabomba2]

The light in the dark.

[chillgardens-blog]

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[hopesangelsprite]

Night Crawler

Pairing: Yandere!Best Friend x Reader

Summary: Love makes you do crazy things sometimes. . . but lust makes you do even crazier things.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Breaking and Entering, Mentions of Death/Murder, Fingering, Choking/Breathplay, P in V, Prone, Pinning, Size Difference/Kink, Humiliation, Degradation, Creampie

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Yandere!Best Friend who craves your attention, praise, and dedication 24/7 and hates when anyone or anything comes in between you and him. This leads him to form a particularly sinister hostility toward your family. Every time he sees you with them his stomach turns with envy. He absolutely abhors it; the way you smile at your mother and care for your father, the way you play around and encourage your siblings. It sickens him to his core.

In a fit of jealous rage, he decides that enough is enough. He decides he'll k!ll your family and keep you all for himself.

Yandere!Best Friend who breaks in and creeps throughout your home on a particularly stormy night, using the bad weather to conceal him and hist intentions. It's in the earlier hours of the morning, the sky dark and sunrise hours away, so everyone's dead asleep. He'd chosen a night you were supposed to be a way, wanting to avoid the possibility of you waking up while he basically slaughtered everyone you loved. It'd be hard to watch you grieve over the massacre, but he'd be sure to swoop in and console you when the time was right.

To his pleasant surprise, however, he finds you sleeping peacefully in a guest room far from the rest of your family. His breath hitches in his throat as he looks you over, distorted moonlight washing over your delicate frame. Your pajamas are tiny and thin, made of soft cotton and lace. The fabric does nothing to hid your curves from his prying eyes and when you roll onto your stomach he can feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

For a while he just stares, watching you sleep from your doorway like the creep he is. You're beautiful and he truly can't help himself. A bolt of thunder crashes outside and a wicked idea forms in the back of his mind. He'd come here to get rid of your family but. . . he could use you to get off instead. You weren't even supposed to be here, so there was no way he was gonna let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

With the quietness of a mouse and the stealth of a cat, he slinks into your room and locks your door behind him. He draws closer with bated breath, cock throbbing as he gets a better look at your sleeping form. Though he can't see your pretty face, your ass makes up for any lack. Gently, he trails his fingertips down the small of your back and lets them hover just above your left cheek. He doesn't want to wake you, but he doesn't want to deprive himself of your body either. He carefully lowers his hand, gradually palming the entirety of your ass cheek with large, lengthy digits.  In this moment, he's tempted to take you right away.

Yandere! Best Friend who restrains himself, lowering his hands to dip between your thighs. You shift in your sleep at the feeling, causing him to still, but simply adjust your position a bit. He continues to explore after a while, nearly creaming his pants when he discovers your shorts are the only thing between him and your bare cunt. Without hesitation, he tugs them to the side and begins exploring your folds.

You stir again, soft whimpers escaping your lips. This time your eyelids flutter open, and you begin to wake. With quickness, your assailant is upon you, a large hand covering your mouth while its owner mounted you to keep you still. Panick floods your system as you struggle to escape, but he's just so much bigger and stronger than you are. As you begin to kick, the hand that had previously been between your legs wraps around your throat and squeezes. "Keep making a fuss and I'll tie you up and kill everybody in the house and leave you for last.", he growls into your ear softly. Though your brain is still muddled with sleep, you register the threat and stop moving completely.

"Atta girl.", he coos before removing the hand choking you and returning to play with you through your shorts, "If you keep being sweet, I'll be extra good to you!". Tears well behind your lashes and you try to think of ways to escape him. However, he's got you pinned and at his mercy; even if you were to break free, there's no way you'd get to your family in time.

Your train of thought is broken by the feeling of his thick digits pushing past your entrance and butting against that spongey spot you'd never been able to find on your own. As he presses against it, a muffled moan flows from you and slick begins to pour from your core. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're a lot more agreeable than I'd thought you'd be.", he hums while pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace. You shudder at the growing tension in the pit of your stomach, and it only grows when he starts kissing along the expanse of your shoulder blade.

More whimpers and moans are pulled from you as he continues work you closer toward an impending orgasm. You know you should be screaming or crying, doing everything in you power to get away.  But as his pace quickens you find yourself rutting back against him shamefully. That same shame makes you wetter and wetter with every single sweet nothing he whispers into your ears. It's all too much and too quick for your still waking body and the tension in your tummy crescendos. Your body spasms beneath his larger one and your vision blurs as tears of pleasure leak from your eyes. Broken moans tumble from you as you cum on the fingers of your attacker, only drawing away from him as you near overstimulation.

You shudder as the fingers are removed from your cunt, leaving you gaping and exposed to the cool air and hungry eyes of a predator. Your body tenses in anticipation and you curse yourself for feeling a twisted sense of excitement bloom in your core. The sound of a belt unbuckling meets your ears and you clench around nothing, pulse skyrocketing as he begins to speak. "Usually I'd prep you a little more, get a good taste of you. . .", he trails off while pulling his member free from his pants, "But I don't think I can wait any longer.". Slowly, he drags his tip between your glistening folds, breathing becoming unsteady as he presses it into your entrance.

Had his hand still not been over your mouth, the sound you'd just made would've woken the entire house.  Fat tears roll down your cheeks and onto his hand as you struggled to stay still. Every insanely thick inch being pushed inside you makes you think you'll be split in two, every vein along his shaft becomes acquainted with your walls to further the sudden spike in stimulation. After a very long while, he bottoms out, pelvis flat against the swell of your ass. He wastes no time setting a quick and rhythmic pace.

Yandere!Best Friend who fucks you through the pain of being stretched past your limits and into mind numbing pleasure. Wanton, muffled moans fill the air along with the lewd sound of skin contacting skin.  Your attacker moans whorishly into your ear sending butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach. "You feel so good, sweet girl.", he praises you and your walls flutter around him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, slowing to a grind so that you're forced to feel every inch of him intimately. After a few more long and languid thrusts, he gradually picks up speed until you're afraid your bed might start creaking and wake someone.

The new cadence is brutal, but you try and match it. Any sense of shame, humiliation, or fear you'd felt before was gone, all thoughts silenced as your brain prioritized cumming on his cock. One particularly wild thrust caused his hand to slip, a few digits slipping into your mouth. You welcomed those with an enthusiastic suck, deep throating them like a whore. A breathless chuckle just barely registered in the back of your mind, too busy sucking and getting railed into oblivion.  "Who knew my pretty girl was such a shut, huh?", he moaned into your skin, "You're gonna drain me dry pretty soon.".

The sound of his voice, the taste of his skin, the drag of his cock against all your most sensitive areas culminated to push you over the edge and you came hard. Your eyes rolled back to your head, only allowing you to see stars, and your body spasmed. Waves of slick poured from your cunt and you could feel his pace falter as he, too, began to lose himself inside you.

A string of curse words tumbles from his lips as his balls tightened. Shaky breaths and choppy moans filled your room, masked by thunder, as he painted your walls white with hot ropes of thick cum. The warmth filling your tummy drew a shiver from you and you felt his seed begin to trickle from you with each new spurt pumped into you.

After a second, he finally stopped cumming and pulled his softening cock from your spent pussy. You wanted to turn over and get a good look at him as he redressed himself but the fatigue of being destroyed quickly overtook you. Your vision blurred on and out of focus as he dipped to kiss your forehead, turning to open your window once he had. Without a word spoken, he disappeared into the night. Disappointment that you hadn't been abke to see his face and confusion as to whether or not you'd imagined this entire thing bloomed in your brain but unconsciousness overtook before they could.  Besides, it really wouldn't have mattered if you'd seen his face tonight.

This wasn't the last time he'd be visiting you anyway.

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[ashes-of-rozes]

In Chicago, I Feel It

Relationship: Viltrumite!Mark x afab!reader

Summary: The world is over. Chicago burned first. Mark found you and now your life is actually over.

Tags: reader has (plant) powers, cursing (come on guys), war, violence, DARK ROMANCE, could also be classified as horror/gore, mentions/thoughts of harassment (does not actually happen), slightly ooc, Viltrumite!Mark is evil but he’s soft just for you, song, part 2 (?)

The world was forever shrouded in a shade of grey.

When the Viltrumites invaded— yesterday? Two months ago? It’s hard to tell— everything went dark overnight. Literally.

The big cities were the first to go. Chicago. Then New York. Then Los Angeles. Then Orlando. Like dominos, the cities fell, crushing people under the weight of several tons of concrete.

And somehow, somehow, you’ve managed to survive this long. You never sided with a resistance but you ran away from the invaders too. The Viltrumite who ruled called himself Mark. The name haunted you, kept you up at night.

You had a friend named Mark before this all started. He’s probably dead. Everyone else you knew was.

Food was scarce and hard to find if you never picked a side. You heard rumors that the humans under the Viltrumite’s rule didn’t have to worry about food. Or clean water. Or their lives.

It sounded so tempting.

And yet you never surrendered. Was comfort worth the cost of your freedom? Was your life more sacred because you had powers? None of it felt fair. None of it felt right.

Your skin constantly crawled with guilt— the planet you once swore to protect under the safety of a mask crumbled to a fine powder and you did nothing. You had teamed up with the Guardians to try and stop them but the last time you saw them, Eve was the only one still breathing. You panicked.

You didn’t want to die. Especially a painful one. The thought was terrifying.

As you retreated into the Earth, your eyes met with the Viltrumite in charge for this whole thing. Even far away you could see the blaze brightening up his tired eyes. He stared at you, eyes watching as you sunk underground. He didn’t even try to stop you.

Thankfully, your powers let you hide from most of them. You could cover up your rotten smell with flowers or smell like the burning Earth under your feet. You could go two hours laying underground with no oxygen so small spontaneous naps were your only friend.

But your luck was running out. You could feel it. The line you were balancing on was wobbling and nearing its end.

Screams echoed from far away. You winced, sympathetic with their pain and fear. But you were selfish and went the exact opposite direction, desperate to cling to the tainted atmosphere another day. The screams stop and you feel a chill snake down your spine. You look over your shoulder, seeing the orange glow of a distant war.

You round the corner of a crumpled building when you bump into something. The action surprises you and you stumble back onto your ass, vines instinctively curled around your hands, the dirt under your palms wet. You didn’t want to know if it was water or blood.

You look up and your breath catches in your throat, “You-“ He cuts you off with a single raised hand. Fear seeps into your veins, black and poisonous. “You’re the one from three weeks ago,” he says, calm voice making you sick.

No.

It’s only been three weeks?

His eyes scan you, traveling up and down your body like your prey for him, “I looked into you. I was curious about the defender of Earth who coward behind the world, pretending to be a hero.” This man seemed to know everything about you from meeting you two seconds those weeks ago. He takes a step forward and panic overtakes your sense to think clearly; thorn painted vines shoot out from under your palms and towards him. Mark holds out one hand, catching the vines in his grasp. With his left hand, he pulls the vines from the ground. He takes another step forward and pauses, looking down at his palms.

Blood.

He tosses the vines to the side, glaring at his hands. Three small cuts, but sharp enough to bleed.

Fear wraps around you like a wet suit, clinging to your skin with your panic-induced sweat. You scramble back on your hands, the ground swallowing you more and more with each inch. You’re not even aware your sinking.

“You made me bleed,” he says, still staring at his hands. Would apologizing help your chances of staying alive? He looks back in your direction, “You injured a Viltrumite Soldier.” Tears fill your eyes but you don’t get the chance to let them fall. Mark is in front of you before you finish blinking, pulling you out of the ground like it’s nothing. “You’re coming with me.”

It’s not a request or a command. It’s a simple statement. “No,” you manage to squeak out, “Please. I’m sorry.” He stares at you, his face unreadable. “Your apologies mean nothing,” he says. The tears finally start to fall and you squirm in his hold, “No!” His glare hardens, his grip tightening but he starts flying. Dread wraps around your heart like an overgrown weed and you reach down, pleading for the Earth to save you.

Nothing happens.

Why would it?

You didn’t save the Earth, it shouldn’t save you.

You fall limp and his grip only tightens, “Your powers are meaningless if you’re not surrounded by natural materials, aren’t they?” You don’t answer, tears falling from your chin and dripping towards the ground several thousand feet below. You don’t have to answer. He knows what it is.

By the time he flies over Milwaukee, your tears have stained a clean path onto your dirty face. Your eyes grow heavy as you watch the world crumble beneath you. Before you can fight it, your eyes fall shut, surrendering to your future.

〤〤〤

“Wake up.”

The voice barely registers in your empty mind before the air leaves your lungs.

Your eyes snap open, instinctively calling for the Earth but the only thing under your palms are silk sheets and— wait. You take a deep breath, eyes focusing on your surroundings. The room is white and mainly bare. It consists of the bed you were thrown on, a small empty desk in the corner, what’s possibly a closet, and a bathroom with the door open that looks just as hospitalized as the rest of the place.

Your throat tightens and you manage to gather enough courage to look at him, “Where … are we?” Mark stares at you, like he’s considering answering. Eventually, he does, floating down until his feet hit the floor soundlessly, “My quarters within the new liaison building on Earth.”

Huh?

You nod, mind still jumbled and confused. “Your … quarters,” you mumble to yourself, staring at the silk bedding beneath your fingers, “Not prison?” He huffs, almost sounding amused but mainly empty, “No. This won’t be much different for you, though.” You pinch the white fabric between your fingers, freezing. “Worry not, if I wanted you dead or thrown in jail, I would’ve done so already,” he says. Like that’s somehow supposed to bring you comfort. You swallow, throat dry, “Then what am I here for?”

“Reproduction.”

Fear hits you again but it’s different this time. Darker.

Every muscle goes taught with tension.

The mattress dips with the added weight when Mark sits down, “You don’t need to worry. It will be painless. I’ll ensure it is.” You didn’t even realize you were crying until a tear fell onto the sheet.

“You’re shaking.”

And maybe you are. You’re not entirely sure. There’s a hand on your calf, gentle but possessive, “You do not wish to reproduce with me?” You immediately shake your head no. But there was no point in fighting it, if he wanted to, he’d easily overpower you.

The silence stretches for a long time. You can’t look up, tears soaking the sheet below you.

“Okay.” Mark stands and you turn to look at him, breathing labored, “…okay?” He nods, “Viltrumites do not mate without consent. I’ll wait until you are ready.” Your breath stuttered. Part of you was relieved that he wasn’t forcing you and the other part didn’t believe him. “And if I never am,” you ask, voice low. “You’ll except it one day,” he says, like he somehow knows the future, “Until then it’s my job to make sure my mate is healthy and well-kept.”

Mark reaches out a hand, “And not only have you soaked my bedding, you’ve gotten it muddy by simply existing on it.” A fresh waves of tears come back, scared for your safety. “You need a shower, I have work to do. I’ll send someone in for the bed.” You blink, staring at his hand. “You’re injured and malnourished, get clean and you’ll be taken care of,” he continues.

“Do I have a choice,” you ask. It’s a stupid question. “Not in your health,” he says, hand still outstretched, “Not today at least. Behave, and you’ll get freedom.” You inhale shakily and take his hand. He pulls you close and you climb off the bed with shaky legs. They’d gone numb a while ago. Mark gives you a curious look and let’s go.

Your knees buckle almost instantly but he catches you before you hit the ground. He doesn’t say anything else, picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. It’s a stand up shower.

Mark sets you on the edge of the sink, “I really must go, but I’ll start the water.” He turns on the very complicated looking faucet and straightens back up, turning back to look at you. “Get cleared from the doctor today and you can roam around all you want tomorrow,” he informs. You nod.

He turns to leave, pausing at the door. “Don’t try and escape,” he says, back muscles flexing from tension, “I will find you and you will not like me when I do.” With that, he closes the bathroom door and leaves.

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||part two||

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[elryuse]

Obliviation Pt. 4

Wonyoung X Male Reader X Winter

Tags : Yandere, Obsessive Love, Posessive, Dangerous Romance, Dark Romance, Sex, Lots of Crazy Thriller

Words : 4,984 Words

A Lovely Commison From My Friend @Pizza_anon From Ko-fi. A Continuation of Obliviation Pt.3 I Hope You Guys Enjoyed it.

The door crashed open with a force that made you stumble back, and there she was—Wonyoung, her usually pristine appearance disheveled, her eyes wild with a mix of rage and desperation. Her chest heaved as she scanned the room, her gaze landing on you, then Winter, who stood protectively in front of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Wonyoung’s voice was a venomous hiss, her lips curling into a snarl. She stepped forward, her heels clicking ominously against the floor. “With her?”

Winter didn’t flinch. She squared her shoulders, her silver hair catching the light as she took a defiant step forward. “You’ve done enough damage, Wonyoung. He deserves to know the truth.”

Wonyoung let out a bitter laugh, her manicured nails curling into fists. “The truth? I am his truth. I am his life. You’re nothing but a ghost from a past he doesn’t remember.”

You felt a sudden pang of guilt and confusion, your mind racing. But before you could speak, Wonyoung lunged forward, her hand grabbing Winter’s arm and yanking her aside. Winter stumbled but quickly recovered, her eyes flashing with defiance.

“Let him go,” Winter said, her voice low and steady. “You don’t own him.”

Wonyoung ignored her, her focus entirely on you. In one swift motion, she closed the distance between you, her lips crashing onto yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, her kiss demanding, possessive, and suffocating. You tried to push her away, but her grip was like iron, her manicured nails digging into your skin.

“You’re mine,” she whispered against your lips, her breath hot and erratic. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could react, she shoved you back, your hips hitting the edge of the desk. She climbed onto you, her hands tearing at your clothes with a frantic urgency. Her lips traced a path down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she whispered, “You belong to me. Only me.”

Winter moved forward, her voice sharp. “Stop this, Wonyoung! You’re out of control!”

Wonyoung turned her head, her eyes blazing. “Stay out of this, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

You struggled under Wonyoung’s weight, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. Her words echoed in your ears, manipulative and desperate. She kissed you again, her lips soft and pleading this time, her voice trembling. “Please, just come back to me. I’ll give you everything. You don’t need her. You don’t need anyone but me.”

Her words were like a siren’s call, pulling at the fragile threads of your memory. You could feel her desperation, her fear of losing you, and for a moment, it almost worked.

But then your eyes met Winter’s, and something inside you shifted. Her gaze was steady, filled with a love that felt more genuine, more real than anything Wonyoung had ever offered you.

“Don’t listen to her,” Winter said, her voice soft but firm. “Remember who you are. Remember us.”

Wonyoung’s grip tightened, her nails digging deeper into your skin. “Shut up!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “You’re just trying to take him from me! You’ve always wanted him for yourself!”

Winter stepped closer, her eyes never leaving yours. “He was never yours to take.”

Wonyoung let out a strangled cry, her hands moving to cradle your face. Her lips brushed yours again, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please, just stay with me. I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

Her words were a carefully crafted trap, designed to pull you back into her control. You could feel the weight of her desperation, the intensity of her need for you, and for a moment, you hesitated.

But then Winter spoke again, her voice cutting through the haze. “You don’t have to do this. You’re stronger than she thinks you are.”

Wonyoung’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “You think you can take him from me? You’re nothing. You always were.”

Winter’s gaze never wavered. “He’s not a possession, Wonyoung. He’s a person. And he deserves to make his own choices.”

Wonyoung’s grip on you tightened, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. “He’s mine,” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.”

You felt a surge of anger, a fire that had been smoldering deep within you finally igniting. You pushed Wonyoung back, your voice firm. “Enough. I’m not yours to control.”

Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could respond, Winter stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding. “It’s over, Wonyoung. You can’t keep lying to him—or yourself.”

Wonyoung’s hands trembled as she took a step back, her eyes darting between you and Winter. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she let out a shaky breath, her facade crumbling.

“You’ll regret this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Both of you.”

She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of her presence lingering in the air like a storm cloud.

You turned to Winter, your heart pounding in your chest. She reached for your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft.

You nodded, but the look in her eyes told you she knew better.

“What now?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Winter’s lips curved into a faint smile, her fingers intertwining with yours. “Now, we fight back.”

But before you could respond, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, your stomach sinking as you saw the text from Wonyoung.

“You think you’ve won? This isn’t over. I’ll make sure you both regret ever crossing me.”

The text from Wonyoung lingered in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and unnerving. Winter’s hand tightened around yours, her silver hair catching the dim light of the room as she turned to face you. Her eyes, usually soft and enigmatic, now burned with determination.

“We can’t stay here,” she said, her voice low but steady. “She’ll come back, and next time, she won’t just threaten us. We need to leave the city—somewhere she can’t find us. A place where we can think, plan, and figure out how to take her down.”

You nodded, though the idea of running felt like giving Wonyoung exactly what she wanted: control. But Winter’s grip on your hand was firm, her presence grounding you. “Where would we even go?” you asked.

A small smile tugged at her lips. “I have a cabin. It’s isolated, deep in the woods. No one knows about it except… a few close friends. We’ll be safe there.”

The drive was quiet, the tension between you both palpable. Every time you glanced at her, she seemed lost in thought, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. The city lights faded behind you, replaced by the dense shadows of trees and the occasional glint of moonlight on the road. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were leaving something behind—something you weren’t sure you even wanted to remember.

When you arrived, the cabin was smaller than you expected, nestled among towering pines. Winter unlocked the door, the creak of the hinges echoing in the stillness. Inside, it was cozy, with a fireplace, a worn leather couch, and a small kitchenette. She flicked on a lamp, casting a warm glow over the room.

“Make yourself at home,” she said, her voice softer now. “I’ll start a fire.”

You watched her as she knelt by the fireplace, her movements graceful as she stacked wood and lit the kindling. The flames sparked to life, their flickering light dancing across her face. She turned to you, her eyes searching yours. “Come here. Sit with me.”

You obeyed, sinking onto the floor beside her. The warmth of the fire seeped into your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of her presence. She reached out, her fingers brushing against yours. “We have a lot to talk about,” she murmured.

“I know,” you admitted. “But… I’m scared. What if I don’t like what I remember?”

Her gaze softened, and she leaned closer, her forehead almost touching yours. “Then we’ll face it together. But you deserve to know the truth—about us, about her, about who you really are.”

The crackling of the fire filled the silence as you both sat there, your minds racing. Slowly, Winter began to speak, her voice a gentle murmur against the backdrop of the forest night. She told you about your college days—how you’d met, how you’d fallen for each other, how you’d been inseparable. She described your wedding, the way you’d looked at her as you vowed to spend your lives together. And then, with a tremor in her voice, she told you about the accident—the one that had stolen you away from her.

“I thought I’d lost you forever,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. “But when you called me… when you remembered my name… it was like getting a piece of my soul back.”

Your chest tightened, emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. Was it really as simple as that? Could the life you’d built with Wonyoung—no matter how stifling—really have been a lie? You wanted to believe Winter, but the uncertainty gnawed at you.

Winter must have sensed your hesitation, because she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “I know this is overwhelming. But trust me, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

Before you could respond, the sound of a car pulling up outside made you both freeze. Winter’s eyes widened, and she quickly rose to her feet, peering out the window. “It’s them,” she said, relief washing over her face. She turned to you with a small smile. “My friends are here.”

The door opened, and three women stepped inside, their presence immediately filling the room. The first had captivating eyes and an aura of confidence—Karina. The second was mesmerizing, her exotic features framed by long, dark hair—Giselle. The third was playful, her smile radiating sensual energy—Ningning.

“So, this is him,” Karina said, her gaze appraising you with a mix of curiosity and protectiveness.

Winter nodded, her hand resting on your shoulder. “Yes. This is him.”

Ningning stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s about time we met. Winter hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

You felt your cheeks flush, but before you could respond, Giselle, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. “We’ve all been worried about you,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “But now that we’re here, we’re going to make sure Wonyoung doesn’t get away with this.”

The air in the room shifted, the weight of their determination palpable. Karina crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “She thinks she can just take what she wants? Not if we have anything to say about it.”

Winter turned to you, her hand slipping into yours. “You’re not alone in this. We’re going to fight, and we’re going to win.”

As the night wore on, the five of you sat together, sharing stories and memories. They filled in the gaps that Winter hadn’t been able to, painting a picture of a life that felt both familiar and foreign. And as the fire burned low, you found yourself leaning into Winter’s side, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your thoughts.

But just as you began to relax, your phone buzzed again. You pulled it out, your stomach sinking as you saw the text from Wonyoung.

”You can’t hide from me forever. I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll regret ever turning your back on me.”

Winter’s eyes flicked to the screen, her jaw tightening as she read the message. She took the phone from your hand and tossed it onto the couch, her voice firm. “Ignore her. She’s trying to scare you.”

“But what if she’s right?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Winter cupped your face in her hands, her eyes locking onto yours. “She’s not. As long as we’re together, she can’t win.”

Her words were a balm to your frayed nerves, but the fear still lingered. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Ningning suddenly stood, her playful smirk replaced by a look of determination.

“We’re not just going to sit here and wait for her to make the first move,” Ningning said. “We’re going to take her down, starting tomorrow.”

Karina nodded in agreement. “She’s crossed too many lines. It’s time she faced the consequences.”

Winter squeezed your hand, her gaze never leaving yours. “Are you ready?” she asked softly.

You took a deep breath, the weight of their expectations pressing down on you. But looking into her eyes, you knew you couldn’t back down. “I’m ready.”

Karina, Giselle, and Ningning exchanged knowing glances and excused themselves from the cabin, leaving you alone with Winter. The tension in the air was palpable, the weight of everything you’d learned and the threat of Wonyoung looming over you both. Winter closed the door behind her friends, her hand lingering on the handle for a moment before she turned to face you. The soft glow of the cabin’s fireplace illuminated her delicate features, casting long shadows across the room.

Her silver hair framed her face like a halo, and her eyes, those deep, enigmatic pools, held a mixture of longing and resolve. She stepped closer, her boots softly padding against the wooden floor, and you could feel the heat radiating from her body even before she reached you.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Every day without you has felt like a lifetime.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. The memories Winter had shown you—your wedding, your life together—flashed through your mind, but they still felt distant, like fragments of a dream you couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, standing here with her, something stirred deep within you, a connection you couldn’t deny.

“I… I feel like I’ve missed you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s like there’s a wall in my mind, blocking me from remembering. I want to, Winter. I want to remember everything.”

Winter’s lips curved into a soft, understanding smile. She reached up, her fingers brushing against your cheek, and the warmth of her touch sent shivers down your spine. “Let me remind you,” she said, her voice low and intimate. “Let me show you what we had.”

Her other hand found yours, lacing your fingers together as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle at first, a hesitant exploration, but then she deepened it, her tongue flicking against your bottom lip, and you felt something ignite inside you. A spark of familiarity, of need. You parted your lips, letting her in, and the taste of her—sweet and intoxicating—flooded your senses.

She pulled back slightly, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, “Do you feel it? The connection, the love we shared?”

Your heart was racing, your body responding to her touch in ways you couldn’t explain. “I do,” you breathed. “But I need more. I need to remember.”

Winter nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, she began to undress you, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttoned your shirt. Each brush of her skin against yours sent electric shocks through your body, and you could feel the fire building within you. She pushed your shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and her hands trailed down your chest, her touch feather-light yet undeniably possessive.

Your breath hitched as she undid your belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle before she slid your pants down your legs. You stepped out of them, standing bare before her, vulnerable and exposed. Winter’s eyes roamed over your body, her lips parting slightly as she took you in.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire. “Just as I remember.”

Her hands returned to your chest, her fingers splaying against your skin as she leaned in, pressing her lips to the hollow of your throat. You tilted your head back, a groan escaping your lips as she kissed and nipped at your skin, marking you as hers. Her hands drifted lower, her nails grazing your sides, and you shivered at the sensation.

She knelt before you, her hands sliding down your thighs as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. Her tongue traced the line of your hipbone, and your cock twitched in response, already hard and aching for her. Winter looked up at you, her eyes dark with need, and wrapped her hand around your length, giving you a slow, tantalizing stroke.

“Winter…” you moaned, your voice hoarse with desire.

She didn’t respond with words, only with actions. She leaned in, her lips closing around the head of your cock, and you gasped at the sensation. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing you, before she took you deeper into her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke you in time with her movements, her rhythm maddeningly slow and deliberate.

Your hands tangled in her silver hair, your hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure surged through you. “God, Winter…” you groaned, your head falling back.

She hummed around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves down your spine, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge. But before you could tip over, she pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting.

Winter stood, her gaze locked on yours, and began to undress. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, her eyes never leaving yours as she revealed her creamy skin inch by inch. She let the blouse fall to the floor, followed by her skirt, until she stood before you in nothing but her lingerie.

She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it slip from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, the soft curves begging to be touched. You reached for her, your hands grazing her waist, but she stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Not yet,” she murmured, her voice dripping with promise. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them.

Now, she stood completely bare before you, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, your desire for her consuming you. Winter stepped closer, her hands finding yours, and she guided them to her hips.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Remember me.”

Your hands roamed over her body, tracing the familiar curves and dips as if they were etched into your memory. Her skin was warm and smooth under your touch, and you heard her breath hitch as you squeezed her hips, pulling her flush against you.

“I remember,” you murmured, your lips brushing against hers. “I remember this.”

Winter’s hands slid up your chest, her nails leaving faint trails of heat in their wake. She kissed you again, her tongue tangling with yours in a frenzied dance of need and longing. You could feel her heart racing against your chest, her body trembling with anticipation.

She broke the kiss, her hands moving to your shoulders as she guided you down onto the bed. You landed on the soft mattress, and Winter climbed on top of you, her thighs straddling your hips. Her silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed down at you.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “To feel you inside me again.”

Her hand reached between your bodies, her fingers wrapping around your cock as she positioned you at her entrance. You could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her desire, and your breath caught in your throat.

“Winter—” you started, but she silenced you with a kiss, her lips capturing yours as she slowly sank down onto you.

You groaned against her mouth, the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping you almost too much to bear. She took you in inch by agonizing inch, her body adjusting to yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm. When she was fully seated, she broke the kiss, her head falling back as she let out a low, guttural moan.

“God, you feel so good,” she gasped, her hands braced against your chest.

Your hands gripped her hips, urging her to move, and she obliged, lifting herself up before sinking back down. The pace she set was slow and sensual, each movement designed to drive you to the brink of madness. You could feel the tension building within you, your body responding to her in ways that felt both familiar and new.

“Do you remember now?” she asked, her voice breathless. Her hands moved to your face, her thumbs brushing against your cheekbones as she gazed down at you. “Do you remember me?”

“Yes,” you groaned, your hands moving to her waist. “I remember this. I remember you.”

Winter smiled, her eyes glistening with tears as she leaned down, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Her hips continued to move, her pace quickening as the heat between you grew. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

“Winter, I’m close,” you warned, your voice strained.

“Me too,” she gasped, her body trembling with the force of her own desire. “Come with me.”

Her words were all the encouragement you needed. With a final thrust, you felt yourself unraveling, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. Winter cried out, her body convulsing around you as she reached her own climax. You held her close, your arms wrapping around her as you rode out the aftershocks together.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Winter collapsed against your chest, her breathing ragged and uneven. You could feel her heart racing against yours, her body still trembling with the intensity of what you had shared.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Your arms tightened around her, your lips brushing against the top of her head. “I love you too,” you murmured, the words feeling right in a way you couldn’t explain.

Winter’s breath was still heavy, her chest rising and falling as she pressed her body against yours. Her fingers traced delicate patterns along your back, sending shivers down your spine. Her lips brushed against your ear, her voice a whisper that sent a jolt of electricity through you. “I want more of you. I need more. Now.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something primal within you. She pulled away slightly, her silver hair tousled and her eyes dark with desire. She took your hand, leading you out of the bedroom and into the dimly lit kitchen. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on her porcelain skin. She leaned back against the counter, her legs spreading slightly, and you could already see the glistening evidence of her arousal between her thighs.

Her gaze locked onto yours, and there was something raw and unspoken in that look—a hunger that went beyond physical need. “Take me here,” she said, her voice low and urgent. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white as she arched her back. “I want you to claim me. Make me yours, right here, right now.”

Her words were a command, a plea, and a promise all at once. You stepped closer, your hands finding her hips as she lifted one leg, wrapping it around your waist. Her body was warm against yours, and the heat of her desire was impossible to ignore. You could feel her trembling, her breath hitching as you leaned in, your lips brushing against her collarbone.

She tilted her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. “Mark me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let everyone know I’m yours.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your lips found her skin, and you kissed her, your teeth grazing gently before you nipped at her flesh. She let out a gasp, her nails digging into your shoulders as you suckled at the spot, leaving a faint mark that would fade but never truly disappear. It wasn’t just a physical act—it was a declaration, a reminder of the bond you shared.

Winter’s hands moved down to your waist, tugging at your pants as she guided you closer. “I need you inside me,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her body was slick with desire, and when you pressed against her, she moaned softly, her head falling back against the cabinet behind her.

You lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around your waist as you positioned yourself at her entrance. Her eyes met yours, and there was something so vulnerable in that moment—a reminder of everything you had lost and everything you were fighting to regain. You thrust into her slowly, feeling her body stretch around you, her warmth enveloping you completely.

She gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as you moved within her. Her body was tight, her muscles clenching around you as though she never wanted to let you go. “Harder,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, I need to feel you. All of you.”

You obliged, your hips moving with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender. Her moans filled the kitchen, mixing with the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft creak of the counter beneath her weight. Her hands moved to your face, her fingers tracing your jawline as she pulled you closer, her lips finding yours in a searing kiss.

The kiss was messy and desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues as you both tried to convey everything you couldn’t say. Winter broke away first, her head falling back as she let out a cry of pleasure. “I’ve missed this,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I’ve missed you.”

Her words echoed in your mind, a reminder of the life you had lost and the life you were slowly reclaiming. You reached down, your hands gripping her hips as you pulled her closer, your movements becoming more frantic. Winter’s body responded in kind, her legs tightening around you as she urged you on.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies moving together. “I’m so close.”

Her words were all the encouragement you needed. You thrust into her one last time, your body tensing as you felt yourself unraveling. Winter cried out, her body convulsing around you as she reached her own climax. You held her close, your arms wrapping around her as you rode out the aftershocks together, your bodies still joined in a way that felt both familiar and new.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Winter leaned forward, her forehead resting against yours. Her breath was ragged, her body still trembling, but there was a soft smile on her lips. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

You kissed her gently, your lips brushing against hers in a way that felt like a promise. “I love you too,” you murmured, the words feeling right in a way they hadn’t in years.

Winter’s hands moved to your face, her fingers tracing the lines of your jaw as she studied you. “Do you remember?” she asked, her voice soft and tentative. “Do you remember us?”

You hesitated, your mind racing as fragments of memories flickered in and out of focus. There were glimpses of moments—shared laughter, stolen kisses, quiet mornings wrapped in each other’s arms—but they were fleeting, like trying to hold onto water.

“I’m starting to,” you admitted, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s like pieces of a puzzle that are finally coming together.”

Winter’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away, her smile trembling but genuine. “That’s all I need,” she whispered. “Just pieces. We’ll figure out the rest together.”

Her words were a balm to your soul, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this. But before you could respond, the sound of a phone buzzing on the counter shattered the moment. Winter’s eyes flicked to the phone, and her expression darkened as she saw the name on the screen.

Wonyoung.

Winter’s hands tightened on your shoulders, her body stiffening as she looked back at you. “Don’t answer it,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “Whatever she says, don’t let her get inside your head.”

You nodded, but the buzzing continued, a relentless reminder of the threat looming over you. Winter’s eyes searched yours, and there was something fierce in her gaze—a determination to protect you, no matter the cost.

“I won’t let her take you from me again,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Not this time.”

You pulled her closer, your arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace. “She won’t,” you promised, though the words felt heavy on your tongue.

But as the phone continued to buzz, a chill ran down your spine. Wonyoung was out there somewhere, watching, waiting. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was closer than either of you realized.

Winter leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. “We’ll figure this out,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Together.”

You nodded, but the tension in the room was palpable. The buzzing stopped, but the silence that followed was somehow worse. Winter’s eyes never left yours, and there was something unspoken in that moment—a determination to fight for the life you had lost and the love you were slowly reclaiming.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Mama, I’m in love with a criminal

Tags: Sukuna x fem!Reader, no curse au, dead dove, violence described including murder, dark romance, use of y/n, descriptions of mental illness.

Synopsis: Sukuna’s talking to his therapist in jail about you. He’s incarcerated because of you, and his obsession is concerning.

An: Yeah idk i thought of this while I was driving to work one morning.

Session one. | Session two. | Session three. | Session four. |

His large frame laid lazily over the couch, clad in an orange jumpsuit. He had his feet propped up on one side, and his head was propped up on the other side in a far too casual manner. His naturally pink hair pushed up near the front, messily so.

He was still cuffed and shackled, but the therapist was still afraid of him. To the therapist’s credit, he had read the warrant that went into viscous detail of Sukuna’s crimes.

Normally, the therapist wouldn’t read the inmates warrants due to situations like these. He liked going into sessions with an open mind, but he had gotten warnings about Sukuna… how the man can fly into a blind rage like a switch on the wall.

He was brutal, unforgivable, inhumane.

Simple counseling wasn’t going to “fix” a broken human like Sukuna. The therapist knew this, but the state mandated that Sukuna undergo weekly counseling sessions per his sentence.

Sukuna could taste the therapist’s fear, and he let out an earnest laugh. “You don’t even want to try to fix me, do you?” He asked tauntingly with a lopsided grin. “I don’t blame you. Don’t feel bad~”

The therapist swallowed the lump in his throat, and he adjusted in his seat. “I can’t fix anyone… Counseling isn’t about fixing.. It’s about moving forward and learning how to live.”

“Bullshit.” Sukuna spits with shrug. “Counseling is about focusing on the past and letting shit hang you up for far too long. I guarantee you that you’re going to ask me about how I got here, is that right?”

The therapist is shaking like a leaf at this point. “Our past can help us navigate to a better future.” He murmured out weakly.

Sukuna roars in laughter, causing the therapist to nearly jump out of his seat. The pink-haired felon doubles over as he laughs hysterically. “You’re a funny guy. Fine. You really want to know how I got here? I’ll tell you.”

After a deep breath and wiping away a fake tear, Sukuna goes on, “You know, teachers always believe that pairing the troubled kids up with the good kids will inspire them to act right. That shit never works.”

“I think that’s when my ‘type’ developed. My bitch of a second-grade teacher assigned me to sit next to this frail meek girl after I got in trouble one too many times for terrorizing the other kids. She was a real stick in the mud.” Sukuna laughs fondly, a rare genuine smile on his face.

“Y/n?” The therapist asks, remembering your name from the warrants.

Sukuna’s red eyes snap over to the therapist with an almost predatory gaze. His hands visibly curl into fists. “Say her name again, and I’ll splatter your blood all over this room. The officers won’t be able to pry me from you, deeming you to be a lost cause.”

The therapist freezes as the breath hitches in his throat. His eyes dart toward his panic button, knowing he should probably press it now, but he’s frozen in fear.

“We’ll call her mouse.” Sukuna goes on as if he didn’t just threaten the poor guy’s life in brutal detail.

“Mouse was a real challenge. I for some reason made it my mission to get her to talk to me, but she always stayed silent — only answering me with simple head gestures.” He laughs again, lying his head back further as he’s replaying the memories in his mind. He can remember you vividly and how you looked back then. He yearns for that feeling again. The feeling of seeing you for the first time.

“I can’t exactly tell you when the challenge started to border obsession, but she slowly slithered her way into my brain. Even when I wasn’t in school, I thought about her. I wondered what she sounded like, wondered why she wouldn’t talk to me, wondered why she looked at me like that.”

The therapist furrows his eyebrows. Even though he doesn’t feel safe in this session, and he doesn’t trust Sukuna at all, he has a hunger for knowledge, and he loves solving things that have to do with the human psyche.

“Looked at you like what?” The therapist dared to ask.

Sukuna stayed silent for a moment, and he tapped his finger against the back of his hand. His face hardened as he found the words he was looking for. “She looked at me like she had no preconceived notion of me. Her eyes… were so big and round. Even though she didn’t talk to me, it was like she accepting of my presence.”

The shackles jingled as Sukuna rubbed his face in a stressed gesture. Remembering you was like a double edged sword. He loved thinking about you, but he hated being reminded that he was without you.

The therapist eased in his chair. There was actual emotions underneath all those tattoos, thick skin, and muscle. The media had portrayed Sukuna as a complete narcissistic sociopath, but this was proof that diagnosis was false.

“I bothered the shit out of her for years, continually getting myself paired up with her.” Sukuna grinned, shifting the conversation back in a direction that he was more comfortable with, “I remember those asshole kids always called me her shadow because I followed her everywhere. Jokes on them.”

The therapist shivered as be remembered a chilling detail from the warrants. Each time a victim was found, a message was written in the victim’s blood.

-ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ

His victim’s - their deaths were like an homage to you.

“Were the kids ever… assholes to mouse?”

Sukuna’s jaw visibly tightened. He loathed this therapist’s questions… thinking he knew everything just because you and Sukuna were misunderstood kids.

“They called her weird for not talking.” Sukuna recalled as he bit his inner cheek. His eyes glared to the wall in front of him. “Now look at who can’t talk.”

Sukuna’s first victim. He didn’t start out with murder. He started out with stapling your bullies mouth shut for taunting you. Everything was for you. Everything.

He held a kid down to the teacher’s in third grade, grabbing a stapler, and he pressed it down one by one into the kids lips, binding them together. The kid couldn’t scream or cry for help, or else he’d risk ripping the flesh on his lips.

The teachers found the kid and immediately knew the only kid sadistic enough to go through with such an act was none other than Sukuna.

“Did mouse witness you do that?” The therapist asked, genuinely intrigued by Sukuna’s narrative. For being a ruthless criminal, he was a wonderful historian.

“No. Why would I scare her like that?” Sukuna’s voice was tense as he eyed the therapist carefully, as if he was waiting for him to say the wrong thing.

The therapist clicks his tongue in surprise, and he looks like a deer in headlights. “Scare? No.. no, I thought you’d maybe just show off what you did for her.”

“I’m not the type to show off.” Sukuna answers flatly, and the therapist wonders if that’s the first time Sukuna’s lied during this session. He knows that Sukuna likes to show off. The warrants prove it.

“Anyways, I wore her down over the years. She didn’t speak to me until we were in sixth grade.” An eerie smile curls on Sukuna’s lip. “I can still remember her first word to me and how she said it…”

The therapist leaned in, curiosity getting best of him.

Sukuna smirks, knowing he has the therapist interested now. “Her first word to me was a plea. A word to show her undeniable want. Her first word to me was please.”

Bang! Bang Bang!

The therapist literally flinches out of his chair from the heavy knocks at the door.

“Ryomen! Your time is up!” The officer yelled on the other side of the door.

“Pity. I was beginning to have fun.” Sukuna remarked as he stood up from the couch. The shackles jingled as he walked toward the door, and the door buzzed, letting him out. “See you next week, doc.”

[hopesangelsprite]

Sins of the Father

Pairing: YandereDilf!Geto x Babysitter!Reader

Summary: Good fathers don't prey on their children's caretakers.... right?

Warnings: dark content, drugging/intoxication, kidnapping/abduction, coercion, manipulation, age gap (both legal adults), fingering, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, serial orgasms

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Yandere Dilf Geto who falls in love with Mimiko and Nanako's non curse user babysitter and just. . . never lets her go.

At first he thought nothing of you, you were weak and only useful to be of service like all the other monkeys. Even though you were warm and nurturing, even though you were wise beyond your years, he loathed you all the same. Once he was tired of you, he'd probably kill you and move on to the next sitter.

Then one day he came home earlier than usual, around the girl's bedtimes, and what he stumbled upon changed his heart forever. After a bit of wondering the house in search of you and his daughters, he found the three of you in their bedroom. Not wanting to disturb you, he simply watched on with light interest. He watched you tuck both of them in with gentleness, softly singing a lullaby as you made sure they were comfortable. Nanako had already fallen asleep and Mimiko was on the brink of unconsciousness, but just as she let her little eyes flutter shut she whispered out to you. "Love you, mama.", she hummed earning a soft gasp and chuckle from you. Geto watched you lean forward and place a kiss on her forhead before quietly telling her you loved her back.

From then on, Geto became obsessed with you. Your display of motherly affection toward his girls awakened something primal in him, something dark. Whenever he could, he'd come home early and watch you care for them over and over again. He'd even stay home some days, lying about having to work from his home office, just to see you love on his children. Every day he fell more deeply, insanely in love with you until he finally felt he needed to act upon his feelings.

On one particularly long day, Geto offered you a drink after you put the girls to bed, using his charm to get you to agree. The two of you talked a while before the drug he'd slipped into your drink started to take effect. It wasn't long before you'd passed out in his lap completely. So, Geto carried you into the nice little basement apartment full of amenities he'd been preparing for you during those 'at home' work days and bound you to the bed there.

The first few days you cried and begged to be set free but Geto, having the patience of a father, simply kissed your cheek and told you to make yourself at home. You eventually switched to screaming and attempting to free yourself which waxed futile very quickly. It took you almost a month to stop fighting, and once you had Geto finally allowed you upstairs to see the girls.

You put on a warm smile and recited the words he'd told you to say, telling them that you and their daddy were in love and that you'd be staying with them forever now. Naturally they celebrated, their little hearts happy now that you were their 'real mommy'. Though you still loved them, your heart sank at the realization that you'd never be able to leave the prison you'd been placed in.

You fell into a deep depression the next two months, only smiling and laughing when you cared for the girls. Geto tried to buy your happiness with luxuries, very rarely earning your interest when he'd bring you something from your old life. It pained him to see you so broken but there was no way in hell he'd let you go either. After a bit of thinking and reflecting, Geto came to the conclusion that you needed a baby of your own. If the only times you looked genuinely happy were when you got to spend time with Mimiko and Nanako, then giving you a child of your own to look after had to be the answer to keeping you happy!

One night, after putting the girls to sleep, Geto enters the basement with your nightly dinner. He's made it special, all of your favorites and a drink mixed with a tiny bit of aphrodisiac. At first, you're hesitant to take it, the way he'd managed to kidnap you was by drugging you after all. But a little gentle persuasion and extra charm is enough to get you to let your guard down.

While you eat, Geto lays it on thick, going on about how beautiful and caring you are and how he only wants to make his daughters happy by having you here with them. He even goes on to tell you a sob story about how hard it'd been to raise two little girls on his own after their mother and the love of his life had been killed in a car accident, even managing out a few tears. All of it was a complete lie but it got you to relax even further, reaching out to hesitantly pat his shoulder in sympathy. Though you very much hated being locked up, now you believed him to be some traumatized father driven insane by grief and doing the best he could.

Every night for the next two weeks, he'd come down with a meal and talk to you sweetly, sharing something new about his past, before bidding you a good night. Around day 6 you started to converse with him, asking him questions and letting out quiet giggles at his dad jokes. Each night the amount of aphrodisiac he'd put in your drink increased little by little until one night he put nothing in it before descending the basement stairs.

The two of you talked like usual, Geto complimenting you and watching you smile bashfully at his words. As the night progressed, he gradually moved closer and you didn't push him away. In fact, you moved closer under the guise that your drug induced thoughts of affection from previous nights were the products of you falling for him and his tragedy. And when he finally kissed you and you shyly kissed him back, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

Soft kisses grew into hungrier ones, his tongue invading your mouth while his hands wandered your body. You mewled oh so sweetly as his hands wandered up your skirt to play with you through your panties, eventually pulling them to the side to push lengthy digits inside you. Your reactions told him of your inexperience so he made sure to handle you with care.

His mouth made its way down the column of your neck, nipping at particularly sensitive spots while his fingers curled and uncurled within you. He dealt a few more skillful touches to your cunt before you came undone on his fingers.

He continued to lavish you with gentle caresses as he undressed both you, laying you down and whispering sweet nothings to you while slowly filling you with his cock. He talked you through the stretch, wiping away any fallen tears, and praising you for taking him so well once he bottomed out. He let you adjust a few moments before setting a slow, intimate pace and thoroughly fucking you into the mattress.

You whined and whimpered loudly and he thanked himself for ensuring the room was soundproofed well. He kept his thrusts relatively shallow, making sure to make you cum a second and third time before focusing on himself. Geto's pace quickened, hips pistoning animalistically as he chased after his own high. He hummed as you begged him to slow down, to be gentler, but kindly refused you.

"I'm sorry, princess, need to get you nice and full of my cum.", he moaned while kissing and biting at any exposed skin he could. The sound of your cries of overstimulation only drove him to fuck you deeper, whimpers of his own bubbling from his chest as your walls fluttered around him. "That's my pretty girl, yeah keep coming for me.", he groaned into your ear, "You're so good to me.".

He continued to ravish you, reveling in the feeling of you clawing at his back and the sound of you sobbing in pleasure, until it became too much for him as well. His balls tightened and his hips stilled long enough for him to paint your walls white with his cum, the warmth of it enough to send you over the edge for the nth time.

He made sure to keep you plugged full, deep strokes becoming shallow grinds before his pace increased again. As you writhed beneath him, Geto kissed your lips with a smile while resuming his previous pace. "I know, sweetheart, I know.", he comforted you as he tugged at the shell of your ear with his teeth.

"Just gotta make sure it takes."

[vampiressloverr]

BOTH😩🫠

La Maman et la Putain (1973), dir. Jean Eustache

[fangdokja]

🔞Run all you want, little omega—I love the chase.

❤︎ Synopsis. Bound by fear and desire, an omega finds herself ensnared by a cruel, possessive alpha who thrives on her pain and submission, claiming her body and soul as his own. As she struggles to escape his grasp, she learns that freedom may come at a price too terrifying to pay.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Alpha! Wolf Hybrid x Fem. Reader

♡ Novelette. #1 - Marked and Mated

♡ Word Count. 10,767

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non-con, rape, blood play, overstimulation, forced oral, prey x predator dynamic, fear play, hunting play, permanent bodily injury, slut shaming, objectification, psychological torment, erotic horror elements, loss of virginity, mature language, fingering, humiliation, degradation, forced orgasms, sadism, BDSM, groping, omegaverse dynamics, biting, physical assault and violence, choking / breath play

The forest is alive with the whispers of fear. Your breath comes in sharp, shallow bursts, each one slicing through the silence as you sprint through the thick underbrush. The fading light casts skeletal shadows across the forest floor, turning every twisted branch into a claw and every rustling leaf into the promise of something far worse. Your heartbeat is a wild drum, a desperate cadence that seems to echo the heavy footsteps closing in behind you.

“You can’t hide from me, little omega.” His voice rumbles like thunder through the twilight, a low, predatory growl that seems to wrap around you, suffocating and inescapable.

You don’t look back. You’ve learned by now that it’s a mistake to give him the satisfaction of seeing your terror. Instead, you focus on the path ahead—or what little you can see of it. The forest is dense here, the trees towering and gnarled, their roots eager to snare your stumbling feet. You’ve always prided yourself on your strength, your defiance, your ability to stand tall even when the world tried to bend you. But now, as the alpha’s guttural laugh reverberates through the trees, you feel the first cracks in your resolve.

“Oh, I’ll give you credit for trying,” he purrs, his amusement curling through the air like smoke. “But we both know how this ends, don’t we?”

You grit your teeth, pushing harder, your muscles screaming in protest. You’ve never been one to back down, not even when he first set his sights on you. The cat and the wolf, they’d said. A pairing as impossible as it was inevitable. And yet, here you are, the prey in a hunt you can’t seem to win.

He’s always known what you are beneath the mask. An omega masquerading as an alpha, a fragile shell of dominance that he’d seen through from the very beginning. It’s not your fault, really. Survival demanded the façade. But survival is a cruel master, and it’s brought you to him. The predator who doesn’t just want to unmask you but to rip you apart, piece by trembling piece, until there’s nothing left but the shattered remains of your pride.

The sound of snapping branches draws closer, and you know he’s toying with you now. Letting you think you have a chance, letting you run just far enough to taste freedom before he rips it away. The ground beneath you is uneven, littered with roots and fallen leaves that threaten to trip you with every step. The forest seems to close in, the trees looming, their twisted limbs reaching for you like greedy hands.

“Run,” he commands, his voice a cruel whisper that somehow slices through the cacophony of your pounding heart and ragged breath. “Run faster, little omega. Make it fun for me.”

Your lungs burn, your legs ache, but you don’t stop. You can’t. The thought of what awaits you if he catches you… no, when he catches you… is too much to bear. His scent lingers in the air, sharp and musky, an oppressive reminder that no matter how far you go, he’s always there. Watching. Waiting. Hunting.

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The chase is relentless, and despite your efforts, you feel his breath hot on your neck, his large hands almost grabbing hold of your tail. Panic flutters in your chest, and you know that if he catches you, there's no telling what he'll do. The trees blur together as you sprint, your sides burning with exertion.

You spot a small clearing up ahead, and you make a desperate dash for it, hoping for a moment's respite.

But as you leap into the open, you realize your mistake too late.

The clearing is a trap, surrounded by thorny bushes and a steep ravine, leaving you no escape.

He emerges from the shadows, his teeth bared in a vicious smile. "Looks like you're mine now, omega," he sneers, his eyes flashing with triumph. Your stomach turns to lead as you realize you're cornered, the predator closing in for the kill.

"No, please," you whimper, your voice cracking with fear as he prowls closer.

He stops a few feet away, his towering form casting a long shadow over you. "You know what you need," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You need a strong alpha to show you your place."

You grit your teeth, refusing to give in to his taunts, your eyes flashing with defiance.

But his scent is overwhelming, a potent mix of musk and power that sends a thrill through your body despite your fear.

"I'll never be your omega," you spit out, your voice stronger than you feel.

He laughs, a cold, cruel sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "We'll see about that."

As you remain defiant, your eyes never leaving his, the alpha wolf's smile only widens. He seems to enjoy the challenge, his eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement.

He takes a step closer, and you react instinctively, lashing out with your claws and teeth. You manage to scratch his muscular arm with your claws, drawing a thin line of crimson against his otherwise perfect skin.

He grunts in surprise, but instead of retreating, his eyes light up with a predatory thrill. "So you want to play hard to get, huh?" He says, his voice thick with amusement. "Fine, I can do that."

With a sudden burst of speed, he lunges at you, his powerful jaws snapping shut around your neck.

You yelp in pain and surprise as his teeth dig in, the pressure enough to make you dizzy but not enough to break the skin. He lifts you off the ground, your legs kicking wildly in the air. His grip tightens, and you feel the world start to spin around you.

"Struggle all you want, it'll only make it better," he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending waves of fear and disgust through your body. You thrash in his grip, trying to break free, but his strength is overwhelming.

His teeth clamp down harder, a clear warning of what's to come if you don't submit. You can feel your energy waning, the fear and pain making it difficult to keep fighting.

He drags you through the thorny bushes, tearing at your clothes and skin. The pain is intense, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing you scream. He tosses you onto the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of you.

Before you can recover, he's on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you down. His clawed hands rip away the remnants of your shirt, exposing your bruised and bleeding skin to the cool night air, as you thrash and squirm in response.

The alpha wolf's grin widens as you fight back with renewed vigor, his eyes gleaming with excitement at your resistance. He grabs your wrists in his massive hands, pinning them to the ground above your head with surprising gentleness.

"Oh, you're going to be so much fun to break," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to taste the blood that trickles from the scratches you've managed to inflict. His weight shifts, pressing his thick erection against your pelvis, and you can feel the heat radiating from it even through your torn pants.

With a quick, efficient movement, he rips your pants away, exposing your vulnerable, untouched sex to his hungry gaze. You try to buck him off, but his grip on your wrists is unyielding. "Don't worry, bitch," he purrs, "I'll make sure you enjoy this. Eventually."

His other hand moves down your body, his claws tracing the lines of your ribs and stomach with feather-light precision, sending shivers of fear and unwanted arousal through you.

Your hiss pierces the night air, a mix of anger and fear, as you furiously claw at the hybrid wolf's chest. Your nails dig into his flesh, leaving shallow trails of blood behind.

He snarls, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly, but instead of retaliating, he seems to be getting more and more turned on by your resistance. "Such a feisty little omega," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust. "But we both know who's in control here."

Ignoring your futile struggles, he lowers his head and runs his tongue along the column of your throat, savoring your taste. You try to turn away, but his jaw clamps down on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to make you whimper. He releases your neck, his eyes locking onto yours. "You're mine now," he growls, "And I'll have every part of you."

“I have a mate already!” You scream a panicked lie, remaining defiant.

He laughs, a dark, cruel sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "A mate?" He repeats, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly.

"You think that means anything to me? I'm going to fuck you until you forget his scent, until you're begging for me to knot you." With those words, he leans down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss. His tongue forces its way past your teeth, tasting the sweetness of your fear and the metallic tang of your blood.

You try to bite him, but he anticipates your move, his teeth clamping down on your lower lip, drawing more blood. He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "You're mine, omega," he whispers, his breath hot against your face.

With a sudden, brutal yank, he pulls you closer, his erection now pressing painfully against your stomach. His hand moves between your legs, his claws digging into your tender flesh as he rips away the last of your clothing.

You scream into the night, the sound piercing and desperate, but it's swallowed by the forest's indifferent embrace. The cold ground beneath you is unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against yours.

Your desperate fight against his overwhelming strength is met with a sadistic chuckle as the hybrid wolf seems to take pleasure in your futile struggles. He pins your arms above your head with one paw, his other hand moving to your breasts.

He squeezes them roughly, eliciting a gasp of pain that turns into a whine when his claws dig in slightly. "You're so delicate," he says, his voice a mix of mockery and lust. "So easily broken."

You manage to free one arm and deliver a weak punch to his jaw, but it barely phases him. He just laughs and captures your wrist again, his grip like iron. "That's the spirit," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But it's not going to save you." His clawed hand slides down your body, teasing over your stomach and finally coming to rest between your legs. You try to clench your thighs together, but his weight makes it impossible.

"Open up," he commands, his voice a low, guttural growl. "You know what I want."

As you refuse to give in to his demand, the alpha hybrid wolf's eyes flash with anger and arousal. He leans down, his teeth bared, and sinks them into your inner thigh, biting as hard as he can.

You scream out in pain, the sound piercing the quiet forest night. Your body arches off the ground, your legs instinctively trying to close, but his weight holds you down firmly. His bite is deep, and you can feel the warmth of your blood trickling down your thigh, mixing with the scent of your fear and his own lust.

He releases your wrists for a moment, only to grab your legs and force them apart with his powerful hands. You kick and struggle, but it's useless. His teeth dig in deeper, the pain unbearable, and your body responds despite your mind's protest.

The hybrid wolf's teeth tear into your sensitive flesh as he forcefully spreads your legs apart, the pain from his bite making your body tense.

He doesn't give you a chance to recover as he dives between your thighs, his hot, wet tongue sliding over your clit with a brutal lack of finesse.

You try to clench your muscles to avoid his assault, but the pain and fear make it impossible to maintain. He laps at you harshly, his tongue rough and uncaring as he tastes your resistance. You can feel the beginnings of an unwelcome arousal building within you, despite the agony of his bite marks in your thigh.

He smirks at your involuntary reaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he sees the beginnings of arousal shimmering in your gaze despite your pain. He knows he's getting to you, and it only makes him more determined to claim what he sees as his.

His tongue swirls around your clit, the roughness of his licks sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your body. You try to pull away, but his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, holding you in place as he continues to ravage your pussy.

As he fucks you with his tongue and teeth, your body betrays you. Your hips begin to buck against his mouth, your moans and screams growing louder despite your attempts to stifle them.

Your nails dig into the dirt, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure-pain overwhelms you. His teeth graze your clit, and you feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of unwanted ecstasy that you can't escape from.

He pulls away from your throbbing clit, panting heavily, his tongue and teeth coated with your juices. "You're so fucking delicious," he says, his voice thick with lust.

He grabs your face with one hand, his claws digging into your cheeks painfully as he forces your eyes to meet his. "Admit it, omega. You want this just as much as I do."

“N-No…!!!” You stutter out in defiance.

The hybrid wolf's grin turns feral at your continued defiance. He loves the taste of your fear and your unwilling arousal, and your refusal to submit only makes him hungrier.

He dives back between your legs, his teeth and tongue attacking your clit with renewed vigor. You try to turn your face away, biting your lip to keep from moaning, but the pressure is too much. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he licks and bites with a primal hunger.

"You can't hide it," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Your body betrays you."

With a vicious swipe of his tongue, he sends you spiraling over the edge, your body shuddering with an unwanted climax.

The pleasure is intense, as you moan unwittingly loudly, but the humiliation is even stronger.

Tears stream down your cheeks as he laps up your essence, his eyes never leaving yours. "Mmm," he hums, savoring the taste. "You're going to fucking scream for me soon enough."

As the hybrid wolf's tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit, you feel your body responding in ways you never wanted. Your pussy clenches around his tongue, and your hips buck involuntarily as you try to push him away.

But every move you make seems to only excite him more, his licks growing more demanding, his teeth grazing you in a way that's both painful and exhilarating.

Despite your mental resistance, your body is succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure, your walls tightening around his tongue as if begging for more.

You can't help but moan, the sound ripped from your throat as you feel another orgasm building. The alpha wolf's eyes gleam with victory as he sees the effect he's having on you, and he doubles down, his tongue fucking you with a ferocity that has you seeing stars.

You're so close, so close, and you hate yourself for it. "N-no," you murmur, your voice weak and trembling. "Please, stop."

He chuckles darkly, the vibration of his mirth sending more waves of pleasure through your body. "You don't mean that," he says, his breath hot against your swollen, sensitive folds.

"You're just saying that because you don't want to admit how much you crave it." With a final, brutal swipe of his tongue, you cum again jolting and moaning helplessly; before he pulls away abruptly, leaving you gasping and shaking with need.

The hybrid wolf can't help but growl in approval at your body's betrayal, his eyes locked on the glistening wetness of your pussy, now quivering and begging for his touch. He licks his lips, savoring the sweet, musky taste of your arousal.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Fucking squirting all over me like a good breeding bitch." His eyes darken with possession as he takes in your flushed cheeks and the desperate look in your eyes.

He knows you're close to breaking, and that's just how he loves it.

With a smug grin, he shifts his weight, releasing your legs from his vice-like grip. You try to scurry away, but he's too quick, grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you back towards him.

He flips you onto your stomach, your bruised and scratched body now exposed to the damp, cold earth. "You're going to take me now," he says, his voice a mix of command and promise. "And you're going to love it."

“N-No! Stop! Please!” You scream weakly, fighting back desperately and defiantly.

Your weak screams of protest fall on his deaf ears as the alpha wolf forced you onto your stomach, his strong arms easily overpowering your feeble attempts to escape. The cold, damp earth presses against your skin, making you feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

He straddles you, his heavy bodyweight a stark reminder of his dominance and your helplessness. The sound of him unbuckling his pants is a harsh, jolting reality check, and your heart races as you feel the hot, thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

Your squirming and desperate attempts to fight him off only seem to excite the hybrid wolf more. He uses his powerful thighs to spread your legs apart, his cock sliding against your wet, trembling pussy.

Despite your fear, your body is betraying you, lubricating his shaft with your unwilling arousal. His grip on your ankles tightens as he leans over you, his massive body casting a shadow over yours. You can feel his breath against your neck, hot and ragged, as he whispers, "You're going to take all of me, little omega. Every damn inch."

He pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching your tight entrance.

You scream, the pain searing through you like a knife, your nails digging into the soil as you try to find stabilization. "Fuck," he groans, his voice strained with effort. "You're so tight, so fucking tight."

He doesn't pause, continuing to thrust into you, each movement driving the air from your lungs and sending shockwaves of agony through your body. The hybrid wolf's cock stretches you open, the pain of your hymen tearing a white-hot brand across your consciousness. You feel your body clench around him, desperately trying to push him out, but he's unrelenting.

With a savage grin, he slams into you, burying his cock to the hilt with a roar of triumph. The force of his thrusts sends shockwaves of agony through you, and you can't help but sob into the dirt.

Your vision blurs, the world narrowing down to the searing pain between your legs.

"You're mine now," he growls, his teeth nipping at your neck. "You're going to be my good little omega, aren't you?" His grip on your ankles tightens, his nails digging in as he pulls back and slams into you again.

Each thrust feels like a declaration of ownership, a claim that you can't escape.

You can feel your insides stretching to accommodate his monstrous length, your body trying to adjust to the brutal intrusion. Your breath hitches as he hits a spot deep within you, sending a bolt of pleasure-pain that makes you cry out.

You try to push up onto your hands, but the pain is too much, and you collapse back onto the ground. His hips rock against yours, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the clearing.

The smell of your blood and arousal fills the air, a potent mix that seems to drive him even wilder. "You're going to love being my omega," he says, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to love the way I fuck you, the way I fill you up with my cum."

The alpha wolf's massive cock continues to pound into you without mercy, your body jolting with every brutal thrust. You can feel him stretching you to your limits, filling you completely and claiming you in the most primal of ways.

His hips slap against your bruised flesh, the sound echoing through the night like a twisted mating call.

He's not just fucking you; he's marking you, branding you as his property.

Your own desperate cries are muffled by the dirt as you try to scream through the pain, your voice hoarse from the effort.

"You're mine," he repeats, his voice a deep growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Fucking MINE." He bites down hard on the back of your neck, his teeth piercing the tender skin.

You can feel the warmth of your own blood mixing with the sticky sweat coating your body.

It's a claim, a promise of what's to come.

The pain is so intense that it's almost a relief when the initial agony of your lost virginity fades into a dull, persistent throb.

He's not gentle, not even a little.

His thrusts are deep and powerful, a relentless battering ram against your slick, abused walls. You're not sure if you're crying or if it's just the sweat and tears mixing on your face, but you know you can't keep fighting.

Your body feels like it's being torn apart, and every time he hits that spot deep inside you, you feel a strange mix of pain and something else… something that you hate admitting could be pleasure.

"P-Please," you manage to gasp out, your voice a broken whisper. "P-Please, it h-hurts."

He laughs darkly, his breath hot against your neck. "Good," he says, his hips moving faster. "It's supposed to fucking hurt. It's supposed to remind you of who's in charge."

His teeth graze your skin, and you can feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, preparing to claim you in the most primal way possible.

As you lay there, sobbing into the cold, unforgiving earth, the hybrid wolf's hips piston into you without mercy. His teeth are still latched onto the back of your neck, his knot swelling with every brutal thrust. You feel his dominance in every inch of your being, a stark, painful reminder that you are utterly at his mercy.

Your body shakes with the effort to withstand his relentless assault, each thrust driving his knot further into you, stretching you to the point of agony.

The alpha wolf's knot swells further, reaching its full size, and lodges itself inside you, effectively trapping him within your body.

You feel a new level of fullness, a pressure that makes you gasp and whine, your body trying to reject the unyielding intrusion.

His movements become more erratic, his growls deeper as he starts to lose control, his hips slamming into you without rhythm or care. "Take it," he snarls, his voice a feral rumble. "Take every fucking inch."

Your own voice is lost in a sob as you feel his knot expanding even further, the pain a white-hot brand across your consciousness.

Your body tenses around him, trying to force him out, but it's a futile effort.

His grip on your ankles tightens, his nails digging deeper into your flesh as he starts to fuck you harder, his knot moving within you, the sensation a mix of agony and something else. Something that makes your body respond despite your mind's screaming protests.

"You're mine," he says again, his voice a harsh growl. "My omega, my wife." His thrusts become erratic, his breaths coming in pants as he starts to lose control.

You can feel the warmth of his seed building, his cock pulsing within you. "You're going to take it," he says, his teeth pressing down on your neck. "You're going to take every drop of my cum, and you're going to love it."

You whimper, your body trembling under the onslaught of pain and unwanted pleasure. The knot inside you is unbearable, stretching you further than you ever thought possible. You can't move, can't do anything but endure as he takes his fill of you, your body his plaything.

His hips slam into your bruised ass, the force of his thrusts making you see stars. "Yes," he hisses, his grip on your ankles tightening. "You're going to milk me dry."

You feel his knot swell even more, the pressure unbearable, and you know what's coming. He's going to fill you with his cum, claiming you in the most primal, irrevocable way. You try to fight, to push him away, but your body is too weak, too used.

Your sobs become screams as he starts to cum, his hot seed flooding your insides, filling you up until you can't take it anymore. His teeth dig into your neck, holding you in place as he marks you, his orgasm a violent, possessive act that leaves you shaking.

The alpha wolf's hips slow, his cock still pulsing inside you. He pulls out slightly, only to push back in, his knot keeping him connected to you.

The feeling is agonizing, but you can't help the way your body responds, your pussy clenching around him, milking him dry. He groans with pleasure, his hips bucking against you as he empties himself into you. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice a dark, sated growl. "Good little omega."

As he cums, you feel something within you shift. The pain is still there, but it's overlaid with a strange, primal need.

Your body seems to crave his seed, your walls tightening around him as if trying to keep him inside you.

It's as if your body knows what he's done, that he's marked you as his, and it's trying to accept it, to submit to his dominance.

You hate yourself for it, but the feeling is undeniable.

He pulls out of you with a wet pop, his knot shrinking until it's no longer lodged inside you. You collapse onto the ground, your body trembling with exhaustion and the aftershocks of your forced climax.

The alpha wolf stands over you, his cock still hard and gleaming with your blood and combined juices. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at the mess you've made," he says, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You're going to clean me up, aren't you?"

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But, then the alpha wolf's eyes narrow as he watches you pathetically try to crawl away, your body trembling from the intense pain and pleasure of his rough claiming.

His patience wears thin at your continuous refusal to submit, his lip curling in a snarl.

He strides towards you, his massive form casting a shadow that makes you feel even smaller and more vulnerable.

You try to scuttle away faster, your legs shaking with the effort, but your weakened state only makes your escape attempts more pitiful.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snarls, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

He grabs you by the scruff of your neck, his grip firm yet gentle in comparison to his earlier brutality. "You're mine now, little omega. There's no running from that."

His eyes are filled with a mix of anger and hurt, his pupils dilated with desire. He shakes his head, the disappointment in his gaze almost as painful as his earlier bites. "I didn't expect you to be this stubborn," he murmurs, almost to himself.

You whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing. Your body aches from his rough handling, but a part of you can't deny the strange, dark thrill that runs through you at his words.

"Please," you croak out, your voice hoarse from your earlier screams. "Let me go."

He tilts his head to the side, studying you with a predatory gaze. "Why should I?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm.

"You're mine now. You've felt what I can do to you. Why would you want to leave?" He runs a claw lightly down your spine, the threat implicit in the gesture. You shiver, your body responding despite your fear.

"I don't…I don't want this," you whisper, your voice trembling. "Please, let me go."

The alpha hybrid wolf's grip on your neck tightens for a brief moment before releasing you entirely. He steps back, watching you with a cold, calculating gaze. "You think you can just walk away?" he sneers.

"You're mine now. You're going to bear my pups, and you're going to do it willingly." His eyes flash with a dangerous intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "If you keep fighting me, I'll just have to get more creative with your punishments."

You manage to push yourself onto your hands and knees, your body still shaking from the overwhelming pain and humiliation.

You spit dirt out of your mouth and look up at him, your true inner will finally bursting out in frustration, your eyes full of defiance despite the tears that stain your cheeks. "I'll never be yours, you damn bastard rapist," you hiss through gritted teeth. "Never."

The hybrid wolf's expression darkens, his eyes narrowing to slits. "We'll see about that," he says, his voice low and dangerous.

He takes a step closer, and you can't help but flinch, your body instinctively remembering the pain he's capable of inflicting. "You're going to learn your place, little omega. And when you do, you'll beg for my cock."

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As you manage to stumble to your feet, the alpha wolf watches you with a predatory gaze, his eyes tracking your every movement. He seems to revel in the power he holds over you, his chest heaving with each breath as if your fear and pain are a sweet scent that fuels his arousal.

With a wicked smile, he steps aside, allowing you to run, his tail flicking in anticipation of the chase.

The alpha wolf's smile widens into a full-blown grin as he watches you limp away, your bruised and bloodied body a testament to his dominance. "Run, little omega," he says, his voice a dark promise. "But remember, I'll be waiting for you. And when I catch you again, I'll fuck you until you can't ever fucking walk again."

You stumble through the underbrush, the pain of his knotting still resonating through your body.

You're not sure how much more of this you can take, but you know you can't just give up. You have to find a way out of this nightmare, a way to escape him and his twisted games.

The forest blurs around you, the pain and fear clouding your vision. You don't know where you're going, only that you have to get away.

The hybrid wolf watches you go, his smile never leaving his face. He knows you won't get far, not in your current state. He's toyed with you enough to know your limits, to know how much you can handle before you break.

But he also knows that the chase is part of the thrill, the anticipation of the hunt making the eventual capture all the more satisfying.

He lets you run, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glee as he watches the desperation in your movements.

You stumble through the underbrush, your legs wobbly from the rough treatment he's just given you. You're not a fast runner, not with the pain radiating from your torn hymen and the heavy weight of his cum filling you.

But you force yourself to go on, driven by a primal need to escape the monster that's claimed you.

Twigs snap beneath your feet, leaves crunching as you push yourself harder, ignoring the sting of your bruised flesh against the rough ground.

Behind you, the alpha wolf laughs, the sound echoing through the trees like a dark promise.

You know he's not really letting you go; he's just enjoying the thrill of the chase.

His powerful form moves with an eerie grace, his eyes locked on yours, a twisted smile playing across his face. The thought of what he'll do to you when he catches you sends a fresh wave of terror through your body, and you push yourself to go faster.

You stumble through the forest, the pain in your legs growing with each step. Your heart races in your chest, the fear of his pursuit driving you forward even as your body screams for rest.

The moon casts a silver glow through the canopy, lighting your path but also making you feel more exposed.

You can hear the rustle of leaves as he stalks you, his movements deliberate and calculated.

He's enjoying this, you realize with a sickening feeling in your stomach.

He's enjoying making you run.

The alpha hybrid wolf's laughter echoes through the trees, a taunting, predatory sound that sends a chill down your spine. "You can't escape me, little omega," he calls out, his voice deep and resonant. "Wherever you go, I'll find you."

The words are a promise, one that fills you with dread. You know he's not lying; he's a creature of the hunt, and you're his prey.

You push yourself harder, your lungs burning and your legs aching. Your senses are heightened, every sound in the forest a potential threat.

You can feel his presence behind you, a looming shadow that seems to grow closer with each passing second. "Faster," he says, his voice a whisper in the wind. "Or I'll just have to drag you back, kicking and screaming."

You whip around, your eyes wild with fear. The hybrid wolf is closer than you thought, his teeth bared in a feral smile.

You can see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim and possess you. "You can't do this," you choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I won't be your omega, I won't let you do this to me."

"You don't have a choice," he says, his voice cold and final. He stalks closer, his eyes gleaming with a dark light that makes your heart race. "You're mine now, and I'll fuck you whenever I want. And you’ll just have to damn well take it, you stubborn bitch.”

His words are a promise, one that sends a shiver of dread through your body.

You stumble back, trying to put more distance between you, but your legs are wobbly, your body still reeling from his earlier assault.

He doesn't give you the chance to run again.

With a snarl, he lunges, his powerful body moving with the grace of a predator.

You scream, your voice raw from your earlier cries, and try to dart away, but he's too fast. His massive hands land on your shoulders, pushing you to the ground. "Struggle all you want," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "It'll just make it better."

You squirm beneath him, your body slick with sweat and tears. His weight is a crushing presence, a reminder of the brutal reality of your situation. "Please," you whimper, your voice shaking. "P-Please stop, no more, p-please."

The alpha hybrid wolf chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "What's the matter, little omega?" he asks, his voice mocking.

"Can't handle your new life?" His claws dig into your shoulders, his grip unyielding. "You should have thought of that before you decided to play hard to get."

You try to buck him off, to kick and claw, but your body feels like it's made of lead, and his weight is too much for you to bear.

You feel his cock, still hard and slick with your blood and cum, pressing against your thigh, a constant reminder of his dominance. "Get off me," you snarl weakly, trying to push him away. "I'm not your plaything."

He laughs, the sound a low, dark rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, but you are," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "And I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

His teeth graze the shell of your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your fear. "You're going to beg for it, you know," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to beg for me to fill you up and make you scream my name."

You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the unwelcome spark of arousal his words stir in you. "Never," you spit out, your voice laced with defiance.

The alpha wolf's eyes flash with anger, his grip tightening on your shoulders. "We'll see about that," he growls, his teeth grazing your neck as he pins you down.

You can feel his cock, still rock-hard and slick with your blood and cum, pressing insistently against your thigh. His knot starts to swell again, a sign that he's not yet done with you.

"No," you whimper, your voice shaking with fear and exhaustion. "I won't let you."

His teeth find your neck again, and you feel the sharp pain as he bites down, claiming you once more with a possessive growl. Your body tenses, your weak struggles doing nothing to deter him as he lines his thick, swollen cock up with your sore, bloodied entrance.

You can feel the beginnings of his knot swelling at the base, the promise of another agonizing mating session that you know you won't be able to resist.

Your weakened attempts to fight back only seem to excite the alpha hybrid wolf more, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and lust. His teeth sink deeper into your neck, holding you in place as he starts to push his cock inside you again.

You feel the pressure building as his knot swells, the pain of his previous claim still fresh in your mind. You try to buck your hips, to twist away from him, but his weight and strength are too much.

The hybrid wolf's response to your increased struggle is to kiss you hard and without mercy, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he takes your mouth in a punishing, possessive kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting your fear and the coppery tang of your blood, a flavor that only seems to inflame his desire further.

His kiss is a claim of ownership, a declaration that you belong to him and no other.

You feel his cock, still slick with the evidence of his previous claim, push against your entrance, the swollen knot at its base a constant, painful reminder of the fate that awaits you.

You try to bite his tongue, to push him away with every ounce of strength you have left, but it's like trying to fight a hurricane with a single leaf. He's unyielding, his mouth moving over yours in a violent dance that leaves you breathless and dizzy.

His grip on your shoulders tightens, his hands digging into your flesh as he uses his superior strength to hold you in place.

You feel the tip of his cock breach you once again, the pain sharp and immediate, making you cry out against his mouth.

The alpha wolf's kiss is brutal, his teeth scraping against your lips as he takes what he wants without regard for your protests. His tongue fills your mouth, tasting the desperation and the faint sweetness of your fear.

His cock slams into you, the swollen knot at the base stretching you wider than you ever thought possible, making you scream into his mouth. Your body fights against his intrusion, your muscles clenching around his thick length as you try to push him out, but his strength is overwhelming.

He pulls away, panting heavily, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're going to learn to love it," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're going to crave the feel of me inside you, marking you, claiming you."

He pushes into you again, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that makes you cry out with every thrust. You can feel his knot swelling, the pressure unbearable as he forces his way deeper and deeper.

You thrash beneath him, your nails digging into the dirt as you try to find anything to help you, to push him away. But his weight is too much, his strength too overwhelming. "Stop," you gasp, your voice breaking on the word. "Please, stop!"

He chuckles darkly, his breath hot on your face. "You're so pathetic," he sneers, his thrusts becoming more punishing. "Begging for it already."

The alpha wolf's cruel chuckle fills the air as he drives into you, his knot stretching you to the limits of endurance.

Despite the pain, your body starts to betray you again, responding to his rough treatment with unwanted arousal.

Each punishing thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your abused body, and you feel your walls clench around him, trying in vain to push him out.

He seems to sense your struggle, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he leans in closer, his teeth nipping at your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Take it, you stubborn bitch. Take all of me." His hips move faster, his cock pistoning in and out of you with a brutal efficiency that leaves you gasping.

You can't help but whimper, your body trembling with the effort of resisting the building pleasure. "You're going to cum for me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to scream my name as I fill you up."

You want to fight it, you want to keep your dignity intact, but your body has a mind of its own. The hybrid wolf's relentless assault sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "No," you moan, the word torn from your lips despite your best efforts. "I won't…I won't…ahh…"

He chuckles again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Yes, you will," he says, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You can't help it, can you? Your body knows what it needs." His hands move to your hips, his claws digging in as he pulls you into his thrusts, each one more powerful than the last.

You whine, trying to deny the building climax, but your body has its own agenda. Your hips buck up to meet him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your bruised core.

He's right; you can't fight it, not when he's so deep inside you, not when his knot is swelling and demanding your submission. You feel the first spasm of your orgasm, your muscles clenching around his cock, and he grunts in satisfaction.

"There it is," he murmurs, his voice a dark purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Give in to it, little omega. Let me feel you cum around me." His thrusts grow more erratic, his knot swelling to a terrifying size.

You can't hold back the scream that rips from your throat as your climax hits you like a storm, your body writhing beneath him. He takes advantage of your weakened state, slamming into you harder, the knot stretching you further than you thought possible.

The pleasure is unbearable, your body a live wire of sensation as he takes you over the edge.

But amidst the waves of ecstasy, you feel a sharp, searing pain as your leg gives way beneath his weight.

You scream in agony, the sound muffled by his mouth as he kisses you roughly, swallowing your cries.

"Mine," he snarls, his teeth digging into your neck. You feel his cock pulse inside you, filling you with his seed, claiming you once again.

Your body convulses around him, the pain in your lower body mixing with the agony of his brutal mating.

"You…you monster," you whimper, tears streaming down your face as your body continues to spasm around his knot.

The pain in your leg is like nothing you've ever felt before, a white-hot agony that sends shockwaves through your body.

You try to kick him off, to fight back with every ounce of strength you have left, but the pain is too much. You're trapped beneath him, his knot swollen and lodged deep inside you, his seed filling you up and marking you as his property.

After riding out your orgasm, the alpha wolf pulls out of you with a smug smile, his cock still hard and gleaming with your blood and cum.

He looks down at your broken leg, the bone jutting out at an unnatural angle, and his eyes flash with a twisted kind of satisfaction. "Looks like you'll be staying put," he says, his voice a dark purr. "It's for the best, really. Less running around for you to do."

You whimper, the pain making it hard to focus, to think. "W-Why are you doing this?" you ask, your voice shaking. "What do you want from me?"

The alpha hybrid wolf's smile widens, his eyes cold. "Everything," he says, his voice a dark whisper. "I want everything you have to give, and then some."

He runs a hand down your side, his claws lightly scoring your flesh. You flinch, but he doesn't stop, his touch a sadistic caress that makes your skin crawl. "I want you to submit, to beg for my cock, to crave my touch."

His voice is low, hypnotic, and for a moment, you almost believe you could want that.

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The alpha wolf's cold, sadistic gaze locks onto your trembling form as he pulls out a set of long piano strings, the metal glinting menacingly in the moonlight.

You watch in horror as he wraps them around your uninjured leg, his eyes never leaving yours. The strings bite into your skin, the tension palpable as he tightens them, his teeth bared in a feral smile.

You try to kick him away, but the pain in your broken leg sends shockwaves through your body, leaving you incapacitated.

The alpha wolf's eyes gleam with excitement as he tightens the piano strings around your leg, the metal biting into your flesh with a cruel precision.

You scream in agony, the pain from your broken leg now eclipsed by the new torment.

He's not destroying it yet, but the threat is clear in his sadistic smile. He enjoys watching you squirm, your fear and pain only serving to fuel his lust.

"Please," you beg, your voice breaking. "Please, don't do this."

The alpha wolf's smile only widens as he tightens the strings further, watching as the color drains from your face. "Why do you keep fighting?" he asks, his tone mocking. "You're only making it worse for yourself."

Through gritted teeth, you manage to spit out through the tears, "Because I'm not your omega." Despite the pain, a small part of your spirit remains unbroken, the fire in your eyes a silent challenge.

The hybrid wolf's chuckle sends a cold shiver down your spine as he tightens the piano strings around your uninjured leg.

The pain is unbearable, your body writhing in agony as the metal digs into your flesh. You feel the warm trickle of blood start to run down your leg, the reality of his plan sinking in with a sickening thud. The strings are cutting through your skin, the tension building until you can feel the bone of your femur grinding against them.

Each twist of his hands sends a fresh wave of pain through you, and you can't help but cry out, your voice hoarse from your previous screams.

The alpha wolf leans in closer, his teeth bared in a sadistic grin as he whispers, "Let's see how much of a fighter you really are, my little omega."

With a sickening twist of his paws, the piano strings tighten, biting deeper into your flesh.

The pain is unimaginable, the strings cutting through your skin and muscles, the bone of your leg feeling as if it's about to snap.

You scream, the sound raw and animalistic, as you feel the strings slice through the last of your resistance.

"Good," he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. "Scream for me, show me how much you hate it. Show me how much you're going to fight me every step of the way."

The alpha hybrid wolf's chuckles echo through the forest, sending a cold shiver down your spine. "I knew you'd be a fighter," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But that's what makes it all the more satisfying when you finally break."

He leans in closer, his hot breath against your face as he whispers, "And you will break, little omega. You'll beg me to keep you, to never leave you."

With a final twist of the piano strings, you feel the bone in your leg give way with a sickening crunch.

The pain is so intense, you're sure you're going to pass out, but somehow, you remain conscious, your eyes locked on his.

The alpha wolf's twisted smile widens as he watches the pain etched into your face, the strings tightening until the bone in your leg snaps with an audible crack.

You scream in agony, your body arching off the ground as much as his hold on you allows.

The pain is so intense, it feels as though your entire world has been reduced to the burning, searing heat of the strings digging into your flesh. He releases the tension slightly, watching as the blood starts to pool around the wound, the muscles in your leg quivering with the effort to stay attached to the bone.

"See?" he says, his voice a dark purr. "No more running for you. Now you're just where I want you, exactly how I want you."

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning over your face, his teeth grazing your cheek. "But don't worry," he whispers, "I'll make sure you're taken care of. After all, you're my prize."

His hands move to stroke your side, his claws lightly grazing your skin. The gentleness of his touch is a stark contrast to the cruelty of his words, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

The alpha wolf's hands move with a cruel precision, tightening the piano strings once more. You feel the unbearable pressure build, the strings digging into your flesh like serrated knives. Your screams fill the forest, a desperate, primal sound that seems to echo off the very trees themselves.

You're not just begging now; you're pleading with everything you have, your voice hoarse from the screams that have torn from your throat. "P-Please," you sob, "please don't do this. I'll do anything, I'll be whatever you want me to be."

The hybrid wolf's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "There it is," he says, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "The sweet sound of submission."

He doesn't loosen the strings immediately, though; instead, he lets you squirm and beg for a few more moments, savoring the power he holds over you.

"Beg for it," he says, his voice a low growl. "Beg me not to take your other leg. Show me you're truly mine."

Trembling, you force the words out through your tears. "Please, I'm sorry, I'll submit, I'll be your omega, I won't fight you anymore, just don't take my leg, I'll do anything…" The words tumble out of you in a rush, each one a painful admission of defeat.

The alpha wolf's eyes narrow, considering your plea. He releases the strings slightly, the pressure on your leg easing just enough for you to draw in a shaky breath. "Anything?" he asks, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver down your spine.

You nod frantically, tears streaming down your face. "Anything," you repeat, your voice a broken whisper. "Just don't do this."

He tightens the strings once more, the pressure building until you can feel the bone in your leg starting to give way. You scream, your body jerking in a desperate attempt to escape the inevitable.

He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't worry," he says, his voice soothing despite the horror of the situation. "I'll take good care of you. You'll be my little pet, my personal fucktoy to use whenever I please."

He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "And maybe, just maybe, if you're a very good girl, I'll let you keep that pretty little pussy of yours."

You whimper, the pain in your leg unbearable as you feel the strings begin to saw through the last of your resistance. Your mind is a whirlwind of fear and desperation, and you know that you've lost. "Please," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I-I'll be good, I'll do anything!"

The alpha hybrid wolf leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he considers your words. "Prove it," he says, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. He loosens his grip on the strings slightly, the pressure on your leg easing just enough to let you breathe. "Tell me you're mine," he demands.

You swallow hard, the words sticking in your throat like bile. But the pain is too great, and the fear of losing your leg too intense. "I'm yours," you whisper, the words a painful concession. "I'll do whatever you want."

The alpha hybrid wolf's eyes flicker with something that might almost be respect, but it's quickly overshadowed by his dominance. "That's better," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. He loosens the strings a bit more, the pressure on your leg lessening slightly. "Now," he says, "tell me you want me to fuck you."

You can't believe the words are coming out of your mouth, but the alternative is too terrifying to consider. "I…I want you," you force out, your voice shaking. "I want you to fuck me."

The alpha hybrid wolf's smile broadens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's what I like to hear," he murmurs, his hands moving to gently stroke the side of your face, the claws retracted.

His touch is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the brutality that came before. He releases the strings completely, and you feel the weight of his decision as the pain in your leg recedes to a dull throb.

The alpha wolf's kiss is like a brand, searing into your very soul and leaving no doubt of your newfound status.

His tongue invades your mouth, tasting your fear and desperation, and yet there's something darkly thrilling about the way he claims you, something that makes your heart race despite the pain and horror.

You can feel his cock, still hard and slick with your blood, pressing against you, demanding entry.

Your body reacts traitorously, your arousal spiking even as you bleed out, the pain and fear mixing in a toxic cocktail that somehow only makes the situation more intense.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with lust and power as he looks down at you. "You're mine now," he says, his voice a low growl. "Say it."

You whimper, the pain from your broken legs making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Y-yes," you choke out. "I'm yours."

You scream as he starts to thrust into you again, biting your shoulder without mercy, his knot swelling and forcing your shattered body to accommodate his brutal claim. Each movement sends bolts of agony through your legs, but you're too far gone to do anything but take it, your mind a haze of pain and submission.

He fucks you like an animal, his hips slamming into yours with a sickening wet sound that echoes through the forest. You can feel your body trying to fight back, but it's no match for his strength and dominance. The taste of blood is thick in the air, a testament to the brutality of his mating. His teeth dig deeper into your flesh, and you know that the marks he's leaving will never fully heal.

Your cries of pain are muffled by his mouth, his tongue invading yours in a twisted parody of affection as he continues to pound into you. Each thrust sends waves of agony through your body, your legs useless and forgotten beneath you. You can't even feel the pain anymore, it's just a part of you, a constant reminder of your new reality.

As you lay there, the hybrid wolf's teeth still embedded in your shoulder, the pain from your legs is a constant throb, but it's almost as if your body is trying to adapt to the new reality it's been thrust into.

Each thrust of his cock feels like a hot iron poker being pushed into your core, the pain and pleasure mixing until you can't tell the difference anymore. Your body betrays you, your walls clenching around him, trying to keep him inside you despite the horror of what's happening.

He releases your shoulder with a wet pop, the blood from the wound mixing with the fluids already coating your skin. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice a gruff growl. "So fucking tight, even with all the damage I've done to you." His eyes bore into yours, a challenge and a question in their depths. "Do you like it when I hurt you?"

The question hangs in the air, a silent demand for your truth. Your body is a wreck, your mind a tornado of agony and submission, but somehow, you find the strength to nod. The words come out as a whimper, barely audible. "Yes," you admit, your voice trembling. "I do."

The alpha wolf's hand snaps back, the slap echoing through the clearing like a gunshot.

Your cheek burns with the force of his blow, the impact sending your head spinning and your vision blurring with tears. The sting of his hand is a stark contrast to the burning agony in your legs, a reminder that your submission isn't enough to satisfy his twisted desires.

"Don't lie to me," he snarls, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "I can smell it on you, the scent of fear and pain. Tell me the truth."

You whimper, trying to gather your thoughts through the fog of pain and submission. "I…I do," you repeat, your voice shaking. "It's what you want, isn't it?"

The alpha wolf's eyes narrow, his grip on you tightening. "What I want," he says slowly, "is for you to be honest. To admit that you love the way I make you feel, that you crave the pain and the fear. That you need me to own you completely."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But I know you're a damn liar, my sweet omega. I can see it in your eyes. You're fighting me even now."

The hybrid wolf's grip on the piano strings tightens, his hands moving with a sickening precision that sends a fresh wave of terror through you.

You can feel the strings cutting deeper into your leg, the pain so intense it steals your breath away.

With a final, brutal twist, the strings snap tight, and you feel a white-hot agony as your left leg is severed completely. The blood spurts in a crimson arc, painting the leaves and soil a gruesome shade of red.

You scream in wailing agony, the sound echoing through the forest, a haunting melody of pain and despair.

Your vision swims, the world turning to a kaleidoscope of colors as the pain overwhelms your senses. The ground beneath you feels cold and foreign as your body tries to comprehend the sudden loss of a limb.

The alpha wolf pulls away, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he watches you writhe in pain. "Look at what you've made me do," he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. "You've only got yourself to blame for this." His hands come up to wipe the blood from your face, his touch almost gentle, a stark contrast to the horror he's just inflicted upon you.

The alpha wolf's thrusts become even more brutal as he watches the pain and despair play out on your face.

You can feel your body giving in, your consciousness fading as the agony of your amputated leg combines with the overwhelming pressure of his knot inside you.

Each time he pulls out, it's like he's ripping out your soul along with his cock, only to shove it back in with a viciousness that sends shockwaves of agony through your body.

The smell of blood and sex is thick in the air, a heady perfume that seems to drive him to even greater heights of depravity.

Your cries become weaker and weaker, until finally, the world goes dark.

You're not sure if it's the pain or the blood loss, but everything around you fades away, leaving only the pounding of his hips against your mutilated body.

And yet, even as you slip into unconsciousness, you can feel his knot swelling, his seed filling you up. It's a final, vicious reminder of your new role in his life—his pet, his toy, his breeding omega.

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The alpha wolf chuckles darkly as you lose consciousness beneath him, your body limp and broken. He leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to your bloodstained lips, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim one last victory.

His love is a twisted, possessive thing, a perversion of the bond that should have been gentle and consensual.

But as he whispers the words into your unhearing ear, his hips never stop moving, his cock never leaving your torn, abused hole.

Each thrust is a declaration of his dominance, a promise that you will never escape his grasp.

You're vaguely aware of his words, a faint murmur against your skin. "Mine," he repeats, his voice a low growl of triumph. "You're mine now, my beautiful omega. You can't run from me anymore."

His hands roam over your body, his claws tracing delicate patterns in your skin that make you shiver in your unconscious state despite the agony. "I'll take care of you," he says, his voice soothing despite the horror of his actions. "I'll make sure you never want for anything—except for my cock, filling you up, making you scream."

The alpha wolf's hips continue to piston into your unresponsive body, his knot still swollen and embedded deep within you. The warmth of your blood coats your thighs and your skin, painting a gruesome picture of his brutal claim.

Despite your unconsciousness, your body continues to react to him, your walls spasming around his cock, a reflexive response to the pain and the presence of his seed. His movements are relentless, a testament to his desire to fully dominate and claim you.

Each thrust sends waves of pain through your body, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in this twisted mating dance.

With a final, triumphant snarl, the alpha hybrid wolf releases his knot, filling you with his cum one last time before withdrawing completely. He stands over you, his cock glistening with your blood and his own seed.

He looks down at your amputated leg with a twisted sense of satisfaction, the crimson stump a testament to his dominance. "We'll see if you're worthy of having this back," he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "But for now, you're exactly where you need to be—under me, bleeding for me."

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