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revehae · 11 months ago

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tw // noncon. yes its rape dont ask me no stupid fucking questions

yesterday (over a month ago technically) i couldn’t stop thinking about apologetic rapist haechan like ugghhhhhhhhhh

walk with me. this is a man you trust to have in your home, spending time watching movies and playing video games together in between your stressful lives… you’ve confided in each other about all of your problems, big or small, and chat about everything under the sun. you give him advice that he doesn’t listen to, then has the audacity to complain afterwards. he’s got a spare key to your place and you’ve got one to his, and all your boyfriends over the years feel like they have to compete with him, but the thought is ridiculous to you. compete with haechan romantically? it’s laughable. sure the guy has seen you half naked, but it’s not like that, you’re comfortable, you’ve never seen him ogle you or heard him make some unsolicited comment about your body that even strangers have made… why would anyone have to compete with haechan? he’s your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re not sure how you could’ve been so wrong. the way you see it, the haechan you thought you knew wouldn’t take advantage of how comfortable you feel around him, the fact that you let him share a bed with you every now and then. it’s not necessarily strange for his hands to wander around you, he’s clingy and unconsciously does it in his sleep, but it is strange for them to be so firm at your hips, nails digging into your skin, sounds that aren’t soft snores falling from his whiny lips.

confusion dwindles. betrayal stings your eyes. haechan sees it, too. he lifts his head up, tosses the hair out his face, and meets your eyes. there’s no arrogant shimmer to his eyes or smug smile to his face; the opposite. there’s shame and guilt and sadness, you want to think, and he beats you to a word, uttering, “i’m sorry…”

but he’s not sorry enough to stop. not even when you struggle against him, trying to wrestle your way out of his arms. you and haechan would play fight all the time, but you never realized just how strong he really was until you try to wrestle out of his arms and he pins your arms in place, whispering, “please. i don’t want to hurt you.”

but he would if he felt he had to. you’re in disbelief, the ugliest feeling festering inside your chest as it tightens so hard you can hardly breathe. when you beg him to stop, he says, “i can’t.” because you feel so much better than he’s ever imagined, and he’s imagined it a lot, and he just “can’t resist” himself. his eyes are misty, out of pleasure or out of shame, but either way, he needs to do this. he has to.

he can’t look you in your eyes. he can’t look at your face at all, really. he knows what he’ll see, the tears pouring from your eyes that gleam with a fierce blend of betrayal and despair and ire and disbelief. haechan doesn’t want to see you that way. having to hear your sniffles, knowing it’s all his fault, is bad enough. but in spite of the pangs of guilt that really do tear at his chest, he’s still in the middle of you, holding you in place, using your body for his own relief. so he just keeps his clasp on your hips, squeezing his eyes closed, and mutters, “i’m sorry…,” over and over and over again, hoping it’s enough. hoping that you’ll bring yourself to forgive him.

it’s not like it’s long before it’s over. haechan’s not proud of it but you’re all he’s been able to think about and it’s not like he’s ever hit a pussy raw before, if ever. you feel so filthy when he pulls out of you - his cum gushing out of your hole - and so broken. haechan says he’ll help you clean, but you’re rushing over to the bathroom and locking yourself inside before he has a chance to do anything. he hurriedly pulls on his pants and spends a long ten minutes knocking on the door, trying to get you to open it even after you scream at him to leave you alone, but he can hear the shower running from the other side. and he decides to leave you alone for now.

haechan tries to make it up to you, he really does. he doesn’t want you to hate him. you have to understand. your body was calling to him, enticing him, and he tried so hard but he couldn’t control it anymore. he’s gone when you return from a really, really long shower that you took in hopes of feeling less dirty, but to no avail. every bit of relief you feel at his absence, which isn’t much considering that pieces of him linger everywhere - on your sheets and in your aching bones and everywhere in between - fades when you hear the front door click open and he returns with your favorite takeout in hand. it’s his way of showing you that he’s still your best friend, that he still knows and loves you, that he’s sorry.

you’re not hungry. you have no appetite after that. haechan tries to get you to eat, but the second he comes near you, you flinch away from him. you never thought the day would come, but you are scared of him. he’s not the haechan you thought he was, no matter how hard he tries to convince you that he still is. you beg him to go, to leave you alone, but he doesn’t listen. he never does.

#tw: noncon #lee haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #haechan smut #nct smut #nct dream hard hours

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fickstueck-fs14 · 2 months ago

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The Emasculation

Ringed / Emasculated / Deseeded

My Owners set me an appointment with a "doctor". they tell me i’m to come shaved, and prepare to be examined naked in a chair. this is to take measurements and note down observations to see how it will affect my body and make sure everything is going well.

NO! i am not going to deliver myself to a so called "doctor" and a treatment i do not know anything about. This goes too far. No. i am not going to submit to this.

They remind me of the video tape they have of the rape play we had few weeks ago in a hotel room. If they would accuse me of rape, would anybody believe me that this was a consensual game we played? They could destroy my life by making this video public or giving it to the authorities. They had me in their hands and i was at their mercy unconditionally and helplessly unless I did not want to be publicly exposed as a rapist.

"You have fallen, ALPHA, and we won’t let you get up again. The sooner you accept what happened to you the easier it will be to bear for you. But it is up to you to end it. We’ve heard the inmates in the prisons like rapists."

So i made my appointment with the so called “doctor” at the prescribed time.

After doing all the paperwork like declaration of consent (haha) etc., and changing into the provided gown, what meant i was stripped naked and collared with the collar my Owners usually mark me with, i am brought to a gyno chair, where i am sat down or more laid down than sat, and the chair reclined. I can see my Owners sit on chairs opposite of me, about two metres apart from me, watching me but not saying a single word to me. My arms are stretched above my head and securely cuffed to remain like this. my legs are tied into the stirrups of the chair, and then my legs are spread wide apart.

I lie there naked in front of my Owners on this chair as we are waiting a long time for the "doctor" to appear. i feel helpless, vulnerable, weak and in a strange way filthy.

the doctor is understanding and patient, assuring me that it is normal to feel vulnerable, but after what i had done, this procedure was necessary to keep me from doing something like this again. (What does he mean? i did not do anything. Have they shown him the tape?) Then explaining each step as his assistants move me into position.

they take a bunch of measurements; my length, my circumference, diameter… a few other more intimate areas. my foreskin is gently moved and brushed as they work. they tell me that they next need to note down how my body responds to certain stimuli, as this should change with the ring. "What ring" I wonder. i am feeling flustered, having never been seen or touched this way before, let alone so intimately. i ask if it will hurt, and the doctor assures me all discomfort will be avoided as far as possible.

the next hour is spent teasing my shaft (as my Owners told me i am not allowed to call it cock anymore. i must refer to it as "shaft") with gloved hands, making me hard and needy, exploring my body. they use at first just their hands to edge me, using my own surprised wetness and medical lube, stroking my shaft, circling it, one and then two fingers in my hole. the doctor stops now and then to take down a note or maybe speaks it out loud to an assistant.

eventually they stop touching me, of course without making me cum. i’m sweaty, shaky, and needy like i’ve never known, and shocked still at the turn of events. i ask the doctor why he didn’t finish me, that i feel crazy. they assure me that’s normal, and this is part of the "therapy".

I feel something cold enclosing the root of my shaft including my testicles. I sense it is a metal ring. Then i hear a click and the ring comes a bit tighter. Again and again i hear the clicks and feel the ring tightening around my shaft and testicles with every click i hear. Now it is uncomfortably tight, and my shaft is extreme hard and pulsing.

"The ring around his shaft is really tight. Does it hurt him when he gets hard?" I heard my Owner ask.

"Yes, an erection becomes painful by the time. Unpleasant but at the same time all the more arousing because that pain reminds him of what he misses and what he can no longer get. That’s why we call the device ’Torture the Sinner’. And look: his hard shaft shows that he still has selfish desires. He needs continued and consistent education and humiliation." said the "doctor". He stepped toward me and took my shaft in his hand, encircling it with his hand. I felt the pulse beating in my shaft, it was getting harder and harder. The ring hurt but that only excited me more. i began to move my hips. It was a desperate attempt to fuck the doctor’s fist. After a few thrusts, he opened his hand. My shaft twitched, but it was impossible for me to come to an orgasm. The result of the ring i was no modified with.

"You are so greedy." said my Owner. "Like a mangy bitch."

"A permanent steel cock ring," the doctor started to explain "enclosing the root of his shaft and his testicles and very tight so that it cannot be removed without being cut open or by using special tools. The tightness can be adjusted with this special screwdriver. The variance of the ring is ten clicks or ten millimeters. Even when it is at the most loosely setting, no body fluid can drool out of the shaft when it is erect. The shaft then is so pumped up that even the foreskin cannot be pulled back. The glans will be constantly locked when he is erect. This way he is permanently prevented from masturbating or having orgasms by stroking or fucking. He is not able to shoot his load, sorry, ejaculate, anymore and to have the feeling of an orgasm but he still can be used as a human dildo without achieving any pleasure as the ring keeps up his erection very long. Let me demonstrate the effects of the ring to you:"

A ”nurse” came to me and started stroking my shaft after she had lubed it with oil. She stroked my shaft but the foreskin did not move, like the doctor had explained before. I realized that because of the ring i cannot really be stroked because it gets so tight. And he was right: the foreskin does not move anymore… also with lube then it is even more impossible to move the foreskin. I felt that my shaft was not as sensitive as it usually was, i think because of the blood pressure caused by the ring’s constriction of blood circulation. Blood went in but not out anymore. It felt a little numb but still also exciting. It took me about seven minutes to have the first NOrgasm. I heard the assistant announce it to the doctor who writes it down on a notepad.

My shaft spasmed like it does with an orgasm but to my disbelief, nothing else that happened. i was not able to ejaculate or have any release because the ring is so tight. The pleasure feeling of an Orgasm was totally missing, instead a feeling that is hard to explain, like phantom pain, like imagining the feeling that should be there.

But the shaft stays hard after the NOrgasm and they say this way i can be perfectly used as a human dildo, being ready to be used for as long as a Lady deserves.

The doctor explains that by touching me, stroking me, even "riding" me nothing really happens then. it only would make me more eager and wanting. It was to keep me hungry … only arousal but no pleasure or release. just desire. Nothing else.

When i am finally released from being used or played with or however it might be called what they were doing to me, my balls are constantly aching. They are so full and tight because the ring is so tight and i cannot masturbate or be masturbated to empty them and the ring makes me feel it even more how full they are and keeps up the erection for very long while i am lying there without getting much attention now. i am more eager now than i was before the treatment and the erection still holds. i start praying for my shaft to get limp or at least semi erect.

After a while they come back to me, looking down on me. i am blushing because i am still erect and displaying my arousal while i lie on the chair with my legs spread wide open.

They gag me with a ring gag, i open my mouth wide voluntarily as i am too humiliated to offer resistance. They then slip on something the “nurse” has been working on: a cylinder with a rod in it made to my exact measurements. The rod has an opening, like a catheter for peeing. I am scared by the sight of it.

But my shaft is still hard, twitching and erect like asking to be covered by the cylinder, impaled by the rod.

"The Seed Extractor. Or call it milking machine. Or de-seeder" I hear the doctor explain to my Owners "What a wonderful device! Seed can be extracted without allowing the slave only the slightest pleasure. And you see … when it drools out through the rod it can be collected here in the test-tube. And the best thing: When I use it on a slave the slave will not be given the slightest pleasure of stimulation. The process lasts clearly longer than a conventional milking by anal stimulation but the effect of granting him no pleasure may definitely be worth it."

Then it is very humiliating and degrading as they bring the cylinder and the rod in place. Also, a bit painful when the rod goes in and through the tightened root of my shaft where the ring is to keep it shut when it erects. The vacuum is a strange feeling then arousing in the beginning but uncomfortable after a while and it takes a long time since the seed comes out. 23 minutes, 52 seconds as the “nurse” announces and the “doctor” writes it down. i did not feel any sensation or stimulation, I really felt nearly nothing but knew when it was drooling through the rod. i felt very ashamed somehow. i heard them say that the amount was quite not very much and I should be trained and treated to increase the amount. "It is less than 2.5 ml of semen." I heard the doctor say.

Afterwards i was still hard and maybe more eager and aroused than before. Though it felt uncomfortable and a bit painful i was more excited and sensitive afterwards than before. But at least the pressure and ache in my balls had gone.

i heard that i am to return weekly for my maintenance, where also my ring will be removed for cleaning and maintenance.

Suddenly I become aware of the sight of me i am presenting to them: My arms and legs fully outstretched and the ropes already cutting into my wrists and ankles. I can’t move at all. I am suspended meat. My shaft is exposed and i am gapingly open. I’d never felt so naked. Or so defenseless. Or so humiliated. i start sobbing uncontrollably.

For a while they are looking down on me, my Owner looks me into the eyes and says:

"Thats what is left of you strong, proud alpha. Emasculated. Reduced to a Human Dildo. Or a fuckdoll. Depending on the way you are going to be used in the case. Used constantly. Relentlessly. You can’t accept this. You don‘t welcome it. Yet feel that what you accept, or welcome is of no matter."

She brings the test-tube to my mouth and pours the milky liquid through the ring gag into it.

I feel tears run down my face. I am sobbing in silence while they are walking out of the room, leaving me alone, still strapped to the chair. My shaft still hard. The taste of my own seed lingering in my mouth.

#fs14 #submission

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lurochar · 7 months ago

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What would it be like if yandere! Alastor was in heat, with a foreign reader and they were not yet in a relationship with Alastor. What would happen?

I wasn’t sure if this was a request or just my thoughts on the scenario, so for now, I’ll just give my thoughts.

Sorry, I left the foreign part out because I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant exactly (foreign as in speaking a different language? Foreign as in from a different world?) Am I overthinking that? Plus, I honestly could not really figure out a way to fit it in, in a significant way. I’m sorry for that.

Warnings: Mentions of dub-con

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Alastor in a rut, yet not in a relationship with you – well, that just screams dubious consent (dub-con) to me. His body is desperate for a partner – but his mind is still somewhat rational. And no matter how frenzied he gets, he will not lower himself to behave like a filthy animal – like a rapist.

Instead, Alastor traps you in his room and uses his magic to seal you in there with him. At this point, almost anything goes in order to get your ‘consent’ to stay with him during the remainder of his rut.

He will use his silver tongue, offering you deals (nothing to do with souls, this time around anyway, as he knows that will scare you away for sure) and favours that, for the most part, benefit you more than him. Still, this is Alastor we’re talking about, there must be something more to it that you aren’t seeing.

Alastor is starting to get irritated, but it doesn’t show.

If you don’t think of his comfort, why should he think of yours?

Most of the furniture has disappeared and now you have nowhere to sleep but on the floor with no blankets or pillow. It takes a long while and just as you’re about to drift off, you think you hear a snap.

The next morning, you wake up only in your underwear.

Alastor has taken your clothes too and refuses to give you anything to cover yourself with and he openly leers at you. He slips into the shadows and appears behind you, whispering lewd things in your ears, just how good he can make you feel.

You decline again.

Your defiance is certainly amusing, but he’s not in the mood for it at the moment. So he goes for the next idea that he knows will work.

Starvation.

How long can you last without food? (He’ll give you water, he isn’t that much of a monster). It might take a little longer than he wants, but eventually, you will crumble.

Alastor will go out of his way to eat in front of you and it takes a week for you to finally crack – exhausted from no food, body aching, cold, and humiliated from sleeping on the floor with nothing but your underwear.

Alastor may have your ‘consent’, but is it really consent at all when he trapped you in a corner with no escape?

#alastor x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #tw: dubcon #hazbin hotel #yandere alastor x reader

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x--sinner--x · 3 months ago

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I want to be on the ground presenting my pussy for you to rape. I can only cum when I'm being raped like a good little slut. It's my biological purpose. I need to be a toy for you to rape whenever you want. I need you to rape me so hard I forget my name and only know how to beg for more and how to cum on your rapist cock

My cunt is so wet and achy right now, I need you to hold me down and rape me until you finish several times inside me. I need you to drain your balls and your bladder in my cunt. It's the only way I can cum

I love good rape sluts like you, always waiting for me in position so that I can come in and slide my cock in to take out all of the frustration I faced during the day.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do to you. I'll fuck you so good that you'll feel like you have left behind your past self and completely transformed into a pain rape slut, bending over and presenting pussy to their rapist, being me.

I'll drain my entire life essence inside your filthy cunt and I'll shove in a dildo or a plug so that you don't go leaking it all out. I want it to fill every part of your womb and provide you with everything you need so that you can do your job perfectly as a rape doll.

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konigsblog · 7 months ago

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Celebrity!Reader who Creep!Kidnapper!König holds hostage... 👀📸

TW: RAPE/NON-CON, KIDNAPPED, MDNI 18+. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

He sends your beloved, heartbroken, and concerned parents videos of him fucking you, his hoarse and gruff voice ordering you around with his meaty cock forced deep within your gummy, velvety pussy.

“Look at the fuckin’ camera- Gutes Mädchen, los geht's...” and with tears blurring your vision and painting your cheeks, you gaze off into the camera like you'd been ordered to do, becoming numb and raw from the outrageous amount of fuckings and beatings you've been given as a cruel form of punishment for your filthy misbehaviour.

Even if your parents hand over the absurd and ridiculous amount of money, he wouldn't even think about returning you. He's had a celebrity crush on you for years – he's going to take advantage of you whether you like it or not, even if that labels him as a violent and merciless rapist. He'd always yearned for you, had an insatiable crave to fill your slick, wet holes with his potent semen. Now, he has everything.

He'll hold you firmly by the scruff of your neck, force you to watch as your parents scream and plead for their daughter's return with a perverted and amused grin plastered on his face, until the case turns cold and your disappearance and kidnapping has become nothing more than an unsolved mystery.

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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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THE AIRHEAD CHRONICLES

…AND THE MEETING

-> Pairing: Cassian x bimbo/ditzy reader

-> Summary: Cassian remembers the first time he met you. He truly forgets what a mess you are sometimes, but you’re still his mess.

-> Author’s note: This is going to become a series where I add new headcanons and little drabbles. I love the idea of a bimbo/ditzy reader who’s a real sweetheart but isn’t really the brightest. No worries! As long as Cassian is here, you won’t have to worry about your safety (not that you were before) among other things. Also I’m either gonna make something where Azriel joins them once or I’m gonna make his own series.

part two part three part four part five

- Cassian honestly wondered how you were still alive sometimes. You’d do things that made his heart stop and you acted as if it was nothing at all.

- For instance, he’ll never forget the day that he met you.

- Cassian found you walking around in the middle of the night, all by yourself. He looked at you as if you were crazy, clad in a little black dress that was tight around your ass and almost had your tits spilling out. You walked right past him, not even noticing him staring at you.

- You were skipping around in the dangerous parts of velaris seemingly unknown about the dangers lurking around.

- This time of day, drunkards, rapists and robbers were everywhere though that thought simply wasn’t in your head

- No, you were looking up at the stars, admiring the different shades of violet, completely oblivious of the fact that you had caught the eyes of a group of men.

- They quickly made their way over to you when you stopped to pick up a flower in a nearby bush, you couldn’t help yourself, they looked so pretty!! How could you walk past them?

- “ Hey there baby, what is someone as pretty as you doing out here all alone?”

- What a nice man! You give them a sweet smile and explain what you’re doing.

- “ Oh hello! i’m just going for a walk. The sky is so beautiful tonight. I think starfall is near, don’t you?”

- You miss the predatory glint in their eyes, happy to be making some friends, something that happened quite often.

- “ Yeah, sure. How about you come with us and have a drink. We could get you something really delicious.”

- “ Really? I’m quite thirsty, that would be perfect! thank you guys!!” Wow, these guys were nice. One of them even had a hand on your lower back to guide you.

- But, wait- isn’t the bar that way? Maybe there’s another bar behind this alley. It was very dark but you were sure it was around here somewhere.

- Cassian had been following you and decided to intervene. Perhaps you already had a few drinks because no sane woman would willingly walk with these males into a dark pathway.

- “ What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a booming voice echoed through the alleyway.

- “ Mind your own business, Illyrian. We’re just taking out this lady out for some drinks, isn’t that right?” The males all nod and grunt in agreement. But you’re not paying attention to them. You’re looking at the towering man infront of you.

- Your glossed lips part in surprise, eyes growing comically large. You had never seen such a handsome guy before, totally your type!!!

- This guy was like a powerhouse—muscular, with huge battle-scarred wings. Wasn’t there a saying about Illyrian wings? And oh his eyes? Intense and a bit playful. Dressed in Illyrian leathers, he was the epitome of strength and confidence. He radiated authority and dominance.

- “ I think you better get out of here. Now.” He stepped forward as the others subconsciously took a step back. Only the guy that was talking to you remained in his position.

- “Yeah? Or what? You filthy low-born.”

- You were shocked at how quick this male had changed. He wasn’t the sweet guy that wanted drinks. Maybe-

- Before you could finish your thought, the tall Illyrian had punched him clean across his face, making you gasp. Your heels clicked against the cobblestones as you took a step back.

- The guy started got up but he didn’t fight back, he and his friends just ran away, leaving you behind. How rude! You really wanted your drink.

- “ Are you okay? You know, you really shouldn’t be walking around this late, especially alone.”

- How dare he lecture you after scaring away your friends like that?!! You scowled at him, your perfectly glossed lips pouting at the intruder.

- “ I was doing perfectly fine, in fact they were about to buy me refreshments before you so rudely chased them away.”

- He looked at you as if you had told him pigs could fly. With furrowed eyebrows, disbelief showed in his eyes. His frame was towering over you as he took a step closer to you.

- “Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, you do know why they took you here to this empty alley.”

- This male was crazy. You tilted your head, your jewelry jingling as you looked at him with confusion.

- “They were taking me out for drinks and we were looking for a bar. What could you possibly mean?”

- He stared at you for a while, deciding if he should tell you. Maybe you really didn’t know. While he wanted to warn you about following strangers into dark, creepy alleys, he also didn’t want to be the one to burst your bubble. He simply couldn’t shatter your innocent view and it made him surprisingly protective. But why was that? He didn’t even know your name, let alone enough about you to be feeling like this. Yet something in him told him to not let you go.

- “ How about I just take you home, you seem to have had an eventful night.”

- You pondered over it but accepted it nonetheless. Some company would be nice.

- The way back to your apartment was comfortably quiet. As you reached the door, you stopped and turned around. You offered your hand out for him to shake.

- “ That was a really quick walk. Oh, also thanks for walking me home. I’m Y/n by the way.”

- “ No worries, I’m Cassian.”

- He shook your hand and suddenly, everything brightened up. His entire world shifted as that golden thread snapped in place. There was a moment of clear truth, a chance for genuine happiness and authenticity to shine through.

- “ Oh, what a cute name. You should definitely have a nickname. Hmm, let’s see… I really like the sound of Cassie. I think it’s super adorable!” You looked up at him again, doe-eyed and blushy.

- He just stared at you wide-eyed, not able to form a single coherent sentence. Usually people loved talking you but this guy just kept quiet. You fidgeted uncomfortably because you really wanted his attention and if he wasn’t gonna give you some, you’d tease him a little for it.

- “ Um, alright, good night then Cassie. I hope to see you around since you now owe me a drink. Also you’re like really hot.” You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and turned to open the door.

- Before he could respond you had already closed your door, leaving him behind with a flood of emotions, a beating heart and million questions.

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amelie-sama-blog · 7 months ago

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homegirl. bffr.

chawty over there made an essay of 31 minutes talking about the "ROMANTICISATION" OF VIOLENCE in a popular BL manhwa.

looking into the comments also almost made me have an aneurysm. "romanticisation" and "normalisation" of xyz gotta be the most popular buzzword in the anti world, cause i saw it at least 20 times and i barely scrolled. what i also saw is them shaming the author for making such a vile, disgusting, morally unacceptable story, "normalising and romanticising" violence, toxic relationships and rape, and that "fEmAlE BL aUtHoRs nOrmAliSiNg rApE sHoUlD bE a WhOle cAtEgOrY oN iTs oWn aT tHis pOiNt".

girl. be for reeeeaaaal for a second. i read BL manga, lots of it. and i didn't even know about this manhwa until i saw this in my feed. i knew the name cause i saw it somewhere, but uhm, in which world are you living? is someone actively forcing you to go on the internet, go on a BL manga site, search "jinx", click on the link, click on the first chapter, read for a bit, DISLIKE IT, and then CONTINUE TO READ EVERY CHAPTER OF THE WHOLE THING?

i doubt it. i doubt it very much. "if you don't like it, drop it" ALWAYS WORKS. anything else is you admitting that you read shit you don't like just to get mad about it.

uhm, wake up call girlie, fiction is exactly *THE* TOOL to "have fun" with toxic relationships or other dark themes. imo, she BETTER have fun with it if she's creating fiction! and i also bet that the author knows damn well what she's doing.

if this "actually terrifies" you, you shouldn't be on the internet. there i said it. I SAID IT.

if the reality that fiction is on a separate plane from reality and thus it can be anything you want, terrifies you, then respectfully, go on youtube kids and age restrict your own device. because your media literacy is literally in the gutter, and your ability to curate your online experience, is non-existant, as well as the basic understanding that people can like shit you hate.

hmm... i wonder why that is... hmmm.... i wonder why people are soooo adamant about avoiding terms such as "rape" "toxic" "noncon" "dark". now hear me out, MAYBE... just MAYBE, it's because liking dark themes in fiction has become completely unacceptable these days, and every single piece of media one consumes must be inspected thoroughly by the anti-police to be approved for consumption. and thus, people make loopings in their own heads to justify their media consumption and trick their minds into believing that what they're reading isn't "that bad".

because... if it IS bad... then boy do i have bad news for you: it means you're a filthy filthy human that just "promoted rape culture", "anti-victim mentality", and "propaganda for sexual violence", and is thus deserving of death threats and equal to an offending rapist or pedophile.

their words, not mine:

but noooo, that has nothing to do with it.

all jokes aside, the way anti culture and censoring is becoming the default, and heavily policed and enforced under fear of ostracisation, THAT truly makes me sad. remember everyone:

thought crime is not real.

thank you for reading all of this, i didn't plan for this to reach essay size but here i am. i hope this was a good read and soothed your proship heart <3

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The Fractured Moon - Part 3

Yandere! Moon Boys X f!Reader

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Not Beta Read - Series Masterlist

Summary:

After Steven's ruthless beating, you need time to recover, and the boys are going to show you how nice they can treat you, if only you'll let them, and as long as you behave.

Tags/Warnings (for entire series):

Disclaimer: I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character. NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.

Word Count: 4079

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Steven came into your room in the afternoon, the day after the beating you’d endured by his hand. He looked at you with a guilty expression, seeing immediately that your skin was discolored in places where he’d hit you. It didn’t go unnoticed either, the way your face looked panicked when he stepped into the room. He’d never seen you so afraid that you were driven to get up and scurry to the corner, sliding down the wall on your back and tucking your knees into yourself, as though you were hiding from him. Jake didn’t even make you this afraid.

“What did you expect hermano? What you did wasn’t discipline, it was torture,” Jake said coldly.

If Jake was the one telling Steven that he was out of line, then it must’ve been true. He didn’t mean to hurt you that badly, he was just so angry when he saw you with that filthy plastic toy. The idea that you chose something like that over him when he was right there, warm and ready to give you what you needed, still made his cheeks flush with rage. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

“Darling, I–” You tucked your head down further at the sound of his voice.

Steven’s entire body felt cold. He’d really gone too far, hadn’t he? Jake was right. It was one thing to teach you a lesson. A few welts on your rear, and maybe some bites to remind you who you belonged to, but what Steven had done…it was reckless, and monstrous. He’d never felt so terrible in all his life.

“I’m so sorry.”

He walked over and knelt down in front of you. You gasped when he reached out and touched your forearm gently. You pulled your arm back, afraid he was going to hurt you. He felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter when you looked up at him. Still so stunning, even with, sometimes especially with, fear etched in your pretty face. He gave you the softest expression he could, brows knitted together and turned up in concern.

“I shouldn’t have hit you that hard,” he admitted. He could’ve left it there, but he didn’t want the lesson to be lost in his kindness. “I hope you understand why I had to teach you a lesson, despite my being a little too harsh.”

You shook your head, “you’re a nasty man.”

Your words stung, and Steven had to try and keep his cool. You were upset, and you had a right to be, he knew that, but hearing you call him nasty…that was a lot to overcome. Steven wasn’t nasty. Rapists were nasty. Murderers who killed innocent people were nasty. Steven wasn’t any of that. He was kind, loving, protective, and anything you could want in a man. That was why he knew you loved him. He would never hurt you…not really. He reached out his hand again, and that time he brushed your cheek with his thumb, despite your flinching.

He shook his head, “I don’t want to hear you saying horrible things like that love. I’m not a nasty man. S’not nice for you to say that. I’ve done nothing but care f’you, and love you, right? How can you call me nasty? How can you say something like that?”

You furrowed your brow, “you kidnapped me, raped me, all of you–”

He covered your mouth quickly, “no, no, no, shhh,” his eyes were wide. “That is not true.”

You saw his eyes start to well and his bottom lip started quivering. Was he so delusional that he didn’t see the truth? That he and his brothers had brought you there against your will and tortured you? Did he really think you were happy? No one could be that blind to the truth…could they?

“Can’t have you sayin’ things like that love, lyin’ and whatnot. S’not nice to do yeah?” He looked at you with what looked like desperation, “I brought you home to us, I give you love, I make you feel good. That’s all. You can call it whatever you like, but lyin’ is a bad habit to get into darling. I don’t wanna have to teach you another lesson.”

It was clear that no matter what you said, he was going to spin this around to fit his twisted fantasy, so you decided to remain silent. Speaking out against him would only lead you to more pain. He took his hand off your mouth slowly, as though you might explode if he released you too quickly. His expression softened into a look of adoration. It made you uneasy.

“I’m gonna do somethin’ special for you tonight, alright, so do me a favor, yeah? Get yourself all cleaned up nice, put on somethin’ pretty f’me, and I’ll give you a nice reward for being so good an for taking your lesson so well last night.” He stood up and started walking toward the door.

“I don’t have any clothes,” you reminded him.

He turned around, “oh god, you’re right. Silly me. I’ll have Jake pick somethin’ out for you, he’s got good taste.” When Steven smiled, you noticed how handsome he really was. You hated yourself for thinking it, but it was true. “I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind f’you tonight. Gonna give you a chance to get out of your room for a bit.”

That was, unfortunately, the thing that made you behave better than the beatings. The promise of even the smallest dose of freedom. To be able to get out of the room you’d spent the last week in. Or was it longer than that? You couldn’t recall. You shouldn’t be that excited for something so simple, but you couldn’t help feeling a little giddy at the thought of getting out of the room, even if it was under their supervision.

You washed yourself well, and the hot water soothed your aching body. When Jake came in later, he brought you something to wear. It was a sheer babydoll lingerie top. You held it in your hands while the man looked you over. He grabbed your chin in his gloved fingers, tilting your head side to side. He tsked as his eyes trekked over your body.

“He really got you good, hm princesa?” Jake brushed a finger over one of your bruises forcing a wince and hiss from your lips. You stepped back. “Steven doesn’t understand the craft of fixing bad behavior. He gets a little��carried away.” He smirked, looking you up and down. “Put the top on, let me see it on you.”

You took the baby blue top and slid it over your head. You felt pretty in it, and you hated that you liked the gift they gave you. There were no bottoms it seemed. Despite their kindness, they still wanted to leave you open for their needs at any time. You didn’t see the point in arguing, panties or no panties, they were going to take you any time they wanted anyway.

“Muy hermosa.” He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Steven’s the lucky one tonight.”

Later, Marc brought you some food to eat, and he nearly dropped the platter when he walked into your room. You looked like an angel, donning your beautiful, sheer top. He knew that he was going to have his time with you another day, but he wanted to take you right then. His breath hitched in his throat while he watched you eat, taking your small bites as usual, as though you still didn’t trust the food they handed you.

“You’re so sweet baby, love seeing you in this little outfit. Jake’s got good taste,” Marc commented.

“Always have amigo,” Jake said amusedly from the headspace.

“Will you make her hurry up Marc, m’gettin’ impatient. She’s just so beautiful and I…I want her now.”

“Take your time honey, don’t want you getting a tummy ache,” Marc said, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Steven was hurt after that, feeling wronged by Marc in the worst way. It was already hard enough to share you between the three of them, and now the man was just taunting him. None of the boys were ready for you to know their secret yet, and that was the only thing keeping Steven from fronting and dragging you out of the room to spend time with him in that moment.

He was relieved when you were finally finished eating, and Marc took away your food, kissing you gently on the cheek before leaving the room so Steven could get ready. He wasn’t getting all dressed up, all he wanted to do was curl up on the couch with you and listen to you read. He had no other demands, no requests for you other than to hear your beautiful little voice while you read from the pages of the book they saw you reading in the library. Steven felt like that was ages ago.

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The Beauty and the Beast.

The book seemed ironically fitting now. You held it in your trembling hands, unable to peel your gaze off the book. You wondered if you’d ever stop shaking, but you supposed that so long as they kept hurting you, you’d be afraid of any interaction with them; even if the interaction seemed as innocent as curling up on the couch and reading.

“Come now love, lay here with me,” Steven felt his heart skip several beats when you looked up at him from the pages you were shuffling through.

You looked radiant, lit by the flames of the crackling fireplace. They licked over your skin, illuminating you in a way that made you look even softer than Steven thought possible. Sometimes he forgot how lucky he was, until his eyes fell over your body once more. You were his, and you weren’t going anywhere. He held out a hand to you, a love-drunk smile spread across his face.

You flinched back when he presented you with his hand, gasping sharply and dropping the book on the ground. Steven’s demeanor shifted from pleasantly affectionate to scorn. He stood up from the couch, forcing you to jump back, fearful that he might hurt you more. You dropped to the ground, grabbing the book and holding it to your chest tightly, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“I’m sorry!” You said loudly, feeling your entire body shaking in terror.

“Get up,” he demanded, “tired of seein’ you acting like you’re afraid of me.”

You slowly stood, knees practically knocking together while you tried to stabilize yourself. Your breathing was shallow, and you felt tears welling in your eyes as you turned them up to look at him. Steven’s mouth was turned into a dark frown, brow furrowed in frustration. He felt so damn guilty for hurting you. He really did, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being a bit dramatic. He didn’t hit you that hard, right?

“Turn around.”

It was a simple command, and you weren’t too dumb to obey it, but the fear they’d instilled in you had left you paralyzed. What was he going to do when you turned around? Not being able to see him made you even more afraid. You found the courage to do it anyway, knowing that your punishment would be far worse if you didn’t comply.

You felt his hands, gentle, but still forcing a flinch out of you, as they traced along your spine. He brought them to your sides, along your ribcage and then he held your waist. You grunted when he lifted you, and he backed up to the couch, where he sat slowly, resting you on his lap, your back resting against his chest.

He was hard already, cock prodding against his sweats as though it were reminding you that it was still there. You hadn’t forgotten, your cunt was still aching from the last time he’d been inside of you, just the night prior. You let out a soft whine, to which Steven smiled against your ear. He let out a long exhale, one that told you he was going to want more than just a little story time before the night was through.

“Go ahead love, start reading f’me,” his breathing was ragged and desperate in your ear.

Steven listened as your pretty voice began reciting the book obediently. You were acting so much better now; better than when you’d first arrived. He felt a swell of pride through his chest as he pressed his lips against your cheek. You stuttered as you read, breathing becoming more shallow as he worked his kisses down your neck.

“Don’t stop love, keep goin’,” he demanded in a breathy rasp.

You’d managed all that time to keep your physical feelings at bay, but you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your core at his touch. His hands that were resting casually on your outer thighs were now rubbing against you slowly as he became more and more restless. You knew he was preparing to take you again, never giving you a moment’s rest despite how badly your body still ached from everything he’d done. You stopped your reading, a small whimper escaped your lips; a feeble attempt at begging him to stop without saying it verbally.

“Now, now darling, I’ll have none of that,” he roughly grabbed your waist in one arm, holding you in place while he slid his sweatpants down underneath you, “you’re gonna take me like you’ve taken me before, and you’re going to keep on readin’ like the good little girl I know you can be.”

Steven could feel the way you pressed your thighs together tightly and it pissed him off. He still didn’t understand why you were acting like this, like you didn’t want him as badly as he wanted you. It was obvious that his touch made you feel good. He felt it every time he was inside of you, and he felt it now, the way your cunt was leaking all over his lap, soaking everything it touched.

“I think you’re just a little tease. I think you like makin’ me work for it, you like seein’ how bad I want you? Is that it, love?” He let a dark snicker escape his lips, breath still hot against the soft skin of your neck. “Well…” Steven brought his hands over your legs and then between your thighs, forcing them apart easily, despite your efforts to keep them closed, “I’m quite over it now love. I want it, and I’m gonna take it.”

He lifted you with ease, lining himself up with your hole before sheathing himself inside of you. He let out an exhale of relief, as though he needed to bury his cock in you the same way someone might need cold water on a hot day. You dropped the book on his leg and held onto his thighs tightly, choking on your pained grunts as they tried to leave your mouth. He sat there, unmoving, save for the way he continued to pepper your neck in gentle pecks.

“Didn’t tell you to stop readin’ did I, love?” He asked, reaching for the book and placing it back in your shaking hands.

You continued reading, feeling his cock throb against your walls with every word you read from the page. You felt one of his hands snake around to grab your breast, while the other moved over your thigh and between your legs. You stopped reciting the words again, unable to spit out another sentence as his fingers searched for your sensitive nub in the sea of your juices.

“See, this is why it seems so silly when you try to act like you don’t need me, love. You can’t even read a damn book when I touch you,” he said in a low growl while circling his finger over your clit. “Keep going.”

You gulped and let out a shaky exhale before continuing. His breath brushed over your neck while he continued leaving soft kisses there. You were overwhelmed by the sensations, feeling his cock twitching inside of you every time his fingers passed over your clit, making your cunt contract over him again and again. When you felt the trickle of his drool running down your throat you stopped reading again.

“If you keep stopping, I’m not going to be very happy darling. M’trying to get immersed in the story and you’re making that very, very hard,” he moved his hips a little, forcing his cock to brush against your cervix.

You gasped, “o-oh god! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, it’s t-too much,” you whimpered from the over-stimulation.

“Oh love, that’s not true, you can handle me, you’ve handled me before, keep reading.”

Steven started pinching your nipple while you read, making it even harder to continue, but you persisted. Your wounds from the night before, and the reminder that they provided you with, were enough to keep you going. If his goal was to terrorize you into behaving the way he wanted, he’d succeeded. You would do almost anything he asked at this point in order to stop a beating like that from happening ever again. He let out a deep, rumbling moan against your neck, rutting his hips upward.

“So damn wet f’me, how can you lie and say you don’t want this? Such a silly little girl, soaking everything underneath you and saying you’re not enjoying yourself.”

He was right, you’d begun to crave their touch, the feeling of their cocks inside you, their spend filling and spilling out of you. Your heart stopped when you realized you’d stopped reading again. Steven chuckled.

“Since you’re not going to read it…” he pulled the book from your hands.

“Steven…” Marc said with a tone of warning.

Steven had half a mind to bend you over the arm of the couch and spank you with the book until your ass cheeks fell off, but Marc brought him back to reality. Despite his desire to teach you another lesson in obedience, he knew your body couldn’t take it. Instead he positioned the smooth, rounded, leather spine of the book in front of your cunt, resting it between your wet pussy lips.

“I want you to fuck yourself on me, and rub your needy little clit on this book since you don’t seem interested in what’s on it’s pages.”

“B-but–”

“Shh!” He shushed you harshly, “you be quiet now and do as I tell you. I really don’t want a repeat of last night, d’you?” Steven asked, tone deathly serious.

“O-okay, I’m s-sorry,” you said, voice trembling in fear.

You positioned yourself on your knees and started gliding on his length slowly, rising up so the tip was barely in and then dropping back to his base. You were wetter than you’d ever been, and it made you feel embarrassed. You didn’t want to enjoy it, but you couldn’t help yourself. The leather spine of the book had ridges that brushed over your slick clit, and it felt…good.

A shuddering whine left your body, your head fell back over his shoulder as you kept moving, grinding your folds along the book. Steven couldn’t believe you were falling onto him like that, that you were laying over him. You were so pliant, like a sweet little doll chasing your release on his cock. You started moving even faster, breathing heavier with each pass. Steven licked a stripe up your neck, sucking on your skin when he reached the base of your jaw.

“Yeah, you like this don’t you darling? Feels good dunnit? O-oh-god-yes-love-shit…”

His breath was ragged and hot against your skin, causing mind numbing waves to course through over your body and to your core. You felt him grab the back of your head, turning you to face him before covering your mouth in his hungrily. He was so messy, and so noisy when he kissed you, forcing you to swallow his loud moans. His hips moved, rutting upward roughly as you moved back downward, brushing your cervix lightly.

Steven heard a little shaky whine leave your mouth forcing a smile from his own. He looked up at you, precious face stained with tears, lips puffy from all the crying you’d done. He chuckled softly, feeling nothing but pure bliss when he saw you looking at him with cock-drunk eyes. Steven removed his hand from the back of your head and brought it around your side to your breast, tucking his hand inside the baby blue, sheer fabric so he could feel your skin.

“So soft, love…oh yes…”

Steven pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to which you gasped and whimpered noisily. Those sounds were enough to make him come without ever touching himself, and with the feeling of your little pussy squeezing around him as your orgasm approached, there was no way he could hold on any longer. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close against him while he slammed into you from below.

As Steven started thrusting even faster and harder, your loud cries filled the room from the ache of the stretch. You had no choice but to reach back and hold onto his messy curls for stability, an action that he would misconstrue as intimacy. You were gasping and arching on him, feeling the way his cock filled you while the book’s spine caressed your swollen clit. You could feel it…you were right there…

“Ah! Oh darling, ah-ah–”

Steven’s throat clamped up as his cock twitched and throbbed within your walls. Your soft little hole was so warm, engulfing him and squeezing around his length while you came. He noticed the way you continued sliding your folds over the book, using it to work yourself through your orgasm. Your movements eventually slowed, and as they did, Steven pulled you up off his cock, letting your combined juices spill onto the leather-bound novel when he did.

“Ooh lookie here,” he tsked, “what a mess we’ve made,” he chuckled, “would you look at that?”

He lifted the slick, dripping wet object up to his mouth and licked a stripe along the leather spine.

“Gonna need some help with this, can’t leave it like this or it’ll get damaged yeah?”

You nodded, knowing exactly what he was asking of you. You leaned in, tongue joining with his while you lapped the book together to ‘clean’ it. Steven’s cum tasted sweet and salty, a delicious combination, though you’d never admit that out loud.

He found your mouth with his once the leather was free of both your messes, kissing you with both your combined cum on your tongues. He kept going, he couldn’t resist the taste of you, and he felt himself getting hard again already. You had such an effect on him, he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted you again. Steven grabbed your hips harshly, turning you to straddle him.

“Steven, that’s enough. You have to give her a break. We talked about this, and you agreed,” Marc reminded him sternly.

Steven growled, but you didn’t understand why. You’d done everything he asked. You behaved perfectly, as far as you could tell. He pushed you off of him and pulled his sweats up over his erect cock. You felt frightened, not sure what you should do now, but the last thing you wanted was for any one of them to be mad at you, but especially not Steven. The thought alone was horrific, you felt the panic rising in your chest.

“I’m sorry!” You said quickly, rushing off the couch and over to him.

You grabbed the outside of Steven’s pants with your hand, feeling his bulge through his sweats and hoping that it would make him less upset with you. You touched his chest, showing your willingness to obey, looking up at him with the most pathetic doe eyes you could muster. He chuckled when he looked back down at you. “Oh darling, you’re so adorable I can hardly stand it,” he said, letting out a heavy breath, “you see, I’d love to give you more, I can tell how bad you want it again…” he looked over in the mirror, scowling at Marc, “but it’s Marc’s turn now,” he took your hand off his groin and kissed your fingertips, “we’ll be together again soon, not to worry my little darling.”

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