#postin this n scuttlin away like a beetle

[pondslime]

sanguine

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

word count: 9.5k

In them, you see yourself. Another girl who wandered off the path, leaving your trail of breadcrumbs dribbling out of your basket so that you could find your way back later. But the breadcrumbs are food for hungry birds, and your trail disappears. You end up here, in the heart of the forest. 

You’re alive, for now.

Packed to the brim with illusions to fairytales. A cautionary tale that never really ends. 

Please mind the tags on AO3! This fic is extremely miserable and icky. He’s very vile. 

VERY WEIRD and abstract prose, heavily focusing on the deteriorating state of the reader’s psyche and derealization. Features: orgasm denial, a heavy lean on horror elements/imagery, emotional manipulation, and SO much pain and misery! He’s canonically such a piece of shit and we are putting a piece of paper under him and the poor reader and trapping them under a cup. To study them. 

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