#this is... kinda a DDDNE

[nshtn]

Flashbacks

Wesker, suffering through the onset of Uroboros infection brought on to save his life after being poisoned with PG67A/W, must contend with its' delirium demons.

453 words, snippet, tags: medical malpractice, ptsd, Umbrella Executive Training Facility, conditioning mention, corporal punishment mention

The smell of cleaning chemicals in the air, as if just opened, is suddenly overwhelming. His reaction is unburdened by inhibition and unshackled by the slow settling of the delirium phase like the sickening coating of mildew on the corpse of a decaying tree.

Or the onset of rabies.

Wesker can make out the emotion, though, volatile and... and afraid.

...of what?

His golden slit-shaped pupils land on the Umbrella logo in his periphery and there is nothing left that can prevent the clicking of recognition behind his addled lens.

–...Discipline. Obedience. Unity. It leads to power. Power leads to life. A time when he has been strapped to a cot like this one crosses over unwillingly. The white-coats are monitoring his reactions to media he never wanted to see. They are testing to see ‘how it’s going’. They won’t tell him what ‘it’ is, because ‘then the pieces will never lead to the broader picture’.

This is how it is. This is the way of the world. The world is so sickening to him. One day, he’s going to douse it all in isopropyl alcohol and start over...

...Constant tests, isolation, voices of doctors long gone, cold detachment a savior, the crown of thorns that kills the wearer’s humanity but spares them the wheel. There is no escape. Nights spent listening to the gnarled voice of Oswald Spencer crackling over a speaker he cannot turn off...–

Wesker’s eyes are glassy and unfocused. They’re called to somewhere else, deep in the mind and aching to writhe back out. He is locked in a hell meant to spur him into violence...

–The answer is that you feel the pain and you don’t care that you feel it. Instead, you take the pain, and you put the pain somewhere else, for later. Then, you won’t feel anything at all, even when the ruler hits you, when the whip cracks, when something you know you can never get back is torn from you.

The child is so happy certain he has found the answer to this test, so why do they keep hitting him?

Discipline. Obedience. Unity. It leads to power. Power leads to life. You will have life only in power, and you will get power only when you unify everyone under you. This is no place for kindness. There is no place for empathy. There is no place for...–

Wesker is pathetic, humiliated and infuriated all at once. His breath hitches, canines bared with an affected glint as he shoves himself up against the wall the cot is up against, the force of it making it rock and the BD Alaris attached to it beep softly.

He curls tighter, tendrils coiling and twisting in agitation.

[livingdeadbxy]

calling her kiddo permanently rewired something in my brain…… i’m not used to like dom possessive thoughts but god lord instantly thought about kidnapping her and locking her in my basement cause the only person she needs is dad <3

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

no but they expect me to wake up each day and be normal about all the ways the Diaz brothers are directly paralleled to Chloe/Max. because it's everywhere, from the little things like dancing on a bed together and holding hands at the train tracks to the dead dad in the background and the sacrifice everyone to stay together scenario, like why, whyyyyyyy. why on god's festering earth would you so blatantly mirror the queer romantic couple from the first game with the sibling relationship from the second game. how the hell do you not consider how it looks. what in the fresh fuck am i supposed to do with this.

[kayforpay]

yknow I keep thinking this but where equius' insane STRENGTH probably was the only thing keeping him from being immediately culled for being such a freak, horuss' probably almost Got Him culled

like neither of them can independently control it to any real degree, but for equius that meant he didn't often have to Fight because he could just kinda flick someone away and be done with them, so even though he was completely beside himself obsessed with the castes and just being generally insane about it, he never really faced much direct risk

horuss, though, lived in a totally alternate world. people can't just walk into a beforan's house, smash them, and take over because they like the view, but that's to his disadvantage. he had to wear a suit at all times that severely limited his natural abilities to be desirable enough to not live in a facility. horuss is a borderline cull-case and from what I remember, every one of his friends fully knew that too, and used it to shame him

[ishtarcest]

Imagine if you will, for no reason other than me finding it cute and slightly cursed: Mokuba getting way too into clowns.Yes. Clowns. For a period of time he becomes the most annoying person possible. Dressing like one, honking the horn thing they carry, getting one of those squinting flowet bowtie things and squirting Seto with itAnd poor Seto, poor annoyed Seto, is trying so hard not to get annoyed. Because he knows. He KNOWS that to some degree Mokuba is TRYING to annoy him and he'll be damned if he'll let Mokuba win. So Mokuba takes it a step further and decides now he'll be a *sexy* clown and see if he can give Seto a kink he neither asked for nor wanted Okay, yall have fun with that. I'm not sorry

[cartmandolly-old]

i try and stay away from the anti/proship shit. i personally consider myself a DD:DNE fan above both. what DD means to you is not my concern. what proship means to you is not my concern either. i see something that doesn’t sit right with my spirit, i block it and move on. 🤷🏽

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Steddie and mungrove (but mostly mungrove) fans

[hinadori-chan]

also if anyone wants to ask questions about my drafts i do really like them a lot even if i can’t finish them right now and would love to talk about them 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[hearts1ckness]

yknow when ppl say fandoms can ruin a piece of media they weren’t joking bc im almost positive my slow disinterest in rasmr started because of the how fucked the reaction to the oct. 2022 ba was

[capitalisticveins]

THANK YOU HOLY SHITTTT

FOR THE PAST 2 DAYS THATSSSS THE FIC THATS AT THE TOP OF THE REDACTED AO3 TAG ITS SO DISTURBINGGG

IM BLOCKING ANOTHER PERSON ON AO3 OH MY GOD

Went to see what was new on Redacted Ao3 and I seen a ALEXIS/WILLIAM FIC!

I’m gonna start crying….

[prttykittes]

staying anon for this bec i feel disgusting indulging in this.

i’m big on dark/dddne stuff and yet I feel terrible reading it so i’m kinda glad i found somewhere i can kindof have a place to express more extreme stuff.

anyways big sis beidou wants to be your first so right when you turn 18 she takes your virginity :3

or dad zhongli sees that your bf is not what he thinks a BF should be like to he takes him out and makes you his. i mean this is more of a possessiveness than actual NSFW. i dont know😭

Stoner kazuha roofies you (with prior consent tho w this one)

Diluc gives you too much to drink so he fucks you instead.

i have so much more.. and if i ever do come back i’ll be “:3 anon”

do what you want w any of these 💕

Woahh:0, there's alot so I tried my best to do everything blog, I won't shame anyone for liking these things kind of stuff!!<3

ෆ Big!sis Beidou, Stoner!Kazuha, dad!zhongli, diluc X Afab!Reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: multiple characters x reader, yeah

CW. Incest(father/child, Sister/slibing), smokes, weed, roofies, consent(Kazuha), dubcon(for everyone else), possessive sex(zhongli), drunk sex(Diluc), age gaps, fingering, Dom!characters x Sub!reader, reader wears pants in kazuha's part

A/N :: Multiple sexy characters :4— written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ works in link!

BIG SIS! Beidou ! — She was so happy for you! It was your birthday! She got off her boat and went to your parents house! She saw you, you were still gorgeous as ever! She tears up, she was with for 18 years, her lovely slibing.... Oh how she dreamed about this day, she wants to be your first. So she's going to take you to her boat since you had always wanted to go on the water with her! She would spent time with you on there, just you and her. She celebrated your birthday, then she asked if you wanted to go on a ride. You said yes, now your both on her boat but instead of familial love it was filled with romantical love. She was half she was your first, she at first toying with your nipples. She went lower, she can hear you breathing heavily. Your eyes are hazy, your mind cloudy. Her hand was your sex, she rubbed it. She sees your lovely juices on her fingers, she can't wait to claim you as hers. Her sweet, lovely slibing all hers!

STONER!Kazhu— The smell of weed brunt your nose, he was smiling at you. His hand on his chin, his eyes were slightly red. He had his eyes on you, you sat down next to him. "{Yourname}" he says, you tilt your head in confusion. He gets up, his legs slightly trembling, he wraps his arms around you. "Can I?" He said, you knew what he had wanted to do. You never went this far in your friendship with him! You did have dreams and did wish for him to like you, you also had sexual dreams about him. You can't believe what your going to do with him, he smiles. He grabs some pills, he was going to roofie you but instead of doing it without consent. He has your consent, you close your eyes and take it. You gulp and your head feels weird, your eyes become hazy. He smiles and gently lies you on the bed. He is on-top of you, he lays soft and gentle bites on your neck. He continues to do while his kisses gets lower, you close your eyes and let yourself into the pleasure. He toys with your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He pulls down your pants and touches your sex through your underwear. His finger going up and down, pressing on it. "Your so cute..." He mutters, he take soff your underwear and Lena's down and licks at your sex. He smiles when your sex twitches. He coats his fingers in your pre-cum, then he prods his finger at your hole. His fingers scissor your virgin hole, making you more open for dick. You can feel his clothed dick against your leg while he continues to finger you, after some minutes. He stops and and pulls down his pants so his underwear shows and he slides his underwear down and his dick jumps up. He aims his cock at your hole, your hole clenches around nothing as you anxiously wait for it. He grabs a condom and enters you, his hard dick inside of you. He moves once you get used of his size. The motion is lazy and tried but it still feels good. Your virgin hole is not a Virgin anymore!!!

DAD!ZHONGLI !— He doesn't deserve his sweet baby! He stares at you and your boyfriend, he isn't a boyfriend. His boyfriend ideals for you are something like him!! He angrily glares and judges your boyfriend from afar. He can't believe that you chose someone that is trash, he gets so mad that he gets rid of your boyfriend... Oh I wonder how he got so bloody and why he is covered in blood.. don't worry it's not his!!don't worry baby, no need to worry about anything~ he comforts you after you find out your boyfriend is dead, shhh.... You still have him, your daddy is always here for you!! He won't leave you, he is going to make you his, not like you weren't his from the start! His kisses start form your temple to near your lips, his hands on your thigh to inner thighs. You sniff as you lean into his touch, just enjoy his touches. he slips his hand into your pajamas pants, touching your underwear. He continues to kiss your neck, wanting to mark you with his kisses and his touches. His fingers touch your sex and he slips his hand into your underwear, he smiles as he can feel your sex being wet. He pleasures you with his touches, he can't wait to claim you for his own. Emptying his seed inside of you!

DILUC !— He watches you, you weren't this drink from the start but you know... Things change, he continues to give you more. You were worried about the drinks because you wouldn't have enough to pay but you don't care anymore. Your drunken state, it exitces him but it's only with you. He gives you two more drinks and you drink it up fast like you want to please him... Your flustered face makes him want to kiss you and fuck your face but he can't bring himself to do so~ you let out hiccups and you lay your head on the table. He cleans the empty cups and gives you one more, you grab it weakly as you managed to drink it. You rant to him about annoying people and troubles in your life, he smiles as he listens to you. Your face still on the table, your hands are in a fist but then it goes limp. He hears soft snores from you, he walks around and rubs your hips. He blows in your ear, you still don't wake up. Your body is asleep and he could take advantage of it. He groans while he moves you over to more of a comfortable spot. He takes off your lower clothing and slides down your underwear. He sticks his finger in a cup as it is soaked with the alcohol, he pushes inside of you. Your loose and not tight, your whole body being loose. He kisses your forehead and continues to finger your hole, he lets out a grunt. His dick is really hard, he pulls out his cock and aims it at your hole. He can't wait anymore, he spits on his palm and rubs it on his dick. It's unsanitary but whatever because he is going to be inside of you!! His dick enters you, he lets out a groan, he moves his hips. It feels so good, he should do this more often to you until he gains courage to ask you out!!

[frudoo]

what happened with Oliver’s Dad???DID THE BOYS SAVE HER?!?! I NEED TO KNOW

WE’RE BACK BABEYYY

Warnings: Violence, of course. Poor reader is discovering too many things about herself. John is kinda mean in this one but he means well. Dark!Fic, DDDNE.

“Would ya bloody drive faster?!” Kyle is shaking uncontrollably in the backseat, shoving off Price who keeps trying to calm him down.

“M’already goin’ twice the limit,” Simon snarls, dark brown eyes focused on the road.

It’s a bumpy, borderline suicidal ride whenever Simon drives, but with the added anxiety of your message and the uncertainty of what it meant, the experience is far scarier. Johnny is the quietest he’s ever been, holding back tears as he watches the trees and street signs rush by in a blurry daze. He’s got one hand on Simon’s thigh, thumb rubbing in slow circles to try and ease both of their nerves.

“Two minutes, darlin’, two minutes,” Price mutters to you, wherever you are, his grip on the phone so tight it’s almost sure to crack.

One perk of being a killer is knowing where all of the backroads and hidden trails are that police either don’t know about or refuse to patrol. It eliminates the fear of getting pulled over or followed, and greatly reduces the risk of passing civilians reporting them. It especially comes in handy now as the truck screeches with every reckless turn its driver makes, nearly spinning out of control as they approach the house.

Your car is in the driveway, but you’re not inside. That in itself has each of them seeing red. Simon barely remembers to put the truck in park before hopping out, wide shoulders bouncing with every broad step he takes. He doesn’t bother checking to see if the door is open, just kicks it down with full force. It comes off of its hinges without a fight, slamming onto the floor right by your unconscious body.

“Fuck- John! Get in ‘ere!” Simon yells, knees croaking as he crouches to check for a pulse—when he finds one, he gently picks up your body and cradles you to his chest.

Price comes running in with the other two men right on his heels. John’s eyes harden when he sees the state of you, instantly on high alert.

“Simon, take her out to the truck. There’s ammonia in the glovebox—wake her up. Garrick, Tav and I are gonna go find the fucker who did this,” John barks, crooking his pointer finger in the direction of the truck urgently.

Simon follows orders without hesitation, long legs carrying him to the vehicle faster than he can blink. He throws open the door to the backseat and carefully lays you down, hands shaking as he rummages through the glovebox. Sure enough, there’s a bottle of ammonia buried at the bottom just as Price said. He opens the bottle and cradles the back of your head in one big palm, holding the substance right beneath your nose. It wakes you up instantly, and as you suck in a deep, almost painful gasp, Simon allows a tear to fall.

“Sweet girl,” he breathes, pulling you up into a sitting position and engulfing you in his burly arms. “Fuck- fuck, th-thought we lost ya.”

“Simon,” you hug him as tightly as you can, nails digging into the flesh of his back through the shirt, but he can’t find it in him to care.

His girl—their girl—you are alive.

“Si- Si, where are the others?” Your eyes suddenly widen in horror, and you scramble to exit the truck.

Simon firms his hold on you, dragging you into his lap. He can see the beginnings of tears glistening in your eyes and he cups your cheeks in his large hands, wiping them away before they can even fall. Somehow he doesn’t see the fury that presents itself in your pupils.

“They’re fine, lovie, findin’ the bastard tha’ did this t’ya.”

“No!” You yell with an undeniable edge of rage in your voice, trying to break free from his grip. “No! I want him!”

He’s never seen you like this before—feral. The fire in your eyes is something he’d expect from his other partners, but not you. Honestly, it scares him, enough to make him let you go, but not to make him stay back. He’s right on your trail with a fist tangled into the back of your shirt, keeping you on a short leash so that you don’t go and do anything crass.

You walk in on Johnny putting your attacker in a chokehold, the muscles of his biceps rippling beneath his tanned skin. You’re ready to pounce, shove your lover aside and rip apart Oliver’s father yourself, but Simon calls John over to help restrain your wriggling body.

“Darlin’- hey! Watch!” Price grabs your chin and cheeks and forces you to observe the scene in front of you—Johnny is, in fact, not killing him, just knocking his sorry ass out. “See, baby? You’ll get your chance, but ya have to wait.”

Kyle appears from around the corner with a roll of duct tape. Johnny slowly lowers the bastard’s body onto the floor so as not to crack his skull and spill blood all over the floor, then aids his partner in taping his mouth. Then they flip him over carelessly and hobble him, tying his wrists to his ankles so that when he wakes he’ll be rendered unable to move. It’s cruel, and it makes you salivate.

Johnny and Kyle hoist the deadweight up and head for the open entry where the door was before Simon broke it down. Price carefully carries you bridal-style back outside, setting you in the passenger seat of your car and buckling you in. He shushes you with a harsh snap of his fingers when you try to protest.

“Zip it. One o’us will drive ya back home, and the other lads will deal with the… cargo.”

His voice is sharp, demanding. It’s the way he talks to his victims, a snarl evident in every venomous word that pours from his lips. Instead of rage, you feel humiliated. You feel silly. Your eyelids droop with exhaustion. You blame it on your sudden lack of energy.

“I-I want Johnny,” you mutter, fiddling with your fingers as your hands rest in your lap. “Can he drive me? Please?”

John’s eyes soften at the change in your tone—it’s obvious that the rush of adrenaline that the ammonia caused has run its course, and the sweet, timid girl he knows and loves is coming back to light. He leans down to press a long kiss to your temple, breathing in the scent of you like an expensive perfume.

“Yeah, darlin’. Johnny’ll take ya home,” he whispers, muttering a soft apology against your hair.

You nearly nod off while waiting for Johnny to finish loading up the truck. The sound of the driver’s side door gently shutting stirs you back to consciousness and you find the Scot biting his knuckles as he looks at you. Gently, you pull his hand to your face and rest your cheek in his palm, holding onto him tenderly.

“Gave us a reit scare, ye did,” he chuckles sadly, leaning in to give you a proper hug as best as he can while you’re buckled up.

“I’m glad you came,” you whisper into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply to ground yourself with the smell of his sweat.

“Anytime ye need us, bonnie. We’re nothin’ withoot ye.”

Johnny cups your face in his clammy hands, leaning in to passionately lock his lips with yours. It’s like the first kiss all over again, albeit less desperate, but with all the same electricity. He’s home to you, your safe space, the first one who captured your heart out of the bunch of them.

It’s silent as he holds your hand the entire way back to the farm, calloused thumb caressing your knuckles adoringly. You finally speak up when he pulls onto the familiar dirt road, breath stuttering as you look at his profile.

“I-I don’t wanna kill him.”

“Tha’s fine, hen, we dinnae-” he begins, but you cut him off by squeezing his hand tighter.

“I just wanna watch.”

[love-toxin]

Two words: Ghostface. Sandwich.

hmmhrhrgrgrgegehegghh........ok bear with my rambles for a second. i love the idea of the two of them pinning you as their next target and trying to figure out all the plans. you're perfect cause you're cute and you'd make real pretty screams and they'd probably both whack off to seeing your blood but when they start getting close to putting things in action, of course, Stu starts stalling.

(cws: DDDNE, extremely fucked up n-consent, drinking/drugging, blood, gore, afab reader, you have been warned)

"C'mon Billy, she might be a virgin, we should get in her pants first." he begs, partly because he wants exactly that--to fuck you lifeless--but also because there's a teensy-weensy sliver in him that doesn't really want you to die. meanwhile Billy's mostly mad that you're actually a lot more tolerable than he thought once they start getting close to you, trying to get your guard down, because it's way harder to kill a chick that laughs at his jokes and plays along with his edgy compliments over a frigid bitch.

plus, Stu's right. you're hot. and he really loves it if you're insecure, cause it makes your reactions to him telling you you're pretty, you're smart, you're funny, so much sweeter. you don't fall for stuff easily and he likes that. likes the potential to watch you act like you know what's going on only for your heart to sink when you realize shit's getting real. but Stu will keep ruining it by getting all sappy and coming to your rescue when they call your house, and cooing at you as he tells you it's all right--it's not all right, he keeps messing up their plans--but Billy has to begrudgingly go along with it as they stash the costumes and knives to go play prince to your damsel in distress.

and imagine if you have a boyfriend--some dickhead that doesn't know his ass from his elbow, whose antics you tolerate despite being so out of his league. Stu has a very obvious crush on you but Billy broods a lot over it, and despite wanting to torment you with killing both of you at the same time, the two of them can't help it and end up slaughtering your little side piece while you're not around to watch. he can't explain it, he just wanted him gone. something dark stirred in him whenever he watched that asshole brag about how much of a bimbo you were or the size of his dick--if only he could make him watch when he and Stu got ahold of you, and finally made you scream.

but that has to come second to the main plan. killing you is what really matters. gutting you, flaying you open like a fish, standing over you as you choke on your own blood....it should make him feel more excited, but for some reason it doesn't. not when it's you. it's less enticing the better he gets to know you, and after awhile he wants to kill you just cause you're so damn irritating; taking up his thoughts and muddling his feelings and shit. really, he should just break into your house at night, fuck you while you're still half-asleep, and stab you before you even know what's happening. but he won't and it sucks cause he kinda likes you. he's got a crush. fucking embarrassing.

soooo....he just takes it out on you when he and Stu finally get you at the perfect moment. there's a party at Stu's house and everyone's left by around 2 am, drunk and falling over themselves as they bid farewell and head home for the night. everyone except for you, who's passed out on Stu's couch completely drunk because of--you guessed it--peer pressure. you barely even open your eyes when Stu flops down on top of you, giggling stupidly with a hand up your shirt as he kisses your sleepy lips. Billy's already pissed that his best friend made you drink so much cause you can't even fight back now, where's the fun in that? he wanted to feel you kick and squirm and cry as he held you down, but at least you're pliable enough that they don't have to wait. silver linings, he supposes. at least your little pink panties are cute. did you wear them for somebody, or are they just something you feel pretty in? the two of them toss them between each other while you lay barely conscious, and Billy mocks him for sniffing them so much before stuffing them in his own back pocket like a hypocrite. he'll use them to get off later when he's thinking about this before bed.

honestly, he wants to prove to himself that he can hurt you. he's a cold-blooded killer! a psycho! yet somehow some little cutesy whore is the obstacle that stands between him and his requisite bloodletting. killing you is like a mountain to climb for him, but every time he tries to scale it, it grows steeper. he planned on just taking what he wanted from you and leaving you with some nasty bruises to cry about in the morning, but his body has other ideas--he takes his time, he kisses you, rubs your clit to watch you shake and for those drunken mewls to slip out of your mouth. he gets into it a little too deep and mutters into your ear things that you won't remember; "you're so fucking cute", "gonna make it feel good", "bet you love this, huh?" and all manner of filth while Stu gets handsy and tongues at you between your legs. their plans fall through again and you survive the night, but does he really care now? does it matter?

cause when you wake up, you won't remember most of what happened. but you're pretty sure something did, and instead of relishing in your pathetic tears Billy takes the chance to comfort you. some random guys took advantage of you while you were drunk? it's okay. he's here. Stu's here too. they'll protect you, won't they? they're your closest friends by this point, and you're just so vulnerable you need someone to take care of you--that's what Billy insists, anyways, wanting to solidify that thought while you're in such a fragile headspace. you just have to trust them implicitly. drink whatever they give you and do whatever they tell you to. listen to them and only them and take their advice, they know what's best for you. that's what friends are for.

[lycheedr3ams]

I would cut my hands off just so you could hold them forever (Taming You Part 2)

Summary: part 2 of my Taming You series (if you don't like this, just scroll past, it's that easy) CW: obsessive!konig x fem!reader, depictions of self-harm, bleeding, konig is kinda crazed and lovesick, mentions of stalking, dark content (konig does NOT cut his hands off don't worry), DDDNE *title from a lyric in my favorite song Night Riders by Ja¥en X District & Sinxi

DO NOT DO THIS IRL EVER. THIS IS ONLY FOR FANTASY!

im really nervous posting this, this is seriously just for fiction. if you don't like it just scroll past. this type of fic is for mature people. also minors fuck off

you had finally had enough of konig's toxicity. you told him plainly: that things were done between you two. he tilted his head in confusion, like a dog that doesn't understand what was said. you never thought konig's confusion could be so unnerving as you felt chills run down your spine.

"nein." he replied.

now it was your turn to tilt your head. "what? what do you mean, no?"

konig's voice became guttural, and his eyes became dark and focused, as he uttered that single word: "nein."

you glanced away for a moment, unsure of how to handle his reaction. you thought he would've screamed at you, or threatened to lock you away somewhere, but he just said "no."

"I can't be with you anymore konig, I'm not happy." you explained to him.

konig's throat rumbled as he processed your words, almost as if he were growling. it wasn't the growl that phased you - that was a normal thing for him - it was instead what he said next.

"I would bleed for you, mädchen. I would do anything for you. I would cut my own hands off so you could always hold them, if you wanted me to."

"don't-" you stammered unsure of what you just heard, "don't cut anyone's hands off, including your own. just give me some space for a while."

"nein."

...

despite konig saying he wouldn't give you space, you saw less and less of him as the days went on. after a week, you thought you had finally gotten rid of him, until someone knocked on your door at near midnight one random weekday.

you peered through the little hole in your door to see konig's hunched form, and you swore you saw something red on his shirt. your eyes widened and you opened the door. "what the hell happened to you?"

konig stared at you with wide eyes, blinking slowly for a moment. he then held out his arms, his long-sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbows. your stomach churned when you saw his arms: cuts lined them, dripping with blood, falling onto the floor outside your door.

"I'm bleeding for you, mädchen. please let me in."

you wanted to slam the door right in his face, but with the amount of blood that was falling onto the floor, you couldn't turn him away. you ran to the bathroom to get an old towel and wrapped them around his arms as you ushered him into your apartment. you sat konig down on your couch, and thought in the back of your mind that he had never been so compliant before.

"what is wrong with you?" you asked as you disinfected his wounds with an alcohol wipe. the pile of bloody wipes was building as you cleaned more wounds than you had originally thought.

"needed to see you. show you how much I love you," he stated plainly, not even caring about his blood loss.

you shook your head as you began to bandage his wounds. konig relished the feeling of your soft fingers on his skin, caring for him as he always wanted. "if you wanted to see me that badly, you should've just called."

"nein," he said. "I wanted you to see that I mean it. I will bleed for you. I need you."

you sighed and cleaned up the bloody wipes and bandage wrappers, throwing them away, hoping to forget this ever happened. you sat down next to konig, and he looked at you with wide, soft eyes, and you nearly lost your breath because he had never looked at you like that. you told yourself that your heart would be stone for him, but his eyes melted your heart. and the worst part was, konig was genuine. this was no master-minded manipulative display of vulnerability to get you back.

you sighed again.

"what is it, Süßes Mädchen?" konig asked softly.

your eyes pleaded with him as he called you that. he knew those two words always made you feel weak. "konig, don't do this to me."

"don't do what to you?" he gently lifted your face with his index finger, his thumb gently pressing against your chin.

"this," you muttered.

konig got closer to you, his warm breath gently fanning over your face. "do you want me to stop?"

now it was your turn.

"no."

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Locked in with a monster

KTOBER DAY 1 - tentacles

Paring: Felix X tentacle monster

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: monster r4pe, sub!felix, tentacles, this is fucked up, kinda DDDNE??

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Felix finds himself waking up in an abandoned cabin that he’s never seen before. The floor and walls are covered in rusty wooden planks, some have nails sticking out; indicating that this cabin hasn’t been lived in or used for years probably, and even if it was who would have nails sticking out of their floor boards? That’s just death waiting to happen. Felix walks over to what seems like a door, he tries to push it open but he can’t, it’s like something’s blocking it from the other side, because there’s certainly no lock it seems like. “Hello?” He calls out, trying to see if he can get a response, maybe someone or something else is in here with him. But all he can hear is his voice echo back to him.

“Anybody here? Can someone please come let me out?” He tries to call out again, still no response. He decides to look around the room again. He notices something strange, there’s a pink gooey substance seeping out from one of the floor boards, he attempts to lift it up, but it won’t budge. It seems like he’s stuck here until whoever owns the cabin comes and lets him out. Felix decides to take his clothes off and use them to make a makeshift bed for him to sleep on, maybe after a rest he’ll figure out a solution or, hopefully wake up from this nightmare of being trapped in a wooden box with no windows. Felix looks around the cabin again and decides that everything looks pretty normal.

There’s no sign of life anywhere, so if nobody was living in this place then why had they left it to be forgotten? He decided to wait awhile in case somebody does show up. If anybody did then at least he might have a chance at getting help. If anyone doesn’t… then he’s fucking screwed. He lies down on his pile of clothes and begins to rest, praying that this is all just a bad dream, it can’t be real right? he feels like he’s trapped in a horror movie.

while he’s sleeping he hears a creak from under the flood boards but he brushes it off like it’s nothing since he already called out 2 times before and he got no answer. he attempts to sleep again. later that night Felix wakes up to feel something slimy wrap around his thighs, making its way closer and closer to his softened crotch. “w..wh-?” he gasps in confusion, letting out a scream as the strange substance lifts him up in the air, it looks like tentacles, identical to the tentacle monsters you see in hentai or porn games. Felix continues to squirm, screaming and struggling against whatever is holding him up.

He can’t move, he can’t breathe, he can’t do anything as the tentacle monster raises him above the ground, he looks down and sees another one coming up behind him, creeping it’s way towards his ass. “n-no! stop!” he begs and whines as one of the tentacles wraps itself around his dick, pumping it and squeezing it enough to make it feel like his cocks going to fall off, he moans out uncomfortably as the other monster enters his asshole, thrusting inside of his delicate hole. his eyes fill with tears from how painful it is, he wants to get rid of it, but he’s trapped and he’s not strong enough to fight against them.

it begins thrusting even harder inside of him, Felix cries out as he feels his hole tear slightly, watching as the blood drips down from his ass to the ground. the one around his dick begins to squeeze even harder. He feels like he’s going to die. he’s going to die getting raped by some fantasy looking tentacle monsters. he screams out as another of the tentacles starts sliding inside him, stretching his hole as far it goes. his whole body feels like it’s about to burst open with how much pressure is being forced into his asshole.

Felix closes his eyes and screams out as his ass tears, he feels like he’s dying, what if he is slowly dying? he doesn’t want his friend to remember him as ‘the guy who got raped to death by literal tentacles’.

“NO STOP! PLEASE! NO!” he begs for the strange beings to stop, but once again, they don’t budge. another one enters his ass and fucks it so hard his stomach bursts open, the tentacle ripping him apart pulling out his intestines as it slowly reaches his other end, not long after for Felix, everything turns red and then it turns black.

[cherrymooshroom]

Billy lenz x mean and pervy chubby! Reader

An: Saw a post about not enough mean/crazy/pervy/wildin' out reader fics so here! Lets slut the fuck out some gross attic man! I'm not much of a domme, but the attic man makes me wanna bully him until he cries then slap him after. Yeah this is all sleep deprived horny for the sex pest, I'm not sorry.

Rating: M

Warnings: DDDNE Aftercare so didn't work here and iT feels wrong as a hardcore BDSM slut XD, kinda rapey/dubcon & noncon mentioned (Billy wants to fuck you but not like this and he's a total predator as in the movie. We love to bully our fave sex pest) degredation, dacryphilia, biting kink, creampie, overstimulation (poor billy), borderline bullying, typical slasher level threats of violence and harm. Reader is 100% not a great person here, but realistically Billy is an actual sexual predator who's been stalking and sexually harassing reader so... Yeah. I wrote this quick af and barely if at all grammar checked so... Enjoy the filth, bitches!

You have a reputation as a total bitch around campus. You're not, you have plenty of moments, sure, but you're not out kicking puppies and burning down orphanages.

You just HATE people and have no fucking patience for them when they fuck around. So, if a guy makes a sexist comment, you cuss him out and belittle him until he cries. If a girl tries to harass you, you find a way to absolutely ruin her God complex, popularity, reputation and so on.

No one can ruin a life better than you can on campus, and you're proud of that. People leave you alone, knowing that.

It gets boring.

Que creepy attic sex pest constantly calling and jerking off in said calls while you attempt to bully and shame him.

"Who is this? Ew, are you jerking off?! What kind of fucking pig are you? What? Did mommy not love you enough?" You snarl through the reciever and an honestly adorable, desperate squeal left the pervert.

"Shut up! I'll gut you and play with your-"

"Aw! So mommy loved you TOO much, huh? Now you need to jerk off while threatening women? What- did mommy make you hate anyone with tits, you little slut?"

And right as you say that he lets out the ugliest, cutest, most desperate sound you've ever heard in your life. It has your thighs clenching and your lips pulling into a smile.

Before you can say anything else to bully him he hangs up in utter shame and anger. He was sure he'd win.

Billy never had a victim sass him like that, let alone get that fucked up with it.

You bullied him too much, you made him cum early :( he wanted to hear you panic and beg.

And just like that he's obsessed with you. The other girls in the sorority stop getting creepy calls as much, and he seems to wait until you're home alone.

"This is-"

"*whiny moan* f-fucking pig slut! Keep-" You cut him off with an annoyed, bored groan. This was getting repetitive and boring at this point, after a few months of listening to him jerk off and bullying him for it. You'd be lying if you said it didn't fuel your own masturbation sessions. He just sounded so pitiful.

"Oh! It's fucking you again!? You know, at this rate you might as well come try to fuck me. You keep threatening me, I'm sure you'll just cream your pants and run like a little bitch. Or maybe you'll kill me after so I can't laugh at you, huh?" You coo mockingly and he lets out a desperate, broken moan. One that... Seems to echo down the stairs. "Are you in my fucking bedroom!?" You snarl and slam the phone down, bolting for your room.

You come slamming into your room and see a brunette man, well muscled and tall, laying on your bed, the phone in your room was tossed to the floor as he rushed to pull his pants back on. "You fucking freak!" You snarl and punch him dead in the jaw, stunning him for a moment. Honestly, it's all the time you need to grab the handcuffs from your bedside table to bind him to your bed frame.

When his ears stop ringing from your mean punch, he realizes you're touching his dick. "Fuck! You must be a complete freak, it's all raw and sensitive. You spend all day creeping on us and jerking off?" You mumble softly, caressing the veins along his shaft, making poor Billy gasp and whine.

"Piggy slut! Let me-" You slap him hard and yank his hair.

"Yeah yeah. 'Let me lick it!' Yada yada. You better be a mind-blowing fuck for all the shit you talk." You sass and start jerking him off. Billy is in complete shock, poor thing, this has never happened before. Usually women scream and run, they don't restrain and molest him! "Honestly I'm impressed." You coo before suddenly biting his neck, leaving bloody bitemarks.

Billy moans loudly and bucks his hips as your teeth sink into his neck, his red, swollen tip leaking even more thick, sticky precum.

"F-fucking slut! Let me go-"

"No, you make cute sounds. Sound like a dying pig, squealing and whining like that. It's kinda cute in a gross, ugly way. I expected you to have a shrimp dick, but you're kinda big." You admit a bit excitedly, eyeing his cock a bit longer.

He whines and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. He's never been touched willijgly by a woman and it's fucking with his head. His thoughts are swimming, his head feels fuzzy and his hips are already going numb. "P-please!" He whines and you smile coldly.

"Aw, what? You gonna cum this quick? There it is, you're a quick shot, huh? Get a little attention on your slutty cock and your brain melts?" You coo and start kissing and sucking hickeys onto his sweaty skin. His sweater is clearly not helping his case, but you can tell he's also just... Very easy to overwork. "What, you a virgin outside of whatever your parents did to fuck you up? Never had a woman WANT to fuck you?"

And just like that, Billy lets out the most pathetic, whiny, pleading squeal you've ever heard in your life. His dick throbs and jumps as his cum spurts out with startling intensity, a lot, too. He's shaking and moaning with tears in his eyes as you stroke him, his hips rocking and bucking desperate to get you to stop.

"N-no! 'S not... Fair. Wanna ruin you, wanna break- Mmph!?" He's already so fucked out from just a handjob he didn't notice you stand and strip off your clothes until you cut off his whines by shoving his mouth against your soaked cunt, your chubby thighs muffling any of his attempts at begging you to stop. One taste of you has him eagerly eating you out, Billy is a complete slut for some good pussy, even if all the good pussy he's had wasn't consensual. This is... Way more than he was mentally prepared for. He doesn't get assaulted, he does it... So why is he desperately eating out your pussy- like if he did a good job you'd be nice and praise him- the taste of you makes him even more obsessed with you, and he's already hard again despite just cumming.

You don't stop for a while, or rather, you don't let him stop until his tongue is sore and he's literally sobbing and begging you to ride his cock, to just let him cum again. Considering how much he worked you to orgasm with his tongue, you decide to bully him even more by riding him until he's shaking and sobbing, incapable of thoughts.

"Fuck- Now I want-" You grumble and move to straddle him, slamming yourself down until he's balls deep inside your soaked, tight cunt. "Ugh, there we go. For such a useless fucking rat you sure do have a nice long, fat cock." You mumble, enjoying the stretch and the way his dick head pressed into your cervix before bracing yourself on his shoulders and bouncing on his cock.

He's moaning and whining under you, thrashing and bucking up into you as he sobs in pleasure. His eyes are glassy and fucked out, obviously deep into some kind of subspace. "Yeah, you just want a woman who'll treat you like the useless fucktoy you are, huh? Just wanna put this big, useless cock to work? Wanna get milked like a fuckin' cow, huh?" He let out a little sob and nodded eagerly, trying to kiss you, which you immediately backhanded him for, earning a fucked out sob. "Be a good fuck toy and maybe I'll give you a kiss."

You keep going for hours, cumming on his cock, forcing Billy to cum balls deep inside you before immediately picking up the pace and chasing another orgasm for yourself, ignoring his fucked out, overestimated begging and sobbing for you to stop. "What? Can't keep up? Fucking bitch, 's what you are. Keep this nice dick hard so I can him again, you useless fucking freak." You snarl and wrap your hands around his thick, muscled throat, making him moan and shudder.

"Warm cunt... Good- Fuck~" He managed to squeak out as you keep riding him. "'S too much. It hurts." He whines out between sobs and you smile cruelly, cooing at him mockingly.

"Aw, poor baby! Does your cock hurt?" You chirp sweetly in a baby voice and he nods pathetically, nuzzling and kissing your neck and shoulders.

"'M sorry! T-trying- aah!" He tries to continue but you speed up, making his legs shake and body jerk. "Please- please! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck- 'm gonna cum again!" He whines and starts to jerk and buck like he's cumming, but you've milked him dry, nothing comes out of his poor abused cock. His desperate moans and bucks send you into another orgasm.

You finally stop and stand up, rubbing your clit a few times to soothe yourself before slapping him hard across the face with a dark expression. "Thanks slut!" You chirp before heading for the shower, leaving him bound" fucked out and messy at the foot of your bed.