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Do It Again
Request
Around 2500 words
Dark theme, birth denial, clothing birth
I took deep breaths as I slid the dildo inside of me, the soft vibrations taking my mind off the contractions. Hopefully this would help me get through my last shift.
I put on 2 pairs of tight panties over the top to ensure the dildo stayed in place. This baby was not being born today I needed that bonus from work too badly.
The bus station came into my sight but the bus was already there
"Shit! Please wait!" I shouted and started a slow jog up to it but the driver shut the door.
"Please!" I waved and shouted but the bus drove off.
A contraction rushed through my stomach and I quickly ducked into an ally as I doubled over, I pulled my phone out and turned the vibrator up needing something to ease the pain.
I started to walk very quickly so I wouldn't be late.
I got to work 5 minutes before my shift started. I rushed to put my coat and bag in my locker, the movement of the stairs moving the dildo inside of me making my moan quietly to myself.
Just 7 hours and I could go home and give birth. I clocked in and went to the shop floor.
The store manager, John, came up to me after a while of stacking shelves.
"Could you get something from the top shelf for me sweetheart?" He smirked as he asked looking me up and down.
I nodded and walked towards the isle, grabbing a step stool on the way. I carefully made my way up and reached towards the back of the top shelf, the stretching movement allowing the baby to drop down. I groaned a little, focusing on the task.
He chuckled to himself as I felt his hand press against my vagina, I gasped as the dildo went deeper, pushing through my dilating cervix.
"Oh my god!" I said breathlessly. I looked around for help but the isle was empty. He pushed the dildo so far into my cervix I felt the vibrations in my stomach. I doubled over holding the shelves to keep me up.
"I could fuck that baby out of you sweetie, I'll take good care of you. You better keep quiet if you want the bonus." He whispered into my ear as he reached inside my trousers pushing deeper through the panties.
The stretch of the dildo in my cervix made my eyes water.
"Come with me baby." He pulled me down from the stool. I was in a haze of shock, pleasure and pain as he lead me to the entrance of the store.
He told the front of store staff he was taking me to the hospital as I was in labour. They nodded and wished me luck before going back to their work.
He led me out to his car, it was small and only had two doors, he opened the passenger door and pulled the seat forward telling me to get in the back.
"I won't be able to fit in there." I panted, there was no room in the back, both front seats pushed back as much as they could be.
"Get in, it's the back seats or the trunk." He grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.
I took my time to climb through the small gap, gasping when I felt the baby flail around in my stomach when the manager slapped my ass, the dildo digging in hard.
"Good girl." He said when I was finally in. He slammed the door.
I tried to move my legs so I could spread them, there was an ache deep inside me, needing relief from the pressure I kept trying but I was so restricted from my tight pants and the lack of space back here.
John finally got in and started his car.
"Please take me to the hospital." I panted rubbing my stomach as a contraction hit me.
"We're going sweetheart don't you worry!" He chuckled and set off. "Put your seatbelt on." He warned, looking at me through the rear view.
I reached and pulled it around me, it was incredibly tight around my stomach. He seemed pleased with this and got on the highway.
The vibrations inside me were steadily increasing, my hips bucking from the seat searching for friction. John chuckled and I saw my phone in his hand, he was controlling it. He turned it up full and threw it in the seat next to him.
My hips were bucking faster, moving the dildo deeper inside of me, I put my hand inside my pants, reaching for it to pump it in and out of me but I could no longer feel it it was so deep inside me.
I whimpered and rubbed my clit, searching for any kind of release.
All of a sudden John slammed his breaks on, the seatbelt tightening around my stomach so hard the air left my lungs.
I felt something trickling out of me, wetting the seat underneath me.
"No..." I pulled my hand out and it was wet.
"Ah your water! Don't worry, when we get where we're going you won't need it." He said and turned into his drive.
He pulled me out the car, and into his house.
"Let's look at what's going on down here sweetie." He pushed me to lay on his couch and pulled my jeans off and removed my pants, he inserted the length of his thumb inside of me behind the dildo, forcing it through my cervix once again. I felt the baby move in my stomach.
He slid the dildo out after a few extra rough pumps. There was a pop of amniotic fluid on the exit.
I took the opportunity to push, John grabbed my legs behind my knees and pushed them up to my stomach, seemingly aiding my pushing.
"That's it, push hard!" He pushed down on my stomach forcing the head through my cervix with such force my head was spinning.
He did the same again and the head moved rapidly through my birth canal.
A contraction took over and forced me to bear down, the head coming to my opening. John chuckled and pushed my legs apart further as he pushed on my stomach.
I screamed at the speed all this was happening, pressure hitting me from all directions.
Fluid spurted out of me around the stretch of the head and there was a sudden and forceful pop as the head shot out.
"That's it!" He gave a forceful shove to my stomach and pushed my knees so they were by my shoulders.
"Agghhh!! No! Please stop!" I begged him reaching down to touch the baby he was forcing out of me.
The shoulders pop out next and the baby arms come out next, leaving it half out of me.
John let's go of my legs and sighs.
"Silly me! I forgot I had some stuff to do today!" He chuckled to himself. "I'm so forgetful." He said has he pushed the baby's arms back inside of me.
"No John please!" I cried as he pushed the shoulders and head back inside me, he does this until the baby is forced back into my womb.
"Doesn't that just feel better!" He smiled, "It's a shame your water broke, it would be safer in there with some protection." He stood there thinking to himself for a second.
The urge to push slowly creeping up on me.
He left the room for a few seconds, reaching something in the kitchen.
I didn't have the energy to get up and move, I wanted to run away so badly.
He returned with a funnel with a long tube and a 2 litre bottle of water.
"I'm just going to make it like your water never broke!" He smiled, saying it like it was simple.
He grabbed my legs and walked behind the sofa with them making me fall back and hit my head on the floor.
"Gotta have gravity keep the water in!" He chuckled and spread my legs, I put my hands on the floor to support my head.
"Please John! Don't do this I need to push!" I beg as he slid the tube inside me with his fingers.
He held the funnel up and poured the cold water in.
I gasped and tried to wriggle away but he was holding my legs too tightly.
"Yeah, this is a cold one isn't it! I only had water in the fridge!" He laughed and emptied the entire 2 litres into my womb. The stretch felt unbearable but not as bad as the cold feeling.
He finally put the funnel down and pushed something big inside me.
"Ow no!" I gasped as I felt some liquid spill out of me because of how much he had poured in.
His mouth connected with my clit before I could process anything else.
I moaned and arched my back best I could with the full feeling.
He licked and nibbled on my clit, a hand reaching round to my breast. He rubbed my nipple through the fabric.
"John!" I moaned and cried out as I came, clamping down on whatever he had pushed inside me.
He quickly shut my legs and forced some very tight underwear up before wriggling my jeans back on me.
"There you go! It's like it never happened!" He pulled me up to standing.
The weight of all the water in my stomach nearly pulled me over. I rubbed my hands over it.
"It's nearly doubled in size." John commented, "if you're a good girl and do what I say I'll drink from you, you're so full of milk." He reached to grab my breasts.
A groan left my mouth as the baby flailed around in my stomach, my nipples aching for some stimulation.
"Please, I need to push, the water is too much!" I cried.
"We're going to do some errands, the vibrations will get more intense whenever I want them to." He opened the app on his phone and hit the max setting making me gasp as I got close to climaxing around the dildo.
"John!" I moaned, I rubbed my clit over the tight jeans and moaned as the orgasm hit me, my legs shook with the pleasure.
"See, I'll make you feel good if you're a good girl." John purred in my ear.
He turned the vibrations down and pulled me toward the stairs.
“Let’s get you a new top, this ones covered in milk.” He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, that alone let a fresh flood of milk out.
He pulled my top over my head and threw it on the couch, he then reached round to unhook my bra leaving my top half fully exposed.
His fingers flicked over my nipples, the sensation brought on another contraction instantly.
“Owwwwww-! John please!” I tried to squat down but the weight of my stomach would allow it.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He stood behind me and pushed me slowly towards them, it took my a deep breath to lift my leg and get on the first step.
“This can’t take all day!” John reminded me. By the fourth step a contraction took over me and I was pushing, John tutted and pulled my body down into a squat.
The pressure made my body ache. I crawled up the rest of the stairs and finally made it to his room.
He gave me a shirt but before I could slip it on, he latched onto my nipple, sucking and drinking from me.
I moaned and gripped his hair.
I gasped as I felt a little dribble of cold water run down my thigh. I must be dilating around the dildo.
He covered me with the T-shirt and made me face the stairs again. More cold water ran down my thighs as I had to stop to push. We got outside eventually and he opened the trunk of his car.
“Do you need help getting in?” I moved to get in, it was a tight fit.
“If that baby’s out by the time I open the trunk I’ll force it back inside of you and you won’t give birth for a month!” He threatened and slammed the boot shut.
The force of the slam hit the top of my stomach, the pressure knocking the air out of me.
My legs were left open, in a birthing position. It made the vibrations feel so much more intense when he turned them up full!
I moaned as more water escaped.
We were driving for what felt like an hour. He finally pulled over and I heard him on the phone, his voice faded and 30 minutes later I was struggling to hold on.
I undid my pants and wiggled them down, only able to get them to my hips, my thighs spread too wide to go any lower.
I reached in the panties and pulled the dildo hard, it hit my panties and slid right back in.
“Fuck!!” That felt so good. I did it a few more times until I came around it.
I then pushed my pants to the side and with a strong push, the dildo came out of me, along with floods and floods of water!
The baby’s head shot down so quick it blocked most of the water from coming out.
“Oh god!” I moaned as the head was at my opening ready to crown.
I felt the head pushed down lower as a contraction hit through my stomach
I gripped the back of my thighs and pulled up towards my stomach as I pushed hard.
A scream left my throat as the head reached a full crown in my underwear. I looked around for something to cut the pants with, I can’t pull them any lower.
I find an old pair of scissors and start to cut down from the zipper, I just get to the front when I need to push again.
“Fuck!” I pull my legs up as much as I could and pushed, the head inching out slowly.
I quickly cut the rest of the pants and felt the baby’s head, half out of me and I push, birthing the head into my hands.
A gush of water escaped around the head.
I was mid push when the trunk opened and John took in what was happening.
He chuckled as I begged for him to leave me alone.
“I’m gonna let you give birth, then I’m going to push it back in, so you can do it again.” He pulled me out the trunk roughly and dragged me into the field we were parked in.
The baby dropping lower inside me with each step.
“She’s going to fall onto the floor!” I screamed as the urge to push took over.
John pushed me to the floor I landed on my stomach, the force alongside the pushing forced my baby out of me, the water gushed from me.
The crying made a sigh of relief leave me.
John picked the baby up and started pushing its feet back inside me.
“I’ll leave its head out. Now do it again.” He chuckled.
#birth kink#giving birth#birth denial#pushingbabybackin#water breaking#birth story#clothing birth#inconvenient birth#refill#dark theme#force labour#crowning
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I have a really kind and weak soul... for you....
#red and black#red aesthetic#red#red theme#red art#red tumblr#red text#red post#red velvet#red picture#red core#redcore#red color#red and black aesthetic#black and red aesthetic#dark theme#dark aesthetic#dark art#dark red#darkaesthetic#darkcore#sad quote#sadness#sad poetry#sad quotes#sad thoughts#deep feelings#deep thoughts#i'm weak#i miss you
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Teachers pet
Summary: your professor has interest in you.
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader
Warning: 18+ dark themes, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
From day one, he had his eyes on you. He didn’t give a fuck if you were his student. You were pure. Untouched. Something he craved.
And when he asked you to go to a cafe with him as a “friendly gesture” you didn't hesitate to say yes and jump on the opportunity. After that, you noticed that your grade in his class went up a significant amount. When you asked about it he said your work was very inspirational.
You and Steve, he asked you to please call him Steve as it felt like you two were good friends,
You didn’t think any of it as he didn't ask for anything and he rarely asked you questions like any guy who was interested in you would ask.
You were oblivious about everything and that turned him on. Every night he would jerk off of the thought of your pretty plumped lips around his cock. He’d even get hard in class while you chewed your pencil eraser.
One particular day he asked you to stay after class.
“ I have a question,” he said, at first you thought this was about your homework or something but then he asked “Would you like to go out with me,”
You were shocked at his question, “that’s inappropriate Steve, I’m sorry but I’m your student and your my teacher, it better if we’re just friends,” you told him. You wouldn’t lie he wasn’t ugly but you liked this class and you wouldn’t jeopardize it.
Steve was taken aback, his face showed no emotion but deep down he was pissed. When he didn’t say anything you spoke,
“Steve?”
“It’s Professor Rogers,” his tone was strict.
You wouldn’t lie that it didn’t hurt a little, you didn’t say anything more and left when he said you should leave.
You were surprised when your grade dropped to a D- when it was at an A. And when you told him about it he said that you were doing a bad job and that u need improvement and that the school gives out free tutor lessons. You were hurt, and you had sensitive feelings which didn't help your case.
A couple of days later you couldn't help but notice he was giving a lot of attention to a girl in the same class as you. He would ask her to stay after class almost every day and when you went to the cafe where they share their WiFi with students you’d see them together.
You were supposed to be a good girl just like your mother always told you but you couldn’t help but feel envy. The treatment he is giving her he was giving it to you.
You were so emotional that it started to affect you. So you stopped going to his classes altogether.
He noticed. when you heard a knock on your small apartment door you didn't think any of it. When you opened it there he was. You were stunned when you were about to ask what he was doing here he let himself in.
“I've missed you, sweetheart” he looked around your apartment examining it.
“I'm sorry sir but you have to leave now’s not a good time,” you practically mumbled.
He groaned at the name you given him. “Say that again it makes me hard,”
You almost gasped, what is wrong with him you thought. He walked past you, and instead of walking out he closed the door and locked it. Now you were scared. He removed his jacket and made his way towards you.
“What are you-” he shushes you. His hands make it around your waist you tried to take his hands off of you but he was too strong. He pulled you in and took a long sniff of your hair. You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
He made his way toward your neck but he stopped at your ear. “Make one fucking noise and I will kill you,” he whispered it to you.
You were shocked that you didn't feel him biting and kissing your sweet spots on your neck.
He lead you to your room, you suspected he’s been here before because he didn’t ask where it was.
“You don’t know how much control you have over me,” he pushed you on the bed, you quickly tried to run away but he pulled your hair yanking you back.
He undid your clothes when he had you right under him while he straddled you to keep you in place. He then shed his own clothes. Everything was happening so fast you didn’t react until his tip was teasing your folds. You were about to scream on the top of your lungs he covered your mouth and nose. You tried to get him off but he didn’t budge one bit. You panicked once you realized what he was doing, which made you run out of oxygen faster.
As you were about to black already seeing black dots he finally let you breathe. But he didn’t stop there he gave you a hard smack on your face. You felt the sting and heat of it instantly.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said harshly. Seconds later he thrusted into you, as he stretched your walls you felt the pain as he didn’t let you adjust.
“I know you love this you little slut,” he spat in your face, when you finally adjusted after a few for thrusts you soon felt some type of pleasure. You bit your tongue to keep your moans in.
It felt like forever when you tried to close your eyes and think of something else he would snack you hard. You tried begging him but it only turned him on more.
You suddenly started to feel a knot in your stomach. “I-I need to pee,” you choked out but he didn’t stop.
You couldn’t hold in your moan when you climaxed and that almost sent Steve over the edge. You thought he was gonna come but he didn’t stop.
You came another time and another and another and so on until your choked on your sobs and begged him to stop.
He buried his face into your neck as he came groaning. You hoped he would leave but his cock stayed right in you as he moved to the side to spoon you. He kissed you on your head and put his heavy arm over you making it impossible for you to move. You were left stunned that whole night, processing what just happened.
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May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?
Missed - short (pt.3)
Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader
Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up
Reader description; Female/GN
Edited: No, Yes
Word count; 1k
TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.
Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!
“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”
The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.
A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.
It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.
You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.
The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.
“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.
“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.
“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.
“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”
“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.
Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.
You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.
She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.
After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.
“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”
She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.
Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.
Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”
She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.
Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.
Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.
You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.
“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.
Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.
After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.
“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.
“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”
Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”
Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”
You hum, “That’s great, baby.”
“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.
“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.
Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”
“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.
You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.
Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”
“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.
“...what do you think?”
“...is it a boy?”
You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.
A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.
Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.
If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.
You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.
For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.
For soon that will come to a crushing end.
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I WANNA GET HIM BACK.
#moodboard#dark moodboard#moodboard dark#grunge#dark theme#black moodboard#jungkook#jungkook bts#bts jungkook#moodboard jungkook#jungkook moodboard#moodboard bts#bts moodboard#bts#kpop icons#edgy moodboard#soft match layouts#kpop moodboard#soft packs#dark packs#bts smut#jungkook lq#jungkook icons#black carrd#carrd material#carrd inspo#carrd kpop#jungkook gif#emo moodboard#kpop
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That dark feel that makes a heart feel light.
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Gone
Part II
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader
Warnings: Drug abuse/overdose, (attempted) suicide, dark themes.
Word count: 743 words
Summary: You were having a breakdown when you decided you finally had enough. (You didn't die in this one... Or did you?)
a/n: I know I said I wasn't gonna post but I just had a burst of inspiration. This one is a bit dark so. Warnings are above. Also, Jenna isn't in this ch just yet but it will be a JennaxR fic. I also tried to make this realistic as possible (Im sure I failed). Anyways no beta, I hope ya'll enjoy!
Edited: Basically the old a/n said that this Jennas name wasnt mentioned in this chapter. My brain decided that it wasn't Jenna in this ch but someone else. Uhhh sorry for that but yeah!
You sat at the edge of your bed smiling as silent tears streaked down your face. These past few weeks had been hectic and overwhelming, and every single suppressed thing came crashing down on you.
“You aren’t good enough.”
“You’re a fucking failure.”
“You can’t even do shit right.”
“No one cares about you.”
“See? If they did care, they’d be here. Where are they?”
“You don’t even know what to do with your pathetic self”
“Fucking coward! Just tell someone,”
“If they knew, they wouldn't believe you. Look at how many times you’ve told them something only to be brushed off,”
Your body shook as you were racked with sobs, more tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t help but believe the voices.
With shaky hands, you reached forward, grabbing a bottle of pills on the nightstand. You read the label and warnings on the bottle.
“They’re not gonna miss you when you’re gone,”
“You’ve done nothing for them so, they’ll probably be glad that you’re gone,”
“It’s not like you mattered anyways. Your grades were always low, you’re the lazy one, you can’t even follow simple instructions!”
“Now look at you! Jobless laying around all day like you own the fuckin world!”
“You’re worthless! Ya fuckin disappointment!”
With trembling hands, you slowly grasped the cap of the bottle as you pressed down and slowly unscrewed it. You looked down at the pills bouncing around as you gently shook it, ruminating on what you should do next.
“You’re a disappointment”
A disappointment. That was all you were. Ever since you were a child, everyone’s expectations about you, including your own, was always high. While you did fine for most of your childhood years, these recent ones only got worse. You seemed to fail on anything that you do. Every fucking thing that you were told to do just wasn’t good enough.
“You’re worthless!”
Your hands trembled more and more as the voice kept echoing in your mind. The sound of the pills reaching your ears was barely enough to keep you grounded. Being told that you were worthless while seemingly trying harder than most was infuriating. You tried so hard to do everything in your power to be enough for them and yet they still didn’t appreciate you or your efforts.
With the final thought, you looked back down at the bottle before downing every single pill left inside. You swallowed what you could while spitting out the rest as air became a necessity. You fell forwards onto the floor in a coughing fit trying to get some air.
You sat on the floor with your back against a wall as you waited for the silent and peaceful bliss to arrive.
It was about 25 minutes later when you started to feel the effects of the drug. You felt as if the whole world was spinning (Technically it is) and your stomach felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. A few moments later, you began to feel drowsy despite the pain. You curled up into a fetal position, letting yourself drift off; Awake but not fully.
You were startled out of your trance as your phone began to ring. You blearily looked up before clumsily scrambling to get it. After a few minutes of trying you finally had the ringing phone in your hands. You read the name before you answered the phone, not registering who was calling.
“Hey y/n!” A feminine voice sounded through the phone.
You just groaned in response, feeling worse than before.
“Hey, you okay?” The girl asked in a worried tone.
You were about to speak when you audibly threw up, vomit spraying all over the place. You clutched your still aching stomach as you coughed, trying to rid your throat of vomit.
“Y/n! Are you okay? I’m gonna call the ambulance, try to stay awake!” The girl yelled through the phone, her voice clearly panicked.
You let out a loud groan as you let your body go limp, waiting for the suffering to end and the relief to begin.
It was a couple of minutes later when the ambulance arrived. By that time, you were laying on the vomit covered floor unresponsive with a hand clutching your stomach. The EMTs quickly got you onto a backboard as they moved you toward the ambulance. The flashing lights of the ambulance was the last thing you saw before you completely lost all consciousness...
#fanfiction#fanfic#jenna ortega#drugs cw#drug abuse#cw drugs#jenna x reader#jenna ortega x reader#jenna x y/n#jenna ortega x you#angst#dark theme#dont like dont read#sorry
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warning : tiny comfort, darker themes , little yandere behaviour , obsession , obsessed love , mutual love , little swearing , tiny mention of blood , nervousness , angst , love , kissing , touching eachother , nothing graphical in smut and blood , little drinking , blackmailing basically , open ending , make out, minors don't interact
Charlie Walker/Ghostface x fem reader
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The evening was dark and relatively cool when the small pling from her mobile phone made the eighteen-year-old look up. Glancing up from her homework and books, she picked up her phone and typed on the small screen.
It was a message from one of her friends. Party at the barn.Stabathon-free alcohol come over she read the message and sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to come. But the exam period was coming up and a party compared to the anger of her parents would be something she wanted to avoid.
On the other hand, a little fun and a little alcohol would be a deliberate distraction. And the old, big barn was not too far away. A short drive. A little fun never hurt she thought and decided to finish the sentence before changing.
The thought did cross her mind because of the murders that had been committed in the last few days. Actually, her parents had hung up an exit spear after eight o'clock in the evening. But she thought this was a bit exaggerated.
Uncertainty lay in her gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror. There are still other people here, said this little voice calling for a party. Suddenly the doubts were gone and the fun was there. She looked at herself again in the mirror a loose outfit not uncomfortable but not a looker either.
Simple and appropriate for a horror party. With another pling on her mobile phone she picked it up. Charlie is here too ;) she read the little extra message and a smile flitted across her lips. Charlie Walker, the acknowledged nerd of the group, film club leader and her crush.
Ever since she had seen him at Woodsboroo high school she couldn't get away from him. His friendly, cheerful manner when he talked about movies. How much he knew about movies, his whole being attracted her. Only the glow in his blue eyes when Kirby even spoke to him was something she noticed.
Kirby Reed she knew, no everyone knew that Charlie had a thing for the blonde. He seemed to be attached to her like a dog. She's just using him she thought after hearing this herself as the girls walked by. She knew the girls only briefly, most of all she had to do with Jill.
They had been assigned to several school projects together and even then they got along quite well. But now that she was already going to a party where Charlie was and not Kirby, she could take advantage of the situation. Maybe he'll notice me she hoped and opened her wardrobe again.
She had tried on everything from her normal everyday clothes to her pyjamas and communion dress. All except two things. ,,This is a bit extreme," she muttered and took the short leather skirt and the loose blood-red blouse out of the wardrobe. Holding the two items up, she pondered for a moment. ,,So what?" she decided and put on the clothes she had once bought for Halloween as a joke.
At that time she wanted to go as a hooker with all her friends just for fun. Teenage fantasy she thought and smiled as she turned in front of the mirror. The clothes just looked a lot better than they did a few years ago. It accentuated her curves, her legs were visible all the way up her thighs.
The red blouse made her décolletage clear. He's going to notice me she thought resolutely and grabbed her leather jacket before grabbing her mobile phone and car keys. Walking out of her room, she listened in on the house. She heard the sound of the television downstairs in the living room. A good sign.
Creeping slowly down the stairs, she peeked around the corner into the living room. Both asleep she thought happily as she heard her father snoring lightly and her mother snuggled up to him. Creeping along, she took the black high heels before taking her car key from the small key bowl and opening the door.
Pulling it quietly behind her, she hurried to her car and got in. ,,Done" she muttered in relief and started the engine before driving off towards Stabathon. The drive didn't take long - she was on the road for about ten minutes before she heard the relatively loud noises.
Parking the car, stuffing the key in her jacket pocket to her handy she headed for the barn. This looks good she thought and grinned when she saw all the decorations and slightly dressed up people. Even though her outfit definitely stood out from the others.
She didn't have a knife stuck in her chest, or a ghostface mask, or even the jacket of her football team. She was dressed relatively inconspicuously for the party. She tried to find her boyfriend but gave up after a few minutes.
Too many people with too many of the same costumes and too much alcohol. Looking around she finally found the bar with the drinks.
Heading for it, she found the alcohol in a large glass bowl before grabbing one of the red plastic cups. ,,Y/n the best animatress of our film club in her gorgeous outfit" she suddenly heard a voice next to her and jerked around. ,,You scared me Robbie," she said, shaking her head slightly.
Robbie was the second boss of the film club and Charlie's best friend. She knew he was recording her and it was being streamed live. ,,Don't do that," she said, taking the first sip of alcohol as he looked her up and down with his camera for the third time.
Defensively, he raised his hands and chuckled. ,,What? It's not often you come out like that, a real beauty," he said, but quickly fell silent as he heard the warning look from his classmate. ,,Thanks Robbie, you really are a gentleman" she said rolling her eyes and swearing inwardly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all.
She took another sip of the drink and was about to leave when Robbie walked around her and cut her off. ,,Sorry, I didn't mean that, come on, let me get you a VIP seat," he said with a smile and pointed to the stage. Nodding, she followed him and quickly arrived at a ladder leading to the upper area. ,,Are you serious straw?" she asked and took one of the stalks between her hands.
Before she threw it at him, which Robbie returned with a roll of his eyes. ,,No, go up and sit or stand on the railing so you can see everything," he said, seeming slightly excited as he looked at his watch. ,,Thanks" she murmured as he left to start the welcoming speech before she made her way upstairs. He's right, she thought, leaning against the wooden railing where she could see everything. A small smile flitted across her lips as she listened to their speech, paying more attention to Charlie than anything else.
Regardless, she took another sip of the alcohol and looked at the first staff for a while. Before she suddenly heard a creaking behind her. The creaking of wood, someone coming towards her. She put the cup down on the railing and spun around. She was already prepared for a prank in the worst case scenario.
To her surprise Charlie showed up. ,,Hi Charlie," she said, slightly surprised, and smiled at him. He was leaning against one of the stacked bales of straw. The white button-up shirt clung loosely to his torso. The grey shirt underneath which was slightly visible through the slightly open collar.
The long brown hair that always looked so soft to her. Almost fluffy. The small smile on his lips and the piercing look of his blue eyes. He was perfect. ,,Hey, I didn't think you were coming," he said, walking up to her before standing next to her.
She felt how nervous she was, how fast her heart suddenly beat, her fingers tangled in her skirt and she stared at him. ,,Yeah, me neither...well a friend texted me to come" she admitted and quickly looked away as he looked from the film to her.
In the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes pass over her form. He's looking at me, she thought excitedly and grinned slightly. ,,You think this stabbing is so funny?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice when he saw her smile. Protectively she put her hands up slightly, ,,No...I um just had to think of a joke" she said hastily and would have preferred to sink into the ground. He nodded slightly in disbelief and turned back to the film.
She continued to watch him and felt almost stupid after five minutes of endless waiting. Do something she urged herself, because one thing she couldn't do was flirt. Or even make a real move. She had once asked him if she should stay for the break to help with the club, or have a coffee. She had even asked him for homework, but at the last moment she withdrew her book with the note for a meeting.
The idea came from Jill and not even from her. ,,Hey, I've got to get back to Robbie's for the next film, see you later," he said suddenly, pushing himself slightly off the railing. ,,Um, yeah, have fun," she mumbled and would have liked to push herself down.
He had just disappeared behind the bales of straw and she was already thinking about finishing the alcohol before she plunged down when he suddenly reappeared. ,,Hey, if you're up for a little party at Kirby's house, why don't you come?" he said hurriedly and she called after him with a ,,I will, thank you!". It's at Kirby's...but he invited me she thought happily and decided to go in search of her friends again. Not knowing that the evening would be all the more exciting.
Not only had Gale turned up, but the real Ghostface and the sheriff were all here. But when the first shot was fired by Dewie, she had run outside with the crowd for fear of being arrested.
As well as becoming another victim of Ghostface. ,,What a night," she muttered as she started the engine and drove down the road to Kirby. Parking the car and getting out, she saw the lights on in the house.They must have left earlier she thought, her high heels clicking lightly on the street before she went inside.
The door was open. But after only a few steps inside she heard voices and a slight relief spread. ,,You knew the door was open, didn't you?" she asked as she walked in and looked into the faces of Robbie, Kirby, Jill and Charlie. Only the latter gave her a small smile. Almost as if he was relieved that she was here.
But she could have imagined that. ,,Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jill asked in surprise and stood up before pulling the other into a light hug. ,,Charlie invited me," she answered briefly and Robbie handed her a bottle of high-proof alcohol. ,,Drink to the survival of my masterpiece," the camera man ordered and she took a light sip. ,,Whatever I invited you...we're watching Stab Seven now," Charlie announced and took care of the film.
Jill sat back on the couch next to Kirby who hadn't said a word to the new girl. Robbie moved a few feet away to the kitchen and continued to complain, mumbling. And Y/n sat down on the left, on the other side of Charlie.
Not that she didn't want to be with him, but Kirby seemed to be looking at her with a look she knew too well. Get out of here, the blonde seemed to say. As best she could, she tried to ignore the look and took a few more sips of the alcohol.
A few minutes had passed and Stab was in full swing when she slowly felt the warmth in her body. She was not drunk if at all slightly tipsy but the warmth told her she had had enough for now.
Putting the bottle on the table, she took off her leather jacket and her red blouse stood out as an eye-catcher. ,,Someone has made herself pretty," she suddenly heard Kirby say. The blonde looked at her carefully and smiled charmingly. But there was annoyance in her eyes. ,,So what?" she asked back and raised an eyebrow before standing up.
Grabbing the bottle, she took another step towards Kirby. ,,Nothing...nothing the question is for whom?" she probed further and Y/n became more uncomfortable by the second. She didn't like the way the evening was going. ,,For no one but me," she countered and walked past the blonde to hand Robbie the bottle and grab a glass of water.
Walking back she just saw a shadow coming from the right before she bumped into someone coming in with firm steps. ,,Ouch...Trevor?" she said as she stumbled back slightly from the force of the older and taller man. Surprise showed on everyone's faces as the one they didn't think was coming appeared. ,,Great" she muttered and looked at the stain of water on her blouse.
Right in the area of her bust and the black lace of her bra pressed against it. ,,The bathroom is upstairs," Robbie said, averting his gaze from her and his camera. ,,Peeping Tom" Y/n muttered, slightly annoyed, and went up the stairs. A few moments later she heard Jill leaving with Trevor, looking for her mobile phone, and Robbie going out onto the terrace. Only Kirby and Charlie stayed behind.
Finding herself in a house and hallway with endless doors, she was baffled. ,,Just great" she mumbled before sighing and opening one door after the other which seemed to take forever. How rich is she? she asked herself when she found the third guest room and the second walk-in wardrobe. Before she finally found the bathroom with another door. Turning on the light she grabbed one of the towels and tried to dry it somehow.
She wanted to avoid walking around in a visible bra all evening. Taking the towel off her clothes, the stain had only receded slightly. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bra was still slightly visible on closer inspection, but otherwise it was fine.
Leaning on the sink, she ran her hand through her hair. Did he even look at me? she asked herself and decided to go back downstairs. The evening was not over yet, even though she could hardly hear any sounds coming from downstairs. Walking down the corridor she suddenly heard a creaking sound like a door.
Looking around, she saw that a door to the guest room was slightly open. Did Jill go in there? she asked herself and decided to check. She hoped it was Jill or just a pet and not a stupid prank by Kirby.
That was the last thing she wanted. She opened the door a little wider and slipped inside before taking a few steps inside and standing in the middle of the room. ,,Hello?" she asked into the darkness but got no answer.
Suddenly the light from the bedside lamp came on and gave the room a slight orange tint. Not bright enough to dazzle but not too dark to see anything. Only the shadows of the furniture and things seemed more threatening.
She had flinched and scurried around as the door closed and suddenly Charlie was leaning against the door, causing it to close. ,,Charlie...you scared me," she said, grabbing her upper body before a small unsmiling smile came to her lips. ,,Is everything all right? It's pretty quiet down there?" she asked and took a step towards him. For the first time, however, it seemed that something had changed in him. His gaze remained on her, not avoiding her, and there was no Kirby in his blue eyes.
He seemed to be looking only at her. An engaging feeling, she found. ,,Everything is fine, Jill is outside with Trevor. Robbie is on the terrace recording and Kirby...she's asleep on the couch" he said after a short silence and walked away from the door with a click. Did he lock it? the question entered her head, but she could have imagined the click. ,,That's good...and you?" she asked and continued to look at him. Her heart seemed to have never beaten so fast as she realised how close they were.
Alone together in a room. No party, no friends, no Kirby, just her and Charlie. ,,Oh, I just wanted to check on you, I was worried, you know? You can't be too careful about the killer, can you?" he asked and slowly approached her. The question took her slightly by surprise.
Ghostface. She had been aware of him. But she as a victim. Why? Because she drew for the film club, read books and had a crush? No, she wouldn't be a victim. ,,That's true, but if he's really copying the original murders, then well, I'm not a suitable victim, I don't have a role in all this," she said, gesturing around her as if the others were here.
An amused chuckle crossed his lips as his blue eyes continued to look at her. ,,Are you sure? I mean the killer could also think of something new...something unexpected" he said and took another step towards her.
He was standing in front of her now, looking at her and not seeming to want to let her go. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as she looked into his eyes. ,,And what?" she dared to ask as she felt him twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers. Her heart beat even faster.
His look was amused, almost pleased with himself. As if he had accomplished something. Something important. ,,A move," she heard him say before he came closer and closer before kissing her. She felt his other hand on her hip, pulling her slightly closer. She sighed and her hands went to his torso.
He was gentle and careful she was uncertain and reluctant. It was apparently the first kiss for both of them. But it was incredible. Her heart was full of love. She had closed her eyes but noticed the small smile on his lips when he broke away. Through the light he seemed to tower over her even more.
As if his shadow enveloped and covered her. Enchanting her and keeping her close. It was a pleasant feeling, there was only the two of them. She saw the small blush on his cheeks as he carefully let a hand wander over her breast. ,,Oh man," he murmured as he squeezed gently and she couldn't help but smile.
He was completely fascinated by the new feeling and she felt herself falling for him more and more. Dare said her inner voice and she reached for his other hand and brought it to her lips before giving it a soft kiss and placing it on her other breast. ,,That's wow - I mean, am-am I hurting you?" he asked suddenly, almost startled as he seemed to sense her brief shudder.
It was true that she was as good as inexperienced in the area of intimacy. At least as far as contact with twits was concerned, but now there was no better chance. She leaned forward and gave him another gentle kiss.
Before she told him, ,,No...please go on, it feels good," even though she also felt the warmth on her cheeks. They both seemed to have to overcome their insecurity little by little. With caution and uncertainty. She felt him deepen the kiss and his hands continued to run over her body. Exploring every inch and yet with a caution. With a caution almost out of fear of hurting her or out of rejection.
She noticed how he detached himself from her and his gaze went to the guest bed. Suddenly she realised what he meant but the uncertainty she had felt was almost gone. Instead, she felt comfortable, comfortable with the thought of what it could lead to.
Nodding slightly, she took his hand and he led her to the bed. Standing in front of it, he engaged her in another kiss just as he was about to say something. ,,I-" she started before suddenly a clang and a scream could be heard from below. ,,What was that?" she immediately asked in alarm and looked at Charlie who was looking at the door.
Walking past Charlie, she wanted to look outside. ,,If it's Jill, then-" she couldn't get any further when a hand suddenly came down on hers and he gently but firmly pulled her back. ,,It's only Kirby, she must have dropped a bottle," she heard him say, but his voice seemed to have almost changed.
The tone of lightness was gone. It seemed almost commanding, controlling. He's going to keep me here, she thought, feeling her heart beat fast.
But whether out of love or slight fear, she couldn't tell. ,,Are you sure? I mean, there's a murderer on the loose here," she admitted to her concerns and she flinched in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck. He laughed lightly. ,,It's a good thing we're together," he whispered and he seemed different.
As if his nice, friendly, almost sometimes retiring manner was to some extent an act. She felt him continue to spread kisses greedily and needily on her neck. His hands ran lightly over her breasts and he traced the lace of her bra. Goosebumps spread over her body.
A pleasant feeling. As if he was hiding behind something, knowing that he knew something. That he knew something she didn't. ,,Yeah...but here," she stated a little uncertainly and gently pushed him away from her. She knew that maybe it was a one-time moment and yet something inside her told her that something was wrong.
But what? She looked at him again. His eyes seemed darker, still blue, but the good seemed to be gone. His gaze held hers as if he was proud. But proud of what? ,,Are you sure everything is alright with Kirby?" she asked, trying to read his reaction. To her surprise, he almost sighed in annoyance. As if the talking was annoying him and he wasn't nervous at all.
As if he saw it as annoying. ,,The bitch is fine!," he said suddenly, upset but full of resentment. What happened? she asked herself again as she realised that something was definitely wrong. But he immediately realised his mistake as the girl took a step back. Away from him, back away from him. Out of fear. ,,Charlie...what have you done?" she dared to ask and her hands clawed at her skirt in fear of the truth.
Defensively he raised his hands and came towards her trying to explain himself but stopped when she pointed at his shirt. ,,Is-Is...that blood?" she asked, slightly afraid when she finally noticed the small dark spot on his white shirt. Astonishment was in his eyes as he wiped his fingers over the stain.
She saw him lick the substance from his fingers and an uncomfortable shiver came over her. ,,You-you are", ,,Ghostface" he finished her sentence before a knife bored into the wall next to her head, blocking her way. A short cry escaped her lips. Fear had a grip on her, devastating fear. Fear of dying, fear of being hurt. Fear of him in a mix of attraction.
It was scary. ,,Please Charlie," she tried, but whimpered as she felt his fingers brushing against the strands of her hair again. ,,Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?" he asked and seemed to be waiting for her answer.
But he didn't get it and only an anxious shake of the head. ,,No? Well, let's say long enough to know that you're just like me," he said with a happiness that couldn't have been more inappropriate. Not when the cold steel of the knife next to her head could still mean her death. ,,I didn't kill anyone," she dared to say, wincing as he laughed and his eyes darted briefly to the knife.
As if he were weighing when he would kill her. ,,Oh no, I don't mean that... no, I mean our kind, our feelings, you know? I mean we were both just too shy to talk to each other all the time" he explained what he meant and slowly she understood. Slowly she understood him.
Slowly she realised that her crush was a crazy serial killer who had wanted her as an honourary victim all along. She had been the victim for months. ,,And now you're going to kill me?" she asked, looking back from the knife into his eyes. Again he smirked and seemed to enjoy it.
Enjoying having the confidence, enjoying having something and not just being a plaything. He let go of her hairline and his hand moved carefully, almost shyly, over the warm skin of her neck.
Before he lingered there and slowly and gently put his hand around her neck. ,,No, no I would never kill you. Not like Kirby, that fucking bitch...I just didn't want to believe it until now. And now we finally have each other" he began to whisper softly, audible only to them both.
But clearly understandable. Has he had this side all this time? she asked herself, seeming to see this side of pent-up anger, hatred, disappointment and all the emotions only rarely if ever for the first time. And it fascinated her to a small extent inside.
Fascinated and frightened her. ,,I-I...was always afraid that you would never look at me," she suddenly admitted. For fear that they would be her last words. For fear of never having confessed to him. ,,I have always seen you, my precious girl" he murmured and gave her a soft chaste kiss on her lips.
As if he was going back to his old self for a moment. ,,What did you want to say to me earlier?" the question seemed to come back to his mind. But there was a certain impulse in his eyes. As if he was afraid of getting the wrong answer. As if he was afraid that she had even played with him. Suddenly the grip around her neck became slightly stronger.
Not strong enough to cut off her air but enough to give her a warning before he picked up the knife again. ,,I-I wanted to say that I...love you," she admitted. They just looked at each other for a moment. For a moment in which he seemed to be weighing whether he could trust her.
A moment in which she decided whether she could trust him. A moment was enough before he pulled the knife out of the wall and kissed her. The metal clanked to the floor, but it was nothing. It didn't matter that he was Ghostface, it didn't matter that she was actually afraid.
It was the realisation that they loved each other that penetrated them both and made them forget their situation for a moment. ,,I love you too" she heard him say and it was the first time in the night that she felt hope next to fear. Hope that when all this was over she had a chance at love with Charlie. A chance that everything would turn out well.
Because she knew if she didn't make it out of here he would keep her for himself. Because underneath his friendly, cute, nerdy exterior, he was a hurt, scared, insecure serial killer who found redemption in her. And they both seemed to know that she could give him love.
The love to forgive him for what he had done. She was his and whether she wanted to or not he would not let her go. His sweet, dear, beautiful light of hope. No she would never leave him. He would make sure of that.
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Popular yandere x reader
Warning: yandere themes, manipulation
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Name: Silas Reynolds
Pronouns:he/him
Age: 19
Occupations: student
Likes: attention, you, sweet foods, late night walks
Yandere type:執着型
shuuchaku gata - obsession type
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who has known you since high school for being in the same friend group.
Who never talked with you that much because you were apparel useless and thought of you as a background character.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who had girl's line at his door to fuck with him, not that he minded tho. Dripping with attention and compliments. More of a ladies man.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who didn't value you in his life until he did. He was saved by you after a very bad car crash. He might as well just think you as an angel sent from above in his daze
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who couldn't just ignore how caring and worried you were for a not so friend like him and surprisingly it wasn't even pretentious(he didn't realize you were like that with everyone).
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who thought you filled the void of an ideal lover in his heart. So beautiful, caring, kind and fragile just like a flower
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who can read through you like a book but still can't figure out why he likes you. What hooked him up to you
I mean you're a very average girl living a simple life, well that's what he thought
Suddenly he will notice every simple thing you do, staring at you is his new hobby. Forget about anything else, his world actually revolves around you.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who notices how you h/c hair flows in the wind, how you smile at the silliest thing, how you just look so perfect. He's just so infatuated in your life spending all the time thinking and looking out for you
Not that you mind because you don't know someone is following you everywhere you go.
Yandere who would have a series of dreams of you just being there looking ethereal.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who will have thousand of pics of you and accessories you left behind. He will prevent anyone from causing harm to you and will change his playboyish tendencies.
He's no longer a low class playboy.He will change just to be the perfect lover for you.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who will try to pursue you to be his girlfriend knowing you will agree but you just straight up rejected.
Now that hurt his ego. Guess he will have to go to extreme levels to get you.
⌱⧼⊹ He's the type of yandere who will spread malicious rumors about you and your s/o to isolate you from everyone else. When you are the most vulnerable and lonely, he will just scoop you right in consoling you, expressing his undying love for you and saying how others don't know of your worth.
⌱⧼⊹ He is more patient with you than anyone else so that he can have a normal relationship with you. He will always try his best to impress you all the time. You liked that dress in that shop, be ready to get it before even the day ends. He's always ready to spend his money on you. He will do anything for you but the only thing he wants is your love.
⌱⧼⊹ He knows you will never love him as much as he loves you but it's okay, his love is enough for you two. He feels like he's in heaven when you praise him saying how much of a great lover he is and cuddles with him. He basically thrives on your attention.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who will smile at everyone and act normal with them when he's only thinking about you in his mind. Downright simping for you 24/7
Yandere who will get annoyed when someone talks shit about you but just reminds you to stop listening to them cz dogs will bark anyways.
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who will put on a facade of being a loving person so that even if you try to leave him or run away, nobody will believe you.
Who in their right mind would even run away from someone like him?
⌱⧼⊹ Yandere who will use others to eliminate his rivals and useless people. He just doesn't like the idea of smearing his hand with the blood of filthy people.
Extremely manipulative and smart, there's a big chance you will never know about his unhinged thoughts about you, it's more peaceful if you don't.
Has a big god complex and is actually able to manipulate his s/o to maneuver his way into her life pretty easily. He will definitely marry you soon so that you can be his legally.
He craves for you
He want to own your heart, body, soul and hopes that you will be with him till death pull you both apart.
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𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃
Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader
WARNINGS: 18+ Dark themes.
Summary: Steve and Bucky need someone. Someone to look after for. Will you be the one?
You woke up gasping. You look around your surroundings alerted. There’s nothing but the bed you’re on. You’re feet meet the floor, you start going to the door when it opened making you stiffen. A tall broad man with golden hair and blue eyes stood upon you. You stumbled a bit when you took a step back.
“Honey she’s awake,” he said.
The next second another man was there he was just as broad, but with brown eyes and brown hair. They stepped forward and you were quick to step back again.
“W-what do you want from me,” you blurted out once they made grabby hands at you.
Bucky moved you onto the bed. You can easily feel how strong he was.
“Please,” you pleaded when you felt his hand coming up to cup your breast.
“What we want is a life with you,” Bucky answered casually like everything was normal. Steve sat next to you tucking your hair back. “We’ve been watching your every move, we know a lot of things about you,” you shook your head, was this a dream you thought?
“I-I don’t understand..” tears came out of your eyes, “I w-want to go h-home,” Bucky's eyes softened, and his heart ached seeing you like this.
“You are home now doll,” he gave you a pet name.
Steve wasn’t having it, he grabbed your jaw roughly, so rough that you thought it’d snap.
“Your ours now, you live here from now on, this is where you sleep and eat, you’d better obey of not there will be consequences, you understand,” Steve told you in a dangerous tone that left you shaking. You shake your head scared out of your mind.
Bucky sighed, “you’ll adjust soon,” he tried to comfort you. Obviously, that didn’t work because you still kept on crying. They gave each other a look and left giving you time to process.
You were sound asleep on your living room couch after a long day of work. You stirred a bit after you felt a prick on your neck but darkness swallowed you. That’s how you ended up here.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
They come in and leave a tray of food and then they leave, sometime Bucky asks how you were doing but you didn’t answer him. This was all part of your adjusting. When they saw that you weren’t eating the food they’d forcefully feed you. If you were to show any defiance they will punish you, you don’t know how long you’ve been there, it felt like months but in reality, it was just a few weeks. They did this on purpose all part of the plan.
“How are you,” Bucky had asked you. He sat on your bed. You were coloring in a coloring book they gave you, for good behavior they said.
“Good,” you replied quickly. Small talk was it. You thought it’d showed you didn’t feel like talking, but they don’t care they never do.
Well not since you had woken up with semen between your legs, that left you mortified, someone had touched you in a way no one has before. It started slowly.
It was Steve and you knew that because later that day Bucky apologized for him. It was an apology though. The next day you’d felt someone slide into bed with you caressing your body. His hands made their way to your folds. By the way it sounded like, you knew it was Bucky.
“How would you like it if you got out of this room hmm,” he studied your face. You’d stopped coloring, you thought if it was a trick or some joke.
You slowly looked up and gulped. You slightly nodded. He smiled softly.
“Well, you gotta earn it,” you saw a glimpse of emotion in his eyes. You looked at him confused.
“How,” you responded, you didn’t know how, how would you be able to earn some tiny freedom?
“C’mere,” he waved over. You hesitantly stood up and walked in front of him his thighs spread open. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you onto your knees.
“Be a good girl,” you didn’t get it until you saw him undoing his belt, when you tried to get away he quickly got you by your hair and pulled you back to where you were.
He pulled down his boxers and you can see his bulging cock. He guided himself toward your lips tapping it.
“Open doll,” his manner was harsh. You scarcely opened your mouth it was enough for Bucky to push in. He groaned as he met his limit. You gagged as he pushed further, his hips buckled.
“Suck baby,” he moaned out, his head tipped back.
You behaved to suck making his hand on your hair tighter. You winced in pain, only bringing him more pleasure. After more sucking, it wasn’t enough for him. He then began to facefuck you, making you gag every time he met the back of your throat.
“Having fun without me,” you suddenly heard Steve behind you. Tears flowed down your cheeks.
“Don’t worry you’ll get a taste,” Bucky told him continuing to control your movements, while drool went down to your chest.
“I already have,” he smirked. At this point, Bucky’s cum shot down your throat. He stayed there so you can take it all.
“Think she’s ready,” Bucky drew back. Pulling up his pants while your still in your mess.
“If you say so, I’ll be keeping an eye on her,” they talked as of you weren’t even there. As if Bucky didn’t just take advantage of you. The tears yet didn’t stop. Bucky left the room leaving you and Steve. He crouched down in front of you.
“How about a bath, looks like you need one,” he brushed your hair out of your face.
He pulled you up and grabbed you by your arm. When you both were by the door he turned to you.
“No funny business got it,” he warned you. You nodded, he looked at you for a while and pulled you with him.
The halls had the most beautiful wallpaper you had ever seen. You couldn’t study the rest of the house because Steve pulled you into a room. This one was for neutral. It felt homier. You made it into the bathroom where he turned the faucet on. You’d thought about running but you didn’t have it in you to run. As much as you wanted to you knew Bucky was probably downstairs.
He stripped you and put you in the bathtub. As he washed you his hand made its way between your thighs. You quickly put your hand on his wrist when he touched you.
He didn’t like that because he grabbed your shoulders pushing you down. You gasped for air but water filled your lungs. He kept you there for what felt like long minutes, you scratched at his hands but it was useless.
Just as your body was about to give up and pass out he pulled you back up.
“What did we say about disobeying Y/N,” his tone scared you. You were skating in fear apologizing. Bucky can be scary but Steve. He was worse.
#dark stucky x reader#dark!stucky x reader#dark!steve rogers#dark!buckybarnes#dark!bucky barnes#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark steve x reader#dark bucky x reader#dark steve rogers x reader#dark bucky barnes#dark bucky x you#dark bucky barnes x reader#dark theme#dark Steve rogers x you
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🌟 I’m falling for you 𓂅 ˓ 𓏲ᵎ٬
. ✿⠀( I’m falling for you, once again. )⠀￮ 𓈒 🌟
; hong ji soo
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(Y/n)’s Troubles!
Dark!Dom!Aether x Female!Reader
➢ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ
➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Side Quest: Talk to Troubled (Y/n)! (Or you’re always asking for help and Aether is tired of it)
➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: nsfw, smut, angst (Aether is really mean) kinda fluff.
➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Dark!Mean!Aether, Smut, Noncon, Dubcon, Use of degrading names, oral (m receiving), face-fucking, rough sex, corruption kink, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, Dacryphilia, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, slight choking, Reader is kinda stupid, Manipulative Aether.
Word count: 3.3k
** NOT PROOFREAD **
➢𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Aether has had enough.
All week he’s been doing everyone’s dirty work for them. Sure he got compensated for his efforts but it got to the point that he was over it.
Be it a request to clear a blocked road that could easily be walked around or like now, Aether was sent off to get some lumber for Sarah because it’s very important for the sake of the restaurant and you’ll be compensated of course!
Paimon was quick to accept, thinking with her stomach before her head. Not like she would even raise a finger to help anyways. So she stayed behind, helping Sarah count vegetables or something.
Now he was stuck chopping down a large tree in the mountains near Springvale, the sun was hot and unforgiving on the poor traveler so he decided to forgo his scarf and top, sweat glistening his toned back.
Each swing of his borrowed axe grew more heavy, more violent. Usually he would find the act therapeutic in a way, a good outlet for his frustrations– but this was making him angrier?
His mind swimming with more annoyance as he began to question why he even let himself be pushed around like this.
A snap of a twig to his left caught his attention, his hard swinging stopping as he noticed it was you, looking as lost and clueless as you always did when you two crossed paths.
You were one of the first people he met when he arrived Mondstadt. He was cutting through the woods for a shorter path to the city when he ran into you. A pretty little thing that was hopelessly looking around, your teeth biting the nail on your index finger in thought as your doll-like eyes scanned the forest floor for something specific.
When you looked up at him he swore his heart stopped for a moment.
It was no question that you were beautiful. Tiny stature, curvy body with such a pretty face and angelic smile. Aether found it quite easy to help you without question, even if it was with something right in front of you.
Even now after a year of traveling to and from Mondstadt you still have that stupid little look on your face as you searched for apples that lay 2 feet away.
You lived up to the nickname given to you by the villagers and knights, Troubled (Y/n). Such a clueless little lamb always out at the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Oh! Hello Aether!” You beamed when you finally saw him. “What are you doing here?”
It was always the same conversation. She would ask him why he was in the area, ask for his help with the promise of compensation, and Aether would blindly agree to her request just to see her dazzling smile as she thanked him.
But today that same smile that he thought of when he fisted his cock on his travels far far away from you made his fist clench in annoyance.
He wondered how you managed to make it alive this long without him picking up a damn sweet flower for you.
How you lived so carefree and kind, so willingly to talk to complete strangers and walk foolishly into the path of an abyss mage or whopper flower.
“Another commission perhaps?” You smiled gently, when he didn’t answer you. You were used to it after all, Aether wasn’t a man of many words to begin with.
You stepped closer, the soft breeze carrying your naturally sweet scent to the boy as he closed his eyes and basked in it.
“It’s for Sarah.” He simply said dropping the axe, collecting the logs and tying them together tightly.
You hummed softly twiddling your fingers together shyly and swaying slowly side to side like you always did when you wanted to ask for help.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you perhaps help me look for apples? I only need three!” You happily held up three fingers, eyes hopeful.
Apples. You’ve been looking for apples, just like the ones right behind you.
This annoyed Aether to no end. Where you purposefully trying to not actually look for what you needed? He gave a single grunt at your question, dropping the log and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Great!” You chirped, “I’ll keep looking around here in the meantime.” You hummed happily and walked to the left opposite to the tree. That was the final straw.
“Are you really that stupid?”
You looked up from your inspection of a fir tree, smile still plastered on you face. “Hm?”
Aether stalked his way over to you, grabbing your wrist and half dragging you towards the tree, pressing you against the trunk roughly causing you to gasp in surprise.
“I said, are you really that fucking stupid that you can’t see what’s in front of you?” He leaned him, breath fanning across your cheeks as your smile dropped, eyes slowly watering at the blonde’s harsh words.
Aether was always so sweet and gentle with you, never complaining in his efforts to help you look for something. Did you ask too much from him? Did he hate you now?
You tried not to shiver at the fierce look in his eyes as he pressed himself against you, your heart rate picking up wildly in both fear and something else you felt when you laid eyes on the traveler.
“I-I’m sorry–“ you whimpered, putting your hand over his own that still held you small wrist in a vice grip.
Aether tightened his hold on you, making you wince as you began to claw at his palm. “Aether you’re scaring me..”
Aether knew he should have backed off and apologized for speaking so harshly to you but the bottled up frustrations were starting to boil up and unfortunately you were the only thing he could take it out on.
He felt sick as the sight of you cowering under him, shivering in fear with tears glossing your doll eyes made his cock twitch in interest.
You really did look like a tiny helpless bunny trapped, ready to be devoured.
Instead of stepping away like you had hoped, the boy grabbed your other wrist and pinned both your arms up above your head with one hand, the other hiking the end of your dress up to expose your cotton white panties.
“Aether! Wait, stop please!” Your tears spilled freely now as you struggled against the much stronger blonde, kicking your leg out and hitting his thigh hard just before he was able to dip his hand into your panties.
The traveler hissed, anger and frustration clouding his better judgment as he dragged you back to the tree stump he was previously working on, plopping down on it with you in his lap, face down across his muscular thighs.
“I go out of my way to help you and that’s how you repay me?” He tsked, flipping your skirt back up over your ass, hand roughly grabbing your left cheek, watching the flesh peek through his gloved fingers.
You continued to thrash against him, begging him to let you go, that you were sorry but a sharp slap rung out through the trees, scaring a few pigeons nearby.
A surprised cry left your lips as you stopped struggling. Did he just spank you?
Another hard smack came down, this time harder against your other cheek.
“All I’ve ever done was help you, someone who can’t even see two fucking inches from her face, you ungrateful bitch.”
He continued to rain slap after slap on your sore and reddened skin. Your cries growing and your nails digging into his thighs before he suddenly stopped.
He brought his hand to his mouth, teeth biting into the tip so he could slide the material off, his exposed hand rubbing soothing circles against your clothed ass almost like an apology.
You hiccuped and lay limb against his legs, mumbling soft apologizes even as he dropped you down onto the hard ground below you, slipping your ruined dress over your head.
He needed to stop, this was sick but the way you looked up at him through tear clumped lashes he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Especially when you were laid out so beautifully before him, clad in only your white bra and panty set looking so ripe and ready for the taking.
“Day in and day out I’m doing what everyone else wants, what about me? Aren’t you going to give me a reward for helping you?” He undid his belt, letting his hard and leaking cock string out.
Aether took a fistful of your hair, yanking you up to your knees as your body settled between his thighs, inches away from his leaking erection.
“All the times I save you from monsters, this is the least you could do isn’t it baby?” He gave you a lazy grin, rubbing the head of his cock against your trembling lips.
You didn’t try to move away, too scared of angering the blonde anymore than he already was. Without much struggle he managed to slip inside your tiny mouth, throwing his head back and hissing at the warm wet heat that surrounded him.
More tears fell down your red cheeks, confused of what he was doing to you. You grew up sheltered, your parents trying their best to keep you safe and warning you that seeing much less touching a man’s private parts was bad.
But he looked so content, rocking his hips into your mouth, pressing your head down to take him in even deeper, ignoring your cries and gags.
Maybe he was right. Poor Aether was always pushed around, always so tired but he never refused to help you with anything.
Even if it hurt, even if you were scared and his words made you feel awful you wanted to repay him.
Aether noticed you stopped struggling, a wolffish grin spread across his lips as he began to thrust faster, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat, blocking any chance of you getting air.
“Fuck.. move your tongue baby. You can do that can’t you?” He groaned, pulling your hair up into a loose ponytail so he could have a better grasp on your head.
You obeyed silently, unsure of how to do what he asked, instead choosing to flatten your tongue under his cock, moving it slowly side to side.
This seemed to be a good thing because Aether gave a few more sloppy thrusts before be pressed your nose down against his hips, his big cock forcefully stretching your poor throat. You gagged and choked as he spurt hot loads of sticky cum, your hands weakly punching his thighs until they slowed and he pulled out, not wanting you to pass out yet.
He dropped your head and leaned back, watching you fall onto the ground again, clutching your sore throat as you coughed and tried to spit out whatever bitter liquid he gave you.
Aether wasn’t too mad about it, he would always make you swallow next time.
He watched the cum that dripped down your chin and onto your soft chest, making you an even bigger mess of drool, cum, tears, and snot.
“You did so good,” he gently praised, grabbing your face in his rough hand to make you look up at him.
“We aren’t done yet sweetheart, be a good girl and spread your legs for me yeah? Think you can let me see that pretty little pussy you got hidden under these?”
He pressed two fingers against your clothed clit, your hips jolting up at the foreign feeling. Aether took that as a yes and slide your panties down your pretty legs, shoving the fabric into his back pocket for save keeping.
He moaned as he pushed your thick thighs apart, eyes feasting on your glistening cunt.
“You’re soaked already baby. Did ya like sucking my cock that much huh? Always been an easy whore?”
You shook your head as a tiny sob racked your frame. You’ve never done this before, no one has ever seen you like this much less touched you the way Aether has.
He almost felt guilty for talking down on you so harshly. He wasn’t stupid, it was as clear as day that you were an innocent little virgin who easily blushed at any compliment. Knowing that he was the first to see you like this, the first to ruin you had his cock springing back to life.
He dipped his head down, licking a fat strip up your folds making you cry out at how delicious it felt. “So sweet baby, fuck your taste amazing.” He groaned, diving back in and devouring you like a man starved. Aether pointed his tongue, flicking your clit before closing his lips around the bud and giving a hard suck.
It was your turn to toss your head back, hands shooting down to grip and tug on his hair as he moved to draw patterns on your cunt with his hot tongue.
He sat back up, moving his shoulders between your thighs to block you from closing them before putting his thumbs against your pussy lips, spreading them out lewdly to see the sopping mess you were making.
“What a pretty little cunt, can’t wait to ruin it with my big cock. You’ll let me won’t baby?” He leaned back down to press messy kisses against your little hole.
“Let me stretch this pussy wide open and have you cum on my cock till you pass out? You will, I know you will. It’s my compensation remember?” He chuckled, pressing his middle finger against your entrance, bullying the tip inside with a wet pop.
“But first I gotta stretch you out, can’t have you tearing. Relax a little baby, I can’t even fit one finger in.”
You cried and bucked your hips up, chest moving up and down rapidly with each harsh breath you took. He slowly pumped one finger in, not giving you enough time to adjust before he forced two more inside, the pain of the stretch forcing a loud cry from your sore throat.
It hurt, it hurt so much but he kept moving, kept pumping his fingers in and out as your pussy gushed slick around them, your body desperately trying to accommodate what was being done to it.
“That’s it sweetie, relax for me just like that.” Aether’s praise was the only thing keeping you grounded as he continued his ruthless pace. It felt like a cord was winding in your tummy, pulling tighter and tighter the more Aether scissored you open.
“Aeth– Aether I’m scared, something is coming out!” You sobbed making the boy chuckle. Oh you really were so clueless.
“That means you’re feeling good my little lamb. Why don’t I make you feel better okay?”
A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the blunt tip of his leaking cock.
Your eyes widened in fear. How was that thing going to fit inside of you? Was he really going crazy?
“N-No Aether please it’s not going to fit!” You clutched his shoulders as he leaned over you, sucking dark bruises onto your soft neck.
You didn’t know that instead of convincing the traveler to stop, you were spurring him on with your words. He stayed silent, instead thrusting his hips up, his hot cock started to split you open with no mercy.
He didn’t stop until his hips were pressed flush against your ass, eyes rolled back into his head as he hide in your neck, savoring the feel of your impossibly tight cunt sucking him in so greedily.
“Archons you’re tight.” He hissed, lifting his head to watch your cunt flutter around him, strings of your slick connecting to his hips as he pulled back a few inches before slowly rocking back into you, setting a slowly and almost loving pace.
This was the point of no return but he wasn’t a complete monster. He saw beautifully your body responded to his touches so why not make it pleasurable for you too?
He studied your expression closely looking for any signs of pleasure, angling his hips just slightly ripping a cry of ecstasy from your throat.
A smirk spread his lips as he set a ruthless pace, gloveless hands holding your thighs so tight you were sure to have bruises later.
Your nails dug into his shoulders painfully as you cried out, babbling nonsense and whimpers. Your back moved roughly against the dirt and grass under you, pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders.
Aether gripped the front of your last piece of clothing, ripping it clear off your body and tossing it over his shoulder. Shame tinted your cheeks a dark shade of red.
Not only was Aether taking you so roughly in the open, but you were near a path. A path you’ve seen knights take religiously on their patrols.
Aether seemed to read your mind, a breathy laugh escaping him as he moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders, the new angle had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix painfully.
You screamed out, quick to slap a hand over your mouth in horror that someone could have heard you.
“Why don’t you let everyone hear that pretty voice of yours baby? Doesn’t Godwin patrol here at this hour?” Horror filled your body at the thought of one of the knights catching you like this.
“Maybe you should scream louder, having them see your greedily little pussy sucking me dry.” He laughed darkly as more tears spilled down your stained cheeks.
“Give em a show, they’re probably watching now, stroking their cocks at your pretty little sounds. Want them to watch you get absolutely ruined? Maybe give ‘em a turn?” Your pussy unconsciously clench at his words, shame filling you as you felt your peak approaching quickly.
The thought of multiple knights laying their hands on you, filling your tiny hole so full all you have on your mind is cock, cock, cock.
“What a filthy little slut, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Let any guy bend you over and fuck this pussy just as long as he has a sick right?” Jealousy flooded through his veins, as if he had any right to be angry with you right now.
“But they can’t. Because. You’re. Mine.” He growled, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust of his hips.
“Tell me who you belong to! Who?!” He wrapped a hand around your neck, slowly cutting off your breathing and all you could do was lay there and take it, take everything he gave you.
“Aether! Only you Aether!” You struggled to cry, the coil in your tummy pulling tighter and tighter again.
Your cries of his name just further proves how fucked up all this way. You screamed Aether and never Traveler, showing that you were different, you treated him like a person and here he was fucking you like some loose whore where anyone can see.
“That’s it baby, you belong to me. Always have. I’m gonna fill this hole everyday from now on, you don’t be able to walk out and look for all your stupid herbs.”
The promise to feel this had your vision going white, stars exploding behind your eyes as you came hard around his cock, sending the blonde into his own earth shattering orgasm, his hips flush against you as he feed you another thick and sticky load.
He pressed his lips against yours, lazily licking into your mouth to savor whatever else he could, your arms and legs dropping limply in pure exhaustion.
Aether pulled out with a hiss, sitting back to watch with blown eyes as your mixed cum slowly dribbled out of your abused cunt.
You felt your heavy eyes close, wanting nothing more than to return home and let sleep take hold of you forever. The feel of rough hands flipping you onto your tummy however had you panicking once again.
“Surely you don’t think I’m done with you yet?” Aether smiled sweetly at you, lifting your hips up with a lick of his lips.
#genshin fanfic#genshin smut#genshin x you#aether#aether x you#aether smut#aether x reader#dark theme#dark content
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Warnings: yandere themes, dark content, brief dismemberment and decapitation, slightly! suggestive themes, this is a bit more disturbing than the usual drabbles.
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Even after having its head cut off, a cockroach can still live for weeks.
In the realm of human experience, such possibilities remain elusive, don't they? Accounts exist of severed heads briefly retaining a semblance of awareness post-decapitation, but these moments are fleeting. Anne Boleyn, in her tragic fate, reportedly endeavored to utter words even after the final severance of her head.
In the solemn mantle of 'doctor,' he grapples with a profound shame, unable to fulfill the modest duty of cradling your weary head with steadfast care. In a fleeting moment, your severed head retains a semblance of near-perfection, its skin delicately unmarred and faintly plump—a ghostly echo of the vitality that once defined you. Yet, in the present, that very skin has turned sallow and yielding, a muted shade of grey with a disquieting ooze that begins to seep from the surface, a macabre testament to the irreversible transformation. Your eyes and nose, once animated, now undergo a withering contraction with each relentless passage of time.
The remnants of your being began a slow decay, a process accelerated by his unwarranted handling of your lifeless form. Perhaps an innate urge, sparked by the longing to cradle you, led him to explore a more intimate and unsettling communion with your departed vessel—an admission he shrouds in reluctance and shame. In the cadence of decay, the scent grew more pronounced, prompting the necessity to relocate your form from the bedside to the somber embrace of the basement. Yet, amid the unsettling fragrance, his commitment to tending to your well-being remains unwavering.
In his disappointment and a touch of trepidation, he grappled with the intricate nature of preserving such a complex essence. Fear crept in, a spectral whisper, as he dreaded the possibility of further diminishing you, afraid that your form might dissolve or be marred into an unrecognizable semblance.
But it's really too bad.
If only he could have prolonged your existence by a mere few weeks, perhaps then he might have unraveled the intricacies at a more measured pace, rather than frantically attempting to mend everything in haste. Alas, you are but human, and once the tether between your consciousness and corporeal form is severed, the finality is swift and absolute.
Perhaps, nestled in a frigid embrace, your form could languish within an ice-filled vessel, a bid to arrest the relentless march of time. Alternatively, delicate sutures might weave a tapestry, seeking to reunite the disparate fragments of your being. Could amalgamating borrowed limbs lend stability to your fragile existence? Or perhaps, in surrender to irretrievable loss, salvage could be found in repurposing the remnants of your skin and organs, reserving a tender preservation solely for the sanctuary of your heart and mind.
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