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On Your Knees For Salvation
Minors don’t interact! This is 18+ and I beg of you to heed the warnings
Notes-I got a very, very carried away but this was such a blast to write! There were so many routes I could go with this particular scene. Either way I really hope you like it! If there’s anything else you’d want me to write based on the shooting don’t hesitate to send it in.
Tate Langdon x female reader
Trigger warnings: Heavy mention of school shooting, mention of religion (derogatory), foul language, forced worship, superiority/God complex, authoritative kink, dacryphilia, degradation, choking, biting, rape/non-con, loss of virginity, voyeurism, blood kink, gun play, slight knife play, throat fucking, boot worship, dumbification
Tate Langdon walked through the halls of Westfield with practically a bounce in his step. He knew all too well the stares he’s currently getting will soon transform into terror once it’s the right time. For the past 6 weeks he’s fantasized about this very moment and played around with every scenario imaginable. In his mind, this will kickstart a revolution that’ll help purify the world plagued with sinners and a controlling government. Today is one Tate wholeheartedly looked forward to—a cool autumn day that’s perfect for hiding a gun under a trenchcoat, worn many times already with this uniform.
He began shooting in one of the hallways closest to the cafeteria so they didn’t have a clear exit from there. With each shot he relished in the way there’s always a different reaction—a scream, cursing, trying to keep running which only prompted a second bullet to enter. Tate deliberately steps on a wounded student while moving through the carnage, he noticed them crawling and thought to place a boot onto their back, keeping them in place. He took aim at their neck before pulling the trigger even as they tried pleading. The blood splatter wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest, he sucked in a breath and continued walking as the sight and smell of crimson threatened to overwhelm him. Pools of blood, binders and parts of flesh were scattered as well in a way that all seemed like a horror movie set. He violently kicked at a binder in his way and send papers all over, laughing at how everything so easy fell into place. This was only the start of his wrath on those he deemed unclean. Tate had this hunch you’d be hiding studying in the library today so that’s his next destination. There’s no rush after all.
Today I was with my one of best friends, Stephanie, studying for some upcoming English test we forgot about last night. The session together went smoothly until there was this strange popping noise. It made studying far more difficult once tension spread throughout the room an hour later.
I heard what was happening before realizing the dire situation as the entire school ran through the hallway. Screaming was soon accompanied by gunshots which immediately sent me into fight or flight as a student burst through the door. Everyone turned their head as he barricaded it with one of the heavy chairs. I recognize him, Kevin, a childhood friend I’m close with to this day.
“Somebody’s shooting up the school! He’s just shooting people.”
It was like the air had been absorbed from my lungs. My first thought is to run toward him and check if he’s been shot. There’s a noticeable amount of blood on his shirt and skin, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. But thankfully there didn’t seem to be any visible flesh wounds.
“Do….do you know who it is?”
I fidgeted with the pendant at my neck, the only symbol of my faith that’s on me at all times. I don’t go to services regularly but that didn’t mean I was banned from praying. I’m pleading to our Lord to protect us from the shooter. Silently begging for this nightmare to end as quickly as it started. I hoped against all odds someone heard.
“I-I don’t know. I couldn’t get a good look at his face. He just…shot Mark Kingston right in front of me, blew his brains out.”
The description alone made my stomach churn but it couldn’t compare to what Kevin must’ve seen. He then grabbed my arm as Stephanie joined us behind the very last row of bookshelves. If need be, we might have a chance at scrambling for the tables closest to our current spot.
The three of us held our breath as each shot rang louder and the barricade rattled violently. Over and over the shooter tried to enter. Every kick was with more vigor than the last, making the hair on my neck stand on end. At last, the chair is sent across the room with such force—smashing into the librarian's desk and scattering everything on it to the ground—that everyone cried out before silence settled once more.
The door slowly opens and we get a full view of the shooter. He’s in all black, holding a shotgun in both hands but the thing that chills me to the bone is the cheerful tune he’s whistling. It’s one I’ve heard multiple times in the hallway enough to where I could whistle it myself from memory. I would’ve found it endearing but now it’s as if death taunts us.
He starts from the opposite side of the library but that doesn’t make things any better. Even if we could run for the exit it wasn’t likely we’d make it out alive. He shot Kyle, the lead jock, who curled himself into a ball under a table while begging for his life. Even though I should be looking away my eyes were glued on the horrors unfolding.
There’s another gunshot but clearly the next victim wasn’t dead. Melissa had started crying which only seemed to amuse Tate. He looks down at her with contempt like she was an insect he wished to crush. My hand went to my necklace and I lowered my head in prayer when he finally spoke.
“Quit your bitching! It’s not like I hit a vital organ or anything.”
He then moved onto his new victims, 2 frightened girls who somehow got the same shotgun blast—they were hugging tightly when he fired. The smallest—Cassidy—flew backwards from the impact as the other gasped in pain. He lifted Aileen’s chin with the barrel and her lips parted as if to speak. His other hand went to her cheek to thumb away a tear before lowering close.
“You must understand I’m taking all of you somewhere safe. This isn’t just about revenge. I prepared for this noble war.”
Tate brushed his lips against hers so gently they could be mistaken for lovers despite the circumstances. Luckily for her, the trigger wasn’t pulled and he backed off. Once he’s out of sight Aileen brought her knees up and curled in on herself. Trying to block out everything going on.
Tate resumed whistling as he casually walked among the shelves but we hurried toward the table when he was distracted. Although I was last to move. Stephanie clung to me while I attempted to comfort her and Kevin tried shielding us the best he could.
Somehow, it appears he’s looking for a specific person from how calm he is.
Another crying girl caught his attention and he didn’t hold back—once near her table, Tate kicked a chair and crouched in order to get a direct angle of her. They’re now face to face. Tate’s balancing his weight on the balls of his feet while holding the shotgun level to her heart. She started begging, mentioning a desire to go home as he leaned even closer. Yet again he showed tenderness toward a victim by brushing tears away, cupping her cheek. He’s staring at the girl almost with pity.
“I’m taking you to salvation. Are you ready to be set free?”
She managed to choke out a “Yes”—likely hoping to appease the shooter—which prompted him to lick his lips before firing. There’s a spray of blood and a ragged hole where her heart had been. He cursed under his breath and stepped over her crumpled body, deliberately placing one foot after the other into her open wound. Such a display almost made me gag.
“Oh God. Why is this happening?”
Stephanie whispered close to my ear and I gave her a gentle squeeze. This close, I felt her heart racing against my own chest. There wasn’t an explanation for any of this besides bullying. Or maybe it was something related to his home situation. I knew their household is dysfunctional but I hadn’t once thought of that being the cause of murderous intent.
Simon, the first to be injured, was attempting to call for help. Tate immediately changed direction, leaving bloody footprints as he did so toward the librarian’s desk—nearest to the exit—where the boy lay with his hand crushed underneath a computer.
“Sure. I’ll help you.”
He said it nonchalantly and with a smile like there’s plenty of time to be had. The shotgun is pointed straight at his jaw before the shells rip through him. Blood paints the wall after Simon goes limp and Tate calmly wipes at his face to remove the splatter.
“His face! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Aileen was sobbing hysterically now but is paid no mind. He moved back to the rows of bookshelves and started violently knocking books off in an attempt to scare anyone from their hiding place. The few shots were far closer than expected and we huddled together in the cramped space. Expecting to be shot then and there.
“Pathetic bitch. Get up!”
There's a sound of hurried footsteps and struggling, at first I thought he went over and grabbed Aileen. Until the female spoke. It was one of the injured cheerleaders, Melissa, who I didn’t know all that well but I’m aware of the fact she isn’t afraid of speaking her mind. I both admire that courage and fear for her in this moment.
“That’s enough Tate! You’re not saving anyone by shooting up the school. Honestly, this is the most obvious cry for help I’ve ever seen. I almost feel sorry for you.”
“You think I’ve done enough? I’m just getting started! Well that’s cute, at least I don’t feel the need to vomit after a big meal. I also know you’re the sluttiest cheerleader we have. I’m doing something that should’ve happened a long time ago. You know, I’d make you pleasure me but I have someone…more pure I’ve had my eye on.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when saying that last sentence and it nearly froze my blood. Surely he didn’t mean who I thought. There’s a thud, a gasp from Melissa that almost sounds like choking and then his boots are the only noise heard.
Suddenly, he turned on his heels and it felt like my heart dropped into my stomach when I saw his bloodstained combat boots appear in front of me. Tate Langdon knelt so we’re eye level, it’s disturbing how slowly he did so and the fact his gun is placed over his thighs. Just from body language it was easy to see the enjoyment he got from this.
“I’ve got one question for you, doll. Do you believe in God?”
That voice, oh that voice is dripping with a type of gentleness Tate rarely shows to anyone. It made bile further rise in my throat when he jabs at my religion. The answer is as clear as day since he asked what rested at my throat during prom. It’s likely he just wanted to see me squirm.
“No. I-I don’t kno—yes. Yes, I—“
I couldn’t understand why I tried appeasing this demon in human form. Though it seemed he waited for me to say “yes” before yanking me—by the throat—from my friends’ arms. Someone grabbed at my legs and monetarily played tug of war as I thrashed. Trying to get myself out of his iron grip but it proved useless. I begged, kicked and screamed as he dragged me to some tables. But it didn’t faze him in the slightest.
“Why huh?”
He dropped me so I’m flat on my ass. I looked up while Tate reloaded his weapon, placing the shells between his teeth and flashing me a smile. This sadistic, dominant side is one I never imagined a boy like him to have. But maybe you can’t truly know someone until moments like these. He’s quick to cock his gun with a smirk, waiting for my answer.
“Because my parents raised me that way…”
“Why don’t you show me then? Start cleaning my boots. Show your devotion.”
My heart beat like a hummingbird and I was afraid it might burst through my chest. However, if it’s my time to die then so be it.
I sank to my knees in front of him once he leaned onto the table and lifted a boot toward my face. My stomach is in knots as I carefully sweep my tongue over the sole, into each crevice there may be drying blood. Even the leather on its entirety got a nice touch up. I didn’t stop until I knew there’s not a speck of blood or dirt left and I repeated this until Tate’s other boot was like the first. By then, all I could taste is blood and whatever filth was on the bottom. I mutter one last prayer under the disguise of wiping my lips, attempting to scoot back.
He grabbed for the collar of my shirt and hauled me up so my feet dangle inches off the ground. Those dark eyes of his are so dilated that the brown is almost nonexistent. I can even see my reflection in them and it confirms my assumption of being caught by the Devil.
“He won’t be able to save you. I’m right here, I am your God. Aren’t good girls supposed to be on their knees for their savior when praying?”
“Shut up Tate! You don’t know anything about religion and you certainly don’t know mine!”
That’s when I moved faster than he’s able to comprehend, my feet shot out and struck between his legs, that certainly got a reaction of cursing and dropping me once again.
I immediately went for the shotgun, trying to tear it from his grasp but he whipped it upward right when I had the advantage. It struck my jaw with such force teeth rattled and I feared some would fall out. Tears filled my eyes but I stayed defiant, rushing toward him again but this time he landed a blow to my head. Before I knew what happened, I’m dizzily lifting my head to see Tate executing yet another classmate then heading my way. Boots thudding with each step.
His attitude is on full display by kicking a chair forward, sitting right in front of me. I’m muttering prayers once the overwhelming dizziness goes down enough to where I form coherent thought. I gasp and try prying the hand pulling me on my knees but soon realize metal at my temple.
“Hey Kevin. Did you know your little girlfriend is a filthy cock slut? She’s given me blowjobs in the bathroom more than once. Hopefully she didn’t kiss you on the lips afterwards.”
I glanced at Kevin who’s staring at Tate with such rage that if looks could kill, he would be dead already. Tate however, appears rather smug at the reaction and to further prove his point starts undoing his belt. My face paled at the realization and I settled my eyes on the man currently leaned over me. The grip on my hair tightened once I turned my face away, trying to get as much distance as possible.
“Oh don’t tell me. You’re shy to suck me off in front of your boyfriend but not when it’s just us? And here I thought an audience would only arouse you more.”
Tate forced my head downward but even then I wouldn’t allow him entrance. His anger surges and he’s off the chair in a second to push his pants further down. Fully revealing his hardened cock in all its glory. Tate found this situation quite amusing, especially since the girl below him proved unwilling. It only turns him on even more knowing she didn’t want this too.
“Open your mouth, slut. Or would you prefer to have it blown off like his?”
The barrel traces the line tears had gone and stopped right under my chin, in the exact spot where Simon was blown away. I really couldn’t say no or else he’d end my life. Reluctantly, I licked my lips to moisten them, opened my mouth and he immediately slipped inside.
His gun returned to my forehead as a constant reminder that at any moment he could pull the trigger. He’s enjoying every second of this and there wasn’t anything we could do to stop him.
Tate bobs my head along his dick in such a way that each thrust makes me gag. It wasn’t much different from our time in the bathroom but at this moment he didn’t make sure I’m comfortable. Sometimes, Tate would ask if I needed a break or if he should slow down. But this is relentless. My already aching jaw felt as if it might snap at any moment but otherwise I relaxed as much as possible. Every movement of Tate’s hips forced me to take every inch of his thick cock. My tongue moved across shaft to tip, hoping to seem genuine in my effort to please. I felt the barrel slide roughly against my hair as he let out a sigh.
“You go down just like Holy Mary but this time I’m not on a cross. And you won’t be a virgin for much longer, little miss Mary.”
From that insulting comment I dug my fingernails into his thighs hard enough until Tate yanked my head back, getting a better angle that allowed him even deeper. His tip continues hitting the back of my throat with every thrust and I traced each vein with my tongue, fighting the urge to bite him. The only noise in the room was of me sucking him off. No matter the humiliation I kept my eyes on him even as tears distort his face.
I could feel the oncoming orgasm from the way his pace became uneven and it wasn’t long until he shot a load down my throat. After swallowing each drop, he pulled me off and it was a relief having air back in my lungs. The first few breaths I managed were coughs, my throat felt sore and uncomfortable from what occurred.
The fight in me hadn’t vanished so easily.
When Tate glanced arrogantly—for a few minutes too long—at Kevin I grabbed the nearest book and slammed it into his face. It seems I caught him entirely off guard and that mistake is all I needed. He threw his gun on the table and was about to lunge forward.
I suddenly had a burst of confidence, practically throwing myself over the table to grab it before Tate could. I avoided his grasp and backed away, my hands shaking while I lifted the heavy firearm and aimed at his heart.
“My patience is wearing thin. Doll.”
He quickly advanced on me and didn’t hesitate to press his heaving chest against his own weapon. His hand went for the middle then to mine upon seeing my confidence quickly waver, my finger soon slipped from the trigger. God damn it, I wouldn’t be any better than Tate if I did this.
I took in his appearance, bloody-faced from a possibly broken nose and those eyes burned into mine. He’s completely different from the boy I met on my first day of school. The person before me is tuned for the hunt.
“Tate please—“
We’re toe to toe but it’s clear he’s using our height difference to intimidate. I’m pinned between him and the wooden table without a way of escaping. It was my fault after all but either way I had no choice.
“It’s Sir to you. It’s Yes Sir for you! Didn’t your parents raise you to respect authority? I surely hope you don’t behave this way in church.”
I could feel the anger radiating off Tate in waves. He twisted my wrist hard enough I thought I heard bones snap and the gun is ripped from my grasp. It’s discarded immediately and his hands were around my throat in a warning squeeze.
Yet again I tested my diminishing boundaries even as I courted death. Each time my religion is mocked it’s like a physical slap to the face.
“You haven’t the right to be called as such! You’re just acting out in an attempt to gain control of your life when your childhood had none.”
This had been the wrong thing to say.
His free hand went to his belt to produce a switchblade that sliced through my panties. I certainly regret my choice to wear a skirt today, my thighs clenched together in a feeble effort to cover myself from him. I felt fingers trailing up my shaking legs that stopped at the hip. At that, I pressed myself into the table to avoid his icy touch which seemed colder than normal.
“I’m warning you bitch. After I’m finished with you, you’ll wish I had blown your brains out. Why don’t you beg for it? Beg for me to pop your cherry. I mean…I doubt someone like you has experience when it comes to sex.”
Tate’s voice had dropped to a threatening tone and there’s a sudden pulling sensation at my throat. He managed to yank my necklace off and toss it aside even when I caught hold of it momentarily. I couldn’t help the sob that came upon having my religion physically stripped by the Devil. I looked straight at him and said what’s expected past the lump in my throat.
“Ta—Sir. P-please take my virginity. Fuck me like the slut you say I am. I’ll even worship you as…my..my God.”
He slicked his fingers with spit and his own blood and brought them to my cunt after forcing my legs apart. Trying to provide enough wetness. Tate knew it took great effort for those words to slip past my lips so it’s why he entered without hesitation. I cried out from his first thrust that forced my body further into the table, arching my back when a hand slipped under my shirt to harshly fondle my breasts.
“Mmm…am I exciting you already doll? You know, I’ve heard virgins get wet the fastest. It would be terrible for your boyfriend if you’re a lying whore.”
The twisted smile on his face only widened once I truly started to cry. He showed no mercy in taking something we both knew I wished to keep until marriage. I wrapped my arms around his back, clawing at the fabric while my insides ripped at his invasion. It only provided more lubrication as even more blood coats his dick with each harsh snap of his hips. The pace is bruising as Tate buries himself balls deep and soon enough there’s a fire burning in my core. A sensation I tried denying even as this started feeling really good. The hand still at my throat tightened to where I couldn’t get enough air, my vision wavered but his laughter was distinct.
“Tell me, did you ever finger yourself to the thought of me after our sessions? I thought of fucking you like this for quite some time.”
His voice lowers to almost a whisper that’s a strange contrast from the dominant behavior earlier. I managed a nod, tears continue rolling down my cheeks when a moan gave my arousal away quicker than intended.
The pressure momentarily vanished to allow an opportunity to answer.
“Yes Sir. I’ve also imagined what you’d feel like inside me. I often fantasized about it.”
I ran my fingers through his slicked back hair once our foreheads came together in a show of mock intimacy. The sound of skin against skin is so disgustingly exciting, laughter rings in my ears as does the gunshots while he choked the life out of me. His intense, soulless eyes captured my gaze and I knew then he saw everything. My legs shook despite not fully standing which promoted him to slip an arm under my waist. Making it so there’s no distance between us.
Before this situation happened the few of us alive had stifled any noise that might have attracted the shooter. Now I can hear sobbing and prayers all around us. For Tate, this only made him want to fuck her harder and force her to show everyone she’s actually enjoying it.
Tate groaned when my walls clenched around his cock but he didn’t let up on chasing his own orgasm. Unfortunately my first time is mixed with pain and pleasure as my eyes rolled into my head. It feels as if I’m floating when my body suddenly jerks forward but my only thought is to feel him cum. My legs came around his waist when Tate hits a spot that nearly unraveled me.
“Please Sir…”
“Please what? You’ve got to use your words sweetheart.”
His voice is sickeningly gentle. His breath further heats my skin when he laughs into my neck at my desperate tone. Tate shifts our weight so I’m sitting further in his lap, yet another moan escaped at the change of position. The lack of oxygen clouded my mind and to his delight I’m bouncing on his cock like a whore. He’s stretching me to my limit with each thrust that forced his thickness deeper than I thought imaginable. I sharply pulled at Tate’s hair in an attempt to encourage him to speed up the pace.
“Please, please allow me to cum. I need to, Sir. I’m just a vessel to be used by a God such as you.”
“That’s right. Fuck, you’re so tight. You really are a slut after all and an unfaithful Christian. I’ll show you who’s God.”
Those words muttered into my skin are like poison though my body told a different story entirely. Each spot he touched felt ablaze. I felt awful for subtlety moving my hips against the very person who took the lives of our classmates just a few feet away. Tate is by no means a God though continues to act as such. The only authority he has is due to the uniform and gun.
I couldn’t help but consider how good he feels inside, his dick hitting a sweet spot that makes me fasten my legs tighter around him, coaxing him to go even harder.
“I want you to say it. Say ‘You own me Sir. You are my God.’”
Tate’s fully aware he’s being watched fuck her senseless and the fact she’s submitting is almost too good to be true. Another sadistic grin spread across his lips at the thought of what’s to occur when she’s swept to the hospital. At night, he often fantasized about this very moment, raping a girl such as this one before committing suicide. The crying and praying—hers and their classmates—only made him harder. And that she fought back. Tate’s looking into her eyes while she straddles him, her face is flushed and eyes half-lidded with arousal.
“Ah…you..you own me Sir. You are my God.”
My fate was sealed then and there. A few sharp movements were all it took before Tate fully buried himself, blowing his load.
There was only so much he could handle, their foreheads pressed together as her walls started to constrict as if trying to keep him sheathed. Tate admired her briefly, the tear stained face, parted lips, her breath on his tongue and tickling him. She looked absolutely ruined in the most beautiful way.
His cock throbbed and I’m filled to the brim with hot cum that goes deeper than he’s able. I pressed my face into Tate’s neck, nuzzling into him. Whimpering once I felt his blade kiss my flesh. He leaned down and bit my throat hard enough to leave teeth imprints. Soon enough my head lulled onto his shoulder as my consciousness quickly faded.
Tate groaned while pulling out of her before lowering the girl on the floor. She’s already dripping which prompted him to stuff her pussy with the underwear previously cut. Trying to keep as much in so there’s a higher chance of pregnancy. He carefully placed his trenchcoat—revealing his military coat underneath—over her body, then fixed his pants, grabbed his shotgun and headed for the exit. All the while whistling that very tune he had before starting the massacre.
Tate headed for the cafeteria—and shot the few remaining students under tables who were foolish enough to stay put. He picked up a discarded water bottle, drank what’s left and threw it to the floor when finished. By the time he arrived it was already 12:30 pm and it’s only a matter of time before SWAT ruined his fun. He jogged to the library for one last survey of his work. The girl under his coat remained blissfully ignorant of his looming form above her. He licked his lips slowly, admiring her delicate body he just defiled. She looked so fragile. If he really wanted to, he could strangle her or put a bullet in that pretty head right now. Although that wasn’t the plan.
Tate put 6 feet of distance between them, going onto his knees but facing her. He raised the gun to his left temple and pulled the trigger. Hoping to be confined at Westfield instead of that damn house.
The few in the library watched their shooter kill himself less than 10 feet from them. A few screamed out—from relief or shock it wasn't known—and immediately ran for the exit. Except Kevin, Aileen and Stephanie.
Aileen was the first to move toward y/n while Kevin grabbed the broken pendant he cradled in his palm. A part of him was relieved Tate had killed himself while the other wished he’d been the one to do it.
The two knelt beside y/n, each holding one hand. They didn’t need to look under the trenchcoat to imagine how she appeared since they were forced to watch. But for now she’s peaceful which is why they didn’t wake her. All they could do is wait until SWAT assisted everyone outside.
In the end. Tate knew what he did was for a war he hoped others took note of. Their school needed cleansing as does this filthy world they live in. His act of committing suicide wasn’t one of cowardliness but of self sacrifice. He saved his classmates from the truly harsh realities of life. They’re taken somewhere safe, somewhere clean. Perhaps some would understand his actions and regard him a hero. A soldier even. In times of tragedy people looked to God. Right? Wherever Tate ends up he’ll always find a way to make sure people saw him as such. Especially y/n.
#finished letter#under the sheets#dead dove do not eat#tw school shooting#school shooting tw#noncon mention#tw noncon#Tate Langdon smut#Tate Langdon x Reader#ahs smut#dark content#proship#🥀 anon#proship writing blog#proship writing
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Yandere! SCP 049 Headcanons
woah im actually getting to this anyways sorry for the long wait but im here! the reader is apart of the scientific department ^^ also reader is afab but uses they/them
SFW
God does he love you.
Though you guys were both unaware at first
He thought it was just a feeling of friendliness and care
Until he couldn't keep you out of his head. Through all of his research, the thought of you lingered in his head
He then started to feel something different in him.
He felt an urge to protect you from everyone and to never let you go. He only wanted you to look at him, talk to him and for you to only be by him.
For you though, as an ScD, you saw him react differently everytime he saw you.
He would stare at you, like he was in a trance. He would treat you differently from the rest of the scientists.
The way you two began to grow closer was when you interviewed him.
You guys sat there for hours under close watch by the foundation. Talking on and on about eachothers lives and personal things.
You know it was odd to be closer than friends with an SCP, especially as foundation personnel but you felt something for him. Love.
He could tell you felt this by how he analyzed you everytime you guys would talk. He felt ecstatic, absolute joy in your reciprocation.
Sometimes when the foundation had put you in for tests, you two would talk to eachother in his cell. Enjoying eachothers company as you guys talked. He would even show off some of his progress or belongings that he somehow had.
You looked at him as he explained his studies, deep in thought and showing interest to it. "See, the pestilence does not reside in other mammals similar to humans, They've given me orangutans to test on but it's just not the same.." You nodded in agreement as he continued, "Though someday I hope to test on a human with the pestilence. Or any human."
"Would I be on your list of potential tests?" you questioned
"God no! Your beauty must be protected, I must not ruin a person like you..."
NSFW
ohgod-
He tries to be gentle at first. Keyword: tries.
He has a knife kink no fucking doubt and loves to carve hearts into you
What does his penis look like? oh honey you asked the wrong person
So I think its kinda lanky. Definitely sensative. His skin has a greyish tint to it so I think his penis definitely is grey with a bit of red at the top. The red is probably something like #DDCDC9 with the rest of his penis being #DDDDDD and his balls being a little darker at #C4C4C4. I'd say the length is 7.12 inches soft maybe, 8.01in hard (wow im generous). His penis may not be that thick but it makes up in length. Girth is probs 3.10in wide. His semen production is kinda alot. He definitely has a curve about like 4-5 degrees towards him.
He'd tie you up and call you a 'gift from the heavens'
049 writes down your reactions and actions and i will die on this hill.
He loves when you suck him off but refuses to say.
SIZE KINK SIZE KINK if your small he will love you forever
Theres no way he doesnt have a dacryphilia kink
Fucks you for hours and says its for research LMAOO
HE WILL MAKE YOU BEG I WILL DIE HERE
sorry i dont have much im so tired rn 💀
He looked at you as you layed under him, naked and flustered. "Beg for it, love." you looked at him and wimpered "P-Please fuck me 049, please cum inside of me..~" He chuckled at your words and thrusted into you,
"Finally I have you all to me.."
Yes i fucking wrote that paragraph. why? because i can. I apologize (not
#scp 049#scp#scp foundation#scp researcher#scp 049 x reader#smut#scp smut#why did i write that fucking paragraph LMAOOO#LIKE THIS IS SO FUNNY BAHAHAH#proship interact#proship writing#🐀 writes!#yandere
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#twitter#proship#trauma#tw sa#writing#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#spilledink#fiction#coping mechanism#therapy#mental health
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Stop putting DNI on your tags and stop bringing shipping discourse into AO3
AO3 hid the story and asked OP to remove the tag (the fanfic is not even removed) due to the inflammatory tag. That's deserved. AO3 is not a social media for people to fight over ship and chronically online discourse. It's a library. If people keep bringing DNI and discourse into AO3 it'll make the place toxic for writers and reader.
What are you trying to accomplish with putting DNI? Do you think people actually care about DNI? No, it's just making you looking like an asshole doing this
Also AO3 was founded by a Wincest and Thorki shipper. Astolat made AO3 because FF net and other sites keep purging nsfw fanfic. AO3 is literally made for problematique shipper that op don't like.
Then OP doing this? For what? People want to enjoy reading their fanfic not seeing DNI and online discourse on AO3. I hate using the word virtue signaling as it's often used to demean progress but this is what a real virtue signaling looks like 🤦🤦♀️
(I bet op wrote more inflammatory tags on their fic other than 'proshitter DNI get a life' because it take a lot to get your story hidden or removed)
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Soft OTP or Self Ship Prompts
An ask game for your OTP or self ship! Answers can be as short or as long as you care to make them. Don't feel bad about answering with a tiny snippet, and don't feel bad about going ham!
1- Write about your ship cuddling into bed together after a long and tiring day.
2- Write about your ship helping each other to prepare a special meal.
3- Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment.
4- Write about your ship holding hands in a happy moment.
5- Write about a casual kiss between your ship.
6- Write about an intense kiss between your ship.
7- Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.
8- Write about one member of your ship giving the other a compliment.
9- Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.
10- Write about your ship helping each other get ready for the day in the morning.
11- Write about your ship waking up together.
12- Write about your ship going somewhere new together for the first time.
13- Write about your ship celebrating one of the members birthdays.
14- Write about your ship celebrating their anniversary.
15- Write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together.
16- Write about a hug between your ship.
17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.
18- Write about how each member of your ship smells.
19- Write about your ship going on a casual date.
20- Write about your ship sneaking a romantic moment together.
21- Write about your ship showing each other physical affection.
22- Write about a member of your ship giving the other a special gift.
23- Write about your ship supporting each other through a hard time.
24- Write about your ship cuddling.
25- Write about your ship bathing or swimming together.
#self ship#self ship asks#self ship game#self ship ask meme#fictional other#f/o game#f/o prompts#self ship prompts#ship prompts#otp prompts#writing prompts#pairing prompts#proship#proselfship#proship self ship#proship selfship
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#me reassuring myself before I write the most self indulgent fic ever#forget about canon x canon#s/i x canon supremacy#proship selfship#proselfship#selfproship
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Ways to say "I love you" / prompts
You're a miracle I've been waiting for my whole life.
I wake up only because of you.
I'm living for you.
You're the reason I'm still alive.
I take my every breath for you.
You saved me. And I'm incredibly thankful for that.
You're the most important person in my life.
For you, I'd steal the stars.
My life has no meaning without you.
I'm incomplete without you.
I don't know how to live without you.
No one will ever be able to replace you.
Losing you is not an option.
This world doesn't make sense without you in it.
I'm not going anywhere.
You're not alone.
As long as I have you, I have a reason to live.
All I ever wanted is there in your eyes.
You're the only one on my mind.
You got that power over me...
Living without you is not an option.
I'm lost without you.
I love you too much to not care.
I could bear the thought of losing him. It's you I can't bear the thought of losing.
I never thought I could fall for you so hard.
You're my world.
I wanna have a family with you.
You're my night sky full of stars.
You matter to me. A lot.
How could I ever love someone else?
You mean the world to me.
#writers block#writerslife#sad prompts#fanfiction prompts#my prompts#story prompts#otp prompts#roleplay prompts#proship prompts#art prompts#writing prompts#journal prompts#dialogue prompt#writing prompt#writing ideas#story prompt
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Shoutout to all Selfshippers.
Shoutout to the women who selfship, to the men who selfship, to the intersex people, to the nonbinary people and other trans people who selfship. Shoutout to the Xenogender Selfshippers and those who prefer to stay unlabeled.
Shoutout to the black Selfshippers, to the white Selfshippers, to asian Selfshippers and to all the other people of color in the community. Shoutout to those of you who speak english, those who don't, those who only speak one language and those who speak multiple.
Shoutout to the Selfshippers who don't use she/her pronouns, to the ones who use she/her pronouns! Shoutout to the he/him, they/them, it/its, neopronouns and no pronouns using Selfshippers.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who date men and those who date women. And Shoutout to Selfshippers who date both men and women, or even anyone that isn't either. Shoutout to the Selfshippers whose F/Os have no canon gender or are canonically genderless.
Shoutout to neurodivergent Selfshippers, to those of you who have personality disorders and dissociative disorders. Shoutout to those of you who struggle with social interactions, who need a constant reassurance, to those who feel safest in their relationship with their F/Os.
Shoutout to disabeled Selfshippers, to those who don't always need their aid and to those who do always need them! To Selfshippers who have learned to live with their disability and embrace it the best they can, and those who struggle daily with their disability.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who are Aromantic or Asexual, to Selfshippers who are Fictosexual and Fictoromantic. Shoutout to the staight, gay, lesbian, bi, pan, omni and poly Selfshippers. Shoutout to the Selfshippers whos Orientation can't be tied down with those words and to Selfshippers who refuse to label themselves.
Shoutout to monogamous Selfshippers, to polyamorous Selfshippers, those who are ambiamorous and those who don't label themselves in this regard.
Shoutout to the Selfshippers who are also Plural or Otherkin, to the Therians and Fictionkins. A Shoutout to the Selfshippers who are IRLs of Characters and those who heavily identify with certain characters for any reason whatsoever.
Shoutout to the Selfshippers who ship with their F/Os for fun, and to those who take their relationship with their F/Os serious. Shoutout to those whose F/Os have saved them and to those who save their F/Os.
Shoutout to Selfshippers to ship with popular characters, to those who ship with unpopular characters. Shoutout to those who ship with main characters, those who ship with side characters, to those who ship with villains, and those who ship with background characters. Shoutout to those who took their F/Os and made them an OC to save them from their source.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who accept all of their F/Os canon, to those who only accept certain aspects as canon and those who refuse all of their canon.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who have interacted with, watched and read all of their F/Os sourcematerial. Shoutout to those who haven't watched everything, regardless of if you plan to or not. Shoutout to the Selfshippers who have not once interacted with their F/Os source.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who draw Art of their F/Os, who draw Art with them and their F/Os, to those who write about their F/Os and to those who don't do any of this. Shoutout to those who daydream about their F/Os and those who dream about their F/Os at night.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who only have one F/O, to those who have multiple. Shoutout to those who have only romantic F/Os and to those who have not one romantic F/O. Shoutout to the Selfshippers who ship platonically, queerplatonically, romantically, familial or any other way.
Shoutout to the young Selfshippers in the Community, to the teens and the adults. Shoutout to those who only started selfshipping now and those who have selfshipped for years on end.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who feel as though selfshipping saved their life. Shoutout to those who use it as a coping mechanism, to those who beat loneliness and to those who use it as a means of getting through their daily life.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who date someone next to their F/Os, to those who love both their Significant Other and their Fictional Other. Shoutout to those who don't want to date someone in real life because they feel content with their F/Os and to those who can't date someone in real life due to being so committed to their F/Os.
Shoutout to Selfshippers with F/Os from popular media, to those with F/Os from their childhood media and to those with really unknown or obscure media.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who go to school, who work or who are at home. Shoutout to the Selfshippers who struggle with life and those who are secure and happy.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who would give everything to have their F/Os be real and to those who are fine with them being fictional. Shoutout to Selfshippers who struggle to understand that their F/Os are fictional.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who have found their family in their F/Os, to those with two families now, to Selfshippers who have a friendgroup of F/Os.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who are comfortable sharing their F/Os, to those who feel uncomfortable with sharing them. Shoutout to Selfshippers whos boundaries around their F/Os change, to the Selfshippers who feel guilty for their boundaries. Shoutout to the Selfshippers who feel embarassed about their F/Os or feel embarassed about gushing about them.
Shoutout to the Selfshippers who see themselves as pretty and those who don't. Shoutout to those of you that are insecure, that feel embarassed about certain aspects of their looks and those who love themselves fully.
Shoutout to skinny Selfshippers, to chubby and fat Selfshippers. Shoutout to those of you who love their body and those who don't. Shoutout to those of you who have stretch marks, those who have body hair and shave and those who don't shave.
Shoutout to Selfshippers with dyed hair and those who keep their hair natural. Shoutout to those with tattoos and those with piercings.
Shoutout to Selfshippers who own a bunch of merch of their F/Os and shoutout to those of you who don't have any merch at all. Shoutout to those of you who have F/Os that have no merch and to those of you who don't have the money to buy merch. Shoutout to those of you who make their own merch of their F/Os, those who commission others and those who buy their merch online.
Shoutout to all and any Selfshipper. Know that your F/Os love you - because you're the definition of perfect to them.
#some of the parts are short because I lack the words and knowledge to write them properly#so feel free to add your own shoutouts as well#i feel as not everyone was mentioned here but this is a long post already#i just want to spread some love to all selfshippers because positivity and all#[selfship]#f/o community#fictional other#self ship#self shipping#selfship#selfshipping#f/o#proship dni#comship dni
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I'm not sure how to tell the pro-censorship people this, but squicky, badly handled art about dark topics is a PREREQUISITE to deeply moving art about the same dark topics.
You aren't encouraging writers to include more nuance in their works, or reevaluate their world-view. You're telling new writers not to try.
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Imagine your F/O being really, truly infatuated with the way you look. Of course, you have plenty of other traits they adore and admire, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t find you the most beautiful person they’ve ever laid eyes on. They could write endless poetry about how your eyes sparkle, how your smile makes them weak at the knees, how angelic you look even when you’re just standing there. They’ll always feel like the luckiest person in the world for having been chosen by you.
#I’m feeling really horrible about my appearance lately so I tried writing something to maybe cheer myself up#maybe it’ll help you too if you’re feeling the same way#f/o imagine#f/o imagines#f/o scenario#f/o scenarios#imagine your f/o#imagine your fictional other#imagine your favorite character#PROSHIP DNI
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i just want to make it so clear that youtube is the place where i found my both favorite and least favorite example of how shipcourse has breached containment
like bro you are on youtube, you're lucky if someone even wants to read your description bc it was in the description of a gacha react video.
#proship#proship safe#profic#anti anti#proshippers please interact#i hate tags on tumblr#tw antiship#antis are stupid#i attempted writing the image description three times and it kept glitching me out so i gave up
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to the anxious, insecure, or sensitive self-shippers...
no matter how big or small it was that upset you, your f/o will always be there to comfort you! if something upsets you, it's obviously not silly—especially to them! whether you want to vent, advice, or just need someone to sit with you, they've always got your back.
your f/o always wants you to know that their jokes and teasing are in good fun! they'd never want to upset you and they'll never tease you about your worries, insecurities, and anxieties.
to cheer you up, they'll suggest something they know you'll adore: whether that's cooking your favorite food, taking you to a special place, buying you a meaningful gift, or just spending quality time together, they'll have it all planned out before you can say "yes"!
you are never, ever a burden to your f/o! they love you with all their heart and always, always want to see you smile.
your smile is their entire world!! ♡
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#self ship#selfship#self shipping#self ship imagines#proship selfship#proselfship#pro selfship#proselfshipping#proship safe#proshippers please interact#antis dni#inspired by an anti post#🪩 noe writes
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Be the kind of writer that antis block on sight.
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please tell me I'm not the only one who gets a bit bothered by antis who write "proship dni" at the end of their post, but then they write proship by replacing some of the letters with different characters (ex. pr0sh1p, pr05hipp3r, etc.)
my brother in christ. please just write it normally so i can avoid the post and i can avoid interacting with you.
I can only add so many variations of "proship dni" written with different letters and numbers in my blacklist
#proship#proship safe space#antis dni#anti anti#proshipping#proshipper#proshippers please interact#anti purity culture#i see this especially in the selfship tag#like. okay i won't interact but can you do the bare minimum and write it correctly
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Don't shame people for writing or enjoying more grounded settings. People writing speculative fiction that cares about realism in certain aspects isn't stopping you from writing something that doesn't care about realism. "It's fantasy that shouldn't matter" isn't universal, if someone cares about that part of their worldbuilding you don't have a right to say they shouldn't. Just like how somebody talking agaisnt your world for being unrealistic in a place where you don't care about that level of realism sucks, it sucks an equal amount to dismiss someone striving for realism because you'd personally be fine with those aspects being unrealistic.
"Just let people enjoy things" applies to hard science fiction and low fantasy as much as it applies to soft science fiction and high fantasy.
#worldbuilding#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#fantasy#writers#196#writerscommunity#fantasy worldbuilding#worldbuilding advice#low fantasy#high fantasy#hard science fiction#hard sci fi#discourse#proship
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