#tw manhandling

[rinhaler]

Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/

I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !

words: 1.5k

“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.

“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”

Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.

“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”

“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”

“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.

Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.

And still, you feel sorry for him.

He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.

“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.

“… I can do it for you.”

Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.

But maybe you’re just high.

“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. “Why did you really come over?”

He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.

You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.

You hate yourself.

You want to kiss him.

He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.

And you let him.

Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.

“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.

You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.

You do want this.

Your pitiful display can attest to that.

His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.

He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.

But you don’t.

Not a single word.

His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.

And it shocks you.

His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.

“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.

You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.

“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”

He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.

“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.

You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.

This is always what he wants.

He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”

“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—

He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.

He should be a porn star.

He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.

The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.

He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.

Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.

© 2024 rinhaler

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[absolute-flaming-trash]

Pairing: Yandere!Alastor x Fem!Reader

SFW

Word Count: 1'882

Warnings: Yandere, Abuse, Abusive relationship, Choking, Degradation, Manhandling, Threats, Possessiveness, Alastor is a massive asshole and mean as shit. Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Hindsight was always 20/20.

A bit of an understatement, really. Looking back it was hard to believe just how much one decision could impact your entire afterlife, and you wanted to kick yourself.

Desperation was the excuse you gave yourself whenever you thought about why you made a deal with Alastor.

What he proposed wasn’t something you thought too much of at the time. In exchange for your soul, he offered you security - solidarity in a realm where most were keen on focusing on the weakest among them and tearing them to shreds. Not only would you be protected on a daily basis, but you had, essentially, a guarantee that you would survive extermination day whenever it inevitably rolled around.

Seemed almost too good to be true, but knowing the risks involved in refusing, you had accepted.

He never asked much of you in return, much to your surprise. Nothing that ever seemed too unreasonable, at least. If anything, the things he asked of you felt more like exchanges that would occur between friends - taking on small tasks he’d otherwise find too boring to entertain.

Sometimes you’d even go as far as to call them domestic.

Oh, but you knew better than to assume your relationship fell anywhere close to friendship. Amicable was a better word, not good nor bad, but certainly nothing to be overtly confident about - which made what you intended to ask so much worse.

The very thought of it made a shiver go through your body as you walked through the Hotel hallway. A voice in the back of your mind, your conscience perhaps, whispered that it wasn’t too late to turn back. To do a complete 180 and march right back the way you came.

You didn’t listen.

By the time you came to a stop, the hairs on your arms stood completely on end. The door in front of you looked exactly like the others that lined the hallway, deceptive in its mundane simplicity. It only made the feeling of foreboding that much worse as you held your breath and raised your hand to knock, knuckles barely grazing the polished wood at first but connecting more solidly the second time around.

A part of you prayed there wouldn’t be an answer, nails digging further into your palms as the silence extended onwards.

Please don’t answer, please don’t answer-

All hopes were dashed by the dark wood swinging open to reveal a wall of red.

Alastor bent slightly at the waist when greeting you, bringing his eye level slightly down to yours, “My, my, what a pleasant surprise this is!~”

The smile you could muster in response didn’t even come close to matching his own, and your greeting not nearly as jovial.

“Hi.” You said, pausing briefly between words. “I was wondering if you had a few minutes?”

The signature clicking of his vertebrae accompanied the tilt of his head as he stared down at you intrigued. “Whatever for?~”

You began to pick at your nail beds. “Just to talk.”

Alastor hummed, amusement dancing behind his eyes before he opened the door to his suite a little bit wider.

“Oh, I suppose I could spare a moment or two for somebody like you.~”

The way he said it made you unsure whether such a statement was a compliment or an insult, but regardless you followed him inside.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you…” You began to say, looking around the space. No matter how many times you’d been inside, you’d never get used to it.

“Not at all, sweetheart!~” His arm came around your shoulders, leading you further into his suite and towards the table he had set up in the swampland that seamlessly blended in with the decor.

With a flash of green another chair appeared beside his own, and he gestured towards it with the end of his microphone staff.

“Have a seat.~”

You complied, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you did so. Foolishly, you had hoped to stay standing for this conversation in order to keep it as brief as possible. The cool metal of the chair dug into the skin of your thighs despite your clothing and you found yourself staring at the tabletop rather than at Alastor himself.

“Now,” There was some rustling of paper as Alastor picked a newspaper back up off the table, half paying attention to you when he spoke. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

This was it. No going back, no cutting corners, better to rip the bandaid off than to beat around the bush.

You bit your cheek harder and you could already taste the blood on your tongue before you opened your mouth.

“I want out.”

Alastor barely looked in your direction, but the subtle twitch of his ear was hard to miss once you spoke.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow but never took his eyes off the paper in his lap as he turned the page. “Care to elaborate?”

“Our deal.” The words felt thick when you spoke them. Heavy. “I want my soul back.”

Alastor’s pause made the atmosphere feel nothing short of dreadful as he turned his head to look at you directly. His ever-present smile widened while his eyes narrowed.

“Now what makes you think you deserve that, sweetheart?~”

“It isn’t about deserving anything.” You stated, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. “It’s… renegotiating.”

Alastor snickered, the sound accompanied by a pre-recorded laugh track.

“Well, aren’t you simply adorable?” He placed the newspaper off to the side and rapped his claws against the table. “Unfortunately for you, that’s not how deals work.”

Your hands curled into fists in your lap as he continued speaking.

“While the deal we made was a fairly simple one, the end result is the same.” He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. “I own your soul. There aren’t any take-backsies on the matter.”

Nails bit into your palm at the syrupy condescension in his voice. It made anger brim in your chest, but acting on emotion was not a smart move here.

You took a deep breath. “Our deal has run its course, though.” You did your best to ignore how his eyes narrowed further at that. “Now that I’m at the Hotel… it offers what you originally did, so your part of the bargain is no longer necessary.”

His eyes flashed, glowing a brighter red and illuminating the space between the two of you for a moment.

“Ah, I see. You think our deal is now void because I’ve been replaced in a sense.” His smile was anything but reassuring or kind. “And therefore you shouldn’t be expected to uphold your end of the bargain, am I correct?~”

You swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

Alastor tutted. “My dear, who are you to get to decide when our deal is void in any way, shape, or form?”

The question was clearly rhetorical, but you answered anyway.

“Because it’s my soul.” The firmness in your voice did little to cover how weak of an answer that truly was. “I should be able to get a say in when we’ve reached the end of our contract-”

A green flash and the cold snap of metal around your neck cut off any further words you had to say. You barely had any time to register your air getting cut off as you were yanked forward harshly into the dirt - leaving you coughing when the chain slackened enough for you to breathe once more.

“It seems to me that you are forgetting a few things, darling,” Alastor said, pulling sharply on the chain once more to force your face back up to his.

Green stitches lined the seams of his clothes and wove at the edges of his smile - antlers growing with each word he spoke, and it took every bit of courage you had to bite back a whimper.

He was pissed.

“Firstly, the Hotel,” He cooed sweetly,” is the sanctuary you rave it to be because I keep it that way.”

Alastor stood from his chair and stalked towards you, wrapping the end of the chain around his microphone as he went.

“Secondly, might I remind you that it was you who approached me.” He hissed, faux kindness mixing with the barely contained anger you could see in his eyes.

“You,” He nudged your chin with the end of his microphone, “ came to me with the proposal of offering yourself in exchange for my services, not the other way around.” His eyes scanned over your form - lingering on the way your chest moved rapidly to accommodate your breaths before returning to your face.

“I've grown... accustomed to you, my dear, and our deal stands until I say so. Since you are seemingly incapable of understanding the subtleties of that, I’ll put it in simple terms so you can understand.”

The cool metal of your collar was soon replaced with the warm, smooth texture of his glove as he kneeled in the dirt and wrapped his hand around your neck. The gesture made you gasp, reflexively drawing in as much air as possible before he could choke you, but Alastor didn’t squeeze. Instead, he let the weight of his hand do the work.

“I own you. Every breath you take, every little thought in that empty head of yours belongs completely and solely to me.”

The black of his gums peeked out as his smile - which felt more akin to a snarl - widened. “Besides, what would you even do if I gave your soul back?”

Another rhetorical question, but the humiliation and inequity of the situation caused you to answer once more despite everything inside screaming at you not to.

“That’s my business.”

The sheer volume of emotion that passed through Alastor’s eyes told you that was the wrong fucking answer to give.

He snickered and leaned closer to the point you could smell the rot of his breath. “See, you might think that, darling, but since you’re mine, it’s my business too. So here’s how this is going to go.”

The hand around your throat began to squeeze.

“My business is to keep you. You’ll keep doing each and every little thing I ask of you, and you certainly won’t voice complaint when doing so.”

You choked and sputtered again when he hauled you to your feet by your throat and pushed you back into your seat - the armrests catching you directly in the funny bone, causing you to yelp. He placed his hands on either side of you and leered over you. It was the smallest you’d ever felt in your life.

“I’m more than willing to speak to you about anything you wish, darling, I truly am.” He said, inhaling deeply before continuing, and you swore his smile dropped the most you’d ever seen it.

“But if you ever try to speak to me about this again, you’ll learn just how easy you have it with me, is that clear?”

You felt yourself nodding before your mind could even register it. “C-crystal.”

A mixture of relief and dread sunk in your stomach when his smile returned to its normal state and he reached his hand up to pat you twice on the head.

“That’s my girl.~”

© absolute-flaming-trash 2024. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

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[inkwell-and-dagger]

give me a whumpee curled up on the floor, carding their hand through their hair, untangling all the knots or rubbing soothingly over the place whumper just held a little too tightly to drag them across the floor

#whump prompt #whump prompts #whump idea #whump ideas #hair whump #whumpee #whumper #tw manhandling #whump #whump scenarios #vellichor's prompts

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (195)

The villain had accepted this is how they would die. They stopped struggling against the arms pushing them underwater. Everything was hazy. The villain closed their eyes as their lungs burned.

And then the arms came off them and different hands reached down, snatching the villain's collar and hauling them to the surface of the lake.

The villain took deep breaths of air and started coughing. They were dragged a few metres to shore and laid down. They turned over and threw up water and bile onto the grass. They opened their eyes and things were very blurry.

But they were sure they saw the hero standing in front of them, protectively.

"Stay away from them," the hero snarled at the villain's attacker.

The hero's grip tightened on the blood-covered crowbar in their right hand.

#villain x hero #hero x villain #my prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #rescue #tw blo0d #tw attempted murder #tw suffocation #tw manhandling #autocrats in love

[vilsoo]

SLASHER SLUT⌇REINER BRAUN

REINER BRAUN AS JASON VOORHEES! 🔪

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 2,149

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : slaughterville isn’t always safe at night… if only you were more cautious of your surroundings, a fine babe like you wouldn’t end up in a dangerous situation like this. all dolled up in a lovely dress for a picnic date, only to wake up tied to trees with the sinister presence of a man in a mask.

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : kidnapping, dubcon, semi-public sex, strappado position, rope bondage, pantygag, reiner sluts you out, manhandling, creampie, dumbification, mind break, throat fuck, mask kink, impact play. [nsfw visual]

‎ HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

[RIDE ANNOUNCER] You are now boarding onto the Slasher Slut ride. This ride contains flashing scenes, special effects, and content warnings posted. Please remember to stay seated and keep all arms and legs inside when the vehicle is in motion. Any kind of photography is not allowed during the ride. And absolutely no eating, smoking, or drinking while riding. Thanks for your attention and cooperation. We hope you enjoy.

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The world suddenly had a thick, earthy smell saturating your nose— a crispy scent of feathery pines, damp moss, and wet tree trunks. Then, the ambience of buzzing insects and the snapping of twigs. You struggled to flutter your debilitated eyes open, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. When you tried to move, a straining ache from your shoulders and lower spine seized you.

You found yourself bound in coarse, tight ropes that hugged onto your skin. Your arms were raised up behind your head with your wrists tied, your legs were forced apart, and your mouth with a gag. There were two trees on both of your sides that the ropes were attached to. Nothing was as rapid as your pulse quickening in unimaginable, staggering fear. The more you struggled, the more the ropes bit you back. Your panics and screams are muffled. Cool air unsettlingly grazes your bare skin, gazing down at your body and seeing your lovely mini dress all torn and ripped to expose your breasts and most of your body. Your panties were missing, only to realize they were taped to your mouth.

How did it even come to this very moment? The last thing you remembered was getting all dolled up for a picnic date with a fine man you’ve been talking to from a dating app; Reiner Braun. Nothing but a lovely evening picnic date in a secluded and private forest that looked very beautiful from the pictures. You knew that a date like this could be sketchy, however. Good thing you were cautious and careful as possible, sharing your location to your friends and family just in case. You knew that night times in Slaughterville are never safe for young and vulnerable women like you to be roaming around all alone... But yet, you played right into the hands which made your guts feel worse. Hell, there was even a recent kidnapping on the news of a female secretary working under one of the biggest investment firms not that long ago.

Trembling and afraid, all alone in a dark forest; there was nothing more harrowing than becoming another victim to Slaughterville’s greatest threats. The anticipation haunted you tremendously of wondering what was going to happen to you. It wasn’t until the trudging of dirt and twigs crunching were heard from behind and all the hair in the back of your neck raised. You squint at a sudden source of light expanding hitting you, some kind of lantern illuminating the dark scenery around you. Then, the heavy breathing of a man grew louder you started to whimper and sob. From all the panic ruining your mental state, tears started welling in your eyes, dropping down to the earth.

When you turned your head around, you make out a brawny, large man with a hockey mask looming over you. His buff figure and his body size was enough to emit a muffled scream out of you. He was a large, bone-chilling man, almost like a giant, that looks as if he can snap you in half with those biceps. You wanted to run but you knew you weren’t getting anywhere without the ropes pinning you this way. The man walks around the trees you were tied to and stood in front of you, forcefully pulling your head up to look at him.

He slowly pulls his mask back on top of his head to reveal himself. Your breath immediately quickened after scrutinizing the man’s familiar face to be Reiner himself, subtly chuckling at your terrified state.

“Isn’t this a great start to our first ever date night?” he teases with a sinister grin. “You told me before your favorite slasher is Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. I just couldn’t help but surprise you like this. You look so fucking good like this… so helpless and all tied up for me.”

You shook your head rapidly, tears still falling down. Although this entire situation was something you never exactly consented to, never even crossed your mind— something about Reiner in that mask sent your stomach stirring. There seemed to be a very subtle amount of relief coursing over you after realizing who was behind all of this. At least… it wasn’t some creepy stranger with murderous intentions that kidnapped you... Knowing Reiner for months, he’s always had this fantasy of railing you on a lovely picnic date. But never have you imagined it to be this extreme with the kidnapping that happened and tying you up like this. Whatever happened to the “drinking wine and kissing while the sun sets” part of the plan?

“Stop crying, baby. It’s okay.” The blond man holds your face to wipe your tears away with his thumb, seeing your mascara staining your cheeks. “I love how you got all dolled up tonight. Which is why I went all out, too. First time meeting you and fuck… I just wanna manhandle you already.”

You replied with muffled whimpers as Reiner adjusts the hockey mask back on his face. In a blink of an eye, he rips the duct tape off your mouth and you let out a whine from the fleeting pain. Letting go of your face, your head drops right in front his crotch area— you can see the outline of his thick cock through his pants, already so hard for you. Your eyes widen as he undoes his pants and slips his cock right in front of your face with precum glistening at the tip.

“I turned off your phone so nobody would track your location. Besides, we’re in another remote area,” he chuckled deeply. “You should know what to do. Be a good girl and take it all.”

With a few light slaps on your dismayed face that parted your lips open, it caught you off guard when Reiner inched the tip of his cock on the frame of your lips. Holding your face right where he wants you to be, he slides into your mouth, hearing him sigh deeply in the mask. Your doe eyes slowly traveled up to his mask while he succumbs to the feeling of your mouth practically enveloping him. Seeing the empty hollow eye holes, the lingering dark anonymity, and the appearance of his brawny, large figure suddenly stirred something inside you.

You kept mewling on Reiner’s cock as he kept shoving it deeper down your throat, in and out. This sudden feeling of helplessness, this vulnerable position of having someone more dominant and stronger and bigger than you, controlling you while you were restricted, as if you were a free use toy, has never felt this arousing to you. No sign of help, no sign of escape. Just surrendering to your fears had your cunt furtively drip with your juices. You were way too excited, just like Reiner, who couldn’t hold back on rummaging your whole body tonight like a worthless fuckdoll.

The anticipation and quenching desire worsened the throbbing ache in your cunt. You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin and coated on his fat cock, blissful tears and dribbles of his precum glazed on your cheeks and eyes, and your tongue hanging out while heavily breathing. Reiner was surprised by how fast you indulged into this, considering that he practically kidnapped you. But he adored the fact he managed to uncover your salacity, your forbidden desire of being tied up and fucked in the woods this way like a nymphomaniac.

“Now you’re enjoying this? Aw, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” he taunted, pulling away from your mouth.

You couldn’t utter a reply when he shoves your panties back in your mouth, telling you to stay quiet. The masked man walks around behind you, shuddering when his hand grazes your ass and abruptly slaps it. Your muffled squeal sounded like a whine, almost a moan that it provoked Reiner to keep harshly slapping both of your cheeks. You can feel his tip brushing the folds of your cunt, already coating it with your juices. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining like an impatient little bitch for Reiner to shove his fat cock inside you already. You wanted this, you wanted this— all you could think about was getting tied and fucked in a dark forest with a masked man. It sent shivers down your spine wondering how you ended up in this state of mind; writhed in arousal from this supposedly horrifying experience.

And once Reiner slid his cock in, your breath starts to eratically hitch from the sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size. Penetrating into you as if you were made for his cock to fuck. Grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock as if you were a free use fuckdoll. It was too much for you to handle. You felt like you were going to shatter into pieces. But that ecstatic, blissful feeling blooming like knots in your stomach kept telling you otherwise. Your fluttering eyes roll into the back of your skull as the man kept pounding and pounding, hearing him pant heavily and manage a chuckle when you kept squeezing and squeezing ever so tightly around him. It felt unreal seeing how he molded you and your pussy for his only pleasure. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuckslut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms… maybe this was what you were built for.

Before you know it, several minutes has passed and he was pounding into you from behind while laying on the picnic blanket he found in your car. Your wrists were still tied and your mouth had a ball-gag on this time. Your legs were so high up in the air from him locking his arms on the area behind your knees, roughly bucking his hips into you in full nelson. His cock repeatedly ramming the sensitive spots in your cunt had more tears running down your cheeks, practically screaming and your brain going number and number. Reiner’s grunts gradually grow louder, slowing his pace when he unexpectedly empties his load in your sopping pussy. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to use you. His stamina could never go out; hell, he could be here all night if he wants to.

So suddenly he pushes you off of him to sit up, abruptly grabbing your body closer to him and hovers above you. With your legs already wide open, he quickly grabs excess rope from his back pocket and roughly holds your ankles on the ground near your wrists above your head, tying them together. Your drenched, messy pussy was right in his sight, and his dick nearly twitched at how fucking helpless and messy you were for him. This endless ache and throbbing in your cunt kept you whining, begging for Reiner to slide back in and fuck you. But it wasn’t much of a problem for him giving you exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You were just the perfect little cocksleeve for him.

Your legs and your thighs were quivering, and sometimes aching from all the slaps he gave you. You couldn’t quit moaning like a bitch in heat as another orgasm was building up, your walls erratically fluttering at the sight of Reiner’s Jason Voorhees mask looming over you, pounding that big fat cock inside you like how a hound takes a bitch. Your brain falls foggy. Your mind is suddenly empty. You could only embrace the coherent thought of cock, the feeling of cum filling you up again and again, and the wild craving for another pleasurable orgasm. You were so ruined, yet so perfect for Reiner to use. It was as if you were a dumb little bunny that got lost in the forest, only to end up manhandled by a big bad wolf.

The next thing you knew, you were blindfolded and knocked out once again. Maybe you passed out from the intense amount of orgasms. Although, you couldn’t tell where you were anymore; perhaps Reiner sent you to another remote location again. Not the forest. Someplace dark, a little cold, and quieter. No embrace of nature. You didn’t know how long you passed out; maybe some days had passed ever since your picnic date night. But it didn’t matter— none of it didn’t matter. Wherever you are, this is what makes of you now; all tied up with your pussy being tortured by a vibrating dildo tied to stay in your cunt for however long.

This is your new purpose now. Your new home. Bound with the only purpose of being a free use whore; maybe this is what happens to all the missing women in Slaughterville…

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NOTES :: jason is a quiet ass man so there’s not much dirty talk or anything rlly. hope you enjoyed tho <33

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[whumpbump]

Cw: manhandling and restraining, describing the death of Whumpee’s mother, gun mention

Whumpee had been rescued and was recovering in a hospital. They had no assigned Caretakers yet and were in the hands of the hospital staff.

Because they had no assigned Caregivers, Whumpee was essentially ignored aside from bandage changes and other medical needs like bathing. Even while eating, the staff left Whumpee alone.

With no one to talk to or engage with, Whumpee began to crave attention in the worst way. Especially hugs. They hadn’t had one of those since, since before they were taken! They remembered their mother who would always give them hugs as they came in the door and as they left. But that didn’t matter anymore. Whumper took care of that, placing a bullet cleanly between her eyes as they dragged Whumpee, screaming, from their home.

Whumpee shuddered as the memory came and faded. They hated thinking about it, about her fate, and began to sniffle. They missed their mama.

A doctor and nurses entered the room. “Hello, it’s time for bandage changes.” ‘Wow they couldn’t even use my name,’ Whumpee thought, annoyed.

They sat on the bed and removed the blankets. As one of the nurses began to remove the bandages, one was stuck on a scab and Whumpee jolted. “Sorry,” she muttered. As she went to continue, Whumpee pulled away, not wanting to feel the sensation of tearing again. The staff looked at each other and then at Whumpee. The doctor spoke up and warned “You need to hold still.” The nurse continued pulling and Whumpee began to howl in pain as the scab was torn from Whumpee’s leg. Whumpee became more antsy and pushed at her arms to get her away. She wasn’t doing it right.

The doctor hit the call bell and two nursing assistants entered the room. “Please hold the patient while we resume the bandage changes.

With a nursing assistant on each side, Whumpee was stuck. However, as the staff changed the bandages and cleaned up their newly opened up leg, Whumpee couldn’t help but feel compelled to sit quietly as they had a warm body on either side of them, squeezing them tight. It felt almost like a hug in a strange way. It reminded them of their mother and they felt safer.

‘I could get used to this.’ Whumpee began to make a habit of fighting back exclusively so they could have a nursing assistant sit with them. They did so at baths, bandage changes, hell, if they were able to have a staff member with them, they would fight until they had it.

In a staff meeting, the doctor and nurses were trying to figure out what had caused the change in Whumpee’s behavior as this would be the opposite reaction that is seen in someone getting better. The easier the bandage changes and the more cognizant the patient is, the better it should be. They began to discuss potential psych meds to put them on and to have them sedated during any medical intervention.

One of the nursing assistants spoke up. “What if they’re just lonely?”

The doctor brushed aside the thought and continued to discuss four point restraints.

The nursing assistant spoke up again. “I’m serious. I think Whumpee is lonely. Have you noticed that once someone is with them or touching them, they calm down?”

The doctor hesitated. The nurses hesitated. “What do you suggest?” They asked.

“Well, one of us could keep them company throughout the day and be there for bandage changes and meal times and baths and everything that they need done. Realistically, they need a Caretaker. Has the social worker assigned someone to them yet?”

“Well, no, as a matter of fact. We were trying to wait to get them to a healthier place. I see what you’re saying though, they need engagement. Talk amongst yourselves to assign someone to them for this week and we’ll see how it goes.”

After the meeting, the nursing assistants planned out a schedule so someone would always be with Whumpee.

The next morning, after a nursing assistant brought Whumpee their breakfast, they pulled up a chair and sat down. “Mind if I hang out? We thought you might be lonely. Until we can get you a Caretaker, we’ll be keeping you company.”

Carefully listing while chewing their toast, Whumpee nodded. This sounded great! And it was great. With someone to talk to, Whumpee blossomed back into who they were. They made more progress in physical and occupational therapy, had support for bandage changes, and improved overall.

By the time Caretaker was assigned and showed up, Whumpee was in such great shape that they were ready to pack up and take them home. Whumpee cautiously reached out and held their hand as they walked to the car. Caretaker looked down and squeezed Whumpee’s hand with a gentle smile. ‘I think I’m gonna be ok.’

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[rinhaler]

I know you have a bunch of requests even if your requests are closed BUT BUTTTTT what about playing fighting with plug! sukuna, i love him and he's evil i just knoww it would lead into super hot sex

if you are ever willing to elaborate i would love to read it, but don't feel pressure and take your time, thank you🥺

ohhhhhh i really got carried away ive missed his toxic ass i love plug!sukuna so much and he loves US 🥹

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, cheating, manhandling, size difference, biting, slight pining, ass eating (fem!receiving), spanking, degradation, fingering, vaginal sex, pet names (princess, sweetheart), calls your pussy 'she/her', pull out method, slight cock-sucking, hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽

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Sukuna lives to torment you.

It’s the only thing that makes any semblance of sense when he emerges from his own bedroom to skulk into the living room. You’re watching YouTube videos in there while you wait for Yuuji to come home from work. It’s not like you’ve really been watching them, it’s more background noise while you play on your phone.

It’s a little odd how the videos are auto-playing reviews of different movies you’ve watched recently.

You jump when you feel his presence behind you. A disgusting, burly clearing of his throat as he reaches over you enough for you to feel skin to skin contact and snatch the remote. He jumps over the back of the couch, legs spreading wide as he backs out of the video you had playing.

“I was watching that.” you tell him.

“No, you weren’t.” he objects. “You’re on your phone.”

“I’m multi-tasking.” you lean closer to him to take the remote back, but you’re left at a loss for words as he holds it out of your reach. “Give it to me.”

“No.” he smirks. “You just sit there and carry on playing…” he squints his eyes as he peers over at your phone to see what’s on the screen, laughing immediately after. “Project Makeover? Really?”

You lunge across couch in a bid to grab the remote from him again, having no interest in listening to whatever he considers entertainment while you’re waiting patiently for Yuuji. He retaliates when you get a little too close for comfort.

A yelp escapes as he grabs your waist, moving you with ease until you’re sat on the sofa properly again. His cheek touches yours as he whispers in your ear.

“Enough.”

Your brows furrow and you attack again, a little surprised to see him throw the remote across the room once he picks a channel to watch. You try to run after it, but he quickly brings you onto his lap, holding your wrists in the small of his back as he looks up at you.

“I said, enough. Are you going to behave?” he asks, and you nod.

He lets go, but he knew there was a defiant expression in your eyes as you nodded. You leap up from his lap and attempt to run over to the remote, only to hear him hot on your heels. You bend over to grab it, laughing when you’re thwarted as he grabs your wrist.

“Sukuna,” you laugh loudly as you try to wriggle free from his grip. “Go in your own room and watch your shit.”

“I wanna watch it in here.” he tells, grabbing your other wrist when you try to pry his fingers away. He smiles as he watches you struggle to gain freedom, doing nothing more than moving your arms back and forth in hopes that he’ll free you. “Why don’t you go to Yuuji’s room?”

“I was here first!” you remind him, “And I’m waiting for him to come home.”

You continue to fight him, spinning around until your wrists slip from his palms. He watches you scramble towards the remote once again, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back towards the centre of the room.

“Stop it or I’m gonna make you scream.” he warns you.

“You’re so full of yourself. I’m not fucking y— aah!” you scream as his fingers tickle into your sides. He didn’t realise how well it would actually work, but you’re shrieking like you’re being murdered.

He lets up when he worries about the neighbours reporting the attempt on your life to the police, still poking and prodding at your hips until you’re a giggling mess. His breath is heavy on your neck as you kick back at him and writhe against his hold.

You hunch over when your stomach begins to hurt, and his body grows tired of fighting you, too. Your strength weakens until you’re both kneeling on the ground with him behind you.

Immediately your lips are on his as you look over your shoulder. You moan into his mouth as he gropes your chest.

“Fuck.” you sigh, breathily, before he shoves you onto all fours, kissing along the column of your spine. You gasp as his fingers hook into your beach shorts, slowly peeling them down to reveal your bare cunt, glittery and pulsating with a desperation to be filled.

“Thought you weren’t gonna fuck me?” he growls, teeth nipping against your ass as he bites softly before he licks over the shallow indentations. You inhale sharply as he kisses further and further towards your ass. You know what he’s about to do and you don’t want him to. He’s such a fucking tease. You’ve never done this with anyone before, but he wraps his arm around your waist to keep you still as his tongue licks over your ass.

He truly lives to torment you.

“Squirming for me, pretending you don’t like it,” he mutters, continuing to swipe over your puckered hole. He surprises you with the occasional attentiveness of a kiss against it, almost like he’s forgetting who you belong to. “Dirty girl.”

You don’t care enough to cover your mouth, knowing Sukuna would pin your arms in place regardless. He likes to hear you. He loves to run the risk of you getting caught. The thought of Yuuji wandering in and seeing him play with his girlfriend is enough to make his cock ache. But it’s very possible, now.

Your eyes roll over white as he slips two fingers into your squelching cunt, still laving over your ass until your body convulses.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he teases you, spanking your ass and smearing your slick all over your cheek. “You really are a nasty little slut, aren’t you? Just for me, though.”

“S-Shut up and fuck me already.” you tell him. You yelp when he slaps your ass once again, but he doesn’t respond. He knows all he needs to do to shut you up is fill you with his length.

You wince as his thick length splits you open, and he moans almost pathetically at the sight of your soft pussy lips swallowing him up.

“I love this cunt, princess.” he reminds you. He presses the side of your face against the floor roughly to keep you in place. You see him out of the corner of your eye, sweating and panting like a wild animal. “Does Yuuji even make you cum anymore? Trained her to be perfect for me.”

“H-He makes me c-um.” you argue. “I l-love him!”

“Uh-huh.” he snarls, fucking you with more fervour than before. “Sweetheart… you can’t love him that much if you’re on my cock again.”

“Shut up,” you bite back, reaching behind you to slap him or punch him or something. But you know him well enough, now. Your arm is pressed firmly into the small of your back, used for more leverage as her fucking ruins you. “There! Su-Sukuna, right there!” you cry.

“Unnfff—” he growls, his hips bruising against your thighs. “Can I cum inside?” he asks, tone a little softer he asks. There’s a level of desperation that’s almost pathetic in it, but you don’t notice. Not when you’re already choking his cock.

“N-No!” you warn him.

It’s almost too late, he begins to spurt inside but pulls out quick enough to shoot sticky globs of white directly on your pussy lips. You shudder as the warm load hits you, hole body twitching and clenching as you desperately long to be filled with his cock and his seed.

“W-Wait!” you object as he pulls up your shorts. The material clings to your body as the cum melds into the fibres. “Ew…” you sigh.

He pulls you up by your wrist onto your knees, roughly tugging your jaw until your mouth widens for him.

“Clean my cock off, bitch.” he commands you. Red eyes leer at you as you do as you’re told. You suck and spit over his cock as you clean up the mess your pussy made of him. The slurping is obscene. It’s nearly enough to resurrect his softening length.

His mouth opens to speak, eyes looking down at you gently. He must see the same look in your eye, clearing his throat before his look becomes stern once again. He yanks you away from his cock by your hair, pulling at the roots before slapping you across the face.

“Clean yourself up.” he scowls, looking over his shoulder as he hears the front door open. He smirks, tucking himself back in his sweats before leaving the scene. “Until next time, princess.”

© 2024 rinhaler

#💌 — luxe mail #📨 — requests #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu #jjk x fem!reader #tw cheating #tw degradation #tw hair pulling #tw manhandling #tw size difference #tw biting

[serickswrites]

you don't need to answer this but I just found your blog and started reading Roadtrip and so far I ADORE it, omg, every chapter makes me clench my teeth in anticipation, like I KNOW what's coming because of the tags and I'm still on the edge of my seat

I'll be off to read the rest of your stuff once I'm done omg you deserve a whump crown

Oh my goodness, anon, you are so sweet! I am so glad you enjoyed Roadtrip, it was my first series! (Which is wild to think about now, lol). I am so glad you are enjoying it and I am blushing at your compliments. You are far too kind.

Please enjoy a little Drabble for stopping by!

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, gag, drugging, yandere? Whumper

Whumper waited until Whumpee was asleep to make their move. They had been waiting for this moment for days. They had everything they needed, everything planned to a T. They had waited for Caretaker to be out of town. Waited for Whumpee to be alone. Waited for Whumpee to be their most vulnerable.

And now their time had come.

Whumper unlocked the back door and disabled the alarm—Whumpee was too predictable for Whumper to not be able to guess the code. They crept silently through Whumpee’s house until they reached Whumpee’s bedroom. Whumpee slept peacefully on their side, curled around a pillow where Caretaker usually slept. Pathetic.

In a flash, Whumper straddled Whumpee pinning Whumpee to the bed, had their hand over Whumpee’s mouth, and a syringe full of sedative pressed to Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee’s eyes jolted open as they thrashed trying to get away. “Forget about escaping, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed as they depressed the plunger on the syringe, “you have no chance. I’ve made a plan for anything. You’re mine now.”

Whumpee’s thrashing became weaker and weaker as the drugs took effect. They glared up at Whumper as their eyes grew hazy. It was only when they finally went limp did Whumper loosen their hold on Whumpee’s mouth. Quickly they slipped the gag into Whumpee’s mouth, taking care to tie it as tightly as possible while leaving Whumpee’s nose free—it wouldn’t do to suffocate Whumpee just yet. Not before they had their fun.

They rolled Whumpee on their side and bound Whumpee’s hands tightly behind their back, taking care to ensure there was no way for Whumpee to slip the ropes. They bound Whumpee’s ankles just as tightly as well. They stepped back to admire their work. Weeks of planning led up to this. And now they were going to have their fun.

Whumper lifted Whumpee roughly, dropping them on the ground with great relish. They dragged Whumpee along towards the door once more. They didn’t care if Whumpee was banged up before they got to their cabin. That didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they had Whumpee. They lifted Whumpee once more, taking a moment to admire how well their plan went as they stared down at Whumpee’s face. Whumpee was theirs now. And they were going to have their fun.

They tossed Whumpee into the trunk of the car, banging Whumpee’s head on the tail light accidentally. “Whoops,” Whumper chuckled, “though I guess a few bumps on the head won’t matter much.” They arranged Whumpee such that they would fit in the trunk, but it would be painful once Whumpee woke. If Whumpee woke during the journey. Whumper was fairly certain they had dosed Whumpee sufficiently that they wouldn’t wake up until after they got to the cabin. But they could always dose Whumpee again.

Whumper hummed as they slammed the trunk closed. They walked to the front of the car with a little pep in their step. They were going to have so much fun.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw gags #tw drugging #tw manhandling #tw kidnapping #yandere? whumper #requests #queue

[shadesofnavy]

betrayal.

[Sirens blaring in the background]

"K-Keith--I didn't--"

#just sketched earlier #burlington bounty au #fnf au #tw choking #choking #manhandling #tw manhandling #bounty keith #bounty pico #violence #tw violence #guess who actually betrayed though #art

[autocrats-in-love]

I would like to formally request part three of prompt 213 if you feel like it please 🥹 honestly I could read a whole book on it.

A Brief Distraction (Part 2)

Part 1

Be warned: manhandling and chloroform

At the end of the stairs, there were five paths leading in different directions. Nothing indicated what lay beyond. The hero shrugged and walked towards the leftmost tunnel. 

“Might as well try everything,” they said. “Coming?”

The villain jogged to catch up to them, holding the ring box so it didn’t fall out. 

“Shouldn’t you call backup?” the villain asked. “I can get out of here.”

The hero shook their head. “We shouldn’t risk it. I’m not sure whatever weird cult is down here isn’t watching us right now.”

“Wouldn’t they try to stop us, then?” the villain asked.

The hero shrugged. “This target has always done things a little differently. It’s best to keep reinforcements small. Besides, I’m sure we don’t have any signal.”

The villain stared up at the flickering lights illuminating their path.

“Yeah, I guess.” They said.

The two continued walking for a bit. The tunnel appeared to curve to the left, away from the rest of the paths. 

“Why would it do that?” the villain asked.

“Because whatever’s at the end takes up a lot of space,” the hero said, perhaps a bit excited.

These days, few assignments were very challenging. It was mostly stuff the hero had seen too many times before. Maybe a day to hunt the perpetrator down. So, an assignment that kept popping up was exhilarating. Why else do you think that, when a villain showed up who could best the hero and always got away for years, the hero fell in love with them? As much as the hero liked to think they were in this business to clean up the streets, they liked the thrill of the chase the best.

“You’re getting starry-eyed again.” The villain said.

The hero snapped out of their thoughts. “Hmm?”

“Do I have to compete with this mysterious creep?” the villain asked with a smile. “Is it because they have a tunnel maze? I don’t have the budget-”

The hero elbowed the villain. “It’s not a bad thing that I like my job.”

“Yeah, but maybe you like it a little too much. You’re dating one of your targets.” the villain said.

“You asked me out, actually.”

“Right, and I was supposed to not do anything whilst you had me pinned against a wall?”

“Don’t invite me to dinner, maybe?” 

The villain chuckled, and the hero had to repress their own laughs.

“Stop it,” they said, swatting at the villain. “We’re going to get caught.”

“Do you want me to give you two some privacy when you get there?” the villain asked. “Lovers reunion and all that.”

“Oh my god.”

The hero and villain were smiling at each other. The villain leaned in and placed a quick peck on the hero’s lips.

“What was that for?” the hero asked.

“Nothing. I love you.”

The hero felt heat bloom in their chest. They kissed the villain back. After all, they had interrupted a date night with work. 

“I think that’s quite enough,” a voice said in front of the pair.

The hero and villain jumped apart. There was the target, head quirked to the side in curiosity. They snapped their fingers, and two people grabbed at the hero and villain from behind and pulled them apart. The pair tried to fight. The arms holding them only squeezed tighter.

“None of that,” the target said. “You two are guests. You have to be polite.”

The hero responded by kicking their attacker in the shin. The hero smiled with satisfaction when they groaned in pain.

The target sighed solemnly. “That was a bad idea. Knock them out, I suppose.”

The hero and villain struggled as their attackers tried to press cloths against their faces. As the villain jerked to the side, they felt a weight leave their coat pocket. Oh no. 

The sound of the box hitting the ground caught the hero’s attention. Their eyes looked down at it, widening in shock. Then the hero looked up to their partner. Their eyes locked for a moment, before the cloths went over their noses and the world went black. 

#villain x hero #hero x villain #not a prompt #kiss #tw manhandling

[getoswhore]

mechanic!geto and toji live rent free in my mind, literally can't get the idea out my head that geto would fuck me over my car for not paying up for his work and toji getting in on that is so- omg *sobs* THEN GETTING FUCKED BY THEM BOTH??! like this thought too- like bimbo!reader gets a job at their shop as like their assistant and bcus she's so dumbo they punish her a lot shops after hrs or during work hrs. they're so mean, they degrade her and manhandle her so cruelly HOLY SHIT- IM 2 THIRSTY

☰ ft : mechanic! getō x f! bimbo! reader x mechanic! toji

cw/tw : pwp + double penetration (one hole one goal 😋), manhandling, degrading, gaping.

two, fat cocks.

both from your bosses. both fucking you raw and filthily, almost animalistic. the sloppy sloshing of thick fluids echoing in the small office your stuck in rings at your ears, burning into the cavity of your brain with piercing memories to remember later with...

“i thought you learned the first time you dumb slut?” a guttural growl emits, toji slapping hard into your body with cruel thrusts and mean hands forcing you harder against him.

a faint laugh follows,

“i think she did, she just wants to be used like a little cock sleeve.” getō mocks with jutting hips, his heavy cock sinking in deep at each buckle.

both tsk, almost unamused a little cum slut like you would be doing things on purpose to get treated like this; bent to their greed and used for their needs. all because your little thoughts are too small to put things together properly–to print out easy papers for them, or call in customers that have been waiting for hours all because you were too busy painting your nails...

they were fed up, to say the least. you're stupid self ruining their business; making customers leave with a bad taste in their mouth and a permanent nasty review on them.

they had to get it through your thick skull somehow...

with heavy cocks barreling deep into your sopping pussy slide in with ease; forcing a pretty stretch to your poor little cunt, leaving a notable gape too, and a good lesson.

pt. one • pt. two • pt. three • pt. four

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[cats-and-confusion]

LOOK AT HIM HHHHRRGHHAGGHRHRHRHRHHH

#whumpee #curse of lalin webtoon #webtoon #not my art #not mine #screenshots #tw restraints #tw restrained #tw manhandling #child whumpee #tw child whumpee

[krazyforkicks]

Continued from here

CW: Mouth whump, drugged, blood, biting, manhandling, strangulation

By the time the carriage slowed to a stop, the man at Saša's feet was beginning to stir.

"You awake yet, Darling?"

In response, the man tried to sit up, but was unable. "Where... am I..?" He slurred instead. "Who are you?"

"We've arrived at home. Let's get up now. Come on." Saša pulled the man up, ignoring the second half of his question— he'd soon find out the answer on his own.

The man, now starting to come off whatever drugs he had been dosed with, protested. "No— I'm not going with you." But despite his defiant words, Saša was pulling him and his options were either to follow or be dragged. He stumbled along behind the vampire.

Once they were inside, Saša allowed the man to lean against a wall. "What's your name, Dear?" They asked.

"Yours first." The man said with a wary glare.

Saša let out a sigh. "I'll ask you one more time and if I don't get an answer, then I suppose you'll find out the consequences of defying me."

The man scoffed. "You're rather pretentious. I don't have to tell you shit."

In a split second, Saša slapped the man so hard across the face that his neck snapped to the side and the sound of the slap rang out through the empty room. The man stumbled a couple steps sideways before catching himself.

The man spat a tooth coated in blood onto the ground.

"No one ever has to say anything. You will always have a choice when it comes to answering my questions. You can either answer truthfully the first time or endure the pain of the consequences." Saša took the man's chin in their hand. "Now. Would you like to tell me your name? Or would you like to find out the consequences of telling me no again."

"... M' name's Alexi."

In one swift movement, Saša tipped the man's head to the side and bit down into his neck, drinking in his blood. The man screamed, scared and in pain.

Almost as abruptly as they had bit the man, Saša released him. "Don't lie to me again, Andrei."

Andrei's eyes widened, clearly not expecting Saša to have already known his name. "I-if you already knew, why ask..?"

Saša had many reasons for asking. To find exactly how compliant or defiant Andrei would be. To prove to Andrei that disobedience would have consequences. To scare Andrei by showing that Saša knew more about him than he thought. However, Saša would not explain any of this to their new pet.

"You may call me Master." Saša said, closing their hand tightly around Andrei's neck, restricting his oxygen. They smiled lightly as Andrei's hands closed around their wrist, trying in vain to make them let go. "I will tell you now that my name is Saša. You will hear others call me that name. If I hear you call me that name, you will severely regret it."

Andrei gasped as Saša released his throat, collapsing to his knees. "I'll never call you master. You're sick." Andrei rasped, hands protecting his neck as he glared up at Saša.

With a shrug, Saša pulled Andrei to his feet once more. "Come. I'll show you to your quarters."

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