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crystillyzed · 10 months

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safe and sound // sonny brisko

pairing: yandere!sonny x gn!reader

summary:

no matter where where you go, he's always watching you.

HEAVY warning(s): dark content, yandere sonny, stalking, manipulation (emotional abuse), guilt tripping, victim blaming, SUPER toxic relationship

disclaimer: i do NOT approve any of the characters’ actions and behavior in real life! if you are in a situation exhibiting this type of behavior, please consider receiving help! and all vtuber related work is not for the streamer behind the avatar, but for the character themselves!

a/n: i saw this clip the other day and now i gotta write it 🤭 also PLEASE read the warnings! by clicking/tapping on the read more, you are willing to read dark content/yandere content that may potentially trigger you.

"Ah, there you are, darling! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Sonny?!" Shit. How did he find you? He always put some sort of tracking device on you, even on your clothes when you're sleeping. You were pretty sure you destroyed any sort of wiretap and camera, and you're sure you left everything behind. No phone, no electronics, nothing! So how the hell?

"Oh? You look surprised. Did I scare you?"

"No! No, it's just... um..."

Shit. How can you get out of this?

He chuckles deeply behind his mask. "Didn't I tell you?" Step by step, the black capped blonde approaches you slowly, essentially forcing you to back yourself to the brick wall. "I'm always watching."

Taking out his phone from his pocket, the device lights up as he holds the screen towards your face. Your eyes widen in shock as he shows you security footage from surrounding buildings not too long ago. Footage of your whereabouts outside of stores and in the streets.

“You’ve been following me?”

"Of course! I'm not that cruel. I only love you, that's all. What's so hard about that?" He lowers his mask to hang beneath his chin. Sonny's eyes darken as his head cocks ever so slightly to the side. "Unless you don't love me...?"

"It's fine. I don't need your protection. No one was following me, I'll be fine, okay?!" You glance at the exit for a split second then quickly refocus your gaze onto Sonny. "You said you love me, right? So give me some space. Like, just a day of space. Away from home! And… And I'll be back, okay?"

"Oh darling, you know that it's dangerous out here! I'm one of the top officers, aren't I? And that means there's lots of scary evil people chasing after me." He leans closer to you, breath practically tickling the shell of your ear. "And that means that they're coming after you."

"It's fine!" Immediately, you shove him back with as much force as possible. You slide out from his space in the process, sidestepping your way out into the open space of the alleyway as subtle as possible. "I can just, call for a cab and stay at a friend's place until then. Yeah! I'll be fine! I'll be safe with a friend! Listen, I just -- I just need some space for myself. Okay?"

"A friend? You're not talking about Alban, are you?"

Shit.

Upon seeing your face, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Sonny laughs once more, soon taking off his hat to brush back his hair. With the cap in his hand, he takes a few steps towards you as he tucks his phone back into his pocket.

"Oh? You didn't know? He left."

You freeze.

"Alban's been trying to get a hold of you for such a long time, but you never replied. So he thought you didn't want to talk to him anymore and naturally... He left."

"What? I've -- I've never heard about this! He stopped texting me after we..."

Again, he tilts his head. "After we...?"

"After we... moved... in..."

Realization shot through your mind. This never happened before. You and Alban are so close to each other, he should’ve noticed that something was up when you haven’t seen each other in so long! God, you should’ve noticed it too when you suddenly stopped receiving calls or messages from him. Everything that you had with him for so long just… stopped. This never happened before!

"What --" your foot stomps towards him, "what happened to him? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

Surprised by your outburst, he shoots up his hands against his chest. Waving them frantically in front of him, he responds, "Woah woah, calm down! I didn't do anything! He just left on his own, that's it. And the same applies for everyone."

"Everyone?"

"Your family? The rest of your friends? They all left! You should've seen what they were saying about you. About us."

He puts back on his hat, readjusting it to cover his head nicely. Once his hat was back on, he looked back at you with pity as he further explained, "They gossiped about how you’d leave me alone for days or weeks on end without telling me where you’d go. They would even talk about how heartless you are when you talked about leaving me! They didn't want to support you, nor did they want to support me. So they took the easy way out, by leaving you."

The man approaches you once more, his eyes never leaving your face as you do nothing but stare at him in shock. "They were conspiring against us, telling all of my enemies of my whereabouts and what you were doing to me!"

He starts to trail around you, circling you with a piercing stare that practically holds you in place. "You were so cruel to me! So... heartless."

Shoving his hands into his blue jacket’s pockets, he shakes his head in disapproval and clicks his tongue. "Word spread so fast that everyone thought that, hey, maybe it's safer if we just leave you. They don't need you. They don't even want you. All they want to do is cut you off and go about their lives! And now you want to go back to them after they left you? After you’ve hurt me?”

Disbelief and despair washes over you. Your head spirals deeper and deeper as your thoughts were plagued with these ideas. Why would they leave you? You didn’t do anything bad to them! This wasn’t your fault, it was his! It’s his fault that everything is like this! Or… was it really…?

You chose to date him. You chose to be with him. You even chose to stick with him through everything thin or thick because you loved him.

Loved…

Did you really love him?

“Sonny, I --” your voice breaks, tears start to brim at your eyes. You try to force yourself to speak about why you want to leave him. About why you’re sorry.

He notices your tone breaking as you can’t help but wipe at the tears threatening to fall down your face. Hurriedly, he closes the gap between you and immediately pulls you closer into his arms. "Shh... It's okay, it's okay… I forgive you. Sonny's here, okay? I’m here. No one can get you now... No one."

You feel his warmth welcoming you into his embrace. You couldn’t help but pull yourself closer into him, pressing your head and your body deeper into his hug.

As he softly rubs his hand against your back, he shifts another towards the back of your head. He gently coaxes you to look at him despite your ruined state. Rather than a look of disgust, you’re welcomed to love and adoration in his eyes and his smile. You close your eyes as his face gets closer, his lips pressing ever so gently against your temple. He tightens his hold around you, humming so peacefully.

"You're safe with me, and I'll always keep you safe. Always."

a/n: god he's so evil 😌

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijien #noctyx #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #noctyx x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #cw yandere #cw emotional abuse #cw manipulation #cw toxic relationship #cw victim blaming #cw stalking #— a simple dream // writing #dark content

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punkeropercyjackson · 20 days

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The Atla fandom is a really good example of how persecuted people who fight back vs their oppressors are treated.Aang lived a happy peaceful life with other tibetan monks-nomads until the Fire Nation saw them as a 'threat' for no actual reason so the Air Nomad genocide happened and after being unfrozen,Aang had to face the harsh reality of the whole world and did a lot of good for it by doing tons of damage to the FN and other corrupted groups and gave tons of kindness to those he was trying to protect and save from them out of the goodness of his heart but he has a belief from his culture that's not inherently bad but goes against western ones and he said a few bad things out of non-malicious ignorance and his young age so he's branded a bigot,an 'apologist' and even a fascist

Zuko's the son of an imperialist king that gave him every privilege under the stars bar his love and taught him legitemate toxic masculinity and racist ideologies that he weaponized in his search of Avatar which in of itself is an act of racial violence because it was a hunt to down a survivor of etchnic cleansing BECAUSE of their heritage to kill them and even after Zuko's redemption arc,he still dosen't let go of his bigotry and dosen't try to or even get called out on it!Suki and Sokka LAUGHED at him mocking Aang's dead people and Aang didn't even get mad at him for his significant amount of other anti-Air Nomad jokes and in a meta sense,he's treated better by the narrative than Azula because he's male.There are zero redeemed female villains and he never got oversexualized like she did and you cannot remove her japanese/east asian-coding and her gender in this context considering what irl underaged easian girls are seen like and treated as

Zuko did damage and he did make up for it too but only to the Gaang and Aang never did any damage to begin with,he was entierly Zuko's victim pre-season 3 and a victim of his people as a whole.But 'Zuko was never truly evil' because it was how he was raised and AANG is worse than him by virtue of not being conventionally attractive and openly nice instead of a brooding emotionally constipated dickbag with anger issues and unrestrained violent tendencies.The Fire Nation are the REAL good guys and the Air Nomads had it coming because they were different

You think i'm taking things too far?Japan WAS historically an imperialist nation,Tibetans ARE victims of genocide and the Atla crew choose that specific coding on purpose from their research.And you missed every message they told us with Aang and Zuko,including Aang's friendship being why Zuko was able to see how shitty of a person he was and unlearn propaganda and fucking DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT instead of wallowing in his own pity as if he wasn't active persecutor beforehand and THAT'S why his redemption arc was perfect.Aang is every victim of our fucked up society that's bitten the hand that maimed him and you think he's the REAL monster for it because he won't conform or whitewash himself.You're a genuinely disgusting person if you hate him and you should be embarrased that you do it over Zuko as if you're anything like him

And if you're going to insult me and speak over me about this post?Congratulations,proving my exact point

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badaziraphaletakes · 2 months

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Do I... Do I need to explain why this is problematic?

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens 2 #badaziraphaletakes #goodomens #cw: victim blaming

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2af-afterdark · 1 year

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Come Hell or High Water

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Relationships: Main Character/Asmodeus Characters: Asmodeus, Main Character Additional Tags: afab!mc (she/her), noncon, non-consensual drug use, somnophilia, size difference, vaginal fingering, victim blaming, vaginal sex, Asmo is delusional as hell, fic follows the ‘demons will be demons’ rules so don’t expect anyone to be good here Summary: There’s a new human living in the House of Lamentation and Asmodeus is not impressed. That is, until the day he finds that she isn’t charmed just from being in his mere presence. He’s never seen someone who hasn’t fallen for him instantly in some way before and it drives him mad. If she won’t fall for him on her own, he’ll have to pull some strings to make her fall for him, one way or another. After all, it’s not his fault that she chose to do things the hard way… A/N: Thanks for the request and for being patient with me! Not going to lie, I love addictive cum as a monster fucking/magic concept. I went a bit on the darker end for this one (as in, this is where demons live and they will do what they want while using whatever reasoning justifies their actions). Dark fics heal my tired brain. Word Count: 2.8k

He didn’t care for her at all. Not at first. She was just another human out of the billions that should have been prostrating themselves before him for a microsecond of his attention. Worse yet? She wasn’t even interesting in a way that made her stand out among the rest of the rabble. If anything, she started as far less interesting than a common rodent because at least they scurried about and terrified people who were so much larger than them. She, on the other hand, had no magic, no talent, and a perfectly average face – although everyone was average at best when compared to him.

But perhaps he had judged her too quickly. After all, when Asmodeus looked deep into her eyes to charm her, she felt absolutely nothing. It was as if he was just another person to her. It was new to have someone who wasn't immediately taken in by his alluring eyes and that only made him want to chase her all the more. After all, it wasn't often he met a challenge like her and he wanted to savor the hunt while he found a way to break her down.

If that way was by using a few tools to help awaken the feelings she should have had, who could fault him? It was, after all, his right to be adored by everyone who saw him and she was the one breaking the terms of that unspoken agreement. She should have simply given into his powers to begin with if she didn’t want this outcome to occur.

So he asked Satan, oh so sweetly as brothers do, to find him a potion or a cursed object that would – hypothetically, of course – put someone in a dazed state that wasn’t quite asleep but also wasn’t aware enough to fight against anything that may be happening around them.

Satan gave him some sweet, refreshing smelling incense the next day – no questions asked because he literally didn’t care what Asmodeus was going to use them for.

Asmodeus smiled at her with a sickeningly sweet smile as he played out the events of tonight on repeat in his head. If any of his brothers noticed that he was clearly planning something they didn’t say a word – because, again, they really did not care. The human should have learned on her own by now that she couldn’t trust any demon in the Devildom and that there wasn't a single one of them that was completely harmless– aside from Mammon, but he was too stupid to realize that Asmodeus had something in mind for their houseguest.

Normally, he would be one to go to bed early to ensure that he got enough sleep to maintain his skin's healthy, youthful glow, but tonight was special. Tonight was his precious first time with his human that would make them irrevocably fall for him. They just had to fall asleep first so he could begin.

After the house went dark and quiet, Asmodeus left his room dressed only in his silk sleeping robe. The halls creaked loudly with each step – or, it seemed loud because of just how silent everything else was. The building was so still that the only noise as he walked to her room came from the gentle snores of his brothers, the settling frame of the house, and Beelzebub's obnoxious barely conscious munching coming from the kitchen as he passed by.

It was as if the entire world slowed down just for him – just for this moment – and would ensure nothing got in his way.

He didn't hesitate to turn her doorknob. He didn't think twice to open it and slip inside once he found it was unlocked. He also didn't stop his thoughts from turning to delight at her naive foolishness in trusting a house full of demons enough to leave her door unlocked in the middle of the night.

With nimble fingers, he withdrew a sweet-smelling ball of reddish-purple grass from the pocket of his robe and turned it over in his hands to examine it.

Satan had said that if he planned to use it – again, hypothetically– it would need to be lit and allowed to smolder rather than burn. The smoke it let off wouldn't affect a conscious person, but anyone that was already in a dazed state would be unable to come out of it. He just needed to wait ten minutes after lighting it for the smoke to get into her system.

So he lit it and waited.

Ten minutes later, when he was certain she had inhaled enough of the smoke for it to be dancing through her bloodstream, Asmodeus dragged his fingers over the tightly pulled fabric of the t-shirt she had worn to bed, tracing intricate patterns across her body and savoring her little unconscious whines and whimpers that told him that she was deep enough under not to wake up but not so far under to be entirely unresponsive. In fact, he couldn't help but smirk victoriously as her pretty nipples began to poke through the fabric straining to hold them back.

"Does it feel good?" Asmodeus song-sang as he slipped a hand under the hem of her shirt.

His fingers danced along the smooth expanse of her skin, traveling over her slowly rising and falling tummy until he met her breast and could feel its weight in his hand.

Her soft, delicate moans were music to his ears.

"You're simply ravishing, my dear. Not as beautiful as me, of course, but I won't hold that against you." He cupped her breast and gave it a taunting squeeze. "Not so long as you don't mind me holding you in return."

He licked his lips, practically salivating at the sight of her lying there so completely vulnerable. She couldn't say it with her own voice, but he knew he was making her feel good with just his caresses by the way her mouth gently opened and moans poured out.

"Shh. You'll wake up the others if you're too loud and I don't want to ruin our private moment."

Every ticking second made him shiver in anticipation. If any part of his plan fell apart, if she suddenly resisted the incense or if one of his brothers suddenly decided to care about his strange behavior, he may have found himself in a compromising position. As things stood, however, she was helplessly shackled to her own vulnerability and he had free reign to do with her as he pleased. And, oh, it would be his pleasure to make her fall for him at last, one way or another.

"You're so lucky," he cooed in hushed tones as he leaned in close to make sure she heard him, even in her dazed state. "No one ever gets my attention like this. No one except you."

He grabbed the fabric of her shirt in his fist and pulled the bottom up high until her breasts spilled out and he could admire her bare chest in full.

"Is playing hard to get fun? It must be, because there's no other reason for you to be so frigid with me." His voice was laced with venom, even as he smiled. "Don't worry. You'll love me soon and then we'll be the best of friends."

Asmodeus' mouth latched onto one of her nipples and began to suck. Down below, his hand slipped past the band of her pajama pants and slid into her underwear to rub his fingers over her clit.

The way he touched her wasn't kind. He didn't mean for it to be. Even though he wanted her to fall for him, he also had a bruised ego that demanded retribution. That's why he didn't mind sucking on her chest a little too hard or pressing on her clit so violently that, as he massaged it, her whimpering turned to expressionless crying.

He bit the hardening nub that rose to meet him before flicking his tongue across it to soothe whatever pain he may have caused. Then he bit her again for the joy of knowing he could do whatever he wanted without her protesting. Pliant partners that he could do as he wished with were truly the best. She would learn that soon enough.

His fingers left her throbbing clit and slithered down her slit until he found her entrance. Slowly, he began to push two of his fingers – an amount that was clearly too much for her given how forcefully her body fought not to open for him – into her wet hole. He forced her to take him all the way to the knuckle so he could feel her deepest parts, so he could assault and train her body the way he liked it.

"Isn't this nice?" he chuckled as he pinched her opposite nipple with his unused hand. "Even though you act so cold toward me, your body is greedy for more."

And that was enough.

Asmodeus kept touching her until her thighs were slick with her own juices and her body trembled as it stretched to accommodate him.

He would have lost himself completely to simply touching her and indulging in her warmth, but, just as he was delving deeper into her, he heard an almost imperceptibly low groan. It was the kind of thrusting groan one only made when they were rudely awoken from a night of restless sleep, and it was coming from her.

He stopped playing with her chest to look at her face.

She was still expressionless, clearly entirely unaware of what was happening, but her eyes were somehow staring directly at him. Even in her barely conscious state, it looked like she was accusing him.

Just beneath his robe, his cock pulsed with desire.

"You can't wait, can you? Don't worry. I won't tease you any more." He pulled back his hands – her dripping pussy making a lewd squelching sound that made him shake with delight as he withdrew his fingers – and moved to open his robe.

As the silken garment fell to the ground, his lithe body -- still so much larger than hers by quirk of being a demon despite him being shorter than the rest of his brothers -- trembled. If he had any sense of shame, he may have hesitated to show off what she'd done to him; that her constant game of cat and mouse had gotten him so riled up that finally catching her made him so hard he couldn't hide it.

"Look what you've done," he chastised with a song in his voice and a smile on his face as he spread her legs open wide and settled between them. "Now, be a good little human and take responsibility for what you've done."

He thrust his hips forward, sinking deep into her warmth with one movement and moaning at how tightly she squeezed him. The moment he was inside of her, it felt like he'd found something he didn't know he'd been missing. It was like her pussy was made to cradle his dick and her body molded itself just for him.

How could a human, especially one as mediocre as her, feel so perfect?

Asmodeus rolled his hips against her, groaning each time the tip of his cock kissed the back of her warm walls. He loved the feeling of her so much that he wanted to rip her open and feel every part of her in full.

"Were you planning to hide your sinful body from me forever," he babbled as he started to slam into her at a frantic pace, "or were you just playing hard to get?"

Wake up.

He wanted her to fight against the smoke running through her veins and wake up so she could see firsthand how her body was being changed to fit him; how she was being changed to adore him. He wanted her to understand why she couldn't fight her desires to worship his very existence after tonight. Once he was finished with her, she would be better; she would be another of his admirers.

Once he left a part of himself inside of her, her fate would be sealed. Even she wouldn’t be able to fight against his charm once it infected her from the inside, greedily accepted by her most intimate place.

He placed her hands on either side of her face and smiled down at her with manic glee. "Are you watching? Can you see how you’re falling for me?"

He knew she wasn’t, not in any meaningful way at least, but it didn’t make him any less giddy, especially not when she unconsciously started cumming around his cock. She was going to be his. This human who had fought against his charms for so long was going to fall for him at last and then there really wouldn’t be a person in any realm who didn’t desire him. She would be the jewel in his crown of sycophants. He would indulge her needs for the rest of her life, even if only to remind himself how it felt to achieve something seemingly impossible each time he sunk into her pleading cunt.

That was all he needed to think about in order to find his eventual release. He rammed into her one last time, pressing against her as he emptied everything he had deep inside of her warmth.

The following day, after he had left her in that spoiled bed of hers with her used and abused hole dripping his seed, he was all smiles. His cheer was sickening and over exaggerated, even for him, but he didn’t care; he was too pleased with himself to let anything bring down his mood.

It wasn’t until his precocious little human came to join the family meal that he really felt accomplished though. She looked awful, eyes red from tears and face sunken in absolute misery. When Lucifer asked what was wrong with her, however, she couldn’t answer him. She took one glance – a knowing one – at Asmodeus and turned on her heels to escape the entire situation. It was adorable how she didn’t even try to explain herself. So adorable that he couldn’t help but barge into her room after he’d convinced the others to let him be the one to check on her – a simple task because no one else beside Mammon wanted to do it, and he was easy to outplay.

Asmodeus was also disappointed that her door still wasn’t locked. Even after experiencing firsthand the consequences of leaving herself so exposed, she still didn’t take precautions. Of course, it could also be that she was inviting him inside in her own way.

And what an invitation it was.

The entire room reeked of sex as soon as he stepped inside. It was so much stronger than when he’d left her last night, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why as he neared the human-sized pile of sheets on the bed. The most delightful moans and whimpers came from below the sheets as they shook.

He grabbed the edge of the sheets.

“If you’re going to put on a show,” he yanked the covers away from her and was pleased to find her hand down her pants as he expected, “you need an audience.”

The little yelp she made as she tried to pull her hand away in an attempt to hide her actions was music to his ears.

Her attempt to smack him was not, however.

“None of that now.”

He had to grab her wrists to stop her from flailing about and potentially scratching his beautiful face.

He moved both of her wrists to one hand – the benefit of being a species that was so much larger than hers.

“You were looking last night, weren’t you? You experienced firsthand how wonderful it was to lie with me. No one and nothing will ever make you feel that good ever again.”

With his now free hand, he ran a single finger along her clothed sex and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body convulsed in pleasure. She looked so much like a dying animal twitching before it finally expired that it made him laugh.

“You’re so cute like this, but I’m not so cruel to leave you frustrated forever.” His smile went far too wide and a glint of pure malice, evil, and desire twinkled in his eyes. “Beg nicely and I’ll show that pleasure again.”

As soon as her body stopped twitching, she looked at him with hazy eyes that could only show just how ruined she really was. Somewhere in the very back of her mind, she had to know that there was no coming back from the euphoria she’d been shown. Even if she hated it and cursed his very existence, no one could go back to their everyday normal after experiencing the best that all of eternity would have to offer.

Her lips parted only enough to let out a small squeak of a request. “Lord Asmodeus, won’t you let me feel your lust one more time?”

#2af writes #obey me smut #asmodeus smut #afab fic #cw noncon #cw somnophilia #cw size difference #cw victim blaming #cw vaginal penetration

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