#noncon drugging tw

[whumpy-writings]

Helpless

Febuwhump 2024 Day 1

The Dhampir Files Masterlist

CW: Non-con drugging, abusive parents (whumpees are adults), carewhumpers, reference to murder of parents

"You're an old man now, ya know that?" Cal leaned against the doorframe, smirking. Renn rolled his eyes.

"You're older than me."

"Exactly. Welcome to the old man club, where our favorite activity is napping and complaining loudly about the weather." Cal crossed the room and ruffled Renn's hair. Renn slapped his hand away playfully.

"But seriously, Renn. Happy Birthday."

"Thanks," Renn said. "I honestly can't believe I'm twenty. Part of me didn't think we'd live this long."

Cal sighed. "Wow, way to bring down the mood." He wrapped Renn in a hug. Renn closed his eyes and squeezed his brother back. They were dhampirs, half human and half vampire. They weren't supposed to exist. If the authorities ever discovered them, they would be executed. There had been several close calls over the years, but they had so far evaded detection.

"Boys! Dinner is ready," Silvie called from downstairs. She was the human housekeeper who had taken care of them for the past few years. Ever since things with their vampire parents had gone sour.

The two boys tromped downstairs. Renn breathed in the scent of rosemary roasted chicken. It was his favorite meal.

"It's smells delicious in here." Renn pulled out his chair and settled in, Cal in the chair across from him.

"I would hope so. I've been slaving away at the stove all day. There's mushroom soup, rosemary chicken, mashed potatoes, and a lemon cake for dessert." Silvie put a dish of butter on the table, removed her apron, and sat down.

Renn's mouth watered at the feast. He started to fill his plate. "Thank you, Silvie. Everything looks amazing."

"Anything for you, Renn. Happy birthday."

They talked and laughed as they ate. Renn drank the cup of blood Silvie had provided for him to wash down his dinner.

Silvie brought out the cake and she and Cal fussed over how best to arrange the twenty candles on top.

"Well make a wish," Cal said.

Renn stared at the flickering flames, contemplating. Then he blew out the candles. I wish for twenty more years just like this.

The cake was, of course, heavenly. Renn leaned back in his chair. "I pronounce this birthday feast a success." He got to his feet and started to gather the dirty dishes.

"Hey, I got those," Cal said as he swatted Renn's hand away. Renn let his brother have the dishes. Cal was at the sink when Renn noticed Silvie crying.

"What's wrong?" Renn pulled out a chair next to her, his brow pinched in concern. She looked at her lap and sniffled into a handkerchief.

"Oh, nothing. You boys are just both so grown up." Sylvie looked at him with a sad expression. "It feels like it went by so fast." She stroked his cheek. "I'll miss you."

"What do you mean?" Renn asked. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sylvie's eyes widened. "I mean . . . I'll miss the little boy you used to be."

Renn couldn't suppress his snort. "Really? I think I single-handedly gave you at least three-quarters of your grays."

Sylvie laughed. "You weren't that bad. I only got half from you, the other half came from your brother."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cal called from the sink. "I'm an angel."

"What about that time you brought an entire bucket of frogs into the house?" Renn asked.

Cal spun around. "It was freezing outside! I was trying to save them."

Sylvie chuckled. "I swear my heart almost gave out when I woke up to a frog on my pillow."

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Renn changed into his nightclothes and climbed into bed. It was early spring and he left the window cracked open to get the cool night breeze. The only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and the wind whooshing through the leaves. Renn, Cal, and Sylvie lived in a little house out in the country, far away from prying eyes. It hadn't always been that way. Renn shook off the memory. They were here now, that's what mattered. He was just about to put his candle out when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in."

Sylvie came in, a candle in one hand and a cup in the other.

"I brought you some tea," she said as she set the candle on the table. "I know how much you like the chamomile."

Renn sat up in bed and took the teacup. "Thanks. Does it have-"

"Yes, I put in two dollops of honey."

Renn grinned. "You're the best, Sylvie."

Renn took a sip of the tea. He sighed at the sweetness. Sylvie sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I love you, Renn. Please always remember that."

Renn's forehead creased. "I love you too. Are you alright? You've seemed sad today." He took another sip of his tea. He could feel a headache coming on.

"You've always been such a sweet boy. I asked them for more time, but they said it had to be now."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Renn asked. His vision blurred and his head pounded. He suddenly was so, so tired. Sylvie took the cup from him as he fell back against the pillows.

"I'm sorry," Sylvie said. Renn's eyes widened. She had drugged him. But why? He tried to move away from her but his limbs were as heavy as lead. Sylvie shifted his head into her lap. "Don't fight it. It's no use. Just relax, Renn." Renn's eyes drifted shut. He forced them open. He had to get away. He had to warn Cal. He attempted to yell but all that came out was a strangled sob. He was going to die. He had always thought he would burn to death. That someday the authorities would discover him and Cal and have them burned at the stake for being monstrosities. He had never thought it would be like this. Drugged by the woman who he loved as if she was his own mother.

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Sylvie soothed as she ran a hand through his hair. "You're just going to sleep for a little bit." Renn wanted to pull away from her, but he was completely helpless. The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was the tear sliding down Sylvie's face.

Renn floated in the darkness for what felt like eternity.

"He's more sensitive than Callum," a voice said. "She should have given him a smaller dose."

"She had no way of knowing that," another voice said. "He'll be fine. It'll just take a little longer to get through his system."

Renn whimpered. His head pounded and he had never felt so sore in his life. He blinked his eyes open. The light burned and he snapped them shut again with a groan.

"Ah, you're awake!"

"W-" Renn coughed. His tongue felt thick and a bout of dizziness washed over him. He tried again. "W-where am I?"

"You're home, my beautiful boy. You're finally home." That voice. Renn knew that voice. With enormous effort, he opened his eyes.

"Mother?"

"Yes baby, I'm here." She looked just like he remembered. Long black hair pulled back into a sensible bun, a no-nonsense gray dress, eyes that sparkled with what he had once thought was love. He knew better now.

"You had Sylvie drug me," he said.

His father spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, it must have been unpleasant. But you never would have come home otherwise."

"Of course not!" Renn yelled. His heart pounded and he was hit by the instinct to flee. He had never wanted to see them again. Not after he had seen them murder his human mother and Cal's human father in cold blood. "You killed them. You killed our parents right in front of us."

Father sighed. "For what it's worth, we didn't intend for you and Callum to see that. The only reason we eliminated them was to protect you two."

Renn let out a deep breath. "Why am I here? Where's Cal?" He tested his limbs and found he could barely move a finger.

"Callum's downstairs. We've already spoken with him," Mother said. "As for why you're here, you'll be helping us to push the boundaries of modern science. You and Callum are the first dhampirs to make it to maturity in generations. We know next to nothing on dhampir anatomy and physiology, so we'll be studying you two."

Renn's throat went dry. "You're going to dissect us?"

Father had the audacity to laugh. "Oh no, of course not. We're much more interested in how your bodies work than what they look like on the inside." That wasn't very reassuring.

"You're too special to waste on something as unrefined as dissection," Mother pitched in. Renn closed his eyes as tears burned. "You must be exhausted. Let's take you downstairs."

Renn couldn't fight back as his father picked him up and carried him to his fate.

Taglist: @dragonqueenslayer6 @whumpsday

#parent whumper #renn and cal #the dhampir files #abusive parent tw #noncon drugging tw #carewhumper #multiple whumpers #dhampir whump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday1

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Belated prompt: Whumper drugs whumpee to make them pliant and stop their resisting. It's whumpee's first time going under drugs like this.

Is this a prequel to this? I don't know maybe?

TW: Drugging (mostly talking about it. Whumper talks a lot lol)

"Do you know what this will do to you, little one?"

Whumpee shook their head quickly, trying to huddle farther into their closet. The beat of their heart in their throat was choking them, the tears pooling in the lines of their eyes blurring their vision until Whumper was nothing more than an indistinct shape looming above them.

Looming and grinning wildly.

"This wonderful little pill," Whumper began, holding the small pale blue pill between their thumb and pointer finger, "was specially made for me. I got to pick exactly what it does, even chose the color. It's a nice color, isn't it Whumpee?"

When Whumpee didn't respond, eyes still locked on the pale blue cylinder being presented to them, Whumper reached forward, delicately holding onto their jaw to force their head into a nod.

Taking this as their answer, Whumper continued. "Yes, I made it specially for this, specially for all my little toys like you."

"Don't you want to know what it does? How it feels - how you're about to feel?"

Tears made their way freely down Whumpee's face, not really registering until they slid down Whumpee's chin and neck. They we colder there, somehow unwelcome.

"What does it do, Whumper?" They asked, sounding far more devoid of feeling than they really were.

Whumper was beaming.

"First you'll feel sluggish and tired. A bit confused, a bit disconnected from the world at large. So when your heart rate spikes and begins to pound in your chest, you'll find yourself not even coordinated enough to raise your arm."

They reached out a hand to their little pet, stroking their cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind their ear.

"You'll be sick with panic, little one, but wholly unable to do anything about it. And I'm sure this conversation isn't helping, is it?"

Whumpee shook their head slowly, already barely clinging onto consciousness. Their whole body felt numb, like they were nothing but a large expensive doll come to life.

"Those effects will last for oh, a few hours. A little enhancer is thrown in there as well, lighting your nerves up until the slightest scratch will feel like a sadistic surgeon's blade."

"Just imagine the things I could do to you like that. What it would feel like - how helpless and defenseless you'd be." Whumper had leaned closer, voice purring, almost salivating at just the thought.

"Excuse me, how helpless and defenseless you will be."

Whumpee's eyes were getting a little too glassy for Whumper's liking, prompting them to massage the nape Whumpee's head and slowly guide them back to the present. Only when Whumpee was relatively calm and aware enough to tremble did they continue.

"And to top it off? The come down is terrible," they boasted. "My toys are always the sweetest little things when they're sick, so pitiful when they're too weak to rise from bed. So perfect to bundle close yo your chest to let them sleep the nausea off."

After a final moment Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin with a single finger delicately under their jaw. "So, are you ready?"

Their world was only barely real anymore, only barely related to them. In the end they couldn't quite remember if they nodded, only Whumper's grin and soft command.

When the small pale blue pill was placed on their tongue, Whumpee, wasn't sure if they were real at all.

One thing they were sure of, however -

They were about to wish they weren't.

#whump #whump drabble #noncon drugging tw #whumper #whumpee #yes it's been 2 nights but night writing is going well!! #imma try to keep it up

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 2 - The Shadow of Death AU

This is canon verse-ish in that it's not modern, but not an actual canon event. Short and vague, haha.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

Masterlist

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

Contains: lady whump, implied noncon drugging, noncon touch, restraints, muzzle, a bit brainwash-y, open ending

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There’s a thick fog over everything - her vision, her thoughts, her memories. It goes on for an eternity. She can’t remember a time that she wasn’t trapped here, in this fog. It’s always been too cold. The voices have always floated around her. The rope on her wrists and ankles, stretching out her limbs, has always been there, she can tell by the way it settles into her skin like it belongs.

The hands…the hands have always been there, too. Any time that they’re gone passes in a blur that she’s unaware of until they return. The hands are one with the pain, they leave scars on her mind everywhere that they touch. 

“Bru-…Brun-…” She remembers him. Somewhere, beyond this existence, there was a light, and that was his name. “Bruno…please…” 

She knows he won’t answer. He hasn’t answered any other time, no matter how much she pleads. 

“Shh.” One of the voices comes closer, breath too hot as it brushes across her cheeks. “No more of that.” Fingers pry her chin downward, and cold metal presses against her tongue, leather straps cutting into her lips. She chokes on a sob, any words that her mind could conjure now trapped. “He doesn’t care about you, otherwise he would be here, wouldn’t he? You’re where you belong now.”

He should be here. She wants him to be here. She wants him to take her away from here, but there is nothing else but here. He doesn’t exist. There’s only cold and pain and hands and fog.

The voices want her to give into it all. Maybe they’re right. Maybe she should.

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #lyric #I'll call out your name but you won't call back #delirium #they don't care about you #original content #fic #noncon drugging tw #noncon touching tw #restraints tw #muzzle tw #brainwashing tw #lady whump #lady whumpee #open ending #captivity whump #shadow of death #kamaria the assassin #brumaria #fantasy #fantasy oc #fantasy species #whump series

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

What Other Choice?

I've had this one written for the better part of a year and I think I can finally post it

CWs: this is a heavy one. please read all warnings. heavy suicide ideation, suicide attempt, bbu, ocd, harm ocd, anxiety, implied noncon, hopelessness, noncon drugging, just be careful

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Jesse hadn’t even been able to make it downstairs. He’d passed out somewhere between the kitchen and dining room, trying to get away from the guests tormenting him.

His aching body woke him sometime in the afternoon, tears falling before his eyes were even open. He whimpered, pulling himself off the ground, sweat covering his naked body. He could only manage to get to his knees, so he crawled to the living room and collapsed on the soft rug, pulling a throw blanket around himself as he shook.

Jesse felt a moment coming on, but he didn’t even try to make it go away. He welcomed it. The way his tears worsened, his breaths shortened. He didn’t muffle the raw, agonizing sobs ripping from his chest, body tensing and aching with the force of them. He allowed the soul-crushing feeling inside him to take over entirely and bring him down, make him unable to think. Because if he thought at all about what had happened last night -- the things he’d been made to do, the pain he’d endured --

Jesse shook his head, thumping it against the ground four times as he tightened the blanket around himself.

It had been the worst night of his life. Worse than the break in, than the first night with Mrs. Bakeman, and the night they were caught all put together.

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Jesse gripped the table, whimpering as the next hit drew blood and began to soak through the boxers he was permitted to wear. He could feel each welt with agonizing accuracy as he tried to readjust and brace himself.

The stranger behind him hit him three more times before dropping the heavy belt to the ground and stepping back, which meant that Jesse was allowed to fall to his knees. He twisted the collar around his neck four times, resting his head against the table. What time was it? Eleven thirty? Midnight? He closed his eyes and ran very quickly through the chorus to Abi’s favorite song, ensuring her safety through the rest of the night. He wished that he was there to check on her in person, but that was the next best thing.

A hand gripped his hair and harshly pulled him backwards. He cried out as his new welts and cuts hit the ground, his head bouncing back against the hardwood. When his vision focused again, he saw the cold grin of Mr. Bakeman staring back at him.

“How are you feeling, pet?” he asked, reaching down and hauling him back up into a sitting position. Jesse’s stomach rolled. “The night’s still young. And we have something… extraordinary planned. Just for you.”

He nodded at a man Jesse had never seen before, a shorter one with balding hair and a smile that made Jesse’s skin crawl. He’d come in earliest that night, whispering with Mr. Bakeman, a bag on his shoulder. It was now that he opened the bag and revealed the contents.

The other guests of Mr. Bakeman’s harrowing houseparty drew closer, the smell of hard liquor and smoke making Jesse choke. At least the girls weren’t there to suffocate like he was, he thought.

The man removed a slick black case, unclipping the sides and showing the excited guests. A line of syringes, liquid shimmering and blue, sharp needles catching the dim light. Jesse’s breath picked up, body instinctively trying to move and regretting it at the flare of pain that followed. The man removed one of the syringes, eyes set hungrily on Jesse.

He risked speaking for the first time in what might have been days. “What--” he cleared his throat, “what is that?” He wished his voice didn’t tremble.

Mr. Bakeman jumped to answer. “This is a gift from Mr. Walker here. A very special concoction from WRU themselves.” He only smiled at the way Jesse’s eyes widened. “Oh, you’ve heard of it? You’re in for a treat, my pet.”

Two guests and Mr. Bakeman had to hold Jesse still as Mr. Walker approached with the syringe in hand. Jesse shook his head and begged for them to not go through with it, promising to take anything else without complaint, but in the end his resistance only fueled the crowd of drunken sadists. He stood no chance.

It started with a stinging in the entrance site, but spread and intensified quickly, feeling like his veins were literally on fire and burning him alive from the inside out. It took him less than a minute to start screaming, tears unbearably hot on his skin. He curled in on himself as the serum spread through his body, screams somehow intensifying when it reached his chest .

Everything he’d ever felt up to that moment was now nothing in comparison. He would have rather been shocked or whipped. He would have rather spent hours having his back sliced to ribbons with a dulled knife or spent a thousand nights with Mrs. Bakeman and relived the night he truly thought Mr. Bakeman was going to kill him because dying in any horrific way would have been better than being forced to survive the pain he was.

And then it got worse.

Jesse forced his eyes open when he felt hands -- awful, scorching hands -- pulling his arms and legs away from the semi-safety of his curled up body. He couldn’t even form words to beg them any longer, instead forced to watch helplessly as strong arms held him down much too tightly and ripped off his blood soaked boxers.

Every horrible stranger in that room held him down, right there, at his most vulnerable, and had their way with him.

He screamed and cried as much as he could, but they didn’t care. He couldn’t even really tell what exactly was happening, besides the fact that it was excruciating and humiliating. He was nothing but a body to them, a toy. A husk of a human being who held no sentience, felt no pain. He was only there for their pleasure.

It had gone on for hours, and even when they got tired and discarded him on the floor, he had no relief as the serum was still working it’s way through his body. He tried to crawl from them, much to their entertainment, but all they did was drag him back and continue the never-ending torture.

And all the while, Mr. Bakeman stood in the corner and watched.

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Jesse swallowed down the bile in his throat, sobbing harder. His body ached so badly, inside and out, in every way he didn’t know possible. He wanted it to end.

He wanted to die.

He began to cast the thought aside with the other strange things that ran through his mind, but he paused.

What was he really living for? A master who hated and tortured him? To see the girls he was made for only one or two days a week, Mr. Bakeman breathing down his neck entire time? Getting through the day was hard before all this happened, but now…. what was the point? If waking up only made him want to live less and less every day? And if they ever repeated what happened last night…

Jesse shuddered and then curled up in the pain that followed. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he stared at the wall. 

Why should he keep putting up with it?

Slowly and unbearably, Jesse pushed himself back onto his hands and knees and crawled back to the kitchen, a small trail of blood following him. He didn’t know where it was coming from. His chest hitched with a sob.

The darkness inside felt bigger than it ever had. He was being crushed from the inside out. Every horrible thing that had ever happened to him had just caught up with him at that moment and he wouldn’t be able to survive going through it all again. He didn’t want to survive going through it all again.

He made it to the kitchen and collapsed on his side before going any further, allowing himself to rest his too-hot forehead on his arms and cry, gasping for breath.

He remembered when things were almost okay. Before the divorce, before the break in, before Mrs. Bakeman had pulled him aside. When all he did was cook and clean and take care of three bright children. When his routines worked and he did what he was trained for and nothing else. A time that only lasted a couple months, but that he longed to go back to.

He picked himself back up and made it to the counter. He ground his teeth together, a scream building as he hauled himself up, leaning heavily against the counter. Hoarse sobs make his throat burn, like shards of glass were stuck in the soft flesh inside. He swallowed and winced.

Part of him longed to go back to the beginning, but a bigger part of him that he almost didn’t want to acknowledge wished to go back farther. Back to a time that had been locked away by training, but had begun to break through ever since the girls were taken away from him. Maybe even since Mrs. Perez had brought it up that day in the park. Details were very fuzzy, but there was still something there, something that made his chest ache so urgently he felt physically sick. It wasn’t like WRU told him, that he had nothing and they gave him a life. He had something before the endless white of the facility and endless dark of life with the Bakemans. It kept him up at night, the thought that, maybe, he had a life that they took from him.

Now he only had constant pain and sorrow.

He wanted to end it.

He would end it.

Jesse swiped his arm over his eyes and bit his lip, opening the knife drawer. His hand shook as he took out a chef’s knife, holding it delicately in his hands.

There was nothing for him anymore. He had no control over his own life, except for this one last choice. Those in control only wanted to hurt him. He had no one to turn to for help.

He’d thought about slicing through his own skin with this very knife so many times he could almost know what it would feel like. Jesse leaned heavily against the countertop to his side, whimpering in pain.

A deep slice down his forearm? Or a hard stab in his gut? His heart pounded. Which one would be faster? The clock on the oven said it was nearly two p.m. He only had two more hours until Mr. Bakeman came home, and if he found Jesse still alive…

He took a deep breath and held out his left arm on the counter, palm up. His grip on the knife shook, but he tightened it as best he could and set the tip of the blade on his wrist.

Am I doing this? Am I really doing this?

What choice do I have?

He stopped. What other choice does he have?

Mrs. Perez had told him that if he ever needed help… if he ever needed out… What would she do? Send him back to WRU to be refurbished and sold off again? Just thinking about it made him want to drag the blade across his flesh and let himself fade away.

Or she would help him. Like she said she would.

Jesse sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut. He clenched his jaw, hiccuping for breath. Did he want to die? Or did he just want out?

Jesse dropped the knife on the countertop, gasping when it did knick the side of his arm a bit. He fell to his knees, unable to hold back a scream. He didn’t have long.

It took over a half hour of slow movements and tears, but he was eventually dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He couldn’t bend over to put on shoes, but it didn’t really matter. His feet on the bare concrete was going to hurt the least.

Aching pain shot up and down his body at his first step out the door, begging him to just turn around and finish what he’d started, but he refused. He was going to see if that was truly his last choice before he took it.

Jesse held to the side of the house for as long as he could before he was forced to go it alone, one arm wrapped around his waist as he hunched over and shuffled along. Even that felt too fast. Twice his vision went dark and he had to pause, hand reaching out for nothing. He counted his heavy breaths in groups of four, eyes on his bruised feet. He still couldn’t pinpoint where he was bleeding from.

The house next door was maybe a half an acre away, but to Jesse it seemed nearly impossible. Every step made him nauseous, his head pounding in time with his heart. Tears continued to flow freely down his face. All of his resolve went into taking each step forward, now that it was too far to go back.

Jesse collapsed on the front porch, feverish and hot, sweatpants soaking through with blood. It took all he had to feebly knock on the door, and hope that he was heard.

The afternoon sun beat down on him, stealing his weak energy. Maybe he wouldn’t have to kill himself, he thought, maybe he would die lying on Mrs. Perez’s front porch.

He thought briefly about what would happen to him if he died. He wouldn’t have a funeral. He’d most likely be sent back to WRU to be stripped for parts. But what would people think? Mrs. Perez might take pity on his bloodied body. Mr. Bakeman might be angry with him, even in death, for wasting all that money. Mrs. Bakeman would probably be too high to care. The girls… it might hurt them. Really hurt them. They would come to their father’s house, ready to see him, and they would be told that he’d died. Had they ever even lost someone before? They wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t know how to deal with the grief. 

Jesse wasn’t sure how, but he knew what grief felt like. He knew that it ate you up from your core, tearing your very being into little pieces as you begged and pleaded with the universe to give back what it had taken but was met with absolute silence. The worst part was the silence. How would they live? Feeling that kind of silence? That unique kind of loneliness that never really left?

Guilt crashed over him like a wave. What was he doing? He couldn’t leave them in any way. He had to go back. He had to.

He took a breath in preparation of getting to his hands and knees, not even thinking about walking again. The journey back to the Bakeman home would be ten times worse than before, but he had to make it.

Jesse grunted in pain, vision briefly turning dark, as he sat up.

The front door opened.

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[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Chapter 78: Old friends

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You forget that anything is wrong, when you first wake up. You’ve woken up in this bed many times, and you don’t immediately register it as wrong.

Once you do, you close your eyes and beg your brain to let you go back to sleep. You slept deeply and without dreams and you didn’t have to think about what happened and you want to go back.

Your legs are propped up on a bunch of pillows. When did that happen?

Puppy is still watching over you. You’ve woken up to that many times, too. You ignore her and roll over, kicking some of the pillows away. You just want to sleep.

Puppy rubs circles into your back. She can really only provide physical comfort right now, but you don’t think she’d say anything even if she had permission. There’s nothing to say. You were warned and you let them get hurt anyway, and now it’s done. What is there to do besides pretend things are back to normal, pretend that you never escaped at all?

Kit and Dollie both went through this before. They thought they’d escaped and then watched their rescuers die. They probably know exactly how you’re feeling, but that doesn’t help. You want to talk to Diya and Ray and Barron about how you’re feeling.

“You would’ve loved them.” You whisper, and you’re crying again. “You would’ve been such good friends. And they would’ve loved you, too, even though you hurt Ray the first time you met. They’re just like that. Good, loving people. They were just like that.”

Pu- Dollie and Kit will never get to really meet them. Kit will never get to teach them one of their insanely complex card games. Dollie will never get to talk to them.

Dollie wipes some tears from your face. You’re probably not going to get back to sleep any time soon. Still, you make no move to get out of bed. There’s no point.

Dollie stays with you for a long time while you cry, as if nothing has changed at all. You guess that, to her, not much has. How many mornings have you spent like this? You crying and Dollie silently comforting you. The familiarity is both comforting and disturbing.

“Don’t you have chores? I don’t want you to get in trouble because you were with me instead of doing what you’re supposed to do.”

You don’t look at Dollie, so you don’t know if she responds through shaking or nodding her head. But you know she stays.

You focus on your breathing. You just want to sleep. You don’t have to feel any of this when you’re asleep.

Your hear someone (probably Kit, Jane would just teleport and her steps are lighter anyway) enter your room, but don’t open your eyes. You don’t want to talk to them.

Kit starts shaking you. “Hey. Hey. Wake up. You need to get up.”

You groan and open your eyes. Kit goes through your closet and grabs you some clothes.

“Get dressed. I have something to show you.”

You’re still wearing clothes Barron bought for you. You don’t want to take them off. “You can’t make me. I’m stronger than you now.”

“You can’t… you can’t just give up on life. Bunny. You can’t just give up.”

You scowl. Everyone said the same thing when your dad died.

“I don’t want to feel better. Leave me alone.”

“Bunny. Please.” There’s a slight slurring to their words that you didn’t notice before.

You look at Kit, actually look at them. They’re leaning on the wall like they’d fall over without it.

You sit up. “What’s wrong? …Why did Jane have you stay behind last night?”

“Not important. Please get dressed.”

You shake your head. “What did you want to show me?”

“I just… come with me.”

You get out of bed. You need to find out what’s wrong with Kit. Then you’ll go back to sleep.

Kit leads you to the back door. They have trouble going in a straight line.

“Did she hit your head?”

Kit doesn’t answer, just pulls you outside.

“For you.” They gesture to the right and… oh.

It’s a garden. There are beautiful flowers arranged in neat, tidy rows.

“Your job to take care of it. For you.”

“Kit- Kitty, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“She… she gave me… she made me… I don’t know what kind of pill it is, but… it makes her like me better.” Kit leans on you, trying to keep their balance.

“Hey, let’s get you inside.” You’re tired and everything feels pointless, but you help on instinct. At least you can help Kit, a little bit.

Kit shakes their head wildly. “Your job… Need to water…”

“I will! I’m just going to lay you down first, okay?”

You help Kit back into the house and lie them down on the couch. Their eyes are hazy and unfocused.

“Have you eaten anything today?”

You don’t wait for their answer, just go grab some snacks and a water bottle. You get some for yourself, too, since you’re here.

You give Kit the snacks and water. “If you’re just trying to trick me into doing what you want I’m going to be so pissed… I’m going to go water those flowers, and then I’m going back to bed.”

You use a cup of water to water the garden. You’re not sure what Jane’s planning with this, and you don’t care very much.

When you get back to your room, Dollie’s not there anymore. Hopefully doing her chores. You don’t want her to get in trouble.

You pull your blankets all the way over your head and curl into a ball. It would be a lot more comfortable if you changed into pajamas, but you can’t sever your last connection to Barron. You already lost the blanket.

Can’t just give up on life. Ha. Kit has no idea.

—

This feeling, this way that you’re disappointed to have woken up? It’s very familiar.

You stare at the ceiling. You’re alone in your room.

You kind of missed having your own room, when you lived with Diya and Ray and Barron. Now, you would give anything to go back to sleeping on that couch.

Jane’s going to want to drag you downstairs, soon. She knows that you remember your name. That some of the conditioning has worn off. And you’re not wearing your collar.

You’re not afraid. The one benefit of severe depression. You don’t have the energy to be afraid. If anything, you want Jane to hurt you, because that’s the only thing you can think of that would completely drown out the emotional pain.

You hear crying outside your room, and it takes you a minute to realize it’s Kit. They sound really upset.

“I hate this, I hate this, I can’t think! What’s happening to me? I can’t think! She’s killing me, she’s killing me, she’s emptied me all out and now I’m just a body, make it stop! Puppy, make it stop!”

You’re going to kill Jane.

There’s got to be some way to do it. You’ll just keep trying until you find one. You’ll kill her. You really, really will.

You should get out of bed and help Puppy comfort Kit. You should gather up leaves and twigs and rocks and petals from the flowers in the garden and start putting runes on them. Healing ones, mostly, but you can remember a few that might cause harm to Jane.

You should get up. You need to get up. Kit needs you, they need someone who can comfort them verbally, they don’t like physical contact and that’s all Puppy can do for them right now. You need to get up.

You have to go to the bathroom anyway. You can do that, then bring Kit back to your room, so that you can comfort them and still be in bed. That’ll work.

You move very slowly, but you get to Kit soon enough. Puppy is standing near them anxiously, holding and petting a bunny plushie.

“Hey. Come on, you’re okay. Do you want to come hang out in my room with me? I know which games are the easiest to play while you can’t focus very well.”

You’re not sure how to comfort them when this absolutely will keep happening and there’s nothing any of you can do about. You wrack your brain for the ways Kit comforted you verbally when things were hopeless, but you draw a blank.

“There’s still ways to be happy when you can’t think.” You settle on. It’s technically true. You guide Kit to your room. Dollie follows.

The three of you sit down in a small circle on your bed and play simple card games for a while. You don’t know how long; there aren’t any clocks. You miss having clocks.

“Why are you all in here?”

Normally, Jane’s sudden appearances scare you, but right now you can’t drum up the energy to be afraid.

You shrug. Jane’s not paying attention to you, anyway. She points at Kit.

“Come here, Kitty, it’s time for your next dose of medicine.”

Kit’s asleep, or pretending to be asleep. It doesn’t matter much.

“They’re asleep.” You say, shifting in front of them protectively. You’re not afraid of her hurting you and you’re not afraid of dying.

“Wake them up, then.”

“How about you leave the medicine here, and Puppy’ll make sure they have it when they wake up?”

But Puppy is already shaking them awake. Damn it.

Jane grins. “There’s a good girl, Puppy. Kitty, come here.”

Kitty obeys, but slowly enough you think they might be trying to show their defiance in a small way. Slowly, slowly, they crawl out of your bed and kneel at Jane’s feet. Puppy nudges them along.

“Good Kitty. Open your mouth.”

Kit obeys. Jane places a pill on their tongue.

“Swallow.”

Kit probably obeys. You wonder why Jane doesn’t just inject whatever this is, it would give her more control than having them take a pill.

“Good. How are you feeling, Bunny?”

You’re surprised by the question. “…Not great.”

She grips Kitty’s hair. Not hard enough to hurt, unless they try to move. They don’t.

“Will you go into shock again if I take you downstairs? Will you hide away in your head like a coward?” She speaks conversationally, as if these are the normal questions that follow a ‘how are you.’

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. No point to lying. If she wants to hurt you, she will, no matter what you say. And she always wants to hurt you. Really, you just want her to let go of Kitty and leave them alone.

“Guess.”

You don’t know what kind of answer she wants. “I feel very numb today. Maybe I would still feel that way in the basement, or maybe pain would snap me out of it. I don’t know. The idea of it doesn’t scare me.”

You’re surprised by your own bluntness, but mostly just very tired. Too tired to figure out what Jane wants and too tired to figure out the response that will mean the least pain. Unfiltered honesty is the easiest.

Jane looks thoughtful. “My fragile little Bunny. Maybe a day or two upstairs to let everything sink in… yes, that’d be best. And if you’re still all numb and dissociated in a couple of days, I’ll just have fun figuring out how to keep you in reality.” She lets go of Kit’s hair, finally. “Say ‘thank you.’ Both of you, Bunny and Kitty.”

You kind of really want to just not. To keep your mouth shut. But that might get someone else hurt, and you don’t want that.

You care more about what happens to Kit and Dollie than about what happens to you. By a lot.

“Thank you.” You say.

“Thank you.” Kitty mumbles.

Jane vanishes, and the room itself seems to exhale in relief.

“I’m going to kill her.” You say.

Kit laughs bitterly, still kneeling on the floor.

“I know more about magic now. I can figure out her weaknesses.”

“You’re very confident for someone who can’t stay out of bed for longer than ten minutes.”

“Are you lashing out at us now? Has that changed while I was gone?”

“I’m not lashing out. I’m just talking. I’m sorry I’m not perfectly polite while I’m waiting for whatever Jane gave me to kick in.”

You don’t know what to say to that. “Do you want to play more Go Fish?”

“…I guess. Better than just lying down somewhere, or kneeling at Jane’s feet.”

They get back onto your bed. You play simple games until they fall asleep.

Puppy’s hard to read with the muzzle on her face. You have no idea what she’s thinking.

“I’m going to kill her.” You repeat. Puppy just looks at you blankly, not bothering to try and communicate whatever she’s thinking nonverbally.

“I’m sorry I left.” You say. “It got both of you hurt. And my new friends. I’m going to do better to protect you, now, both of you. I’ve had almost a year of being well fed and not sustaining massive wounds. I’ve been learning and getting stronger. It won’t be for nothing. I won’t be the one you guys are always sacrificing to protect, anymore. I promise.”

You are so, so tired, and still upset at the role Dollie and Kit played in your capture, even though you know it wasn’t their fault. But they are still your friends and you love them more than life itself, and they are worth protecting.

Puppy nods. There are a lot of ways to interpret that, but you decide she’s saying ‘okay.’

‘Okay. Protect me.’

You will not let Jane kill any more of your friends.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #multiple whumpees #nonhuman whumper #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #2nd person pov #jane’s pets #suicidal ideation tw #drugging tw #noncon drugging tw #slightly reluctant caretaking #i think that’s it for this one #not fluff but definitely a break from the intensity of last chapter

[kalevalakryze]

Giggledust

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Sabine Wren/Shin Hati, Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano & Ezra Bridger & Shin Hati &  Hera Syndulla & Jacen Syndulla  Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Jacen Syndulla, Chopper Warnings: Non-Consensual Drug Use, NSFW themes (Non-explicit),  Ideology of Death, Addiction, Child Trafficking  Notes: For Whumptober Day 6, Alternative Prompt, Prompt: Drugging (Alternate Prompt) Word Count: 2,970 AO3 Link: Here!

“I guess there’s a rumor about some kind of ‘First Order’ trying to rise from the ashes of the Empire,” Sabine explained as Shin, Ezra, and herself made their way through the streets of Mon Gazza’s underworld, past old pod-racing tracks and through overcrowded markets. 

“I thought this was a New Republic allied world?” Ezra butted in, tripping over a Gungan’s outstretched foot as he caught up to Sabine and the silent wolf at her side.

Shin only turned to raise an eyebrow at the Jedi as he finally caught up, walking a beat behind Sabine, level with Shin. “Right…” Scratching the back of his neck, Ezra immediately perked up upon seeing one of the vendor’s stalls. “Hey, maybe it’ll be best to split up? Meet back in half an hour if no one finds the contact?” 

Both Shin and Sabine shared a look at the suggestion, though Sabine pinching the bridge of her nose sealed the deal. “Just don’t forget the-” He was gone before she could finish speaking. 

Sharing one last look with Sabine, Shin brushed off down a seemingly random alley, leaving the Mandalorian with her comms, and a well overused callsign. 

Half an hour passed and she hadn’t had any luck, on her way back to the rendezvous, however, she managed to get a hit. The man was covered up well enough that she couldn’t make out any identifiers, but the twisting in her gut told her this stranger was something. “Hey, It’s a long way to Hosnian,”  

Sabine wanted to sigh in relief at the curt nod of their head, watching as his hand disappeared into his robes; presumably for the data-tape, though she was met with a face full of powder. It was an absurd amount, finding its way into her system in her first breath, falling into the cracks of her armor and sticking to her suit. “Here! They’re here! The Smuggler!” He barked out, calling for New Republic security, who despite never patrolling these sections, just so happened to have a full squad standing by as Sabine was framed. 

“Karabast,” She’d know the feeling of giggledust in her veins any day, had spent a good deal of time working with Ketsu handling all kinds of spice, under the guise of ‘building an immunity’. This was at a concentration and abundance that the two Mandalorians had never even had in one place at the same time. 

The world around her came into such a razor sharp focus, she felt as if the world around her was pixelating. “Stop it right there!” A voice shouted, bringing a muffled giggle from the Mandalorian as he approached. 

“What am I holding?” Her hands squeezed into fists, lucidity failing her as the drug fast-tracked into her system. A stun shot moved towards her, seemingly in slow motion, allowing her to jump out of the way and bring it to hit a civilian. “Oh! Stormtrooper Academy, huh?” 

Scrambling to get up, The Mandalorian took off, tripping and stumbling, yet still managing to keep several paces ahead. “Ah fuck fuck fuck!” Sabine breathed, brushing past people as she ran, unrestrained laughter bringing a wheeze to her breathing as her lungs constricted. 

An invisible force yanked the Mandalorian from the side street, a tall, lithe body trapping her between the bricks as the stranger’s hand came to press into her mouth, muffling the giggling as Republic troopers rushed past. 

In the dim lighting, Sabine could make out the dyed purple of Shin’s Padawan braid, and the little glint of beskar around their throat. “Kurs’kaded!” Her voice was muffled, until she dragged the flat of her tongue across the palm of their glove, earning her a crinkled nose and a grossed out expression.

“You don’t know where that’s been,” Shin deadpanned, wiping Sabine’s slobber off onto her cape. “You were not at the rendezvous, and then we watch you run from the Republic, what’s going on?” Pressing her hands into Shin’s hips and tugging the woman closer, Sabine busied herself with trailing her lips along their throat. 

“Dunno,” She hummed against their pulse point, delighting in the way they shivered as she pressed a toothy smile against warm skin. “But there’s better stuff that could be going on,” Shin’s hand pressed into Sabine’s chest the moment the Mandalorian’s thigh slotted between their legs.

Silver met gold in a moment of terse understanding. “You were drugged,” She stated, wiping the sandy looking powder from the paint on Sabine’s armor. 

“Fulcrum, Spectre five is compromised,” 

“Copy Wolf One, moving in for pickup. Did you find the contact?”

“Bridger is engaging now,” 

Comms went silent as Sabine blinked dreamily up at Shin, lips pulling at the corners as she fisted her hands in their tunic against their hips. “Hey, Shin, psst-” She whispered, struggling to lean up with the hand on her chest. “I know what they meant when they told me to hold on,” This time, the pull of Shin’s hips was halted with the other woman’s tensing form, pressing her back into the wall harder to stop herself from giving in, and turning Sabine’s smile into a dramatic pout. 

“Shin,” A whine halted only by giggles at the sound of her own voice, somewhere in the haze that her brain had quickly turned into, Sabine had enough humility to cringe at herself. “C’mon, ‘Soka’s gonna be a minute, and you look really good-” Their brows furrowed as the Mandalorian slid back against the wall, dropping her body to her knees until her nose was brushing against the taller woman’s knee. “I’d never ask you for anything again, swear on my grave- oh! Swear on the graves of my  buire!” The smile slipped from her lips as the arousal and giddiness were swept away as the pendulum swung. 

“Though, they didn’t really get graves- They were probably hett’la , into nothing.” Tears stung at her eyes as the blonde gaped downwards at her, trying to process their best course of action with the wild change to Sabine’s mood. “Poof,”  Her voice cracked, hands grasping at the blonde’s shins to ground herself to them. 

“They died with family though- that’s good.” A sniffle as the fabric of Shin’s pants became wet with heavy tears. “The whole family, except me; that’s fine; I didn’t want to die with them anyways. They didn’t want me for so long- why should I?”

“Ahsoka,” Shin’s voice was equal parts relieved and strained as a figure joined them in the alley. “She’s been hit with spice- a decent amount of it,” Their nose crinkled again as Ahsoka joined Sabine’s position, kneeling at Shin’s feet, putting herself close enough to be in Sabine’s line of sight the next time watery golden eyes blinked open. 

“Sabine, can I pick you up?” Ahsoka’s voice was gentle, reaching out her hand to the woman’s shoulder at the same time as their force bond. 

“Yes please,” She whispered, though she refused to release her hold on the backs of Shin’s calves, still pressing her face into their knee as Ahsoka tried to work her hands away. 

“Ad’ika,” Ahsoka soothed, reaching to brush her fingers through sweat and spice infused hair, nose crinkling as she caught the smell of the drug in the air. That wasn’t going to be fun for her immune system to fight through later. “I need you to let go, Padawan,”

With continued coaxing, Sabine’s hands were finally guided from Shin’s legs to Ahsoka’s neck, allowing the Mandalorian to wrap around her just as tight as she wanted. “Shin, clear us a path that won’t trigger the patrols,” Turning her head to talk into the comm on her wrist, she addressed Ezra. “Spectre six, meet us back home, do not bring the package straight home, I need you to make a pit stop,”

“Fulcrum, I think I read your mind already,” Ezra chimed in on the other end, a smile clear in his voice. “I’ll meet everyone back home, can’t wait!” 

The push back to the ship was long and treacherous, with Sabine’s moods switching from laughing at the happenings around them, to hiding her face in Ahsoka’s neck and crying, to seeming perfectly normal the next moment, enough that she would often voice how much she hated this, until seeing something that made her laugh all over again. 

Inside the T-6, Ahsoka managed to set Sabine on a risen bench, helping the Mandalorian as she fell back. “ ‘soka? My head hurts,” 

“I bet, what did you take?” Ahsoka started pulling the woman’s armor away, holding out her hand to stop Shin when the wolf moved to help. “If she got on you, you need to change, you’ll be more sensitive to it,” They looked like they wanted to argue, looking down at the tunic, covered in the dusty brown substance. Nodding once, Shin slipped away to the crew quarters. 

“Huyang, we’ll need to clean everything, they’ll all be at risk if this gets in the vents.” 

“Of course, Lady Tano. I’ll get filter upgrades on the to-do list as well.” 

“Thank you,” Ahsoka sighed, working on setting Sabine’s armor to the side, nose crinkling from the acidic smell of the spice. “That’s been cut,” 

“Mmhmm,” Sabine grumbled below her, trying to shove her arm out of  her flight suit without unzipping it. “Giggledust, can’t recognize the other one,” A harsh bark of laughter as the Mandalorian shook her head. “Should be able to, can’t. Hilarious,” 

“Let’s go down the list, then.” Ahsoka helped ease the top of her flight suit off, stopping the spice from falling onto her underclothes. “Grab my shoulders,” Ahsoka helped Sabine stand, keeping the younger woman from spreading more of the spice as the human’s fingers dug into her shoulders. “Ryll?”

“Master, your shoulders are so-” Sabine snorted, almost doubling over were it not for the Togruta helping her out of her contaminated flight suit. A bout of giggles had the woman covering her mouth and turning her head, holding on to Ahsoka to keep herself stable. “No, I don’t think it’s any Prime Kessel strains; can’t mix them, or… I’d probably be dead.” Laughter died as quickly as it started. 

“Fuck, Ahsoka,” The hands on her shoulders trembled until Ahsoka was rising back to her full height, steadying Sabine through another swing. “I hate this,” 

“It’s glitterstim,” Shin called out as she exited the crew quarters, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “That is why she’s swinging so wildly, though there is another I cannot figure out…” The blonde moved to settle onto the other end of the bench, brows pulled in concentration. 

“Felucian?” Ahsoka suggested, helping Sabine back into the bench. 

“No, I remember everything… too much,” Her elbows fell heavily onto the table, hands weaving into her hair to pull on short violet strands. “Spice is expensive and risky, why would they waste it on me if it wasn’t going to kill me?”

“If they got you addicted, then you, a key player, would be out of the game; they’re hoping you’ll try to chase this to your own demise.” Shin’s shoulders shrugged nonchalantly as Sabine groaned. 

“Great, this is great,” Laughter, once again bubbled past her lips like glass in a hydraulic press. Ahsoka settled herself on Sabine’s other side, guiding the Mandalorian’s fingers from her hair before she could pull on it. “Fuck!” She shouted again, knuckles white as she grabbed Ahsoka’s hands with her own, squeezing as she tried to fight her way through the next swing as it burned in her veins. 

“Engspice, fuck, fuck, and hey, guess what? Fuck!” Sabine’s legs bounced as she forced herself to focus through the painful mix of sharp and blurry of her distorted vision. “Engspice fucks a person, they get hooked until they die, and I can’t… Ahsoka if that’s what kills me? I’ll never see them again,” 

Shin’s hand rested on the center of her back as her Moon swung, frowning at the sweat dampening her undershirt. “We won’t let that happen, me’suum’ika” “How many people get over a spice addiction on the other side?” Sabine spat hotly, resting her forehead against the table to avoid looking at either force-sensitive on her side. 

Shin’s muscles tensed unexpectedly as the woman shrugged her shoulders. “Unimportant,” their legs crossed under the table, fingertips pressing into Sabine’s back before smoothing her undershirt out again. “But you aren’t alone in it,”

“First, however, we need to remove all traces from the ship, and get you sobered up,” Ahsoka chimed in, gently squeezing Sabine’s hands before letting go and rising to grab the Mandalorian’s armor. 

Dramatically, Sabine let herself fall into Shin’s side, pushing her way up and under their arm to be in their personal space as Ahsoka and Huyang worked on getting the contaminated clothing out of the ship and cleaned up. 

“What do you remember about the person who dusted you?” Shin questioned, begrudgingly allowing Sabine to press up into her side as another bout of unrestrained giggles passed tired lips. 

“Kinda like you, when we first met; just a lot less pretty.” Sabine’s nose crinkled for a moment as she pressed the side of her feverish face into Shin’s shirt. “You smelled a lot better too, once I got past the burning insides thing-”

“What did he smell like?” Shin’s fingers brushed through the hair on the back of Sabine’s head, nails scratching against her scalp soothingly as the Mandalorian’s hand moved under the table to rest on the blonde’s thigh, the other supporting her head with an elbow on the table. 

“Jealous?” The tensing of their leg under her hand had the purple haired woman laughing, massaging away the flexing muscle as she examined the new fabric beneath her fingers. “Your new pants are nice; would be nice on the ground though,”

“Sabine,” There was a warning in their tone, a sharp eyebrow raised as the hand carding through her hair tightened, pulling lightly on short hair and stopping only when the Mandalorian offered a lopsided smile in response. “It may help identify him, you know.”

“Of course I know that; there’s just some more important things on my mind, like me, you, my bevagol; no one else is in the ship right now,” Her hand pressed up higher along Shin’s leg, The hand in her hair tightened again, guiding Sabine’s head back enough until she was forced to let out a soft gasp, following the direction of the pull on her head. 

“You will tell me what you recognized about this person’s smell first, then we will discuss.” 

Groaning, Sabine shook her head free from Shin’s claws, slumping into their side like an angry toddler as she crossed her arms over her chest. “They smelled like sweat, like they really needed a shower. Like the sewers on Coruscant, that specific kinda acid they’ve got down there, but dusty enough that he could have come from one of the spice mines on planet? Or was that just the dust in my nose-”

“Unless the Imperials are employing the miners, now that the New Republic has control over the trade again.” 

“The Imperial’s can’t employ anyone, the First Order can.” Sabine snorted, shaking her head as she forced her way into Shin’s lap, looping her arms around their neck and waiting until the blonde shifted to hold her Mandalorian close. 

“Sabine-” Shin grumbled unenthusiastically, arms wrapping under Sabine’s thighs and around her back as she tucked herself into them. “Yes, The First Order,” A scoff as her chin came to rest upon the crown of Sabine’s head. “Though I would put it closer to an outsider, Imperials and the like have a distinct odor, no matter how long they’ve been in the system, if you did not pick up on it, it was either someone disconnected from the mission, or a mercenary.”

“And what does my ver’verd’ika think about it?” Sabine pressed her face into their throat, smiling as she felt more than heard the heavy swallow from her teeth so close to the pulse point. 

“They’ll be connected somehow; The Empire cracked down on the spice trade to control it, and if your mark was willing to waste such an extensive amount to hit you with, they’ll have more, or the promise of another shipment.”

Ezra’s head poked into the ship as the sluggish gears in Sabine’s head started to move. “Hey guys? We’ve got a hit, black robes, vial of dust; they picked him up trying to nab a kid; Ahsoka’s running damage control, but Shin, we should keep an ear out in case he slips Republic custody,”

Sabine snorted as Ezra stepped into the ship the rest of the way, pulling off the cloak from around his shoulders as he dropped into the seat Sabine had once occupied, allowing the Mandalorian to push her legs out across his lap. “Aaand ‘soka thought you’d be hungry,” From the bag strapped to his leg, the Jedi retrieved three neatly wrapped crupa breast sandwiches. “Close to not being like, safe; but we’ve had worse,”

“Damn right,” Sabine grumbled, snatching a wrapped parcel from the table. As the Mandalorian and Jedi dug in, Shin reached out in the force, feeling for Ahsoka and any update she could get on the mission status.

The gray apprentice’s eyes opened at the tap of bread and meat against her lips. “I have a bad feeling about this,” they managed, before Sabine was urging them to take a bite. 

“It’s not that expired, Kurs’kaded,” 

Shin only hummed their response, there was no use in clarifying; Ahsoka would confirm for them if this new ‘First Order’ was dabbling on their attempts of forced child enlistment into their hidden forces; They’d have to trust that whatever was brewing, the force would see them through it. 

Translations: Kurs'kaded - Wolf Me'suum'ika - Moon Bevagol - Dick

#whumptober2023 #no.6 #alternate prompt #drugging #star wars #ahsoka series #fanfic #Drug Use TW #noncon drugging tw #addiction tw #child trafficking tw #kidnapping tw #nonexplicit #Ideology of Death TW #nsfwhump #to be safe #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #fulcrum #ezra bridger #the new ghost crew #spice #star wars spice

[shydragonrider]

Between Asher and Caspian, who would fear being drugged and restrained more?

Asher is terrified of being drugged, so he would be more scared, due to his past. (Not that Caspian would enjoy it at all).

#whump #kit has mail #supervillain whumpee #noncon drugging tw #drug whump #Asher #Caspian

[dumbbunnyg1rl]

Need a gross older man to call dad

#r@pe kink #cnc free use #cnc fr33use #r4peba1t #r4p3 k1nk #r4ape kink #tw r4p3 #r4p3 fantasy #r4p3 kink #r4p3b4it #r4p3play #r4pepl4y #r4p3 m3 #cvmslvt #cvm in me #cvmdoll #noncon drugging #cnc k!nk #needy wh0re #breeding toy #hard k1nk #submisive and breedable #free use slvt #bd/sm brat #attention wh0r3 #daddy’s babygirl #humiliation kink #bd/sm daddy #cnc somno #cnc kidnapping

[queenie-the-court-jester]

an unhealthy obsession

Online boyfriend x afab!reader

A/n: this was rushed, sorry y'all 😞🌺

tw: noncon, drugging, somnophilia, identity fraud, mentioned cheating, online relationship, kidnapping, mention of masturbation

💉you met Xavier exactly a year and a half ago. A friend Introduced you, with you both quickly hitting it off. He was so charismatic and friendly! He made you feel good inside. Becoming mutuals, you were chatting everyday. (After confirming he was a real person and who he said he was)

💊 but little did you know he was lying about everything. All the pictures he sent? Edited. His calls and voice recordings? Distorted to where you can't recognize it. He was highly insecure, thinking that if you knew who he really was you'd turn your nose in disgust

💉he wasn't actually Xavier. He was an ex boyfriend you used to have in highschool, freshman year. You knew most relationships at that age never lasted long, but you couldn't help and feel hurt when you walked in on him messing around with some girl. You forgot his name...

💊 he regretted what he did. He really did! But he knew you wouldn't give him another chance so easily. So he was left to pretend to be someone else, just to hear your laugh. See your face through pictures. He couldn't get you out of his head! His parents were never there for him, but you were. You were always there. Loving and coddling him. He'd be damned to let that go so easily

💉it took a while to get your friend to introduce him, and every bone in his body to not jump and squeal in joy when you both finally "met". But now that you've been dating for a while, you want to meet up.. that's not good. He can keep making excuses for so long until you get tired

💊 so he does anything to pacify you. Sending you money, gifts, flowers. All while stroking himself to hearing your excited rambles on call. How many times has he shamelessly masturbated to your voice? He couldn't count. You were just too sexy!

💉 his resolve lasted only 5 more months until he finally agreed to meet you. His heart beating with anxiety as he waited in the cafe. Wearing sunglasses, a facemask and a hoodie. Brushing it off as him being shy you sat next to him and quickly started talking. As if you weren't uneasy by his (lack of) appearance. God how he adored you.

💊 you went on multiple dates after that, trying to convince him to take off the mask and glasses but he was stubborn. 'Till he got a grand idea. Inviting you to his house was the biggest blessing for him, and the biggest nightmare for you. Setting up a fancy dinner in his living room, whipping up your favorite dish and drink. Crushing fertility and sleeping pills in the food

💉clueless you trusted him blindly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and smiling fondly at the romantic setting. He pulled out a chair for you to sit down, and pushed it back in once you did. Still wearing his glasses and face mask, but at this point you didn't mind it as much

💊 he watched you eat quietly, chit chatting as he could feel all the blood rush to his cock in anticipation of his dubious plan. You started to feel drowsy and apologized halfway to finishing your food, your cup empty as you went to the sofa and fell ontop of it. Barely conscious

💉he grinned, taking off his glasses and mask, picking you up easily and shakily Snaking a hand down to tug off your clothes. worming his tongue in-between your lips, Hungrily lapping at your saliva while plopping you onto the bed.

💊 he ripped off his shirt, grabbing a bottle of lube and shoving the tip into your hole. Squirting it inside as he teased your genitals. Pulling the bottle away, he quickly replaced it with his dick's tip. Shoving it in and letting out a satisfied groan, bottoming out inside your slippery insides.

💉 he wasted no time In pounding into you, holding your hips flushed against his as he was determined to breed your tight pussy. Bending down a bit to suckle on your breasts, biting and nibbling anywhere he could reach. He went all night, until he physically couldn't give you anymore of his sperm.

💊 flopping ontop of you, he kissed your unconscious form tenderly, caressing your tummy with a loving smile. When you'd wake up, you'd definitely remember your ex boyfriend, Damien.

"so pretty.. now you can't leave me, because soon We'll have a baby on the way~ you wouldn't mind living in the forest where no one can find you right? Hah, ofcourse you don't.."

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[yawnderu]

noncon/rape, drugging, creampie. MDNI.

Roommate!König loves drugging you and fucking you prone bone :(

Sure, he could try to flirt with you and maybe even get you to willingly sleep with him, but he's too much of an impatient, virgin loser to even try. No, you look way more perfect this way— body limp and needy, allowing him to manhandle you into every single position he can think of.

His hips slam against your ass as he rams his thick, veiny meat inside you, his free hand opening your cunt from behind just to stare at the way your little pussy grips his cock as he forces himself into you.

The ring of your cream around the base of his cock sends a wave of heat running through his veins, making him fuck into you faster and faster, the lewd sounds of his quiet whimpers and your wet cunt only making the scene more disgusting.

He loves seeing your body respond to his touches subconsciously, feeling your tight cunt clench around him, milking him while he empties his heavy balls inside you for the second time that night.

He shifts his hips, making sure every single inch of his cock is buried inside you before he hesitantly pulls out, opening your cheeks with his thumbs just in time to see his cum drip down, caught by a towel underneath your unconscious body.

He'll be ready to massage your pretty body when you wake up and tell him you feel sore for no reason, blaming him for the hard work out routine he taught you in the gym.

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[newfallstrangeleaves]

Masked Yandere with an unknown identity

Magic bullet

M!Yander X F!Reader Warning: Druging reader, non-con, NSFW, P in V, Oral (F receiving), slight somnophilia. Summary: Its the winner of this poll. The man with the mask gets you a drug that makes you unable to move your body but you can still feel everything he does to you. Authors note: It really took some time to get it up :( sorry

If this were any other occasion, this would not be happening. He would check your apartment to make sure nothing was wrong or that no one other than himself where within your proximity. But word spread of a drug, something even he caught on to and now can't stop himself from getting his hands on. 

That this is the right alley is only a guess. The directions were unclear and he had spent nearly three nights just wandering to hopefully run into the right people. But it's been hard having to choose between anonymity and direction. The mask is a good protection, but it’s also a deterrent. It doesn't matter who you are and where you are from, everyone agrees that if you meet something that frightens you, you turn and walk the other way. 

But tonight the hard work bears fruit. At the far end of the alley stands three men, they are tense and seem to be waiting for him. When he approaches they act cool, buffing their chests out and blowing cigarette smoke his way.

“Heard you looking for something.” One of them says. 

“Yeah, you have it?” 

“Whoa, boy calm down, why you in a hurry? Are you scared or something?” If this is an intimation tactic it's not working. On the contrary, he is feeling rather bothered. 

“Yes, actually I am. I have the money, you got the stuff or not?” 

“Here.” One of the guys with a pretty nasty black eye holds up a bag with white powder in it. Its snapped out of his hand before he even had time to react.

“HEY!”

 “So this is the stuff?” He holds the bag away from the guy with the black eye. 

“Yes, You know, we will be nice to you today and let this pass, but if you grab stuff like that again-”

“Do you want the money or not?” 

“Hand it over.”

He brings out a hefty amount of bundled-up money. He holds it between the two of them for a second before he throws it to the side and lands right into a puddle. 

 “Go, take it. I thought you wanted it.” The man glares at him, but it's hard to do with only one eye. 

“Your dead, you know that.” But before anyone has time to react, with a swift motion he tackles the guy with the black eye to the ground. His moans in pain are enough to make the other two back off. 

With the drugs secured, he is off to your apartment. 

Your apartment has never been too difficult to get into. With the copy of your key back in his pocket, he heads for the bedroom. Just to see you. Despite it not being long between the meetings, things still tend to feel lonely. 

Coming home to an empty apartment, cooking and winding off for the day all in solitude. And even now, caressing your sleeping face he wishes for things to be different. To have you and to have you as his very own. 

But today the drugs will have to do. He can already feel his cock hardening at the thought of being inside you. Eagerly he heads for the kitchen. He tries to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake you as he pours you a glass of your favorite juice. He contemplates for a second before he decides that half of it will do. 

With the spiked drink in hand, he gently strokes your face, this time with the full intention of waking you.  

“Hey, wake up darling, I just need you for a second.” He can't contain himself for chuckling at your confused face, how cute you look when you're startled. “I just need you to drink this.” 

“What? What is it?” He helps you to a sitting position before he, as gently and firmly as he can, grabs your jaw to keep your face in place. He knew before going into this that you would never agree to drink his concoction. 

You struggle at first, your hands trying to grab at anything to get the glass away. But you're losing the battle and as you fight to not choke on the liquid, you drink most of it. Some spills down on your clothes and comforter but it's nothing that you will be using anyway. 

You cough and gasp for air as he places the glass calmly on the table. 

“What was that??” You're panicking, he can tell. 

“Shhh, it's okay, you know I will never do anything to harm you. I tell you this all the time.” He wraps his arms around you and lays you back down on the bed. His arms and legs pinning you in place. You are opposing and pleas to let go go unheard, he just hushes you and strokes your hair to calm you, it doesn't take long for the drugs to kick in. All of a sudden your arms lose their strength and fall flat to the side. Your eyes are the last thing that shuts but when they do he can't contain himself anymore. 

“I know you can still hear me so don't be scared. Now, I'm sorry I drugged you, it will wear off eventually, until then if figured we could have some special time together. Try something new.” His words get more and more breathy with every word. Arousal is getting the better of him. 

The first thing that comes off is his mask, how he has been aching to feel his lips against yours. He is smiling into the kiss, his breath fanning your face. Though your lips don't give his anything in return just the feeling of you is enough, for now. Then it's the gloves that fall to the floor. He doesn't want to leave one speck of your skin untouched by his lips and his hands when this night is over. 

He gives your lips one quick peck before he travels down. His lips glaze over your neck, and he trails a few kisses over your collarbones. He is too eager to stop just there, he wants what's further down. Gently he lifts the oversized shirt you're sporting as night clothes, over your head. 

He goes straight for one of your breasts. His tongue goes over and around your nipple, sucking and biting gently. He gives one side a few minutes before he switches. When he deems them done he turns his attention to the only piece of clothing still covering you. With a quick motion, it's thrown to the side and you're back to how he loves you. Bare before him.  

“I promise you, my love. I will make you feel so good. So good, so so good.” He pushes your legs apart taking in the scene before him, your beauty is astounding. “You don't understand how much I've looked forward to tasting you.”

His tongue works away eagerly at your core. He starts at the clit, working you up, wetness already leaking out of you and he laps it up. He adds a finger, you're still rather tight but with every movement and every lick, you're relaxing. 

Then when he goes back to focusing on your clit and with a second finger inside you he hears it. A tiny whine escapes your lips. It spurs him on so much that he thinks for a moment he might be pushed over to climax over it. Almost. 

But he is determined to push you over yours first and he does. Your breath hitches as you squeeze around his fingers. Oh, how he looks forward to you doing that to his cock. As you settle back down he can feel his cock aching in his pants. Without a moment of hesitation, he throws off everything. 

“I feel so exposed.” He says and chuckles. “Even though you can't see me.” He lines his body up with yours, his cock hard and throbbing in between the two of you. But he holds back, instead, he kisses you. 

“I don't know why I'm hesitating now. I guess it's because I kind of wanted…More, if that makes sense.” He sighs. “But it's really your own fault. I would have never done this to you if you'd just accepted me, and allowed me to be with you fully, I wouldn't have taken such drastic measures. …But let's not worry about that now.” 

His forehead meets yours as he looks down. He lines his cock up to your entrance. He pushes in slowly to not overwhelm you, but it's still tight. He groans and a moan slips your lips. 

“Maybe I've been too secretive, holding my identity intact and away from you for fear of rejection. Though I know you never would reject me, even if you wanted to. Because we  both know you love this.” He pushes slowly in, bottoming out as he speaks. “Youre..Fuck…Feels so good.”

His trusts are slow at first. He is using every fiber within him not to either rail you right into the mattress or to cum right this second. But it doesn't take long for him to amp up the pace. The wet sounds from where the two of you connect and the whines that constantly leave your lips. It could be the drugs starting to wear off, but he doesn't miss the way your eyebrows twitch together and that your moans come more frequently now. 

But he is too into it to care now, too in the moment to care about whether the drugs are wearing off or not. He feels you tightening around him and miraculously he pulls through your orgasm, keeping his own intact. 

“I want another…Please…Give me another one.” He mumbles into your ear, sweat dripping down his brow. He continues until he feels you tightening up once again, this time his release comes before yours. The way your pussy squeezes around him a second time makes him lose it. But despite feeling spent he fights through your high with sloppy thrusts. The overstimulation feels like a reward.   

He pulls out just to drop down on your chest, resting his head between your breasts. He lays there and listens to your steady heartbeat for just a moment. Then he worms his arms around you and rolls over on his back with you on top. 

“I want to clean you today.” He whispers into the top of your head. “You know, really take care of you now after I've had my fun.” 

He looks over the bed, the bedding having been thrown on the floor and he sighs. Feeling contempt with you in his arms, this is where you belong, where you always should be. 

“Maybe that could wait a moment or two.” But just as he says that he can see your fingers moving slowly. You are getting the control over your body back and with that pops the bubble he wanted to stay a little longer in. “Or not.” 

He gently lifts you off him and goes to get his belongings together. He gives you a quick clean and a peck to your lips before he is out the door just in time for you to slowly sit up and open your eyes.

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[whumpy-writings]

Solitary Confinement

Febuwhump 2024 Day 2

The Dhampir Files Masterlist

CW: Non-con drugging, abusive parents (whumpees are adults), failed escape attempt, solitary confinement, sensory deprivation

Cal tried to sit up when he heard the footsteps on the stairs. He only made it halfway before he was swamped by dizziness and fell back to the floor. He groaned. Whatever he'd been drugged with was strong.

Father opened the door to the cell and set Renn down next to him. Cal's heart skipped a beat when he saw Renn's tears.

"Rest, you two. We'll be back later." Father closed and locked the door behind him. Cal watched him disappear back up the stairs before he spoke.

"Are you okay?"

Renn sniffled, cleared his throat, and then sighed. "Besides the drugs and the fact that our parents are going to treat us as their personal science experiment, I'm doing great."

"We need to get out of here."

"No shit. But we're not going anywhere right now."

Cal lowered his voice. "Once the drugs have worn off, we'll have a chance. There's two of us and two of them. Even odds. If we take them by surprise, we should be able to overpower them and escape."

Renn let out a shaky breath. "What if we fail?"

"What if we don't try?" Cal shot back. "I for one do not want to spend the rest of my life locked up in the basement, subjected to gods know what."

"I'm just so scared," Renn whispered.

"Hey, it'll be okay. I'll take care of you. You're my little brother, after all."

Renn cracked a small smile. "I thought I was an old man now?"

Cal snorted. "I'm still older than you. You'll always be little to me."

It had been almost an entire day since they had been drugged. Their parents had come check on them once or twice, but that was it.

"Help!" Cal screamed. "Help!"

Renn lay motionless on the floor. Cal suppressed the grin as footsteps pounded down the steps. Things were going perfectly.

"He won't wake up!"

Father swore as he and Mother tore across the room to the cell.

"Please, I don't think he's breathing." Cal worked a sob into his voice. "Please help him."

Father unlocked the door and knelt down next to Renn. Mother stayed outside. No, she was supposed to come in too. Cal was hit by the first flash of uncertainty. But then he steeled his jaw and took a deep breath. This would work. It had to.

"How long has he been like this?" Father asked. He didn't get a response. Renn bolted upright, slamming his head into his chin. At the same time Cal bolted out of the cell and tackled Mother to the floor.

Renn ran out of the cell, Father momentarily dazed. Cal scrambled off Mother and sprinted toward the stairs, Renn close behind him.

Cal took the stairs two at a time. They had gotten through the hardest part. Now they just had to get outside and make it to the forest.

"Stop them!" Mother cried. Cal didn't bother looking back. He grabbed the doorknob and burst through the door. Only to run right into someone. The person wrapped their arms around his torso and slammed him against the wall. The wind knocked out of him, but he barely had time to gasp before something hit his head and he crumpled into unconsciousness.

Cal awoke with a start. Everything was dark. He was laying curled up on his side on a cold stone floor.

"Hello?" His voice echoed off the stone walls. "Renn, are you there?"

No response. Cal winced as he pushed himself to sitting. It was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He tentatively reached out. His fingers found a stone wall. His head pounded, but he slowly mapped the room by touch. It was small, barely long enough for him to lay down. There was a wooden door at one end. Cal pushed on it. It was solid. He ran his hands across the door. If he could just find the doorknob, maybe he could figure out how to get out.

"Fuck!" Cal slammed his hands against the door. There was no doorknob. The door was completely solid, save for a tiny slot at the bottom which he assumed was to deliver food. He got onto his belly and pushed his hand through the opening. He felt around, but all there was was more stone. He couldn't get his elbow through the opening. I'm trapped. Cal let out a frustrated sob. They had been so close. He and Renn had almost been free. He withdrew his hand from the slot and sat back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest.

He sat like that for hours, listening to his shaky breaths and the beating of his heart. He hoped Renn was alright. Maybe he had made it. Even as he had the thought he shook it off. Renn wouldn't have left him. If Cal was still stuck in this hell, Renn was too.

Cal awoke with a jolt to something sliding into his cell.

"Hey! Let me out of here!" He pounded on the door to no avail. He could just hear the retreating footsteps. "Fuck you!" he screamed.

He hated this. He hated being stuck alone in this dark fuckin' room. He hated not having his brother next to him. Cal reached down and found a small tray with what felt like a bit of bread and cheese. His anger boiled. He didn't want any of their fuckin' food. He pushed the tray back through the slot.

Cal sat with his elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair, and screamed.

Taglist: @dragonqueenslayer6 @whumpsday

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[vilsoo]

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ⌇TOJI FUSHIGURO

perv!toji fushiguro x married!reader || WC: 3,928

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. married and having the best sex with your husband was no matter to your next door neighbor toji, who’s obsessed with watching everything you do from his window. but one night, he devised a plan to make you as his forever.

𖤐 WARNINGS. noncon, drugging, stalking/voyeurism, murder threats, perverted neighbor, kinda yandere, forced cuckolding, minor gunplay, bondage, degrading, dark obsession, kidnapping, eventual smut, forced creampie.

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

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Who needs hardcore porn when your perverted neighbor could watch you and your husband fuck for free right next door?

Your first mistake was never closing the blinds to your bedroom. But for a sick and twisted man like Toji Fushiguro, he’s thankful every damn day that you never did. Admiring you from afar, a perfect distance where he’d sit by his window that perfectly captures the views of your bedroom and kitchen windows. He loves to watch you undress. He loves to watch you get ready for work. He loves to watch you sleeping when your husband isn’t home. Everything about your features and radiant personality appealed to Toji so beautifully, like tending to a delicate toy he refuses to let go. But because he couldn’t have you, it was best to let him watch from a distance where he could see only you, allowing him to have at least some sense of possession.

He’ll never get enough of watching you get fucked so hard by your husband. Every. Fucking. Night. Seeing your head pinned on the bed as he fucks you so rough, the bed rocking back and forth, that mix of passion and roughness… he took sick fucking pleasure in everything you do.

You were a perfect slut in his eyes. But it was a damn shame that your pathetic husband got to experience how fucking filthy you really are…

You’ve known Toji for three years now. You greet each other every morning on the driveway as you leave for work, him showing a pleasant facade like the good neighbor he is. You only think of him as someone who enjoys the company of your husband since they seen much more close. Going on their morning jogs together every Sunday and even the neighborhood gym. But behind closed doors, the man who you thought was so sweet and hospitable was nonetheless possessive when it comes to you.

Toji kept track of your routine for the past few months. On weekdays you’d be awake at 8 am and spend an hour getting ready for work. Your breakfast would be at 9 with your husband who mostly does the cooking, serving you your favorite meals. After you leave for work, your husband would then leave an hour after you. By noon you’d come back from work an hour after Toji. He’d linger in his bedroom just to watch you strip off your clothes and head for the shower from his window, your naked body so charming to see. Then you’d cook dinner for your husband when he arrives.

The rest of your afternoon doesn’t appeal to Toji since you’re busy with errands and work, until, things get heated by nightfall. Specifically when you and your husband get ready for bed.

These special nights are Toji’s absolute favorite. With just the perfect view right across, he’d fist his cock and jerk off while watching your pretty cunt getting toyed with and pounded senselessly. Seeing you being treated like nothing but a fuck doll, fucked in multiple positions for the longest until you pass out and your husband would give you aftercare. But his every thought would be plagued by how fucking hot you looked. There was one night where your husband actually fucked you on the window with the blinds slightly opened, your tits and the side of your face pressing against the glass as he pounded into you from behind. Toji has never came so fast and so much in his life after witnessing that.

Your moans would be loud, but not loud enough for him from this distance. He wanted to hear your beautiful cries and screams up close himself. He wanted to see how sexy your tits would be bouncing in his grip as he rocked the bed ‘till it shatters. He wanted to see how you’d look with marks all over from spanking you as many times as he’d want. He wanted to, he wanted to. Objectifying you like the pervert he truly was, getting off to his forbidden fantasies, the impulses with just you at the center— he’d stroke his cock faster, feeling the taut electricity run through him, making himself come the same time as your husband makes you come.

Oh, Toji could easily do that. He could easily fulfill his dark fantasies with you. Though it may seem unobtainable, he’d fucking kill just so he could have you. Perhaps even have you for more than just fucking and literally settle down with you for life, being apart of his future. But the only thing standing in his way is, well, your husband. It boils his blood knowing that that man is the only man making you feel good. It boils his blood knowing that he’s the only one that can show how much he loves you dearly.

Because according to Toji, it should be him fucking you. It should be him walking by your side for life. It should be him, not your husband, no matter how good he is or how well he treats you. Your vulnerability and innocence makes him so fucking greedy— as if he was owed some compensation for his extensive dedication on stalking you for several months now, and his reward would be only you.

Toji wants you as his. He often thought about killing your husband in order to get what he always wanted. Various options come across his mind— drive-by’s, poisoning, or kidnapping him far away to bash his brains out. Maybe even hold him at gun point just to witness the fear in his eyes. If it all couldn’t work out, he had an alternative option: tying your husband to a chair and forcing him to watch you get fucked hard on the bed you shared.

The fantasies of killing and ruining your husband the most brutal way made him exhilarated. But he knew that it was all unrealistic; you were loyal, you were loving, you were an amazing wife paired with an amazing husband. And all he could do was watch from afar… Masturbate, fantasize, admire, and only speak when you approach him in the neighborhood— totally not thinking about bending you over wherever he wanted, ripping your yoga leggings to show your cunt, and fucking you so relentlessly. Because the more he watched, the more he couldn’t stop falling for you everyday, for the dark passion and longing to have you one day will forever haunt him. One day you will be his. And he would never let anyone take you away from him…

It wasn’t until Toji came up with a plan that took months to scheme. And tonight was the night; the night your neighbor, Toji Fushiguro, would finally get to have you as his.

Such a process was not that difficult, for he’d do anything just to have you. It was all out of passion; an interesting feeling that Toji finds so strong and barely controllable for you. Passion was the only word, the only way to describe his motivation. Not a single thought of you went by his mind without being accompanied by his arousal. And such a strong sense of arousal was exactly what he felt between his legs as you sat across him.

Tonight, your husband invited Toji over for dinner. But such a fool he was, to think that Toji was actually his friend all along and under the impression that he was just a generous next door neighbor. Toji was only using him just to get closer to you. Your chemistry, your love, your strong devotion, and even your fucking marriage contract couldn’t stop Toji from his erratic feelings for you. In fact, there was nothing that was going to stop him from what he was about to do to the both of you.

All thanks to the special meal he prepared for the both of you.

The clock ticked. Toji’s foot kept fidgeting underneath the table. A longing to part your legs and finally have you turned his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the table. It wasn’t until the end of dinner couldn’t have come fast enough— it’s been ten to fifteen minutes and the effects should already be kicking in. He watched warily for the signs; your husband starting to feel a bit woozy and your grip on the silverware starting to fall loose.

A few minutes later, you and your husband finally collapsed.

Toji rushed over to you only, catching you before your beautiful body fell drastically on the floor. When you were both unresponsive and rendered motionless, it was time for Toji to execute the plan and start the moment he’s been dying to experience. The fun that finally begins. His eyes burned with excitement and the adrenaline rushed through him that his cock bulged so hard through his pants it hurt like hell. He was already sent into sexual rage.

Toji had to take care of your husband first. He took a chair from the dining table and the rope from the bag he hid, bringing everything upstairs one by one. He tied your husband to the chair, finding some duct tape to seal that over your his mouth. As you were laying peacefully on the bed, Toji took a deep breath before carefully stripping off your clothing. Once his eyes fix upon you, he dares not to blink as he takes in your bare skin he’s been dying to caress, seeing you naked and unconscious before him.

“You are finally mine,” Toji whispers tenderly. It’s been an agonizing wait for him, to finally run his hands up and down the shape of your body, and finally seeing your pretty cunt so up close he couldn’t wait to fuck.

After taking more rope and putting duct tape over your mouth, he tied your wrists and ankles above your head. That way it would be impossible for you to ever close your legs and force you to take every fraction of his cock, facing him at all times and watch him fuck you as hard as your husband does every night. But of course, he’d do it better. Toji’s cock was much larger than average— (your husband’s size) and knowing just how much of a slut you are, he knows that you can take it all.

He then walked over to your unconscious husband, chuckling at him and playfully nudging his head. “Don’t worry, buddy. At least you have the perfect view when I fuck your wife on your very own bed. And when I’m done, she’ll belong to me.”

When everything finally felt ready, Toji made a loud sound that jolted the both of you awake, confused and slightly disoriented of the different setting and why you couldn’t move. Toji could hear heavy panting and both of you struggling in your ropes. You tried calling for each other but your voices were muffled. But if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever seen in person so far— the way your cries of panic were muffled and you couldn’t even move a limb from being tied up like that… a helpless slut that presents her holes for fucking and breeding had his blood rushing, penetrating his psyche. He was growing impatient.

Toji had his gun, reloading it from outside the bedroom that you both flinch in fear and freeze. You both couldn’t see nor recognize him until you watch in horror as he finally enters the room, chuckling at the chaos he created. There was absolutely nothing that was going to stop him from doing what he was dying to do, to pursue you with the love and pleasure you deserve from only him. And god, he couldn’t back down now when he saw the fear and terror surging in your eyes that it turned the fuck him on.

“Aw, look at you. All tied up for me and showing your pussy off to me,” Toji cooed, running the muzzle of the gun down the side of your face you trembled, every nerve in your body struck with fear, humiliation, betrayal, rage... He could hear your husband swearing and yelling at him from behind, fighting aggressively through that rope when he laid a finger on your body.

But Toji didn’t give a shit. He took in the delectable sight of your naked body being offered for him like a Christmas present. Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you start to pull on the restraints, little whines and sniffles from the stinging pain. You rapidly shake your head at him as he kept violating you, trying so hard to inch as far away as possible but it was inevitable for your body to succumb to it.

Toji chuckled, the barrel of his gun brushing on the folds of your cunt it made you squirm. “Pretty dolls don’t cry, sweetheart. We’re here to show your pathetic husband how much of a slut you are for me. Look at you, already fucking wet from my gun teasing your clit.”

You sobbed and whined, forcing your eyes shut as your cunt began to throb when his gun eased in and out on your folds faster. He smiled in amusement when he sees the way your body reacted differently than your emotional state, which is just what he needed. “I’m sure you’re loving this as much as I am,” he mused. “You sound so beautiful. I can’t wait to make a mess outta you right here. That man won’t compare to the way I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”

Your stomach contorted in agony when Toji undid his pants, slipping out his aching cock that couldn’t bare to waste any minute with you. The more he kept touching you, kissing your tears away, and playing with your clit, the more your husband was fuming with infuriation and rage, trying to inch the chair closer until Toji aimed his gun at him.

“If you don’t shut your fucking mouth and stay put, I’ll blow your goddamn brains out in front of her. And you wouldn’t wanna traumatize her more, am I right?” he threatened with a sardonic chuckle.

In the midst of your staggering emotions, you felt utterly betrayed. The deceit you’ve engulfed yourself in about Toji Fushiguro was nothing but a lie. Is this really him? The same man that greets you sweetly when you arrive at your driveway? The same man that offered to help your husband in the garden? The same man that loves to help people? You weren’t as close to him as your husband was. What you thought a handsome gentleman and a pleasant next door neighbor would be… was nothing but an obsessive, impulsive freak that has a predatory chase to derive pleasure, control, and satisfaction from having you.

Toji tended back to you, touching you in anticipating ways that made your motions get gradually frantic, cunt quivering and body twitching on his cock rubbing you. Your sensitive body just couldn’t help but sink into arousal... Maybe it was the possession and obsession he’s had for you the longest— that feeling of being desired and honored that your husband doesn’t show enough. Deep down, you knew this was wrong. You were sick and humiliated from Toji doing this in front of him. You could sense your husband’s anger and the helplessness of not being able to do anything…

But your body language towards him was saying otherwise. You were guilty— oh, so guilty— of your cunt throbbing while being tied up and teased like this to a handsome man like Toji. And once he could read and feel your body and mind giving up to him, not one drug could compare to the ecstasy he’s experiencing.

“Aw. Didn’t even fuck her yet and she’s getting off to this already,” Toji chuckled, making sure your husband was hearing. “I know how long you’ve wanted this— I fucking know you fantasize about this as well... Tell me you think about your hot next door neighbor fucking the shit out of you and I won’t kill you.”

A mewl was all you could respond with, once again provoking the insane man. He let one finger drift over your cunt and slipped inside, crooking it to find that soft, textured spot that would push you over the edge. You hated everything about this filthy moment, but yet— you were shamelessly grinding and bucking your hips to his fingers. Your fingers reach for the binding ropes as something to grip on, your sobs mixing with your soft moans.

“Every night, I’ve been watching you two from my window get it on. Right here, on this bed. But I gotta admit, those were my favorite fuckin’ nights. Watchin’ you being treated like a slutty whore and your pussy getting stretched out… I just couldn’t stop thinking if only that were me, you know?”

The change of tone in his voice was rather raspy and aggressive, prompting you to shudder. His dark confession made the pace of his fingers grow faster and harder, more fingers slipping in, letting out pathetic whines and thighs shake as you were already nearing an orgasm. Usually it takes longer with your husband to make you come, but with Toji— it felt as if he already memorized your body to know what shatters you faster…

Your husband kept yelling and cursing at him but he kept going. Infuriation and betrayal was burning through his eyes as he was struggling and forcing himself out the ropes. But for some reason you were ashamed to look at him. You couldn’t bear to see his face. You wish that he could stop squirming in the seat and keep quiet until it was all over. But how will things be now when this is actually over?

“I warned you.” Toji gave a menacing glare at your husband as he pointed his gun at him again. “Keep your fucking mouth shut or I’ll blow your jaw off. Stay where you fuckin’ are.”

Another tear falls from your eye. Toji puts the gun down on the bed before tending to your anguish, kissing the side of your face and caressing you sweetly. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I just wanna be inside you already…”

Toji grabs onto your throat, hovering over you closer as he slips his cock slowly and deeply into your cunt. Your thighs shudder as you tried to resist, but his tight grip held you in place. A little bit of struggle was no problem to him, since he could tell by the way your body reacts you easily caved into the sensation.

“Fuck. I have wanted—” Toji broke off with a groan, tracing the outline of your collarbone with his breath, “For so fucking long… to fuck you exactly like this...”

You were already losing yourselves from this brain-fazing sensation, this dangerous arousal awakening from every harsh, violent thrust of Toji’s long, thick cock slamming into you so deep inside you that an orgasm could be just a few thrusts away. He’s dreamed about hearing the pretty noises and moans you make, and finally hearing them up close intoxicated his bloodstream like a man gone fucking wild. All that pent up anger and madness thumping in his blood, each thrust resonating a sound indeterminable from your duct tape. Are you actually screaming of pain or are you moaning in pleasure from this..?

“You’re mine above everyone else, pretty girl. I’ll fucking own you in every way possible.”

There really was nothing you could do, for every harsh thrust into your cunt clouded your thoughts and numbed your body. As you were lost in the ecstasy and began to writhe in it, your body contorted. You feel his desire through the strength of his grip, inching his face closer that you meet his eyes. And there you could take in his strong, undying passion and lust for you. This was his everything with you. The forceful slapping of skin, the screams, the moans, loss of breath, the heat, and the bed nearly breaking…

You even forgot about your husband, sitting there and watching the way Toji fucked you harder and better than he did. And what made him infuriated was that he could tell you enjoyed it all…

After he made use of your perfect body the way it’s meant to be used, he pulled out real slow and steady, the ropes holding your legs and hips so high that none of his cum could leak out. He stared and admired for a bit, your legs still forced apart so he could take a good into you. He took a few pictures, too.

A beautiful sight on how much of a mess he made of you... Fuck, Toji couldn’t just get enough of it. He was unhinged. A desperate, howling animal. All of your sensitive tissues that should never see another man’s cock or the light of day. He’s worked your body and your cunt so good. The way your holes were so wide and deep from his cock hollowing into you was evident enough. He could see your thighs trembling, probably still from fear, but also from those intense, overstimulating orgasms your husband will never reach out of you.

“Look at how fucking hot she looks. This is how you fuck a slut properly. She didn’t even look at you the whole time cause you’re too pathetic. Heard her moaning my name under that duct tape, too.” Toji bragged in front of your husband.

Before he could charge right at him and attack, Toji was already one step ahead by knocking him out with the gun’s barrel again. The both of you are currently unconscious, leaving Toji to admire your body just one more time before he could keep you forever. He could see the muscles of your cunt flexing around nothing, your abused cervix as well, which was filled all the way to the brim with his cum. You were so, so fucking beautiful to him.

“You’ll be coming along with me now,” Toji whispered as he unraveled your ropes. “A new home for the both of us, far away from here…”

And just a few days later when Toji finally took care of your husband, there was a basement that he prepared a month earlier before everything. You were laying on a bed unconscious, all of your limbs chained and spread apart on the posts. Toji couldn’t stop staring at how softer your expressions were, and your beautiful lips free from duct tape. You were finally his prized possession. He couldn’t hold back longer to claim you over and over again. He hovered over to kiss you so sweetly, consumed by your scent, consumed by your touch, that his wandering fingers became too eager to feel your wet cunt.

He couldn’t wait for you to wake up. See the beauty come alive right in his eyes. Feel you again and again. Have passionate sex with him and nobody watching this time. But before he could move away and let you wake up, you were mumbling inaudibly. It was no mistake to Toji what he heard that morning that made him smirk.

“Toji… Please, don’t stop…”

It seems that Toji wasn’t the only impatient one. Prompting a chuckle from his amusement, he plants a kiss on your forehead and inched closer to your lips, feeling you kiss back in a weak state. “Don’t worry, my love,” he mutters. “We have all the time in the world...”

“I hope you like your new home.”

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO © 2023. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost/share any of my works on any social media where minors have access. art by scabmeat ♥︎

this was originally written for sanzu on my old blog, but since i love the concept, i decided to write this for toji instead.

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 14 - Querencia

This is the next chapter of Querencia, following Whumptober Day 1!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch , @pigeonwhumps (thank you for beta reading!), @bookworm2107

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No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.” | Water Inhalation

Contains: dude whump, electrocution, water whump, Deaf whumpee, captivity, restraints, revenge, death mention, noncon drugging, needles, superpowers

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Quinn jolts awake in an unfamiliar room, still half-expecting to be in charge of steering an out-of-control vehicle. Instead, he finds himself in what looks like a warehouse, but definitely not the one they converted into their home. This one is dingy and in sore need of a good cleaning. The events of the evening come back to him in flashes - the park, the drive home…the spike strips in the road and his inability to avoid them or prevent the crash afterward. 

This was planned, whatever it is. And now he’s alone, without his team, and he can only hope they’re all alright.

He doesn’t remain alone for long. The trio that enters the room looks vaguely familiar, but with his head still swirling from unconsciousness he can’t quite place them. Besides, his thoughts are more caught on the fact that none of them are wearing masks or anything else to conceal their identities. Kidnappers without masks generally don’t plan to allow their victims to leave alive.

“The great Electric Eagle himself,” the woman begins, strolling closer. “Right here in our grasp, isn’t it exciting, boys?”

The bigger man circles him where he sits. “Somehow he doesn’t seem quite as intimidating without the whole superhero getup.”

“That could also have to do with the handcuffs,” the second man laughs. 

“True!”

“Where is the rest of my team?” Quinn asks, careful to keep his expression and voice steady. They normally wouldn’t seem very intimidating, but they’ve already proven themselves rather capable of causing trouble. At the moment, though, any fear in him is for his team, not himself. 

“Oh, he’s British! Did you know he was British?” The woman puts a hand to her heart, looking at the other two. They shrug, unimpressed. “I do love me a British accent. But sorry to tell you, honey, it isn’t going to keep me from making you pay.”

“And…what, exactly, is it that I’m paying for?” He knows these three from somewhere, it’s driving him mad that he can’t place where.

“He doesn’t remember.” The bigger man crouches down and grabs a fistful of Quinn’s shirt, yanking him in close to his face. “What, we weren’t important enough for you to think about, once you’d ruined our lives and moved on with yours?”

“You got us arrested, that’s what. None of us even had records until you and your cutesy little team of superheroes came along and ruined it all. We lost all the money we’d gotten, lost our jobs, can’t get hired anywhere else, Greg’s wife left him…”

Oh. Now he remembers them. Criminals, of course, as he’d assumed, but more specifically a gang of three bank robbers that they’d worked together to stop. Which means that it shouldn’t be just him that they have a complaint against.

“Where…is…my team?”

The bigger man, Tommy Lewis, shoves him backwards so that he sprawls on the floor, hands trapped behind his back. “They’ll get their turns! But you’re the leader, so you get first go at paying up, how does that sound?”

He has no idea what they have in mind, but no doubt that it will be unpleasant. Maybe by the time they’re done with him, the others will have come up with some kind of escape plan and will be able to avoid having to go through whatever it is, themselves. If anyone is going to get hurt here, it should be him. 

Greg Sanders, the other man, comes closer, and Quinn’s eyes immediately go to a syringe in his hand. “What’s that, then?”

“Sheila may have lost her job at the lab, but she didn’t lose all of the formulas she was working on in her spare time.” He smirks, waving the syringe a bit. “You all will get to try out a couple of different specialties of hers while you’re here!”

He comes at him with the syringe, and Quinn kicks out with his restrained feet, trying to knock it from his hands. If it’s just something she’s been working on at home, there’s probably a limited supply. He doesn’t know what could possibly be in it, but being poisoned isn’t high on his list of fun activities for himself or his team. 

Greg dodges the kick, and before Quinn can try to roll further out of the way Tommy is on top of him, sitting on his legs and pinning his upper half to the floor. With his hands beneath him he can’t summon any lightning, and the man is too heavy to fight off without leverage. The needle sinks into his arm.

The three criminals step back and stare at him as he scrambles to at least sit upright. He takes it that something visible is supposed to happen, then. His heart is pounding in anticipation, waiting to start feeling excruciating pain or to grow an extra limb or whatever horrible, drastic thing they have planned. 

Then lightning crackles in his palm, without his permission. 

“Aha!” Sheila screeches. “It’s starting to work!”

Quinn swallows hard. If this is something that affects his powers, it could be much worse than he’d feared. As if in response to his thoughts, another bolt arcs from one hand to the other. The trio starts donning long rubber gloves.

“If my powers go out of control, you’re going to need a lot more than rubber gloves and soles to keep you safe.” He’s imagining the whole room filling with streaks of lightning, taking out the lights and the people and charring the walls and floor. 

Meanwhile, electricity snakes up to his wrist and hits the handcuffs, and for the first time since he was just learning to use his power, Quinn actually feels the effects of it himself. He jolts and grunts in utter surprise as it buzzes through his skin. There’s a reason why he and Nari have to be careful to keep their abilities separate. Metal and electricity do not mix well. 

Greg smirks. “We’re not really worried about it.”

Distracted by getting shocked, he doesn’t notice the hose in Sheila’s hand until a blast of cold water hits him in the chest. “Let’s speed this up a little bit, shall we?”

“This is a bad ide-” He gets a faceful of water before he can finish the sentence, leaving him sputtering. 

“Oh, I think it’s the best idea we’ve had in a while! This is going to be fun.”

He tries to scoot himself backwards, away from the persistent stream of icy water, but they just follow, laughing at him, soaking his whole front. They haven’t managed to get his hearing aids yet, thankfully, but he imagines at this point it’s only a matter of time. 

He’s trying to come up with some other way to dissuade them or a way out of this situation when his power activates again. This time it crawls all the way up his arm, hitting both metal and sopping wet fabric. From there it takes on a life of its own. Quinn’s body jerks backwards, his head slamming into the concrete block wall he’d moved up against, before uncontrollable shaking sends him to the floor. Everything burns like there’s fire inside his veins. He’s fairly certain he screams at some point, without meaning to. He knows for sure he bit his tongue, because his mouth is full of the bitter taste of blood when he can finally breathe and see straight again.

The trio is laughing at him some more. He can see that, though he can’t hear it, which means his hearing aids are fried. Fantastic. At least he doesn’t have to listen to their annoying voices anymore. 

Before he’s fully caught his breath, it’s happening again. And again. And again. It seems to be getting worse the longer the drug is in his system, and of course the more they soak him down with the hose. Sometimes he screams, sometimes it gets trapped somewhere inside and feels like it’s ripping through his throat. He doesn’t bother trying to pick himself up after each round. He’s too exhausted, and everything hurts. 

After a while, they must get bored with that method, because Tommy comes over and yanks him up off the ground with gloved hands. He’s saying something… “new game,” Quinn’s pretty sure is in there somewhere, but his lips are a bit of a blur. 

He can’t walk, not with his ankles chained together, so he gets dragged across the room and deposited on his knees…in front of a bucket full of water. He can already see where this is going without needing to hear whatever taunting they’re doing. 

Sure enough, a hand grabs onto his curls and shoves his head down into the water. Instinctively, he pushes against it, struggling to get up while holding onto what air he was able to gulp in. 

He can’t let them kill him. The team needs him, he has to help them get out of here. They can’t go through this. Just the thought of it makes him sick to his stomach. 

His head feels like it’s going to explode. A burst of bubbles escape his lips, relieving a little of the pressure, but now his lungs are aching instead. He needs to breathe, he needs to breathe…

He’s jerked up out of the water by his hair. Rivulets run down his face, over his eyes and into his open mouth as he gasps loudly for precious air. Greg and Sheila are across from him, big grins on their faces. 

One last gasp - not nearly enough - and he’s back down again. This time, though, his power comes to life, shooting up through his body with a force that makes his back arch. His lungs spasm involuntarily, and then he’s choking, coughing, taking in more water, until mercifully the bucket tips over with his erratic movements and he hits the floor, water spilling across him as he continues to shake and cough. 

He can see open air but he can’t breathe. Water rattles in his throat and chest. The lightning stops, but he still kicks and squirms, trying desperately to draw something in or expel something out, anything. 

Someone flips him over onto his side and kicks him hard in the back, and he’s finally able to spew out the last of the water, coughing until his ribs ache and his throat is on fire. 

He’s not even aware of anyone that’s around him until another needle pricks his arm. No, please, no more… They’re talking amongst themselves or maybe even to him, but he doesn’t know what their plans are anymore. If his power goes even more haywire, though, he’s not going to survive it. They’re going to kill him. 

Minutes pass, though, and the only lightning that happens is small, more like the first few times. Enough to make him jolt, but not writhe. It seems to be calming down, much to his immense relief. 

His ankles are released and someone pulls him to his feet. His legs feel leaden, but he stumbles along beside them as they lead him out the door and down a hall, eventually unlocking another door and shoving him inside. 

Immediately he drops to sit on the ground, no strength left. It’s only then that he sees Liliana sitting there, staring at him wide-eyed and fearful. He forces himself to turn, and there are the others, too. Safe.

Everyone’s lips are moving, probably asking a million questions, but he’s too tired to try and comprehend. He just shakes his head. “Aids got fried.” He hates talking out loud when he doesn’t have them in, but signing isn’t exactly an option when his hands are still cuffed and Liliana still doesn’t know much sign, anyway.

Nari’s face is etched with concern, her eyes darting to his ears, then across his soaking wet body once more. “What did they do to you?” Her mouth moves, but she also signs it as best she can with one wrist cuffed to the wall. “We were so worried!”

Quinn’s eyes drift shut, and he shakes his head again. “I don’t…want to talk about it. Not yet.” He'll have to, eventually. He has to prepare them for what they might face. 

They have to figure out a way out of here before that happens. 

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₂˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : unedited, short, gangbang (??), NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, goblin/human, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, dubcon, rape/noncon elements, sloppy writing, rushed.

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : this is literally the shortest one-shot in the entire monster fucker series of mine, and that's because it's rushed. i didn't feel like adding plot at all either. but hey, if it got my coochie wet, it should get your coochie wet. ( feeding ya'll so you guys don't starve waiting on the dragon one-shot )

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: after the death of your brother, it's now your sole duty to provide for you and your mom--- but the woods can be a very scary place.

꒰male!goblins₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

"𝑀other! I'm leaving! "

Silence draped itself over the house, as if time itself had come to a halt. Your mother's voice remained absent, and the absence of anyone bidding you farewell left you with a heavy heart. A gentle sigh escaped your lips and with a tender touch, you closed the weathered wooden door, shouldering the weight of the knapsack upon your back. As your eyes met the foreboding darkness that veiled the forest, a disconcerting feeling settled within the depths of your chest.

In the absence of your brother, who had always been the pillar of support for both of you, you found yourself embracing the role of a caretaker. Your mother, overwhelmed with grief, was unable to fulfill the basic necessities of sustenance and safety. She remained motionless on the bed, her tears flowing ceaselessly, as the days and nights blended together. It was now your turn to rise above the despair and take charge, to bring solace and stability.

With a firm grip on the handle of your short dagger, you fortified your nerves and ventured into the gloomy forest, your knife clenched tightly in a state of restless eagerness. Although the weight of your backpack was as light as a feather, it bore down upon you like an immense burden. Swiftly pivoting, you remained on high alert, ensuring your guard was steadfastly upheld.

Into the heart of the sprawling forest you ventured, your footsteps dancing upon the moss-covered ground, carrying you further away from the gentle glow that had guided your way. The once comforting sense of security dissipated like morning mist, leaving you engulfed in an eerie darkness. The comforting sense of security that had embraced you earlier now vanished into thin air. 

  The path you had treaded upon vanished, leaving no trace of retreat, yet your determination remained unwavering. You pressed on, driven by the desire to reach the berries nestled amidst the dense foliage, and then eventually find your way back home.

As you ventured deeper into the woods, your brother's words echoed in your mind like a haunting melody. He warned you about the goblins, elusive creatures that supposedly roamed the shadows, waiting for unsuspecting intruders to cross into their domain. Despite the ominous tales, he assured you that they were harmless. The image of a goblin, with its peculiar shade of green and diminutive stature, danced in your imagination. How strange it was to think that such creatures existed in the same world as you, yet remained hidden from your sight.

Ever watchful, your gaze remained fixated upon the intricate engravings adorning the tree trunks. A circular insignia defiantly marked with a decisive strike, served as your guiding beacon. Hopeful, you pressed on, faithfully tracing the trail laid before you. 

As the gentle breeze whispered through the foliage, a symphony of rustling leaves enveloped the air. Time seemed to slow down as you cautiously pivoted toward the bush, your trembling hands betraying your anxious state. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, igniting your nerves like a blazing inferno. 

 Suddenly, a deep growl pierced the tranquility, resonating through the very core of your being. Despite the weapon clutched tightly in your grasp, an inexplicable terror seized your heart, threatening to consume your every thought. In an instant, instinct took over, propelling you to turn swiftly and flee, your nimble form weaving through the dense forest, effortlessly evading the entangling vines and treacherous rocks that dared to impede your escape.

You're unsure of how long you've been running but the searing pain in your lungs prompted you to slow your pace, seeking refuge by leaning against a sturdy tree. Your hand brushed against a peculiar marking, distinct from the familiar circle with a slash. You look up quickly, this time, an imposing 'X' catches your eye, accompanied by a haunting message etched jaggedly below: 'go back'. A shiver runs down your spine as the unsettling awareness of being observed, hunted even, envelopes you.

In a moment of desperation, you tightly shut your eyes, as if trying to shield yourself from the malevolent forces that surrounded you and pray. Whispers of wicked laughter dance through the air, reverberating within the depths of the expansive forest. With a quick swivel, you scan your surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of any flicker of life amidst the shadows.

   Suddenly, a jolt of pain shot through your body, causing you to gasp. Your eyes widened as you felt a sharp object pierce your ankle, momentarily stealing your breath away. In a reflexive response, you released your grip on the dagger, allowing it to fall to the forest floor. Bending down, you gingerly extracted the needle-like object.

 Yet, as if a veil of mist had descended upon your eyes, your once clear vision became hazy and indistinct. With a determined shake of your head, you attempted to dispel the fog that had insidiously infiltrated your thoughts. Grasping the dagger once more, you struggled to regain your balance, stumbling clumsily as you rose to your full stature.

Alas, the forest floor seemed to twist and twirl in a dizzying dance before your eyes, causing you to succumb to its disorienting spell. In a sudden and unexpected motion, you found yourself sprawled on the ground, the knife slipping from your grasp and soaring away from your reach.

As the atmosphere grew thick with sinister chuckles, it became evident that you had unwittingly stumbled into the realm of the mischievous Goblins. Overwhelmed by frustration, tears of despair trickled down your cheeks, while your determination urged you to inch closer to the gleaming blade.

Suddenly, a force seized your trembling leg, causing you to cry out in fear. Frantically, you thrashed about, employing erratic kicks in a desperate bid to dislodge the mysterious grip.

 It seemed that whatever the Goblins had put on that needle was finally kicking in. Gradually, your valiant resistance waned, your feeble attempts to resist their hold proving futile. A haunting laughter reverberated near your ear, causing you to cautiously shift your gaze towards the sound, tears streaming down your face as you found yourself ensnared by the gaze of large black eyes.

Abruptly, the creature's mouth parted, emitting a series of chitters that harmonized with the surrounding Goblins, creating an otherworldly symphony of communication. You plead with them, your tears cascading down your face and finding solace in the crevices of your hairline. The Goblin closest to you inches forward, its head tilting inquisitively, while its its gaze fixated on the shimmering trails of tears.

The soft murmur of their conversation is the sole sound that penetrates the deafening thump of your heartbeat. You have no clue what they're saying but the delicate caress of a hand on your cheek offers solace as it brushes away the tears that stream down your face.

In total, it appears that there are four figures surrounding you, two positioned near your feet and one on either side. Despite the fact that they are armed, they exhibit a sense of nonchalance, keeping their weapons idle by their sides.

As you begin to relax a bit, a glimmer of hope flickers within you, and you that they perceive you as harmless and decide to leave you here. A gentle warmth caresses your cheek, prompting you to slowly turn towards its source, only to recoil in fear at the looming presence of the monstrous being.

Its mouth, without warning, descends upon yours, planting a sloppy kiss that catches you off guard. Your eyes widen in shock, and you instinctively attempt to pull away, tears welling up in your eyes.

As if in a surreal reverie, a slimy appendage gently prods against your quivering lips, the creature displaying an unsettling indifference toward your futile resistance. Abruptly, a hand gropes your breast, its jagged nails tearing through the delicate fabric.

A gasp escapes your lips, mingling with the invasive kiss, and the intruder's long and thick tongue slides down your throat effortlessly. Paradoxically, this unwelcome intrusion only serves to ignite a fierce determination within you, intensifying your struggle against its grip.

  Like a peculiar elixir, the mingling of the goblins' sweet saliva and your own descends upon your flushed cheeks. In that fleeting moment, you relinquish your futile attempts to escape their clutches. Your limbs refuse to obey your commands, and you find yourself overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. After all, if their intention was to end your life, they could easily do so, just like they had done to your brother.

 Amidst the haze that clouds your sight, you find solace in the notion that this situation could have been far more dreadful. This kiss, though not your first, stands out among the many others you've experienced from the boys in the village who seem to always disregard your lack of consent. Hell, it might be the drug affecting your thoughts, or perhaps it's the overwhelmingly sweet taste of its saliva, but you don't particularly object to your current state.

 Your eyes pop open at the sound of your bindings being ripped, exposing your breasts to the crisp breeze. Your nipples perk up and harden, as if beckoning one of the mischievous creatures to come and taste. Your thighs clench, clit pulsing as a hot mouth descends around your areola, suckling strongly, teeth delicately grazing your tender skin.

A wave of pleasure crashes over you, your moans escape into the Goblin's mouth. Your eyes remain shut, lost in a world where only the sensations matter. The impish creature, with clumsy hands, explores your other breast, teasing and coaxing your nipple. 

  You realize briefly how aroused you are, how slippery your cunt is ( so much so that it’s almost uncomfortable) and your cheeks flush in embarrassment. It's a secret that you'll hold dear forever, how these monstrous beings awaken a desire within you that far surpasses anything that men from your village could ever offer.

Riiiip

You quickly break away from the kiss, gasping for air, only to find yourself staring at the two Goblins by your feet. Your pants are torn, the hasty stitching coming undone effortlessly. Your knickers, worn and slightly tattered, had not been replaced in some time, but you always made sure to keep them thoroughly clean. 

  Your head is turned back, and before you can react, those lips are on yours once more. Your heart races as you feel your knickers being tugged down your thighs, your legs pushed up, exposing your dripping cunt.

Your pussy quivers as a rough tongue swipes across the expanse of your slit. It has you grinding wantonly against its eager mouth shamefully. The Goblin seems to like the way you taste because it grabs your thighs and heaves them over its small shoulders, burying its face deeper into your cunt, lapping excessively and for a moment you're seeing stars.

You arch your back, offering yourself up to its insistent mouth, lost in a haze of bliss. It devours you with a fervor that leaves you breathless, each lick sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. At that moment, nothing else exists but the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by pure, unadulterated lust.

Your eyes flutter closed, and the relentless flick of its coarse tongue against your throbbing clit makes you pulse needly. The kiss stops momentarily and you take that time to breathe deeply, chest heaving as the other Goblins take their time suckling on your breast and eating you out. 

A wet sensation brushes against your lips, prompting you to extend your tongue and savor the warm, bittersweet taste. With a soft moan escaping your lips, you gaze upwards, feeling your cheeks flush at the sight of the Goblin's cock hovering above your mouth.

The girth is thick but it's not long, a good 4 inches at best. Slowly, it guides itself into your hot mouth, and you savor the intoxicating sweetness of its precum on your eager tastebuds. You obediently bob your head, your cheeks growing even hotter as the Goblin's hands entwine in your hair, dictating the rhythm at its own whims.

  A surge of electricity courses through your hips as your clit is slurped on harshly, your eagerness taking over as you gyrate your hips with increasing fervor against the skilled tongue, craving more of its enthralling touch. The sudden, forceful thrust of the other Goblin’s cock down your throat elicits a mixture of sensations, from a deep gag to an overwhelming sense of pleasure and your legs tremble uncontrollably, wrapping around the Goblin's head, as you cum with a soft, high-pitched moan.

With a hint of jealousy, the other one shoves the Goblin away and eagerly plunges his tongue into your throbbing core, chittering at the taste of you. You find yourself utterly vulnerable, incapable of reaching down to push his head away, cunt sensitive and pulsing.

  You suddenly heave as its cock hits the back of your throat, bittersweet thick, sticky cum shooting into your mouth. You gulp it down, the viscosity coating your tongue as you eagerly suck on the bulbous tip to get every last drop of it. The Goblin lets out a guttural moan before pulling away, collapsing onto the lush greenery.

 A gentle breeze caresses your sensitive nipples as the other mischievous Goblin frees them from its warm mouth, straddling your stomach and pressing your breasts together, sliding its cock in between the valley and thrusting. Your lips part, eagerly enveloping the swollen tip as it reaches your mouth.

The Goblin that had decided to eat you out first had maneuvered itself to your head. With a perverted gaze, it pleasures itself, mesmerized by the sight of its tribe member's pulsating cock disappearing into the velvety embrace of your breasts and then past your fleshy lips.

 You let out a squeal of surprise as a painful thickness pushes into you, tears immediately wetting your cheeks at the discomfort. You attempt to move your hips back, trying to get away from the intruding cock. The goblin grabbed the fat of your hips, anchoring itself. Its clumsy fingers dance over your clit, soothing the ache with each teasing stroke. Pushing in until its small balls rest against your plump ass.

  And as soon as it noticed your body relaxing, it began to thrust, its head thrown back in wicked laughter, before glancing downwards, captivated by the sight of its green cock disappearing inside you, marveling at how tight your pussy was gripping him. Oblivious to its actions, the Goblin intensified its circular caresses on your clit, overstimulating your bundle of nerves. You cried out, cunt spasming and quivering around its cock, you came once more– leaving a pearlescent ring of cream around the base of him.

The mischievous creature nestled between your breasts finally cums, tiny hips faltering as its seed trickles down your chin and breasts. Succumbing to temptation, you welcome the tip into your mouth, savoring every last drop of. Its taste was nothing short of addictive.

A thick warmth fills your cunt, coating your gummy walls in a sticky fluid. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you feel so full and sated. The weight of the two Goblins pressed against your skin, sends a shiver down your spine. Darkness creeps in, but you welcome it, too lost in the moment to care, and whatever they gave you hadn't worn off yet.

The moment your eyes fluttered open, a blanket of darkness surrounded you, the gentle chirping of crickets filling your ears and the icy touch of the night air jolting you awake. Sitting upright, you realized you were situated at the forest's edge, your cozy dwelling just a short distance away. 

Gradually adjusting to the lack of light, you discovered an array of food spread out before you, your hunger pangs intensifying as your stomach rumbled. Without hesitation, you indulged in the succulent berries, pondering whether it was all a mere dream. However, the lingering sensation of the cold breeze caressing your exposed nipples and the stickiness clinging to your thighs contradicted that notion. 

Gathering as much food as you could carry, you stood up and made a swift exit, calling out for your mother. You looked behind you, the feeling of being watched overwhelming. Tomorrow, you vowed to return and express your gratitude to those unseen eyes.

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 73: Strength

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You’re so, so weak. You can’t protect anyone. It’s no wonder Puppy and Kitty didn’t want to come with you. You fall apart over nothing and you get dragged around by a twelve year old and you’ve always been so fucking weak.

This is why you’re doing push-ups in the dark, still halfway in a nightmare, tears streaming down your face.

Really, you’re more insecure about emotional weakness, but… push ups are easier than working through emotional problems. You just want to feel stronger. Less weak. Capable.

“Liam?” When did Diya get here? “Are you okay?”

You stop doing push-ups and sit on the ground. “Yeah, yeah… I just- I want to be strong.”

“You’re already strong.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, then I want to be stronger.”

“Right now? At three in the morning?”

You sigh. “…had a nightmare.”

Diya sits on the floor next to you. Either of you could easily move to the couch, but you don’t.

“Me too. I was going to make myself some tea. Do you want some?”

“…yeah. That would be good.”

Diya doesn’t get up. “Exercise is a good coping skill. I think it’s great if you want to try other forms of exercise besides taking walks. I bet Barron could get you some equipment if you want. Not like big machines, but y’know. Weights. Other exercise things.”

“That might help.”

“Yeah! Just try not to overdo it.”

“I won’t. Overdo it, I mean.”

Diya gets up and helps you to your feet, and the two of you go to the kitchen. You sit at the table while Diya makes tea for the two of you.

“I really do think that you’re already strong. You survived everything Jane threw at you. And you’re always pushing yourself, trying to do things that scare you, and when you have panic attacks or flashbacks you always get back up and keep trying. What else could strength be?”

“I cried over losing a board game, like, three days ago.”

“You cried because you’re traumatized and got triggered. Does that make you weak? And even if it was just about losing, does crying make you weak?”

“…Yes? You cry if something hurts, and if you were strong, it wouldn’t hurt. Or you would be able to act like it didn’t hurt.”

“So being strong is just being someone who looks like they never get hurt?”

“…Yeah, basically. I mean- not for you. Not for any of you, all of the things you cry about are like- actual issues.”

“So… being strong is a matter of being hurt by the right things?”

You nod. “I feel like you’re ramping up to something, but yeah. Like, if someone cries over a paper cut, that’s weak, and if someone cries because got waterboarded or something, that’s fine. Not strong, but not weak either. And I’ve always been the kind of person who would cry over a paper cut, or math homework, or seeing a dead animal on the side of the road, long before Jane. I’ve always been weak. I just… didn’t used to care so much. It didn’t matter if I was strong if no one needed my protection, if there was nothing that I needed to be strong to do.”

Diya walks over to the table and sets a cup of peppermint tea in front of you. “What does protecting people have to do with being hurt by the right things?”

You feel like Diya’s trying to catch you in some sort of contradiction, but really, the answer is easy. “If I was strong protecting people wouldn’t hurt so bad, and I’d be able to do it. Able to take punishments for them and let more fingernails get ripped off so they can have water…” You grab your cup of tea and take a big drink. It burns your tongue, but that’s worth it if it keeps you in reality.

“Hmm… and how are push-ups going to get you there?”

“Maybe if I’m stronger physically I’ll be able to handle more pain, emotionally and physically. It feels like the two would be connected. I know that might not make a lot of sense.”

“No, it makes sense. Here’s where I’m at, though.” Diya blows on eir tea. “If being strong is just a matter of being hurt by the right things, why is it so important to be strong?”

“So that I can protect people. I just said that.”

“Right. But protecting people is more complex than taking pain for them. There are other ways to protect people, so why is pain tolerance so important?”

You sip your tea. “Sometimes it’s all you can do. Obviously it’s better to like, solve problems that lead to people needing protection, and prevent bad things from happening. But sometimes you can’t do that. Sometimes all you can do is lighten their load a bit. Take extra pain so they don’t have to.”

“So you need to be strong in case you encounter another situation where the only way to protect people is taking on pain.”

“Yes.” You go to sip your tea and find it’s all gone. What?

“I guess that’s reasonable enough. I feel confident that nothing like that will happen again, but I understand why you’d want to be prepared. You know you’re worth more than your ability to protect people, right?”

You blink. “Yeah… yeah. Of course I know that.”

Do you know that? It seems like the right answer, the one Diya wants. You’re not sure if you believe it. You feel kind of worthless right now.

Diya doesn’t seem to believe you either. “You’re nice, and funny, and resilient. You’re thoughtful and you work hard. But even without those things you’d have worth, because you’re you.”

Instead of answering, you get up and go rinse your mug in the sink. You don’t want to talk about this. It doesn’t matter, anyway. You don’t feel useless all the time. That’s enough for you.

“Can I ask you a favor, Liam?”

“Of course.” It’s hard to think of something you wouldn’t do for em if ey asked. After everything ey and the others have done for you, you’re eager to do whatever you can to make their lives easier.

“Can we do the whole ‘getting stronger’ thing together? Make a workout plan together and follow it, go on runs together, something like that.”

“…sure. Yeah, that could be fun.” It still surprises you, when Diya wants to spend time with you. Not because ey’s bored or has no one else to talk to, but because ey enjoys your company.

You didn’t used to be surprised that someone could enjoy your company.

“You’re really nice to talk to.” You tell Diya. “You could be a therapist or something." You’re trying to make it up to em that you yelled at em for sounding like a psychology textbook.

Diya laughs. “Nooo, I could not. I went to school to become a therapist for a while, remember? I stopped because I realized that I wouldn’t be able to like, have good boundaries with patients. I get too… invested. Better to use the things I’ve learned to help my friends. Thank you, though.” Diya yawns exaggeratedly. “I should probably get back to bed. Unless you want me to stay with you for a little longer.”

“Nah, I should go back to sleep too. Thanks for talking to me.”

“Thanks for talking to me! Well, goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

A half-baked joke about not being vulnerable to bedbugs because you don’t sleep in a bed comes to mind, but you decide not to share it. “You too.”

The rest of the night passes without any nightmares. Instead, you dream of warm tea and gentle voices.

~~

Kitty is drowning in darkness and silence. They don’t know where they are, they don’t know what’s real, they want out!

They are dragged to the present by gentle hands on their face, wiping away tears. They haven’t been given an IV this time, so they’re hopeful that this mean it’s over.

Their headphones get pulled off. Compared to the soundlessness of before, the basement seems to buzz.

“How are you doing, Kitty?”

They start, trying to remember what Jane likes to hear. “Thank you Master, I’m sorry Master, I’ll be good and compliant and everything, I learned my lesson, thank you for teaching me, I’ll be so good, I won’t be bad again, please Master?”

“That’s what you said last time.”

Kitty groans. “I mean it, I mean it, I’ll be good, I’ll be compliant, I’ll be a good Kitty, I’ll sit at your feet and do nothing but meow if that’s what you want, please, please, Master, please.”

“I thought you said you weren’t capable of it.”

“I am, I am, I was just scared and angry but I understand now, I can do it, I can be your pet, your good Kitty, please!”

“No, no. We keep trying the same things over and over, and it doesn’t work, does it? I want to take a new approach. Open your mouth. This will help.”

Kitty obeys. They feel something small and round placed in their mouth. A pill, probably.

“Swallow.”

Kitty does. It’s been a while since they had water, so their mouth is very dry, but they manage to choke it down.

“I’m going to unchain you and take you upstairs, but we’re going to keep the blindfold on until I’m sure you’re going to behave. How does that sound?”

“Whatever you think is best sounds wonderful, master.” They’ll get to go upstairs. They’ll get to feel carpet and hear Puppy walking around. That’s good enough.

Jane unchains them, puts their collar on, and leads them upstairs. They don’t like how much they have to follow her lead, being blindfolded, but they’ll handle it. They get to go upstairs. They’ll probably get something to eat and drink.

Once upstairs, Jane orders Kitty to kneel. They do, and they hear Jane walk away.

Compliant. They just need to be compliant. Mas- Jane said to kneel, so they will, even if it’s for hours and hours and hours. No matter now much it hurts. They cannot get the headphones put back on after all that. They won’t risk it.

Except… they’re having trouble keeping balance. This shouldn’t be hard, they’re just kneeling on the floor, but it feels like the whole world is spinning. They use their hands to steady themself, and still they struggle to stay still against the spinning, spinning, spinning. Did Jane put them in some sort of spinning contraption? They wouldn’t be able to see with the blindfold on, blindfold on, blindfold on, was it all a trick? Trick, tricky, trickshot…

Oh. The pill. How had they already forgotten? Why is the world spinning? Did their blindfold turn red?

They could tell this wasn’t going to be fun.

~~

You and Diya have settled on a routine of 10 push ups, 10 sit-ups, and a 5 minute run every morning. You feel like you could be doing a lot more, but Diya said it’s best to start slow, and start increasing when the current workout doesn’t leave you winded at all.

“Aren’t you supposed to get like, an hour of heart raising exercise a day?”

“Pssh, with out nightmares we’re getting heart raising exercise in our sleep!”

“That… doesn’t sound right.”

“You can do more if you want! But this is doable even if we’re feeling very unmotivated. That’s how all daily goals should be, I think.”

“…Fine.”

You do end up doing more. You go for another run after lunch and try to see how many push-ups you can do in one go (it’s 10). You get interrupted from doing more sit-ups by Ray asking you to help them with a puzzle.

You’re not strong yet, but you were never going to become strong in one day. You’ll get there. By the time Puppy and Kitty are ready to be saved, they’ll be like “wow Liam you’re so strong.”

Or maybe they’ll be ready to be saved tomorrow, and you’ll still be weak. You’d be okay with that too. You just want to see them again.

You fantasize about the rescue mission. You go to save Puppy and Kitty, and Jane attacks you, but you don’t collapse and cry, you keep fighting through the pain, and you save them, and you finally feel like you’ve made it up to them that you failed to protect them so many times.

It’s a silly, self-indulgent fantasy that you’d never share with anyone, but it repeats on a loop in your head. They’d be scared and not believe that they could get away, but you’d convince them. And they’d see how much happier you are, and how much stronger you are, and they’d know it’s possible to escape.

And Jane would hate it. Hate that her weak little Bunny was now so strong.

It will take a while, but soon you’ll be just as strong as Puppy and Kitty and Diya and Ray Barron. And then you’ll like yourself again, and you’ll win and Jane will lose.

You haven’t even noticed that your collar was gone all day. You haven’t flinched when someone said your name in days. You’re getting stronger every day.

~~

“Meow for me.”

“Meow.”

Kitty feels so, so heavy. It’s hard to think. Someone is touching them, stroking their face and their hair.

The worst part is that whatever she gave them does help. That they obey without thinking about it, and that it’s easier without thoughts getting in the way. That they can imagine being compliant if they were kept like this all the time.

They think she hand-fed them earlier. There was no humiliation, no desire to prove that they still have control. Just exhaustion and heaviness and hunger and instincts that have been drilled into them for a long, long time.

It’s easier to just follow orders than it is to think about whether or not they want to. It’s easier to let her touch them than to lean away or fight back. They’re so tired…

Kitty is strong. They’ve survived this long, after all. But every day tests their strength more and more, and they can feel themself getting weaker. They don’t know how much more of this they can take.

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