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im sorry i said that i wanted to replace your tendons and muscles with thin spectral cords of myself so i could draw you up and pull you around like my puppet. in retrospect that was kind of a weird thing to say and most people don’t wanna get possessed or whatever. could i instead coil myself around you like snakes and move you how i want with more brute force? is that more normal
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Ok when is somebody gonna spread me out and gut me like that deer though
Imagine someone puts a spreader bar on u and u think they're gonna jump straight into sex shit and then they explain to you that it's to cool you down before they gut you and drain your body
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 — ruin him or even break him, and yet still his thoughts will be solely devoted to you . .
nsfw / sixteen + / gender neutral reader / yandere content / oc x reader / knife play (reader cuts into his skin, he enjoys it) / blood play / submissive yandere / dominant reader / slight bondage / worshipping(?) / dacryphilia / marking (reader carves their name into him) / begging (he's really noisey tbh)
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . .
a/n: gotta finish the character info's before these fics guys . . anyways meet Elliot Bourne . .
The blade dipped into Elliot's skin, cutting the soft flesh, leaving a scar in it's wake, blood dripping from his torso, while his screams were muffled by the rag in his mouth. Drool escaping the corners of his mouth, while tears escaped his reddened eyes as you carved into his soft supple flesh.
Muffled whimpers for more, while his body rejected your touch, squirming at the feeling of your nails digging into his thigh, holding him still. He struggled against the binds, that trapped his hands—bruises forming from the rough feeling of the ropes that held him down—wanting nothing more than to touch your radiance in front of him, to feel the divine being in front of him doing whatever they desired to his worthless being.
His mind was rotten, filled with only thoughts of you, your touch, the filth that escaped you mouth—the way the knife felt on his skin—the way your nails dug deep enough to draw blood, leaving beautiful scars for him to cherish and preserve.
His throat felt raw, all the moisture dried as his body involuntarily buckled towards you, his eyes rolling back as he felt your fingers glide over the newly carved piece of art you've left on his skin—he grew more and more light headed as the blood escaped the fresh wound.
The rag fell from his mouth, tears escaping his eyes as he starred at you half lidded, he choked out plethora of i'm sorry's and thank you's—he wasn't exactly sure what he was sorry for—yet he knew he had to please you somehow, after you gave him this delightful gift.
He felt his stomach churn, a delightful feeling, as he watched you lick the blood off from your fingers, an involuntary moan escaped his mouth—he wanted to turn away—yet he couldn't, you were just so perfect, pristine, superior . .
He watched you smile, leaning down into the crook of his neck, before you sank your teeth into him—the pain was delightful—he sucked in his breath, his head leaning back, feeling even more light headed than before, he'd be fine with dying right now . . at your hands.
Elliot blinks slowly, finally waking up . . his body was sore, aching all over . . he was still in the place where you had last left him—untied thankfully—he leaned back, sighing, trying to muscle up some strength before he got up—he looked down at the wound on his torso, your name carved deeply into his skin, claiming him whole . . and despite his weak state, he couldn't help but giggle, blushing as he traced the wound with his fingers.
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If I don't get held down and pounded by a gross pervy stalker while she growls in my ear how good I take it despite me babbling that I don't want it with tears streaming down my face, I'll die
Getting blackmailed afterwards, with the threat that every video of me cumming pathetically on cock will end up online if I don't obey every word and worship my stalker Owner
I need someone who is addicted to me. Someone who can’t get off unless they’re thinking about me. Nothing else gets them hard like how the mere thought of me does. They wish they could have me every second of every day but can’t. So they settle for jerking off to pictures of me or thinking about me. Or sending me filthy texts/audio messages about all the things they want to do to me.
When they finally get their hands on me, they can’t help but lose control. Overwhelmed with their desire for me, they can’t choose one area to fixate on so their greedy hands roam over my whole body. Making sure not a single area of skin is untouched. They kiss all over in a similar fashion while murmuring about how much they missed me even though the last time they had me wasn’t even that long ago.
After that they use their tongue to make me cum over and over and over again. They love tasting me and feeling how my body trembles against them. They love that it’s their tongue that brings me to a place of such ecstasy. They’d be so hard as they did it, grinding on the mattress and moaning into me. Even though it doesn’t give them direct pleasure, they get off from making me feel good. When they finally slide into me they groan and bury their face in my neck while sucking marks into my skin. They tell me how fucking good I feel and that they can’t pull out, making a pretty little sloppy mess out of my boycunt.
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