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mean femme lesbian of your dreams

beware i write dark romance and disturbing content. submit your most disturbing fantasy.

Kidnapper!Ellie’s good girl.

That’s what you are.

Whatever she tells you to do, you do it no matter how much it hurts.

Because at the end of the day you want Ellie to be happy. Satisfied. Pleasured. Even if that means going to bed with an aching body, sore puffy holes that are still gaping from hours of free use. You don’t care. You love Ellie.

Whatever Ellie wants, you’ll do it.

If she asks you to ride her strap, you’ll do it until you can no longer physically support your own weight to bounce yourself up and down on the strap.

If she asks you to take a pill so she can take advantage of your inebriated state, you’ll do it even if things get hazy and you don’t remember the reason for the ache between your thighs.

Ellie knows best. You listen to Ellie because she’s all you have now. The only human contact you can get.

It’s her fault. She should’ve been careful.

But now she’s tied to the same pole she had once tied you to. The cold air of the basement doesn’t help, it only pebbles her nipples and leaves her helplessly aroused. Her legs are tired from the constant tension every time she moves and tries to wriggle out of the binds. But for a victim, you’re very strong and good at tying ropes apparently.

Your body has already been violated which is why holding a confident stance is hard but you’re seething, you need revenge. You need revenge so intensely you want to bloody her up but you hold back. Your bloodlust can be sourced into something tamer… something vile. Something cruel.

Like what Ellie did to you.

You start with the big, monstrous strap. Your hips work almost like a machine, you’re detached as you stare at her with intense hatred and lust. Her eyes are watering already, she’s not new to the stretch, she’s done some embarrassingly perverse things to herself which is why her pussy stretches around the toy gleefully and accepts it.

“You’re such a slut.” You spit on her abdomen. She doesn’t fight it. She doesn’t deny it.

She’s in heaven.

The humiliating part isn’t how her pussy gladly accepts all the torture. It’s how her body betrays her pained expression, and her juices spurt out in a small, pathetic gush. She’s mortified.

It only turns you on more. You’re starting to see why she kidnapped you in the first place.

a good time to introduce myself

Hi, I’m Lucy/Luces, a horror writer who’s recently started liking writing horror-romance themes where people do have feelings and aren’t doing things because they’re simply insane. My goal is to create disturbing fanfiction that makes you question lines of morality and derails the psych of characters while still maintaining their humane traits.

tw: noncon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gagging, morally grey, darkfic, dark romance

Just think about my kidnapper!Ellie Williams fanfiction—the main gist of the storyline is that Ellie kidnapped you after a long while of stalking you. You know her, you know who she is. In fact, you used to have feelings for her. You still have feelings for her, except those feelings constantly conflict with your hatred towards her, which almost feels artificial because you don’t want to hate her, but you’re making yourself hate her because she’s your kidnapper, you’re supposed to hate her.

You are very much aware of what Stockholm Syndrome is. You don’t want to have Stockholm Syndrome. You don’t want to get feelings for her.

But you already liked her from the start, and now she’s fucking you— which while she thinks you don’t consent to it, you are secretly enjoying this, and you secretly hope for more and more.