Yandere Ningning × Male Reader
TW : bondage, blood, gore, smut, non-con, begging, mention of k!lling, strap-on, painal, knife-play, Acrotomophilia (R! Here, got his legs amputated by Ningning, a little surprise at the end), mindbreak, drugging, forced-creampie, and blood-drinking, probably more...
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AGAIN, THIS IS FCKING MESSED UP, I WARNED YOU!
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Your eyes began to twitch, and your breath hitched. You've already lost a lot of blood after Ningning amputated your legs, and now she's using you...
Removing the gauze, she frees your limp cock from the thin fabric.
"You're so big, even though you're not hard yet..."
Her hands then rubbed your limp cock as you struggled on the table she pinned your thighs on.
"P—Please... Ning, stop..."
You cried, you were lay down, your hands tied.
She had touched you for an entire minute now, yet you haven't got hard.
"What the fuck is this?!"
She grabbed your cock, her grip made your cock turn red—it was bruising...
She lets go of your cock and left you, thought she was done with you, but no.
She brought a syringe full of orange liquid, her smile then reached her eyes, she looked at you like you were some kind of food who's ready to be eaten.
"A little of this wouldn't hurt... Well, I am gonna inject the whole thing."
She giggled as she proceeded to stab you with the syringe on your neck.
You felt the liquid surge through your veins.
Everything felt blurry and hot.
You started to sweat... you're sweating so much, to the point that it started dripping onto your fresh wounds.
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The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else; something foul and metallic.
You slowly regained consciousness, your mind foggy and disoriented.
The last thing you remembered was the blinding headlights, the screech of tires, and the shattering of glass... A car crash.
You had been in a car crash.
As your vision cleared, you saw her standing over you, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face.
The woman who had once claimed to love you but whose love had always felt more like a twisted obsession.
Her eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a chilling emptiness that sent shivers down your spine.
She cooed, her voice dripping with a false affection that made your skin crawl.
Her white teeth gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, but there was something wrong about her smile.
It was too wide, too eager, like a predator about to devour its prey.
You tried to move, to sit up, but your body felt heavy and unresponsive.
Panic surged through you as you realized you couldn't feel your legs.
They were there, but they were numb, as if they weren't even a part of you anymore.
"Ning! Where am I?! And w-why am I tied up?!"
You screamed, your voice bounced the cold walls.
The effort sent a wave of pain crashing through your body, and you gasped, tears stinging your eyes.
Ningning's smile didn't waver.
"Shh, shh, baby. It's okay. You're safe now,"
She murmured, her hands reaching out to touch you. You flinched away, repulsed by her touch.
"You fucking psycho, Ning! Let me go now!"
You spat, trying to wriggle away from her. But your body betrayed you, and all you could do was lie there, helpless and vulnerable.
Ningning's eyes flashed with anger, but her smile remained in place.
"You shouldn't talk like that, baby. Not after everything I've done for you,"
She chided, her voice taking on a dangerous edge.
You looked down, trying to lift your leg, but it was like trying to move... something dead.
You whispered, horror gripping your heart.
Ningning's smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot on your face.
"That's because they're not yours anymore, baby. They're mine. Just like the rest of you."
She whistled, grabbing a pair of legs that seemed to be yours.
You felt a wave of nausea as you saw your legs being pegged in a metal bar where she just held it like a trophy.
She had done something to you, something terrible and irreversible.
You could see it now, the faint scars and bruises on your legs, the unnatural way they were positioned.
You hissed, tears streaming down your face.
Ningning's laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating and harsh.
"I gave you everything... every fucking thing! Everything you asked, and you leave me because I'm 'creepy'?!"
You felt a fresh wave of pain as you tried to move, but it was no use. Your body was no longer your own.
"And then you look for another girlfriend to leech-on?! Some man you are."
The legs she held earlier fell.
The sound of metal and flesh hit the ground.
As she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a sickening lust, you knew that you were truly and utterly fucked.
She grabbed your face and started to kiss you.
Her tongue invaded you, and you struggled, but it was useless.
Your hands were tied, your legs, non-existent.
You groaned in her mouth as she smiled in delight as your tears found her lips.
She tasted your salty tears, and she began to get more aggressive.
Her hands started to move down to your neck, slowly enveloping them with her cold hands.
"I've missed you so much." She whispered, her voice laced with her repulsive obsession.
"Ning... s-stop, please..."
You cried, your mouth was salivating, and it wasn't even your saliva... it was hers.
"You know, I was thinking about getting back to you, but..." She paused, her hands shifted down to your bare chest.
Her warmth on her hands was nowhere to be found. Her hands felt like a cold wind slapping you.
"After that break-up, you kind of blocked me, like..." She took a quick whiff on your neck as her smile slowly appears.
"You even told my friends how crazy I am..."
"Giselle told me, 'Is it true, Ning? That you force him to wear those gps trackers?'." Then her nails started to sink in your skin.
"N-Ning!" You squirm, you tried to shake her off, but she holds onto you, firmly.
Then her teeth sank on your neck.
Bites with barely any pressure at first—wet, lingering kisses that left glistening marks across your skin.
The cold air kissed those damp spots, sending involuntary shivers racing down your spine.
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Then, without warning, Ningning sank her teeth in harder. The sharp burst of pain made your whole body jerk violently.
Her empty hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your protest.
"Shh… You taste so fucking good," she whispered, her voice thick with hunger.
Her eyes dragged up and down your helpless form like a predator savoring its prey.
Bruises and fresh bite marks bloomed across your neck, throbbing in time with your racing pulse.
Yet even that pain paled in comparison to the constant, phantom agony screaming from your amputated thigh.
"NING! AGH—WAIT, IT HURTS!" you screamed against her palm.
She only giggled, a soft, delighted sound that made your blood run colder. Warmth trickled down your neck where her teeth had broken skin. Blood. Your blood.
She cupped your face with both hands and yanked your head toward her. Sweat slicked her forehead.
Her lips and chin were smeared crimson—your crimson.
"Mmm… Fucking delicious," she sighed dreamily before crashing her mouth onto yours.
Her tongue invaded without mercy, forcing you to taste the metallic tang of your own blood.
It was revolting, foreign, and sickeningly intimate.
She pulled back just enough to glance downward, scowling.
"You’re not even hard yet?" Her hips rolled deliberately against your crotch, grinding with clear frustration.
Her hand pressed firmly over your limp cock. "N-Ning… stop, I'm bleeding, ple—ngghh!"
Your thigh stumps had reopened, bleeding heavily from the strain, but she ignored it completely.
With impatient fingers, she tore away the gauze that had been binding your cock, letting the heavy length flop free.
"Shit… You’re still so big even when soft," she murmured, biting her lower lip.
Her fingers traced the sensitive head with deceptive gentleness.
"Maybe if I can’t get you hard like this… something else will."
She slipped away for a moment and returned holding a small box.
The faint clink of glass vials sounded from inside, and resting on top was a large syringe, its barrel already filled to the absolute brim with a cloudy, potent-looking liquid.
“N-Ning… what are you doing?” you gulped, voice hoarse with rising dread as she set the box beside your head.
Ningning’s eyes gleamed with manic excitement.
She didn’t bother measuring or diluting.
She simply drew every last drop from the vial into the syringe until it was dangerously full, far beyond any safe dosage.
"This is going to make you feel so good, baby," she cooed, tapping the syringe to clear the air bubbles.
"Even if you don’t want to… your body won’t have a choice."
You tried to twist away, but with no legs left and your arms still restrained from earlier, there was nowhere to go.
She straddled your waist, pinning you down with surprising strength.
Her free hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head to the side to expose your neck—right beside the bleeding bite marks.
The needle pierced your skin without hesitation.
A sharp sting bloomed into a deep, burning ache as she slammed the plunger down, flooding your bloodstream with the entire syringe of powerful aphrodisiac in one brutal injection.
"There we go…" she whispered hotly against your ear, twisting the needle slightly for emphasis before pulling it free.
"All of it. Every last drop."
You struggled, the restrain on your wrist began to get tighter as each struggle, you unknowingly tigthen them.
At first—nothing. Then the heat hit like wildfire.
"Aagh! Shit! F-Fuck! P-Please... It burns!"
Your heart hammered violently against your ribs as the drug tore through your system.
Sweat broke out across your chest. Your skin flushed crimson.
A violent, and an uncontrollable throb pulsed through your groin despite the pain still radiating from your stump.
Your cock twitched, then swelled rapidly—growing thicker, harder, and painfully erect within seconds, veins standing out prominently along the shaft.
Ningning watched with rapt fascination, licking the blood from her lips.
"Look at that… already leaking for me." Her fingers wrapped around your newly hardened length, stroking slowly as pre-cum dripped down her hand.
"I knew you’d get nice and desperate. Even if you try to fight it… your cock knows who it belongs to."
She leaned down, pressing a bloody kiss to your collarbone as the aphrodisiac continued to ravage your body—heightening every sensation, turning pain into twisted pleasure, and making your amputated stumps throb in time with your frantic heartbeat.
"This is mine now," she murmured sweetly, positioning herself above your aching cock.
"And I’m going to fuck this until your stupid man-brain begs me to continue fucking your worthless cock."
"Ahh! F-Fuck, N-Ning, I don’t… want this! Please!" Your voice cracked desperately, trembling with raw terror as her tight, soaked pussy continued to milk your throbbing cock even in the brief moments she stilled.
The powerful drug turned every involuntary clench of her inner walls into agonizing ecstasy, forcing unwanted waves of pleasure through this shattered body of yours.
"That’s not the answer I’m looking for," She replied coldly, her eyes narrowing with pure contempt. Without mercy, she slammed her hips down—hard, burying your entire length inside her in one vicious thrust.
"AGHH! Y-Yes… your pussy is b-better… please, Ning! I’m begging you!" you cried out, hot tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as fresh agony detonated through your bleeding thigh stumps.
The blood was everywhere now—warm, sticky, and spreading rapidly beneath you in a horrifying, glistening puddle that reeked of copper and shame.
Ningning’s lips curled into a cruel, satisfied smirk.
"Good boy." She began riding you with brutal thoroughness, her hips rolling and slamming down repeatedly.
The wet, obscene sounds of her slick pussy devouring your cock mixed with the sickening squelch of your blood shifting under your stumps with every punishing drop.
Each impact sent sharp, burning agony shooting through the remnants of your thighs, the relentless phantom pain in your missing legs howling louder amid the chaos.
She fucked you like she hated you—primal, lustful, and vicious.
Her nails raked down your chest, carving angry red lines as she leaned forward, her blood-stained mouth hovering near your ear, her hot breath ragged against your skin.
"You blocked me," she growled between heavy breaths, grinding her swollen clit harshly against your base while your cock remained buried deep inside her velvet heat.
"In every single platform. Instagram, Twitter, even fucking Discord. Like I was some kind of disease you needed to erase."
She slammed down harder, making your stumps throb violently as fresh blood pulsed faster from the torn wounds. You screamed in raw terror and pain, your voice hoarse and fracturing.
"And then you spread all my shit to my friends? Told them I was crazy? Possessive? That I was the damn problem!?" Her voice cracked with jealous rage, eyes blazing.
"You made me look like a fucking psycho while you ran off with a new bitch. I could’ve fixed it, you know. If you had just opened up instead of ghosting me like a coward… I would’ve fixed everything. I would’ve been better for you."
Her pace grew even more punishing, riding your bleeding, drugged body with feral intensity.
Sweat dripped from her forehead onto your chest, mixing with the metallic scent of your blood that now filled the air thickly.
The slick heat of her pussy gripped you relentlessly, squeezing and rippling around your hypersensitive length.
"But it’s too late now. What’s done is done. You threw me away. So now I get to keep you like this—legless, helpless, bleeding all over my bed while your cock stays pathetically hard for me."
Terror gripped you completely.
Your body shook uncontrollably beneath her as you broke down into desperate, frightened sobs.
"Ning… please! I’m scared… it hurts so much! I’m bleeding everywhere—please stop! I’ll do anything! Anything you want! Just… just please end this! I can’t take it anymore! I’m begging you, Ning! Let me go… I’ll never leave you again, I swear! Just stop, please! I’m so fucking scared!"
"Shut the fuck up," she snapped, slapping your face hard before grabbing your jaw with bruising force.
She forced you to look directly into her wild eyes while she kept fucking you relentlessly, her hips slamming down with cruel, wet force.
"You don’t get to beg. Not after what you did to me. Feel that?" She clenched her pussy around you tightly, milking your cock as more thick blood oozed from your ruined stumps, soaking the sheets further.
"That’s your punishment. I want you, humiliated. I want you to remember how you left me broken… while I fuck you until you’re nothing but a bleeding, leaking mess who cums for his psychotic ex, that's what you want right?" Her mouth close to your ears, you can feel the anger and jealousy in the way she leaned and have her lips so close to you…
"You like proving yourself right, right?! Now, you got yourself a true psychotic ex, just how you fucking like it." Her hips deepens your length inside her, making you probe her cervix roughly.
The discomfort was unbearable.
Your stumps burned and throbbed wetly with every brutal bounce, the constant warm flow of blood making you feel dizzy, lightheaded, and disgustingly weak.
The aphrodisiac kept your cock painfully swollen and hypersensitive, forcing humiliating waves of pleasure that clashed violently with the searing torment, deepening your shame and fear.
You felt completely pathetic—reduced to a crying, bleeding, broken toy for her revenge, terrified that this nightmare would never end.
Ningning’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she rode you faster, chasing her own release while watching you suffer. "That’s it… bleed for me, slut."
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You were slowly losing your grip on consciousness.
The bleeding from your thigh stumps wasn’t violently gushing, but the steady trickle was enough to make you feel yourself slipping away—lightheaded, cold, and growing weaker with every passing second.
The warm, sticky pool beneath you had grown larger, soaking into the mattress and clinging to your skin like a deathly embrace.
“Hey, no fucking sleeping.” Ningning’s sharp slap cracked across your face, jolting you back to painful awareness. Your eyes fluttered open, wide with terror.
“N-Ning… I’m losing… too much blood… help…”
Each word was a laboured struggle, your voice thin and trembling. Every brutal thrust she delivered made your ruined stumps throb and seep fresh blood, worsening the slow drain on your life.
“Like I fucking care,” she hissed, her hips slamming down onto your cock with even more savage force.
Her soaked pussy clenched around you greedily, milking your drugged length without mercy. “I hope you die getting fucked by me.”
Her words hit like ice water straight to your heart.
Your pulse skyrocketed in pure panic, terror flooding every inch of your fading body.
She genuinely didn’t care if you bled out right here, impaled on her cunt. This wasn’t just revenge anymore—it was something far darker.
She wanted you broken, used, and possibly gone forever.
“No… no, please!” you cried out frantically, sheer survival instinct kicking in.
You tried desperately to twist and buck her off, your remaining strength pouring into useless struggles.
Your arms pulled weakly against their restraints, your torso jerking beneath her, but it was all futile.
With both legs amputated and your body drained of blood, you were nothing more than a helpless, bleeding fucktoy pinned beneath her.
Ningning laughed—a low, cruel, almost unhinged sound—as she grabbed your throat with one hand and squeezed just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
She leaned down close, her sweat-slicked face hovering inches from yours, eyes burning with primal hatred and twisted lust.
“You think you can get away? After everything you did to me?” She ground her hips in slow, deep circles, forcing your hypersensitive cock to rub against every inch of her dripping walls.
“I don’t give a fuck if you die tonight. In fact… it might be better this way. You’ll never leave me again. You’ll never block me. Never replace me with another whore. You’ll just bleed out while your cock stays hard inside me… like the pathetic, disloyal ex you are.”
The fear was suffocating now. Your breaths came in short, panicked gasps.
The room spun slightly as more blood leaked steadily from your stumps, the metallic scent thick in the air.
The aphrodisiac still raged through your veins, keeping your cock painfully swollen and throbbing with unwanted pleasure even as death whispered closer.
Every slam of her hips sent fresh waves of burning pain through your thighs while forcing humiliating spikes of ecstasy through your groin.
You were terrified—truly, deeply terrified—that this was the end.
That she would ride you until your heart gave out, until the last drop of blood and cum left your body, all while she chased her own twisted orgasm.
"Please… Ning… I’ll do anything… I’m begging you… don’t let me die like this…" Your voice was barely a whisper now, broken and hoarse, tears mixing with the sweat on your face.
But Ningning only smiled darkly, picking up her brutal rhythm again, fucking you harder as if your fear and fading life only made her wetter.
"That’s right… keep begging while you bleed for me, slut."
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You were fading fast, vision blurring at the edges as the steady trickle of blood continued to drain from your ruined thigh stumps.
The metallic scent hung heavy in the air, mixing with sweat and sex.
Ningning suddenly slowed her brutal riding, her hips stilling as she glanced down between your bodies.
A flicker of irritation crossed her face—not out of mercy, but pure possession.
"Tch… You’re not dying yet," she muttered coldly. She lifted herself off your still-hard cock with a wet pop, your length slapping heavily against your stomach, glistening with her juices.
In a swift, almost clinical motion, she grabbed fresh gauze and bandages from the side table.
She pressed the thick pads firmly against both bleeding stumps, wrapping them tight and fast with practised efficiency.
The pressure stung sharply, forcing a weak whimper from your throat, but the bleeding slowed to a faint seep.
"There. That should hold for now," she said flatly, giving the bandages one last harsh tug.
Before you could even catch your breath, Ningning climbed off the bed and returned with a thick, black strap-on harness already secured around her hips.
The massive, veined silicone dildo jutted out aggressively—far too thick and long.
Your eyes widened in pure horror.
"Wait, N-Ning… no… please… not that…" you whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with terror.
"I’m too weak… I’m still bleeding… please, I’ll do anything… I promise!"
She ignored your desperate pleas. With frightening strength, she gripped your waist firmly with both hands and yanked your body into position.
Her fingers then shifted, digging painfully into the soft, sensitive flesh of your upper thighs—right where they ended just above the freshly bandaged stumps.
The pressure made the wounds throb violently beneath the gauze as she forced your legs apart and upward.
You screamed as she pressed the blunt, oversized head of the strap-on against your tight, unprepared hole.
"Ning! Please! It’s going to tear me— AGHHH!"
She thrust forward without mercy, forcing the thick dildo deep into your ass in one brutal, unrelenting push.
The stretch was excruciating, tearing a raw, broken cry from your throat as your body tried uselessly to resist the massive intrusion.
Every thick inch felt like fire splitting you open, while her strong grip on your upper thighs sent fresh jolts of searing pain through your bandaged stumps.
“Fucking hell… take it all,” Ningning growled, her voice thick with primal lust and vengeful satisfaction.
She held your waist tightly again before shifting her hands back to your upper thighs, using the tender flesh just above your stumps as leverage.
She began fucking your ass with deep, punishing strokes—pulling you onto the massive strap-on with every thrust, her hips slamming forward relentlessly.
The wet squelch of the dildo stretching your insides mixed with the faint sound of blood slowly soaking through the fresh bandages once more.
Each brutal thrust made her fingers dig harder into your upper thighs, reopening the wounds further and sending waves of burning agony through what remained of your legs.
You sobbed uncontrollably, body shaking in terror and overwhelming pain.
“Please… Ning… it hurts so much! I can’t take it… I’m so scared… don't kill me like this… please stop! I’ll do anything! Just pull it out—ahh fuck—please! I’m begging you!”
But she only tightened her grip on your waist and upper thighs, fingers pressing cruelly into the sensitive skin right above your bleeding stumps, and drove the strap-on even deeper and faster.
She dragged the big head of the dildo on your prostate, probing it, as it instantly made your entire body uncontrollably shake as you came untouched on your stomach.
Some even reach on to your blood-stained mouth, and you tasted your humiliating release as she slowly drags her length slowly, pulling out as she holds your soft waist.
Her eyes burned with dark pleasure as she watched you break completely beneath her.
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There was nothing left of you.
No arms. No legs. Just a pathetic, limbless torso lying helplessly on Ningning’s bed—four smooth, healed stumps all that remained of the man you once were.
The drugs, the pain, and the endless violations had hollowed you out until only a broken, leaking whore remained.
Ningning rode your cock with slow, deep, possessive rolls of her hips.
Her tight, dripping pussy swallowed every thick inch of your overstimulated length while her hands gripped your sensitive shoulder stumps like they belonged to her.
The constant aphrodisiacs kept you painfully hard, throbbing desperately inside her even as despair swallowed what was left of your mind.
"Ahh… Ning… please…" you whimpered, voice frail and trembling.
"It’s too much… I can’t… slow down…"
You don't beg her to stop anymore... you only beg her to slow down, you were already gone at that point.
Her smile turned dark and sinister as she leaned in close.
Without breaking rhythm, she reached under the pillow and brought out a sleek, sharp knife. The cold blade pressed lightly against your throat, the edge kissing your skin as she continued riding you.
"Slow down?" she whispered, her voice a twisted mix of affection and cruelty.
"Why would I? You’re mine now… my sweet, limbless little toy. I loved you so much that I took everything from you — your arms, your legs, your freedom — just so you could never leave me again." She rolled her hips deeper, grinding her clit against your base while the knife stayed dangerously steady against your pulsing throat.
"If I ever get bored of you…" she murmured softly, almost lovingly, "I might just press this knife a little deeper while you’re cumming inside me. Feel you twitch and bleed out as my perfect ex finally gives me everything. Wouldn’t that be romantic? Dying with your cock still buried in the pussy you betrayed?"
Terror flooded your broken mind. You believed her completely.
The overstimulation shattered you.
"Nnghh—ahh! Ning—p-please—haaa! D-don’t kill me—ahhn! Mmmph—too much—guuhh! I-I’ll be good—ahhh! S-slow down—nghhhaaa—please don’t kill me—fuuu—cumming—haaaahhh!"
Thick ropes of cum erupted violently from your cock, flooding deep into her pussy as your limbless body convulsed helplessly beneath her.
Your healed stumps jerked and twitched pathetically.
Tears streamed down your face while broken, desperate sounds spilled from your lips.
"Guhhh—ahhn! Nooo—p-pleeease… don’t kill—haaa… meee… I-I’ll be your whore forever—mmmnnngh! Slow—ahh! Please slow—nghhhaaa—don’t get bored of me—guhhh… too deep—c-can’t—ahhnngg!"
Your mushy brain could only produce pathetic, slutty gibberish as you came hard, still begging for your life between moans.
"P-pleee… Ning—haaa… n-not kill—ahhn! I love—guuhh… your pussy—mmph—slow down—fuuuuck—ahhhh! I’ll do—anything—don’t—end me—ngghhaaa! Please… love you… don’t… knife…"
Ningning’s eyes softened with a sick kind of tenderness even as she kept riding you through your shattering orgasm, milking every drop from your twitching cock.
The knife stayed pressed against your throat—a cold, constant reminder.
"Shhh… my good boy," she whispered gently, almost sweetly, while still fucking you.
"I won’t kill you today… as long as you keep crying and cumming so beautifully for me. My precious, broken slut. And I actually, really, really love you like this."
She leaned down and kissed your tear-stained cheek, the blade never leaving your skin, as your mind drowned in a bitter haze of overwhelming pleasure, fear, and twisted dependency.
This was your forever now—a limbless whore, loved and threatened in equal measure, never knowing if each orgasm would be your last.
"I've taken all of my chances, and right now... I'll keep on taking them, whether you like it or not."
