Touching yourself every single night? That’s not normal puppy. I trained you to be a needy little pup, didn’t I? Who’s my dumb puppy? Who’s my trained whore? You are! Yes you are! So pathetic, look at you: tongue out, eyes crossed, drooling up at me.
You must just be a slut, a stupid mutt who wants to slobber on my cock. Is that what you want puppy?
Or do you want relief after writhing on your back, humping the air like a needy, stupid whore—night after night wishing was my cock pounding into your tight hole?
Awww you look so stupid with your tongue out for me, panting. You’re such a dumb puppy! Yes you are! Such a good dumb little puppy!
we go out together. you're wearing a suit and i'm in a pretty little dress. we go shopping and you buy me things and i say thank you, all sweet. i call you into the changing room for your opinion on the outfit i'm trying, and let you kneel for me and tell me how hard it is for you to act like this while i stroke your cheek. i unbutton your shirt so i can look at the lingerie i dressed you in this morning. i give you a little hickey on your chest and press the bruise throughout the day to keep you grounded. we go out to dinner and the waitress talks to you, not me. you order for us while my foot slides up your leg. you stutter over your words. you want so badly for me to take over. i take my time over dinner and have you signal the waitress for the bill. i let you bury your head between my thighs when we get home and tell you how perfect you are.
Uh I WANNA INTERACTION WITH YOUR SURVIVOR YAYAYAY my ocs Trippy!!! Their a survivor! They're super smiley and stuff they seem very hyper to the point they seem fake so if you want you can make your oc notice how Trippy was being to another survivor!!! Idc!
A spreadsheet and a put together drawing uh Trippy is he/them idk if that's needed but YEAH! HAVE FUN
they are very silly. I hope i drew them well enough
CW/TW: Toxic relationship (frienship), torture, anticipation, non-con touch, threats towards loved ones, prey, nicknames, semi-dysfunctional systems (DID/OSDD). talk that could sound NSFW-whump but it won't go there
Word count: 1'891 (give or take)
Dark was fuming. And now she was on the way to the body’s father for dinner. That would not make it better. She hit up the chat from/with the Tempest system and started typing. In her anger she asked if anyone would be interested in torturing their host. She walked the short way between the two houses in the darkness only illuminated by lampposts partially covered by big trees. It was a cold and beautiful night and she knew her way around the village by heart. Her phone vibrated and she held it up to see an answer. Somebody was indeed interested. Honestly not really a miracle. Lilith, the alter called herself. Dark engaged in the conversation a bit before she had to go offline for the dinner. It was horrible as could be expected but fortunately helped her get her anger and annoyance out of her system. Somehow. When she walked back she texted the other system back that their problem had been solved and no torture was necessary. But next time she looked on the screen she saw that Lilith didn’t want to take “No” for an answer “after they had already asked”.
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The next few days Dark and Jayna both tried to stop the torture from happening. Mainly Dark, she made this mess now she had to make sure it at the very least went as safely as possible. Persecutor still also meant protector. She talked to Lilith and her befriended alters. Tried to bargain her way to safety. And even though she wouldn’t even be the victim she felt scared. She felt the degrading attitude Lilith and her associates gave off. Even to one who was technically one of them. In a way. It was a hard battle but eventually between bribery and pleading she got Lilith to agree to their terms. No death. Wounds you could hide. No sexual harassment or assault. The last one had been the hardest to get her to agree to. They set the date for the end of this week. But when it was supposed to be time something suddenly came up and the other system didn’t have time anymore. So they rescheduled. But at the next closest date also didn’t work. Until finally they found a date and managed to stick to it. Dark mainly wasn’t at the front during that time unless for negotiations.
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Jayna looked at the messages with a mix of desperation and frustration. She also had to negotiate with them a bit and it was terrifying. Mostly she tried to talk to other alters and find out details like that. But to also re-instate the rules she had to talk to Lilith once directly. Well over a voice chat. It was stressful at best. She found herself not being able to forget it and focus on anything else. The anticipation growing worse and worse every single day. So she was nearly longing for the evening it was going to happen. That is until it had to be rescheduled. Part of her was very relieved the other part was just in agony. Time passed with school and trying to prepare. She tried to educate herself as well as possible about this specific session but the anticipation wore her defences thinner and thinner. The day it was going to happen her nerves were practically non-existent. She had asked Bloom to front to allow herself and hopefully the body a break.
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Bloom didn’t mind helping her even though she was freaked out by the situation. It did work to give Jayna a break she supposed but definitely not the body. As the hours went by it got worse and worse. She tried to distract herself by watching episodes from her source and playing games but her attention span spoke for itself. The body had started to shake at some point. A faint headache was also making itself known and her stomach was in knots. They had not been able to eat anything so far and neither drink anything. Yet Bloom without counting was sure they’ve had to go to the restroom already at least 50 times. It was definitely stress. She made a Whats Apps audio to a friend, trying to talk about a series they were both watching but the stutter they obtained only got worse and worse until coherent sentences were basically impossible. And even now Lilith was drawing it out. When they finally got the green light they took the next best bus and went over.
They didn’t even think of not going, but even if, it would just happen another time unexpectedly.
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Jayna came co-conscious with Bloom during the travel and brought a wave of calm into the body. But before they walked to the house she asked Dark to do the beginning part. Dark agreed.
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Her hands weren‘t shaking as she typed in the message that they were now at the front door. Her mind wasn‘t racing like crazy like it had all day. Like it had for two weeks now. She had been tasked with experiencing the beginning, the prep work if you will. A mixture between excitement and reasonable anxiety filled her whole being. She knew that her headmates, Bloom and Jayna had been a wreck the whole day. Too nervous to stay still, to nervous and eventually nauseous to eat. And the closer it had gotten, the worse they had started to stutter. But Dark wasn‘t scared per say. She talked about this. The rules were clear even if she has had (? Gosh I hate tenses) to bargain about nearly each and everyone of them. And there were really only three. No murder, they needed to be able to hide it and no sexual harassment or assault. The last one had been the one she has had to bargain about the most. Walking a thin line between pleading and bribery. A confusing line. But now all was set. She just had to greet Lilith and get startet. The rest would be up to Jayna to experience. Not her. Then the door opened and Lilith invited her in.
„Just give me a second and I‘ll be right done.“, Lilith said cheerfully.
„Of course.“, Dark forced herself to say. Okay truthfully the body might be a little bit very nervous and Lilith was scary. To her too. But she could handle it. Obviously. She watched Lilith clean up the kitchen in which she to her knowledge had been making brownies prior to their arrival. That was actually why it was now so late even though they would have had the whole day.
„Alright. Shall we go upstairs?“, Lilith asked, now standing next to her in front of the dog door.
„Yeah I‘d say so.“, Dark agreed awkwardly and they walked up the stairs to their bedroom.
Once there they continued the awkward small talk for a little while before Lilith again took the initiative and put a stop to the conversation. She got up from the bed and returned with the ropes she weaved(?) specifically for this. „Alright. I need to tie you up.“
„Yeah, I know.“
„You gotta lay down.“
So she did, laying down on her back legs in an angle and stuck together. She know that wasn‘t the plan but she just couldn‘t get herself to move them apart. (Fully clothed or not).
„I only need one leg.“
„Right.“ But she couldn‘t move the leg. Lilith got annoyed and forcefully separated them before starting to tie her knots around it. Dark was starting to feel more and more at unease.
After a little while though Lilith decided that this knot wasn‘t going to work and blessedly just settled for tying both legs and arms together and then tying both of these knots together over the length of their back after she had rolled onto her stomach. Now she felt utterly exposed and vulnerable but she would be fine. This was going to be fun. „We need to fronting trigger her. And I‘m gonna search for her because I assume she‘s hiding somewhere in the shadows of the inner world. (548 words).
„Okay how can we do that?“, Lilith inquired.
„I‘d say play some Harry Potter music, that usually works. I’m gonna go search for her.“
Lilith did as Dark suggested and then waited next to the seemingly unconscious body in the gaming chair.
„Ugh, this is taking too long I‘m gonna ask Erebos for help, hang on a second.“, Dark informed before resuming communications with her headmates. It was silent for a few more minutes before Dark began to speak again. „Got her. „Alright, I will go now.“
Lilith didn‘t comment anything just straightened up in the chair and reached for the remote to turn the lights off. She could shortly after make out that the body in front of her that had before lay so relaxed and calm started to tense up. So she took a step back into the subconscious and let another alter front. Lucifer. He had always been planned to do the actual torturing, only that they didn‘t tell anyone that. Then she took her leave as soon as possible since honestly nobody wanted to be near Lucifer when he tortures people.
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Jayna had been dragged to the front against her will. Erebos had found her lurking in the shadows of the inner world with ease and had forced her to front. As soon as she got concious in the body fear started to wash over her. So even if she had been a wave of calmity when she finally saved Bloom from the front and before giving it to Dark so was she know terrified. She tried her best to not let it show, tried not to move to not give away her arrival yet and tried to supress the tension forming in her muscles. But it was all futile.
„Ooh. I can already smell the fear.“
Jayna‘s breath caught and her eyes became unbelievably wide, and yet were only able to take in the darkness around her. Dark had blessedly given her the small mercy of having their head turned away, facing the wall instead of them. She could hear Lilith getting up and coming towards her. Her stomach felt awful. She knew the feeling. Fear. She always felt it like this in her stomach when she was really scared. Only it felt a lot stronger this time. She felt absolutely dread and terror. Now she was glad for the darkness as it would hopefully hide the way she had started to shake.
(Trauma amnesia)
-She flinched when Lilith grazed her fingertips ever so lightly over her arms. She waited but there was no pain. She just kept speaking creepy words and wandering her fingertips over her arms.
-A single finger touched the small of her back at the very bottom and caressed it‘s way all up to the top of her spine. And she felt in the worst way electrified.
-„~Bunny. How naive to think that you could run away from a hungry wolf.“
-„But what if not you are that bunny? But instead somebody you love?“
-„They will all suffer, just because of you.“
-„Now what scares you the most? How about we look in here?“, she said and pressed a finger into Jayna‘s forhead.
In the cold frigid months of 1943, Lieutenant Steve Trevor was assigned a seemingly inconsequential mission where he took off with several officers and was expected to land with none after the completion of a HALO jump. Their exact mission? Lieutenant Trevor knew better than to ask questions. Unfortunately, it is suspected no jump was ever completed - like so many others, all aboard disappeared without a trace, soon to be presumed dead.
This is not the story of what happened to them.
Now.
Steve went from fast asleep to wide awake in no time at all, squinting at his - his eyes narrowed further - not his watch, learning that he had slept later than he ever had before (in any of his lives). A quick (but obviously not thorough) survey of his surroundings told him that he was not in the expected cell, but a bedroom. Strange. But he wasted no time on why, clambering out of bed and toward the door. Unlocked. Both surprised and appropriately suspicious, Steve unplugged the nearest lamp, removed the shade, and promptly stomped on the freed bulb after placing it beneath the muffled safety of a pillow. Shade returned, he hesitated only briefly before picking up the biggest shard of glass, too, tucking it under his sleeve. Two weapons. Good. Finally, he ran.
Some hours later.
The Mousehole was loud. In that pleasant, people going about their lives kinda way but also in a way that made his head pound and had him flinching away from the (color!) television anytime something exploded (or the sound simply spiked). Don’t get him wrong, Steve still couldn’t believe his luck - yes, he mostly understood that he had an unusual case of amnesia and that this meant he had not actually done anything revolutionary like time-travel or resurrect, he didn’t even have immortality like Miss Diana. But he was alive, the War over. How could he not count his blessings.
(This is what he told himself, anyway, when he thought of the friends and family he left behind and all the concerns that he might never develop new memories. Because things, he knew, could be so much worse.)
Still, it wasn’t long before Steve decided he needed a break and he sought it - just a quick detour to the kitchen where he was inevitably caught for the second time that day with an armful of food. He smiled, his most charming grin. “You only live -” Well, no, apparently that wasn’t true. For him anyway. And so he shrugged, just catching a wayward bag. “I might not remember to try them tomorrow.” Which really would be unfortunate.
Doing something a bit different! The setting of this little piece is in southeast asia. I don't see a lot of southeast asian rep and considering that's where I come from, I wanted to make one /w\ a bit vague as to where specifically on purpose!
naga!sans/reader
You stare at your empty basket happily, feeling the dirt under your feet as you walk. You managed to sell all of your guavas in the market today, and you got a pretty penny for it. The woven basket swung on your fingers as the wind gently rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. The sun was hot. Though it was near sundown you were sweating, you could feel the cloth wrapped around your body from your chest to your shins sticking a little in certain areas. It was a good idea to wear the rice hat, or the sun would've been shining right into your eyes.
You didn't have much longer to go, you were already near the rice fields. Just a bit more, and you're home.
You wiped the sweat off your forehead with your free hand, hopping down on the uneven ground, getting to the dike of the rice field, starting to walk across.
Two dots light up in the darkness, locking in to the figure walking in the distance. He saw the human lady, walking across the rice fields. All alone... he saw the way the dress she wore pressed to her sides. Mmm... he could see the shape of her. So perfectly soft and delightful.
You jump a little when you felt a little bit of the dike you were walking on sink under your foot. Part of it was mud, but thankfully you didn't slip in. You switch the basket to the other hand, the one holding starting to get misty from holding it too long. It should be close to harvesting soon, the greens were reaching up to around your waist now.
Silently, he slipped between the grass. Around harvesting is when the plants are their tallest... where it's hard for people to see through the grass to see where the dike leads. The ground's become dryer since the seeds were planted.
The wind blows, giving you a breeze that's not too cold that it makes you shiver; pleasantly cool on your skin of your exposed arms, even on your back where the cloth was thick. It brushes the rice grass like a comb, swaying them from side to side, like ocean waves.
The grass shivers and hisses in the wind, disguising the sound of his slithering as he moves closer and closer towards you. He presses himself as flat as he can to the ground, moving the grass aside with his body, climbing a dike, before going into another patch of field closer to you.
You yawn. The winds cooling you off make you slightly sleepy. You stop in your tracks, looking at the field around you. Rays of sun casting through the blades, shadows dancing on the rice.
Spotted scales, colors blending him perfectly into the grass. His body as thick as a tree in one part, causing the rice to bend slightly as he passes through. His forked tongue flicks out before he slowly licks his fangs- two especially prominent ones near the back rather the front- as he raises his skull slightly to look at where the girl was, hungrily eyeing her down.
what a... delicious, sweet little thing you are.
A bug lands on a grass nearby. You lean a bit closer to see it was a beetle, one that was harmless to the rice. You smile, watching it crawl around for a little bit. Though, from bringing your attention to it, your eyes are also drawn to the forest nearby, near the borders of the rice field. It looked darker now, just green and darkness... the stories people tell floated to the front of your mind.
Be careful walking around the rice fields when the sun goes down... especially near harvesting season. The grass is too tall to see what's hiding under it all. Beware, for when the sun sinks under the horizon and night takes over day, monsters awaken from their slumber. They come out to hunt in darkness. No one can save you from a threat they cannot see. They come out from the forest, and you were warned by your father not to play in the rice fields as a child, especially here.
"Of all the monsters, the snake monster is the most dangerous. He is bigger than ten men standing on each other's shoulders, and wider than two. His upper body is that of a ghostly skeleton, thicker and stronger than a human’s. And this giant can lurk completely invisible in the rice fields during harvest, girl. He is huge and powerful, and so masterfully stealthy. He is clever. You can run from a boar and hide, and it will leave you. But he knows how to follow his prey. Like other monsters, he likes to take unsuspecting children, but there are stories of adults being taken away by him. There have even been times where he appears in the heart of the village! Be careful my child, he is to be feared. Don’t be in the fields even before sundown, he might see you and take you away.”
You remember the story scaring you so much that you had clung onto your parents that night, and you remember with some amusement, your mother scolding your father for scaring you like that; though she also told you not to play outside after it’s dark.
You were sure this was a story a lot of parents tell their children for exactly that: so they come home before sundown. There were a lot more stories than just that snake monster your dad told you. Stories to scare children so their parents could keep them safe. When you think about it now you laugh; there can’t be any giant skeleton-snakes here. You walk by the fields everyday to and from home, and you remember the times your dad had worked in the fields until it was late. People go in and around the fields all the time, surely more people would disappear because of this mystical giant snake. Even if he did exist... he’s too big to actually hide, right? A snake that huge would stand out, you’d see the grass move, he wouldn’t be able to weave through them.
Rice field snakes and pythons? Maybe. Giant man-eating, child-stealing snake monster? Probably not.
Besides... the sunset looked pretty from where you were standing. Painting the skies orange and yellow, casting a golden glow on the rice as the wind swept through it once more. You took a deep breath, standing where you were, filling yourself with the fresh air, smelling the rice. The air has cooled down slightly, and you feel pleasantly drier than earlier.
See? It isn’t dangerous, dad.
Besides, the sun’s still there. There was nothing for you to worry about.
... Though you did enjoy the scenic view the rice provided, enjoying it all alone, you were getting sleepy and wanted to go home.
You took a step forward-
A buzz from behind you made you flinch a little, and you turn around to see the beetle flying away again. Your eyes follow it to the sky- when you see something moving out of the corner of your eye. Some of the grass were rustling, shaking, approaching you at an alarming rate. Your heart raced at the sight, your muscles all tensing in a fraction of a second- eyes widening when you see a pair of glowing eyes appear out of the grass- the grass hissed furiously as a giant naga shot out of it.
Your mouth fell open, your hands becoming slack, letting go of the basket. Terror gripped your whole body as you watch- the beast had sprung himself off the ground and flew towards you, hands out to grab you, his great maw parted in front of you. Your throat tightened, gasping to shout, but no sound came out, stuck in a silent scream. His thick arms wrap around you and you are toppled to the ground, making a cry as his thick body thrashed and wound around you.
You kick with your legs and hit with your hands, but the snake quickly coil your legs shut, and your hands only brush against the scales that were rapidly covering your vision. The grass shook violently as you were stripped of your mobility- the last thing you remember was his fangs in your face, hands reaching out against his impossibly thick ribs before all went dark.
...
The grass hisses quietly. The sun sinks lower into the ground, casting a long shadow on a upturned basket. Not far from there sits a lonesome rice hat.
