My name is Cherry! I'm a 17 year old, black, nonbinary lesbian who loves women and writing about them. I sometimes post suggestive and nsft content. This blog is for my writings and more risky art such lol.
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angst (i guess? idk WHAT this is) - gn!reader - cw: drugging, abuse, mutilation, cutting, possessiveness (yandere if you squint), getting called slut as an insult
Summary: Your girlfriend wants you to prove your loyalty to her in the most loyal way possible.
Note: I’m not condoning this behavior jfc this obviously isn’t a healthy relationship
Your girlfriend had been acting off lately.
She started being intensely clingy. She would side eye you for talking to any other people. Ask for your phone. Pry for intimate details about you and your life, even ones you hadn’t told anyone else. It started to scare you.
Then her fuse became shorter. The smallest things would set her off. A broken dish, a small disagreement, even texting someone around her would cause a full blown argument. You went to bed every night on edge because you didn’t know if you had upset her or not. It drove you insane.
A few days ago, you let her know you were going out with some friends. She immediately went quiet and asked “Who?”
“Bryson and Kacy,” you responded. You hadn’t seen the two since college and you wanted to catch up. You told her as such, and all she responded with was “Oh.” Then, for the rest of the day she didn’t talk to you at all. You learned not to say anything else to her, as any questioning would set her off.
A few days later, you were in front of your shared bedroom mirror, sporting a nicer outfit than usual. It had been a while since you were out, hasn’t it?
“Where the fuck are you going?”
You froze, looking at the mirror to see your girlfriend behind you. You were getting ready for your hangout session with Bryson and Kacy.
“Uh… out… I told you a few days ago, I was going out with-“
“Why do you look like that then? Are you seriously going out like that?”
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You questioned, turning to face her. She was livid. Her hands shook as she walked towards you and gripped your shirt.
“Look at this shit. You only wear this shirt when we’re going out on a date. Why are you wearing it now?”
“Dude chill-“
“Tell me, slut.”
You immediately pulled away in shock and disgust. Although your girlfriend could be pushy at times, She had never, not once, called you something so degrading. You began asking her what her issue was, and the both of your voices were raising until she was shaky and making crude gestures toward you. It became a screaming match about how controlling she was, and how you had felt about her monitoring.
You decided the best thing you needed was space, and you began to walk away before feeling a slight tug.
“You can’t leave.”
You scoffed and ripped yourself away again. “Watch me.”
“I said you fucking can’t,” she yelled.
She gripped your shirt and tugged again. You began to struggle until she found a better way to keep you in place.
…
You decided you wouldn’t go out after all. It was no use if it made her this upset.
You watched her sit in front of the tv with a smile on her face for the first time in forever.
You stood in the kitchen and finished up washing dishes after dinner. You tried your hardest to avoid the sensitive parts of your arm that were there, but a little bump against the counter made the bruise yelp in pain.
You finished up and went to sit down, a little farther away than usual. She noticed.
“Come closer, baby.”
You reluctantly do, even though you’d rather do anything but cuddle right now. Keeping her happy for now was more prioritized.
She began rubbing your shoulder and back. “I’m sorry for earlier baby… I know I got so mad but it’s just… I didn’t want anyone to see you in an outfit so nice just casually… you should save that for when you’re out on the town being my good baby.
Although her speaking of earlier pissed you off, you couldn’t help but be a little flattered by the message.
“Thank you. I’m sorry too.”
…
A few days later, she had seemed normal enough. You hadn’t told her about any recent hangouts so there was nothing to be mad for. But then she pulled you aside randomly and began interrogating you.
“Do you love me? Like love me. Love love me. Do you even like me?”
You had said yes to all of these questions, but you began to get annoyed with them. Where was this coming from?
“Prove it. Prove you love me.”
She grabbed your arm again, her thumb pressing on the sore bruise. You yelled out an “Ok, ok, fine i’m sorry” to make her stop. She immediately lit up and dragged you upstairs, saying that it needed to be something physical.
…
Hour… 2? 3? You weren’t sure anymore. The blood pooled on your thighs a little.
She sat right across from you, holding the blade a little slanted from the existing cuts.
“Just a few more baby. Just a few. You really love me huh? Huh?”
She softly slapped you a few times on the cheek, and you focused on her in your dazed state.
“Say it. Say it now.”
“I… I do… I… um…”
She slapped you harder this time, and the recoil made you sober up a bit.
“I do… I love you baby… please…”
She giggled unsettlingly and kissed your bleeding wrist. “Good. Good. You do love me.”
You don’t know how you got here.
When she led you upstairs, She asked if you would die for her. You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you said “yes”. She smiled at that response, so you kept agreeing as she sat you two on the ground and handed you a glass, and a bottle of wine. She smiled as she let you pour the first sip, then she asked you to go grab some blankets as she made you two another glass. Then things became a bit muddled. You could feel her tug your arm, pressing against your bruises. You hissed at the sensation and she snapped at you to be quiet. You learned quickly. Say yes or this would be a very long night.
The knife dug deeper into your already fucked-up wrist as you tried to hold in your tears of pain, but she just smiled and said “You can cry baby. I know it hurts but it feels so good, doesn’t it. Being so loyal.”
She licked the wound, which made the tears fall as you tried to weakly pull away. You didn’t WANT this, you KNOW you didn’t want this, but she’s trying to make you anyway. You begin to question if the drowsiness is from being drunk, losing blood, or if you were drugged.
“Aww…”
She finally let your wrist go, but only after she carved her initials in an upper part of your arm. You fell forward into her chest, damn near passed out.
She shhh’d you and stroked your back, cooing about how cute and loyal you were and how you were forever hers. She then made you take one more sip of wine, before you passed out.
»-♡→ Brushed
»-♡→ Grazed
»-♡→ Caressed
»-♡→ Stroked
»-♡→ Patted
»-♡→ Cradled
»-♡→ Rested against
»-♡→ Smoothed
»-♡→ Trailed along
»-♡→ Glided over
...or comforting:
➺ Squeezed
➺ Held
➺ Embraced
➺ Wrapped around
➺ Clasped
➺ Pressed gently against
➺ Rubbed
➺ Supported
➺ Steadied
➺ Cupped
...or affectionate:
➵ Ruffled
➵ Nuzzled
➵ Kissed
➵ Linked arms with
➵ Nestled against
➵ Curled around
➵ Leaned into
➵ Rested a hand on
➵ Laced fingers with
➵ Pulled close
...or romantic:
̗̀➛ Traced
̗̀➛ Ghosted across
̗̀➛ Brushed against
̗̀➛ Skimmed over
̗̀➛ Lingeringly stroked
̗̀➛ Ran a thumb along
̗̀➛ Tilted their chin
̗̀➛ Tucked a strand of hair behind their ear
̗̀➛ Pressed their forehead against
̗̀➛ Intertwined fingers
explicit - f!reader - cw: medical play, slight dumbification, "puppy" and "good girl" being used a few times, spanking
Summary: The doctor is in, and you feel particularly hot this evening. Let her have her way with you and you might get a treat at the end. :P
You laid down on the examination table as the doctor instructed you to. Your whole body shook as you watched her put on gloves and a mask. The perfect person to examine you- thouroughly.
"Alright baby," she began, her voice thick and low, "You're gonna feel a little pressure on your stomach, but as long as you stay still you should be just fine, okay? Can you stay still for me?"
You shuddered. "Yes, uh, yes ma'am." You thought you had it correct until she softly smacked your ass. "Doctor, baby. Get it right." She kissed you on the forehead as an apology and waited for your recognition. Your face burned red hot as you could only muster out "Yes doctor."
"Good." she says. She begins to move her right hand down onto your stomach, pressing on it ever-so-slightly and feeling around all of the little curves and dips and pudgy parts. Her left hand moved closer to your inner areas, rubbing your thighs on the outside because she knew it would rile you up if she wasn't immediately touching you. You tried your hardest to not squirm underneath her but her teasing made it worse. She finally got to your soaking cunt and she dipped her fingers inside, which made you jolt.
"Mmm, what are you doing baby? Didn't I say be still?"
You tried to stutter out an apology but she silenced you before you could say anything worth of note. "You want to be good for me, don't you puppy?"
You say "Yes," before getting smacked on the ass again, harder this time, as a reminder. "Yes doctor. I... I promise I'll be good. I'm sorry."
"Good girls stay still for their owners. You don't have to do anything but lay there and make those beautiful noises for me. Can you do that baby, hm?"
"I can, doctor..."
"Good girl. God, you already feel so wet and I haven't even put anything inside you."
Your breathing became more ragged as you watched- and felt- her rubbing your clit and pressing down. She then stuck a finger inside without warning, which made you moan loudly. She smiled and stuck another one in, now pumping them in and out.
"Just try to focus on me puppy, focus on your owner's fingers... don't think about anything else, you don't need to anyway."
She applied more pressure to your stomach and it caused your walls to flutter. She added a third finger and began to rub your clit again with her thumb. Your moans could rival pornos. You could feel the walls of your pussy squeeze around her fingers as she cooed at you.
"Dawwww', look at my sweet girl... I bet you feel so good, don't you?"
"Gffgh,,... yes doctor..."
"That's my good girl. Keep moaning for me like a good slut sweetheart."
She moved her hand off of your stomach and bent down to open your legs further. The tip of her tongue replaced her thumb as she licked and sucked on the nub. You could feel the heat in your core pool as you looked down at her sucking you off.
"D-doctor... fffuck I'm close..."
"Mmmfh. Almost, baby. Hold it in for me, please."
You begin to grind against her mouth, disregarding her instructions and coming closer to finishing. You whine harder as you feel her pull away, leaving you a slicked, mushy mess.
"God, patience with you is never possible, is it?"
She smacked your ass harder than you expected, which caused you to yelp and whine even further.
"Such a dumb, dirty slut. I bet you love being called that, too. Is all you can think about your next orgasm?"
She stood there for a moment, letting you both writhe in pain at the harsh spanking, and hump the air in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. She suddenly went back down and began to lick your cunt once more, holding your legs open.
"Stay still," she demanded in-between licks, "or you wont get to come at all tonight."
You tried with all your might to stay still, now breathing extremely irregularly and chasing the high. You feel the heat pool again and your legs begin to shake.
"Doc, doctor... ffuck I'm gonna cum..."
She sucks on your clit and licks your hole thoroughly one last time before nodding. You release everything, shaking and cursing under your breath as you soak both her face and the exam table.
...
It takes a minute for both of you to regain your composure, as she kisses you on the forehead and slowly rubs your clit.
"Mmmm my baby, my sweet angel... you did so so good for me baby... such a good girl..."
You giggled a little bit, still shaking from the shock the first orgasm gave you. You closed your eyes and laid back down, only for them to break back open because you hear the sound of a vibrator turning on, and her at the end of the table with it in hand.
"Do you think you can give me just one more, puppy?" she cooed.
It was not "just one more". You figured that out after she makes you have the third one of the night.
She grabs your favorite toy out the closet as you approach the fourth, sweaty and babbling.
"Be a good girl for me and lay back, m'kay?"
You can only babble out, "Yes doctor."
eeeeekekeheheee this is my first smut fic on here i really hope yall like it this was a bit of a vulnerable one for me...
