The Minimalist (yandere!Tears of Themis x reader)

fix it (nsfw)

this is an nsfw chapter! but lets put some trigger warnings. 

rape

manipulation

sadism

rope play

blood play

abuse

slight drugging

degradation. 

coercing, or manipulating, or threatening another person to consent is not consent. it is rape. if you do this, or have done this, that is rape. your a monster, and deserve to have your genitals take off in a very painful way. also fuck you. 

anyways, i know we want a consensual segs between everyone, but this is a yandere book and no matter what thats not happening. so yeah. 

ill probs do a consensual oneshot in Volatile affection if someone recquests it with an idea/concept for it. 

anyways, i gotta poop and im doing algebra right now so lets get this started!!!

vyn walked up the stairs, stopping at the bathroom to get the first aid kit, and then took Y/n to his room. 

he hadnt meant to hurt her. but it had excited him. 

Y/n was quiet. part of it was the pain medication making it harder for her to think correctly, part of it was fear of saying or doing something wrong. he set her gently on his bed and stood up. 

"does it hurt?" he asked quietly. 

her movement was a little bit slow. 

"y-yeah. artem gave me some medication to make it better though." she said. 

"did he now?" vyn asked. 

he rolled up his sleeves and opened up the kit. he wasnt upset with artem for giving the girl somethign for the pain. but he wouldve preferred it if Artem had told him that. 

she watched his movements carefully. vyn pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and unwrapped some bandages. the front of the shirt had some blood leaking through, staining it red. vyn sat down at her stomach and set a hand on her upper thigh. 

"im going to look now." he said. 

she just nodded. its not like she could say no to him anyways. he would do what he pleased. 

she just watched his hands. they gently peeled back the fabric of the shirt. she hissed slightly since it was stuck to her wounds. 

"sorry." he muttered. 

she felt to exposed now. her panties were out in the open, her legs were full veiw. 

she tried to shift a little, but he squeezed her thigh as a warning to stay still. 

butterflies flitted in her stomach when his hands got close to her stomach. 

"they dont look infected." he noted outloud. 

his hands brushed over the sutures. 

"artem is sloppy."

he frowned a little before glancing up at Y/n.

"does it hurt when i do this?"

he pressed slightly. y/n jerked and groaned quietly. 

"yes!"

he nodded his head and sighed. 

"alright." he murmured. 

he turned to his small gathering of things and pulled out a tube of antibiotic. he applied it to his gloved finger.