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whump-in-the-closet · 5 months

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“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

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thefawnfallacy · 2 months

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Hannibal’s repeated violating of Will’s autonomy (both mentally and physically) aren’t seen as inherently synonymous with rape (as compared to the relationship between Sam and Lucifer of Supernatural, in which it can be regarded as allegories for assault), which I find interesting because while it’s acknowledged that Hannibal has taken advantage, more than once, it’s repeatedly driven home that Will doesn’t really have autonomy to begin with.

If anything, it could be compared to a misunderstanding of consent based on someone who has, his entire life, had his body and mind violated by the influence of others, whereas Hannibal just so happens to take it a step further than most (the ear scene).

Even when Will is introduced outside of crime scenes, he is shown as being touched without his explicit consent (glasses scene with Jack), having his mind which he values more than his own body picked apart and dissected by everyone who comes into contact with him. The undertones and connotations then are not of a story regarding the taking of Will’s autonomy, he never had it, but rather, Will taking his own autonomy from the hands of others.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #will graham #jack crawford #alana bloom #hannibal meta #Hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #hannigram #cw mentions of noncon

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dirtybg3confessions · 1 month

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with how over the top the discourse around ascended astarion is, i was expecting worse from his ending. i was hoping for a full-blown spawn-mind-control noncon scene. don't get me wrong, what's there is still pretty hot, but damn people are really mad over nothing. thank god fic writers have my back. shout out to the dead dove lovers in this fandom.

#Dirty Confession #Baldurs Gate #BG3 #BG3 Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #CW: NonCon #Just gently adding the tag cause its mentioned

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mariondeux · 1 year

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Hi could I request yandere mayoi x male reader please

Mayoi is obsessed with the male reader to the point that he’s jealous that the reader is dating someone else and the reader likes to hanging out with mayoi because he’s cute and he confesses his love to the reader and manipulates them to be his lover.

Could you add manipulation, corruption, sadism, rough sex, biting and mayoi being a creepy stalker please ^^

— SYNOPSIS ; Mayoi was overjoyed to hear you wanted him to come over, until he found out your partner was with you as well. Once your partner leaves, he jumps up and confesses to you. But, once you turn him down, he’s ready to do anything to get you to become his.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con, threats of suicide, death threats, manipulation, gory description of death, manipulation, corruption (kinda, this is more like mindbreak), hints of sadism, rough sex, biting, Mayoi being creepy in Mayoi fashion, technical NTR?

WORD COUNT ; 958

PAIRING ; Yandere!Mayoi Ayase x Male!Reader

A/N ; Oh this one is HEAVY. This is the most heaviest request I’ve ever written (imo) 😭 Please take the warnings seriously.

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Mayoi chewed the inside of his mouth, hands slightly trembling as he fiddled with his fingers. When you had invited him over to hang out, you neglected to tell him your significant other would be there as well. The urge to run away and hide somewhere pulsed in his brain, keeping his head down to avoid the sight of you two acting so lovey dovey.

His head was in a constant battle with himself. One side wanted to go back home, hide under his blankets or watch you two in your vents without his presence being known. His leg began bouncing up and down, hunching over on the couch. The other side wanted to get up and wring your significant other’s neck, tear the flesh out of his neck to prevent him from breathing any longer. To watch blood gush out of his neck as they struggled to breathe, the light fading from their eyes as their heart slowed to a stop.

He can’t be having these thoughts with you two in the same room. He can’t.

His brain drowned in this seemingly never ending internal battle with himself, not noticing that your significant other had left your home already. You approached Mayoi, noticing how off put he looked. Your brows furrowed, slowly approaching him as you softly called out his name.

Once he registered you trying to get his attention, he stopped. He jumped a little, turning to face you with wide teal eyes that reminded you of tropic skies and distant sands. He stuttered out your name questionably.

“Mayoi? Are you okay? You were shaking really badly…” You slowly reached out to him, giving him time to move away if he wanted to. But he didn’t. He allowed you to place your hand on his shoulder. You sat down next to him on the couch.

“(name)… I-I love you! P-Please, break up with your partner… t-they don’t deserve you! Y-You deserve someone better, l-like me!” Mayoi’s voice wavered, and he blurted what he’d been holding in without thinking. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders, firmly grasping onto them.

Your eyes widened at the sudden confession. You knew Mayoi seemed pretty out of it when he came to your house, but you weren’t expecting him to say something like this. You invited him over because you thought the way he acted was adorable, and you just wanted to hang out with your significant other and your dear friend. Of all things, why did Mayoi suggest something like this? Your partner didn’t treat you badly. In fact, you were basically still in your honeymoon phase.

“Mayoi… I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I love my partner, and… I only see you as a friend, a little brother, even.” You nervously chuckled, reaching over to rub your other arm.

You could see those clear skies shatter in front of you.

“B-But…” His bottom lip trembled. A switch flipped in his brain, and suddenly, he ran on autopilot.

“I-If you don’t become my boyfriend, I’m gonna kill myself! I-I will!” Mayoi stood up, limbs visibly shaking as he grabbed anything nearby that he could use against himself. He picked up a cable, unplugging it as he wrapped it around his neck. “I-I’ll do it!”

You immediately got up from the couch, a sudden rush of adrenaline going through you as you ran over to him to pry the cable away from him. “Mayoi, stop! We can talk this out!”

“No! I-I’ll even go home and do it myself! A-And I’ll even kill your partner! I’ll throw a bag over their h-head and beat their skull open with a hammer!” Mayoi yelled out like a madman, eyes swirling in a manic haze as he let go of the cable, now tightly grabbing onto your shoulders.

Your breath was stuck in your throat as you stared at Mayoi with terror. You’d never seen Mayoi act out like this, going as far as to blurt out the gruesomest thing you’d ever heard. Worst part of all of it was that you didn't think he was joking. You let out a haggard breath, gently sliding your hands up Mayoi’s arms.

“I-I’ll be your boyfriend… Just please, Mayoi, calm down.”

You don’t know what you did to reach this point in your life. What did you do to garner Mayoi’s attention? What did you do to flip a trigger in him? Did you misread him? Was he not who he was?

You grabbed onto the arm of the couch, legs trembling and threatening to give out under you as Mayoi held your body closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back firm against his chest as his braided dark purple hair tickled your exposed back. You could hear him breathing so heavily behind you as he rutted his hips into yours, acting as if he was in heat himself.

Mayoi’s sharp teeth dug into the flesh on your back, biting into you as if he was trying to tear a chunk of your flesh off. You let out a sound of agony through your hazy brain, throwing your head back as you’re thrown from a world of pleasure to a world of pain.

Your screams sent waves of pleasure down his body and to his cock, desperately rutting into you more quickly than before. His moans grew more and more choked, as if he was on the verge of tears. He repeated your name like a broken record, as if it was the only word he knew. Your body went slack in his hold, allowed him to bite into you in various places as he fucked you as he pleased.

After all, you belonged to him.

TAGLIST ; @exhokai @shuvies @venniin @4kumaa @ambassadoro @noahrandom @1694 @ajaints @berrycolaa @twst-rui @kytesakuma @secretivemessenger @yumixxn @maxx0inwonderland @resluv @kangdae

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flymmsy · 2 months

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Durgetash and CNC (18+, cw: consensual non-consent)

I’m actually surprised I don’t see more CNC in the Durgetash fandom because these two would play hard.

It would be the ultimate form of release for Durge, one of the only times they don’t feel completely guarded. Agreeing beforehand to allow Gortash to drug them, restrain them, anything so they don’t have to worry about the Urge breaking free.

And then, on the flip side for Durge, they have such an innate understanding of violence that it would be both fascinating and enlightening for them to be on the receiving end of CNC play. (I think they would get very good at it.)

I also think that exploring such a lack of agency could be therapeutic for Durge.

And then of course, for Gortash, it’s the ultimate power high. It’s controlling and taking. I also think it’s particularly interesting to think of CNC play when Gortash is climbing the ranks of the Banite hierarchy - reinforcing his drive to take power through play.

And Gortash would be very, very good at it too. On the one hand, he’d have no reservations and would be able to full tilt in once an agreement is made. On the other, Gortash is as much about control as he is about power, and so he would be particularly aware of keeping their play within their agreed upon boundaries.

With all that being said, god these two would be horrific in these moments.

And don’t even get me started on Durgetash CNC breeding because…..

#tw: CNC #cw: CNC #consensual non-consent #consensual noncon #breeding mention #enver gortash #durgetash #durge #the dark urge #bg3 #nsft #durgetash (flymmsy's version)

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vintagexherry · 9 months

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One Hell of an Actor

Ghostface!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//NSFW,Smut, Dacryphilia,Blood, Dub-Con, glove kink, fear kink, slight gore, murder, slight chasing, stalking, implied yandere, implied panty stealing, home invasion, Minor character death, bit of lore

A/N: I never watched Scream since I never liked horror a kid so im gonna put my own twist.

Requested by: @sukioyakio

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Miguel was your best partner in crime.

You both met as interns in Alchemax. Although you two didn't get along at first, as time went on, you set differences aside and bonded greatly.

As years went by, both of you quickly climbed to the top and became known geneticists around the science world.

And right now both of you were relaxing on your couch watching the news.

"Creepy, that's a lot for just two weeks." You commented, seeing a person being interviewed about the crime scene. You turned to Miguel, who was resting his face on a closed fist, looking bored. "Do you think it targets specific people?".

Miguel turned to you and smirked.

"Why? You wanna be next?"

You scoffed at him and shook your head lightly. You feel bad about the families that had to endure seeing their love once get brutally murdered.

You suddenly hear your phone ring next to you, you flinced from the loud volume and picked it up, ignoring Miguel's chuckles.

As you see the caller ID, you smiled. It was your boyfriend who was living in another state for awhile due to his job.

Miguel noticed your smile and fought the urge to crush or throw your phone agaist the wall, he recognizes that smile, you never smiled like that to him, you do smile of course but not in the way he wished you'd do.

You stood up from the couch, notifying Miguel that it's your boyfriend and went straight to your bedroom for some privacy.

Miguel knows he's not normal for doing this. He knows he's not normal ever since as a kid. He's been to several therapists about his abnormal behaviour. His aggressiveness always noted to be too much to handle, especially since he beat up several kids in school.

By the age of fifteen, he finally stopped going to those damn therapist, finally deemed as safe and sane.

But little do they know he's one hell of a actor.

Ever since then, he has tried to find multiple outlets for his endless rising anger, he didn't want to go back to those bland and emotionaless buildings, so instead he bought stress toys, but with his strength he always breaks them, He tried punching bags, It lasted longer than stress toys, but with his roughness it would always end up beaten beyond recognition, he tried sex but the people he slept with always complained that he's too rough or it hurts too much.

Finally, he tried murder at the age of twenty.

"Tried." isn't really the right word. In his defence, the guy was an idiot thinking he could rob him when he was just minding his business by walking in the middle of the night.

After another day in college, he wanted to walk home wanting some fresh air. He then felt someone following him, and as he shifted to an alley, he could still hear their footsteps.

The next thing he knows, the guy pulled out a pocket knife and tried to stabbed him, but he dodged in time and punched him in the gut.

The punch seemed to do the trick, but for Miguel, it wasn't enough.

He punched again and again until he heard bones cracking, wet coughs, and warm blood being splattered on him.

He doesn't know how long it has been, but the time he stopped punching the guy was on his knees, sporting multiple bruises, begging him to stop, and started sprouting apologies, or what he could make out of apologies with blood spitting out every word.

But it still wasn't enough.

He saw a glimmer of metal thanks to the moonlight. He realized it was the man's pocket knife who must have dropped during punching spree.

He picked up the knife and chuckled when he noticed how blunt and cheap the knife seemed to be.

The man kneeling on the hard concrete floor started to realize what was about to happen, upon realizing he started to crawl away as fast as he can, trying to ignore the cry of pain of his body and broken bones.

Miguel took his focus away from the knife and glaced at the man, pathetically trying to escape his fate.

Not only is he an idiot who tried to rob him, but he even thinks that he can escape him.

Miguel stepped on the man's ankle, successfully stopping him. Before the man could utter a shout for help, he quickly crouched down and slashed the neck of the man.

Blood splattered everywhere, spraying the floor like spray paint, and painting his hands crimson.

As the man kept withering in place like a worm, his eyes rolled at the back of his head and finally he stopped moving.

Miguel stood up to full height, taking a moment to take in the events that transpired.

He spent a good minute thinking, but nothing came up in his head.

As if on instinct, he dragged the body on the nearby trash bin and threw in it among the other trash.

As he left, he double checked his surroundings for any passerbys, after knowing no one was coming, he pocketed the knife and took off his shoes to avoid leaving footprints and risked his feet to walk on cold concrete.

He's thankful that he was wearing black tonight.

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As he arrived home, he automatically removed his blood-stained clothes, and hopped into the shower.

There,his mind went rampant.

He killed a man.

Murdered him.

Punch his guts till they were mushed into smoothie.

Slashed his neck as if filleting a fish.

He killed a man.

As water and blood drips from his hands to the shower floor, he tries to find in his head any form of guilt.

Nothing

He felt nothing

Nothing but happiness

He never felt this way before, sure his punching bags did the job but not this good.

He felt as if he was Atlas and someone or something finally took off the weight of the world off of him.

He reminisces the sound of breaking bones and squelching blood, and he never heard anything better, even better than those girls he sleeps with when he isn't feeling the punching bag.

After finalizing that his clean of sweat and blood, he dries himself and wraps the towel around his waist.

He suddenly heard his phone ringing from the bedroom.

Once he arrived in the dimly-lit room, the ringing stopped, and in its place was a voicemail.

A voicemail by you.

Ah yes, You.

You both started as interns as much as he remembers.

And he remembers how much of a people pleaser you are.

How annoying it is to watch you say yes with no hesitation when a higher up wanted you to take place of his work station for a minute, you stayed there for hours since he never came back.

But you never complained.

And that annoyed him greatly.

You're too good for your own good.

"Hey, it's me,Y/N L/N, I apologize if I woke up you up or something, I just want to notify you that, surprise! Our research thesis got approved! The higher ups want us to be present by friday evening. He said something about a fancy gala and we both need to dress the best we can, also we can bring a plus one. Im gonna send you the location of the venue, since that's out of the way, I won't bother you anymore and see you soon. Goodnight and congrats again."

He took his phone and played the voicemail while he unwraps himself of his towel and started dressing.

The voicemail ended with a click, and Miguel couldn't help but be tranced by your voice. Sure, you were nothing but a goody two shoes, but you're smart, and he's glad both your hard work paid off. He'll try finding a suit for the said gala.

With that, he turned off his phone and light, heading to bed with a satisfied mind.

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Miguel was snap out of his thoughts when you re-enter the living room.

"Guess what! He's coming back next week!" You excitedly informed smiling widely.

"uh huh" Miguel replied his eyes still focusing on the news in front of him.

You scoffed at his reaction, Miguel has never onced show any other emotions other than a scowl or a sarcastic smirk on his face. But he could atleast show something about the news, he knew of your relationship with your boyfriend for several years and he knows how important it is to you that he's finally coming back.

"Is there no hooray or im so happy for you?" You asked, putting your hands on your hips as if your a mother scolding their child.

Miguel rolled his and faced you.

"hooorayyyy, im happy for you." He replied monotonously and went back watching the news.

You sighed, giving up on making him show a bit of emotion but who cares, your boyfriend is coming and you couldn't be anymore excited, you went back to your bedroom, planning to talk to him more, leaving Miguel on his own thoughts again.

Miguel knows for a fact he never liked that pathetic of an excuse you call your boyfriend.

The day of the gala, you bought your boyfriend with you, Miguel didn't bring anyone.

After you and Miguel recieved your awards, Your boyfriend told you his gonna go to the bathroom for a while, You nodded and decided to wait for him while you eat some appetizers on the table.

But Miguel felt suspicious, and it grew seeing your "boyfriend" went to a deserted area of the venue with another woman. Next thing he finds is both of them coming out giggling and panting out of breath.

Disgusting

What do you even see in that guy?

He made eye contact with your boyfriend and all he did was press a finger agaist his lips.

He decided "yea fuck that."

After the gala, you and Miguel went seperate ways to go home and after a few hours he told you of what he saw.

You're smart he can admit that but you can be stupid as fuck in the same time.

You didn't believe a word he said and after you telling him to cut it out, he held himself back from throwing his phone agaist the wall and decided to go out and killed some random drunk lady outside a club who was trying to flirt with him.

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"Miguel? Miguellllll, are you there?"

Miguel once again snapped out of his thoughts.

He sigh as he stood up straighter.

"What is it now?"

"I was just gonna go to the grocery since Im missing a few ingredients for dinner, and I was wondering if you could come with me."

Miguel nodded and you thanked him for it.

He kinda wishes he could be alone in your house so he could dig through your dirty laundry again.

But he relented since you once told him that you feel someone is watching you.

Both you and Miguel arrived in the grocery. You're thinking of making some simple Carbonara for dinner. All your missing is cream cheese, garlic, and pepper.

While you're looking for garlic, Miguel opted to carry the basket.

He admits this scenario seems domestic, maybe too domestic, especially when you ask him for his opinions.

After shopping, you paid for your ingredients and went back home.

You wanted to let Miguel stay for dinner since it's the least you could do in return for him coming with you.

There you go again.

Being a goody two shoes.

A good girl, perhaps.

Dinner passed by quickly, and you bid Miguel stay safe as he drove of the night.

You closed and locked your door after saying goodbye, and you double-checked the windows.

After washing the dishes, you head to the bathroom adjacent to your bedroom and prepare to sleep.

You were putting your pyjamas on until you heard a scratching and glass tapping downstairs.

You froze, checking if it was your imagination, thinking maybe it was just stray cats outside.

Silence

...

Fuck!

What that your window breaking!?

In a state of panic, you grab your phone and a taser hidden in your drawer and run to hide in your closet.

You hear movement downstairs continue, and with shaky hands, your fingers automatically find Miguel's number and quickly dialed it.

Your heart beats faster the more it rang, and you fear that he's already asleep.

You're surprised the intruder hasn't come upstairs, but you didn't get enough time to dwell on it since Miguel finally awnsered.

Without waiting for his awnser, you quickly spoke with shaking breaths, trying not to be loud but also trying to hold back tears.

"M-Miguel? Please come back fast! I-I-I.....There's someone! in my house!"

"Y/N?" Miguel answered his voice, which seemed to be muffled as if hidden under fabric. You think that he's probably under his blanket.

"Wherever you are, just stay there. I'm coming." Miguel said urgently.

The call ended, and you clutched your taser tighter, hugging your frame, hoping the intruder won't come find you.

After some time you finally heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N! Where are you!" Miguel called from downstairs.

You found the courage to open the closet door. Just in time, Miguel seemed to rush into your room.

"Y/N! Are you ok?" He said as he crouched down to your level, softly placing his hands on both your cheeks.

You didn't know what to say. You're still clutching on the taser and your body is still shivering from fear.

Miguel notice this

"Don't worry, Mi Vida, once I arrived, their already gone."

You could only weakly breath a thank you before resting your forehead on Miguel's shoulder.

And Miguel let you.

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A week has passed since that incident.

Your window got fixed and and you installed a new lock since your previous one got broken down.

Miguel seemed more keen to stay with you more late than ever, he admits he like it, love it even.

You tried denying him, but he insisted, saying that he wants to keep an eye on you.

He kept doing this till you feel sleepy and took that as cue to leave.

One day, your "boyfriend" finally arrived, and you were nothing but ecstatic, hugging and kissing him all over the face.

But he bets another woman did it, too. He bets he enjoyed that job outside the state, but he enjoyed the women there, too.

Since your boyfriend's arrival, he stopped staying late at your place, although he visits from time to time whether you're aware of it or not.

And you feel it.

After that incident weeks ago, you still can't help but feel like as if your being watched.

You told your boyfriend about it and he just kissed your forehead saying it's just your imagination.

You wish it was.

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Several weeks pass, and you slowly but surely forget about the breaking and entering.

Right now, your boyfriend has been to his company since he got called in late at night.

You wanted to wait, but he insisted you should get some sleep since you still have work tomorrow.

You finally relented since he was right.

After covering his supposed dinner in the fridge, you triple check every lock, the doors, the windows, everything.

You finally go upstairs to get some shut eye, but as you go up stairs you screamed.

By the balcony, someone wearing full-on black with a mask enters your bedroom, seemingly unborthered by your shout.

He stood there as if taking in your fearful expression, more so enjoying it.

You wanted to call your boyfriend or get the taser, but it's all in your drawer that you can't reach due to the guy who can snap you like a twig is just standing at.

"Oh, were you looking for this?"

You got snapped out of your thoughts when you hear his deep, muffled voice.

in his hands he holds a cellphone, not just any cellphone.

Your boyfriend's cellphone....Splattered with what seems to be blood.

If you weren't scared a while ago, you're petrified now.

Without thinking, you rushed downstairs, heading for the door to shout for help.

But he was fast.

Maybe too fast.

You heard his heavy footsteps too late until you were carried like you were weightless and placed upon his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You're really panicking now.

You screamed and shouted for help, hoping neighbours would hear you while you flailed your legs and beat at his back with all your strength, especially since blood is rushing to your head.

smack!

You yelp from the stinging pain on your ass.

Before you could complain, your were thrown agaist your own bed.

Ohgod is he gonna kill you here?

Leave your body to rot until the police finds it?

Be another victim for people to see on the news?

You tried to crawl away, but he just grabbed your ankle and pulled you back as he started climbing over you.

Nononono.

He can't possibly!

"You know..."

His muffled deep voice startled you again.

"Fear looks good on you.." he finished

You tried processing what he said but didn't have enough time till his large gloved hands ripped away your only protection against him.

The sound of fabric tearing just brings more tears to your face.

"P-p-pplease don't," you pleaded as you tried covering yourself.

He didn't say anything but removed your arms, which left you exposed for him to see.

He gathered your arms and held it above your head with one hand.

His other hand started trailing down and forced your legs open, making space for him in between.

Heavy tears were now streaming down on you, but that didn't seem to bother him. In fact, it probably made him more excited since you felt a bulge nudging your folds.

"Nonono, please no."

You pleaded again

He ignored again

You look down, and he wasted no time sliding a gloved finger into you, putting it on a slow pace.

"Mierda, look at yourself. You're perfect."

You couldn't say anything, your voice can't be trusted, and all you could do was choke on your tears.

The more his gloved finger moves, the more he seems to hit certain spots.

You try to deny it, but he seemed to be an expert at what he's doing.

He added more fingers

He added speed to his pace

You tried holding your whimpers, but it was deemed useless.

The man only seemed to chuckle at your attempt.

"Hide all you want, I know how to get it out of you."

Before you could process what he said, he curled his finger upward, sucessfully hitting that spot that made you moan loudly.

He laughed.

"Told you so."

The faster his fingers go, the more you're reaching your climax, and you hate yourself for it.

But before you did, he took his gloved fingers out and started unbuckling his pants.

If he isn't the monster, the thing between his legs definitely is.

You gulp at the sheer size of it.

"Nonono please, it-it won't fit!"

Yet again, your pleas are ignored

"Shut up and take it." he snarled and you cowered in fear.

He didn't bother wasting his time as he shoved his entire length in one go.

You screamed, he really was too big and it hurt. The man above did nothing pleasurely groan out.

"FUCK Y/N THAT'S IT!" His shout muffled by the mask.

He didn't waste any more time and started a rough and fast pace, making the bed creak from the strength.

You couldn't hold back your moans anymore and continued to spill whimpers and gasps.

The man continued his fast pace again and again.

Until you feel it, you started to tighten and your legs began to shake.

"I-Im gonn-a AH!" without warning you came, creaming around the man's cock.

It didn't seem to bother him since he tightened his hold on your hands, and his hips started to stutter.

"Come on ugh- that's it-"

Your body feels more and more sensitive as he goes, drool, sweat, and tears cover your face

Finally, his hips stop as warm fluid fills you from the inside.

Both of you panted and tried to catch your breath, but in a moment of clarity, you panic since he didn't wear any protection.

But before you could say anything, his hand finally let go of your wrists above your head. He moved to remove his mask, and you froze when you saw who it was.

"Mi....Miguel?" you hoarse voice called.

"bu-but, wh-"

You were interrupted when a strong pair of lips covered your own in a passionate kiss. More drool slipped out of you.

Miguel let go of your lips leaving you breathless.

"Im just one hell of an actor baby."

The End

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darby-rowe · 4 months

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18+ | nsfw | mdni cw dark!academy!coriolanus, dark!fem!reader, degradation, physical violence (reader gets shoved against a wall and slapped), READER RECEIVES RAPE & ASSAULT THREATS, f. masturbation, dead dove do not eat, not proofread

it was never your intention to make coriolanus mad. all you were trying to do was keep your grades and reputation as clean and pristine as possible, which just so happened to land you at the top of your class. and you were proud of yourself! you thought it wouldn't hurt to gloat about it, even just a little bit. but the sheer anger in coriolanus's eyes assured you that your achievements were not well received by everyone.

this is how you found yourself getting violently shoved up against the wall of a secluded hallway; coriolanus's hands gripping your forearms so tight you were sure they were going to leave bruises. the back of your head cracked against the wall making you dizzy, and when coriolanus noticed that you were a bit out of focus, he took his big hand slapped you so hard across the face you saw stars for a moment.

"listen to me, you pathetic, supercilious worm," coriolanus's blue eyes were filled with hatred, and his words spat down at you with pure venom. you couldn't help but let out a whimper. "whatever you're doing right now? it's done. you are to stop this nonsensical attempt at humiliating me and my family name. if i find you parading yourself around like you're some academic genius again..."

the way coriolanus paused and inhaled before saying his next words made you shiver, and his breath was hot against your ear.

"i will not hesitate to knock you the fuck out and rape your worthless, unconscious body,"

coriolanus stormed away with his composure just as quickly as the confrontation started, leaving you shocked and shaken at how violent his words were. what could you have possibly done to deserve such vicious threats? you were only just trying to survive the demanding academics of the academy just like everyone else. as shaken as you were, you were also so, so confused.

and your confusion only grew when you finally realized how wet you were between your legs; having to rush home after the day was done to lock yourself in your room and touch yourself.

coriolanus's brutal promise replayed in your mind as you furiously fucked your fingers in and out of your pussy. flashbacks of the intensity of his voice and his hot breath against your ear swam in your mind.

"—rape your worthless, unconscious body," were the last words you heard in your dark imagination before you were a whimpering mess, humping against your fingers as your orgasm pulsated throughout your body. feeling your walls tighten around your fingers as your pussy lightly gushed out juices from the intensity of your climax.

and as you laid there, body limp from fucking yourself, there was a sick part of your brain that hoped coriolanus didn't go around giving empty promises.

#♡; dally writes!#cw noncon mention #cw rape threats #dead dove do not eat #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow smut #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #thg tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #x reader #x reader fanfiction #x reader smut

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 months

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LAST ONE. I PROMISE. Eden and PCs relationship is very...heavy. It's very sexual, it's very ownership-type-beat. Now obviously we know from Vrel that all the LIs would be at least decent parents. But man. That's a small cabin, and with children around the dynamic between PC and Eden has to take a HEAVY change to be sustainable and not y'know...fuck up the kids mentally, forever. (And I personally doubt Eden, given who and how he is, would want a life like PC has and relationship like PC has, for his daughters.) So what do you think would be the biggest changes Eden would go through when kids started popping up around the house? What about when these kids become teens? Especially sons who start to challenge his rule of the "domain"? He's obviously very invested in the "what is his is his" mentality, and I worry that he would (maybe not outright and directly) feel like even his own children intrude on his domain, routine and relationship?

Disagreements between the two of you becomes a thing that happens behind closed doors - or on days when it's bad, hidden poorly under passive aggressiveness.

Sex between the two of you becomes a commodity to snatch at whenever there's a moments peace - a chance to feel that bond reaffirmed for Eden. He doesn't really care what it is for you. He never will, no matter how much he loves you.

His girls? Well, there's nothing that they can't do! They can be just like their brothers! No difference, not to Eden. Mommy is special, Mommy likes living this way - you all have to be like Daddy though. It's safest to be like Daddy. If you can't be like him, you should live with a sibling when you're older so they can keep you safe.

The ones who start biting back? Eden learns over the years how to create fear. He learns how to create boogeymen that keep the kids from questioning things. Learns what to introduce them to and promise its real. Like a cult. Of course, some start wanting to go. To find out what the world is like - but they were never raised for it. They'll come crawling back to open arms when they realise that no one out there has use for a tanner, a hunter, who can't even use a computer.

The family will keep them safe, and happy.

#spill your guts #alwaysdrinkenoughwater #eden the hunter #female reader #cw mental abuse #cw noncon mention

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an-albino-pinetree · 4 months

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There is slight dark themes in this comic! There is no Nsfw, and nothing is shown, there’s nothing graphic done or said, but the “comic” itself is about the lead up to a non consensual act. You could look at this as both dub con or non con, either way, if those themes upset you, I wouldn’t read this! Thank you! - Implied touching, Carnival is way too chipper given the circumstances, examination stuff, reader is referred to as “patient”, light violence mention, POV, scopophobia:

#my stuff #cw scopophobia #implied #implied noncon #cw noncon #cw dubcon #cw suggestive #medical cw #violence mention #minors do not interact #hopefully this is easy to read in the right order ; ;#carnival au #carnival!jax #tadc jax #jax #I’m really happy with the expressions in this one hehehe #long post #you don’t understand #you DONT understand this is my THING-

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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no thoughts,, just,, the pc finally paying all the debt that they owe bailey so they demanded him to finally let them go but,, bailey just,, can’t,, they can’t handle the thought of them leaving the orphanage,, leaving HIM,, so they just make up some bullshit excuse as a desperate attempt to make them stay,, the pc immediately saw right through him though and just,, blew up,, what is it this time?? what other shit are they gonna be forced to do just to be set free?? why can’t he just let them go?? BONUS POINTS IF THE SIDE PLOT IS THE LAST BAILEY FICLET U WROTE WHERE THE PC JUST USES BAILEY FOR SEX JDNWHJSJSJSJSJHWJSJWJ 😼😼

eheh so

[part 1] [part 2]

(gn Reader, you/you; amab Bailey, he/him; noncon; incredibly brief gun mention; aaaaaaangst; penetration, reader receiving; collaring)

Words: ~1.1k

"Here."

Bailey doesn't look up as you hold out an envelope, this week's "rent" tucked safely inside. He doesn't see you roll your eyes dramatically as he continues to work on his computer, slowly yet steadily typing away, but he doesn’t need to. Not really. He knows you by now, more than he's really willing to admit.

You huff a small laugh, letting the door shut with a soft click as you take confident slides across the room. Unafraid. Makes his blood boil. Makes his jaw tense, his fingers twitch. You haven’t been afraid of him for far too long, since before the first time you took his cock. Of course not, not when you’ve just used him for a good lay. People don’t tend to fear their toys. Maybe mock shudder at the size, gasp about the thickness, mark out the length on their arm. But fear them? No. No, people don’t fear their toys, and that’s what you've been using Bailey as this whole time. A toy.

That would change today.

He’d make sure of it.

You toss the envelope on his desk, laughing as you slide between your caretaker and his work. Laughing at how he lets you. It’s with a practiced ease that you straddle him, arms draping over strong shoulders and a hand coming up to thread through dark locks. It feels nice, having you close, body pressed to his, nails scratching his scalp. Still, Bailey sneers as you block his computer from view, scarred hands falling to rest on your hips as their place at the keyboard becomes useless.

“Pouting?” you coo, laughing again when his only response is to give your hips a harsh squeeze. "Big bad Bailey, upset that his favorite is leaving? Mopey you won't get a nice fuck every now and then?” Teasingly, you rock your hips forward, pressing against the growing bulge in Bailey’s trousers. There’s a spark in your eyes, an infuriating grin on your lips as you delight in his body’s reactions to yours. “Want one last fuck before I leave the shit hole forever, hm?”

He ignores the twinge in his chest at your words, instead meeting your mirth-filled gaze with a deadpan stare. "I don't have favorites-"

"Course not," you butt in with another soft laugh.

"And you're not leaving."

Your laugh dies, body going stiff in Bailey's lap. "What?"

Squirming gets you nowhere, Bailey is more than ready for your reaction, his grip on your hips bound to bruise as he keeps you firmly in place. The bruises on your hips might even match the ones you’re giving him, fingers digging into his forearms.

“This is my last payment,” you snarl, all the light-hearted teasing long gone as you keep trying to put space between you and your caretaker to no avail. The only thing you achieve is to unintentionally grind against Bailey’s cock in your struggles.

“You still owe me.”

You freeze, fury burning bright in your eyes as you look at him. “That’s bullshit,” you all but spit. “I’ve paid your fucked up ‘debt’ back, I owe you nothing.”

There’s a beat of silence as you and Bailey stare each other down. Maybe you realize it then, that Bailey won’t let you go, that he can’t. Maybe from the way his pupils have blown wide, maybe from the tilt of his jaw, maybe from the way he hasn’t done anything to hurt you besides keep an iron grip on you. Maybe from the way his cock is still hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers.

It doesn’t matter, really.

With a half-strangled shriek, your hands wrap around his throat. That’s all he needs for him to justify slamming you back onto his desk, one hand keeping your wrists pinned so you can’t claw at his face, the other ripping away your clothing so he can show you where you belong. You want to tease him? String him along for months? Use him? Fine, he dealt with that, he dealt with the tightness in his chest and the long nights where he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering to you. He made plans and fuck if he wasn’t going to follow through on them.

You’re yelling, swearing, thrashing in his grip. But that doesn’t matter. It doesn't. Not when your insults turn to pleas or when your screams turn to sobs. It doesn’t matter. Bailey tugs down his trousers just enough to free his aching erection from the confines of his pants. It’s then that tears spring to your eyes as you feel the fat head of his cock press against your entrance, an act that makes something in his chest twinge even while it makes his cock twitch. Both are equally concerning if he were to be honest with himself, which he isn’t. Instead he ignores both, pressing into you with no prep, delicious friction almost painful.

It’s as he bottoms out, sharp hip bones pressed flush against you, that you go limp, fight dying out in you as Bailey sets up his customary brutal pace. Normally something like this would have you squealing, singing his praises with your ankles locked behind his back and any snarled demand for you to shut it only making you clench around him harder.

Not this time. Of course not, he knew what he was doing. Still, the way you just lay across his desk, taking it, eyes glassy with unshed tears and focused on some point behind him makes him want to get your attention. Fully.

The hand not keeping your wrists pinned grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t look away.”

“I hate you.”

If something cracks in Bailey’s chest at those words, he doesn’t show it. “I know.”

You don’t say anything else, don’t do anything else, silently fighting back tears of pain and frustration, enduring Bailey’s treatment of you until he cums with a soft grunt.

He keeps himself pressed against you as he cums, painting your insides with his seed.

Marking you, he thinks dimly, before shaking the thought from his head.

You lay there, motionless on his desk as he keeps you pinned.

Perfect.

Without looking, he pulls open the top drawer on his desk. Normally he’d have it locked, his gun tucked securely inside. Not today, though. Not when he knew you’d be stopping by to give your “last” payment. Before you get the chance to try squirming away again, his hands are around your throat, snuggly securing a shock collar in place.

Your hands fly to the metal, attempting to tug it off, but it’s already too late.

“See,” he says with a sneer, “you’re not leaving.”

#bailey the caretaker #degrees of lewdity #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw gun mention #cw gun mention

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yandere--stuck · 1 year

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Insomniac!Darling: hey what are these pills for

Yandere, eyeing your drink:

#implied drugging #drugging tw #forced drugging #tw drugging #drugging mention #noncon drugging #drugging cw #yandere x reader

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yellow-computer-mouse · 5 days

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Headcanon Time!

was just scrolling through the utmv headcanon tag so hehehehe

name color (under cut) is fave color (also hc) btw!

Nightmare

Dream

Dust

Blue

Ink

Red

Violet

Nightmare

He/They/Dark

The transest man you've ever met

Is super dramatic and does a lil song and dance number to keep his sanity

Likes Will Wood, Bears in Trees, Twenty-One Pilots, The Front Bottoms, 6arelyhuman.. RIProducer...

He got dragged into BiT by Red and he hates it

He's super embarrassed that he listens to vocaloid (for some reason)

He's autistic

Like. Almost all the DSM-5 symptoms to a T.

He has really intense flat affect and low empathy

He has troubles with speech and didn't start speaking until he and Dream were like 4.

Even still he pronounces the letter t as more of a d sound

Except in butterfly... catch him calling them "blubberflap" ...it feels better on his tongue, okay?

Has CWP, CFS, and POTS.

Denies this

Likes sharks

Denies this

Likes bugs

...Doesn't deny this, actually

He has a pendant of a bug trapped in amber

It's his favorite thing ever

Killer took it once and was not prepared for Nightmare's reaction

Panromantic asexual

Asexual through trauma

Has very bad social anxiety

Like. Bad.

He has had one (1) anxiety attack (that he can remember) and he hated it

Only time he's ever actively ran away from someone talking to him

Bonded with a pygmy of himself and now it's a service animal and squeaks at him when he's gonna have a fainting spell

He's an age regressor! Usually regresses around 4-6

Sleeptalks loud enough to wake up other people

Has caught himself sleeptalking (he felt himself reach up and say something as he was waking up)

English is his second language, Spanish being his first!

He learned a lot of grammar and pronunciation through the other bad guys

Because of this, he did not know "hoe" also meant farming tool and not just slut

He has a lot of allergies.. main ones being something in a specific soap scent (he can't figure out what), mildly to dogs, severely to rabbits, pollen, something in those fake pinecones, and dandelions!

Most of those make him break out in hives

He has a lot of stuffed animals and blankets

His bed's essentially a nest

Summer is his favorite season

He likes swimming.. if only he knew how

Dream

They/He/She

Genderfluid, masc/andro leaning

Intersex as well! He has unusually high levels of estrogen

He usually wants to present as the opposite of his gender.. like he's an effeminate dude or a masc chick

Straight > bi-curious > pan > bi > gay

They want to garden!!... but they kill everything they touch

AuDHD

Hyper-empathy

Cries when someone drops a stuffed animal

Teases Nightmare relentlessly for his speech impediment (in a sibling way not a bully way)

Is lactose intolerant

Has a lot of GI issues bc autism

Nightmare bullies him for this (again sibling way)

One of his legs is longer than the other!

His favorite season is winter

He learned how to swim because Nightmare read him a detailed description of what happens when you drown and he has been deathly afraid of swimming ever since

Is a complete and total caffeine addict

Dust

They/It/He

Transmasc agender therian

Their theriotype is a lynx :)

AuDHD

Their special interests are birds, music, and Portal

Their favorite is GLaDOS and they are eternally disappointed in the simps

They don't get shifts

They also have OCD and schizo-affective disorder

They badly doodle birds on sticky notes and leave them around the castle

They're semiverbal/nonverbal and mostly communicate through ASL and little eeks

They will tell you to "go eek yourself"

This is easily misheard as "go eat yourself"

They are not telling you to kill yourself. They are telling you to eek yourself

what this means is unclear

They like playing Stardew Valley

They marry Abigail or Krobus every time

Every. Time.

He's a DM for D&D with Blue and Red and a couple others

Blue

He/Him!

AMAB nonbinary!

SWAG!!!!

He's deaf!

He's autistic!

He's scarily observant!

He's EVERYTHING AND MORE!!

He knows your full name!

He will not tell you how!

It is surprisingly not through stalking! He would never!!

He can remember the names of every single child in all of his classes throughout school!

He still holds a grudge against Kelly from second grade!

To be fair, she was a bitch!

He plays jumprope with his war hammer! Yes! Jumprope!

He spins it and jumps over it as he does so!

This is to assert dominance!

He runs a tattoo parlor!

He plays D&D with Dust!

His character starts cults themed around himself and rakes in NPCs as followers!

This is not concerning!

be not afraid

Ink

They/He

Bisexual

Their favorite color changes all the time!!

Right now it's red :3

They use kaomojis ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

And star emojis ✨⭐🪄🌟🌙💛💫

very good

His love language is penguin pebbling!

Once he knows you like something he will never stop bothering you with it

Just

best boy

Red

He/Worm

He's nonbinary and doesn't care to explore past that

Surely the fact that he hates his gruff voice and wants to wear skirts has nothing to do with gender

He loooooves Bears in Trees and pestered Nightmare until he listened to them (he loved it)

He's autistic but has no clue

Everyone else knows

He's a lot

But he's friendly

Almost too friendly

He's very loud

But he's friendly!

He also can't spell

Violet

She/Him

Transfem bigender genderfluid demigirl

As in

She's transfemenine bigender

and those two genders are genderfluid and demigirl

👍

She's best friends with Nightmare and makes him paint his nails (he loves it)

She makes him leave his house (he doesn't love it)

She will bring you waffles

10/10 friend

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