#tw: referenced consensual sex

[isleofdarkness]

Writing this I realized my main thoughts on Evie's backstory are "DIE DIE GRIMHILDE DIE", to which... wow, what a surprise, never would have crossed my mind/s

AAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN. How fucking full of shit you have to be to starve a BABY for them to not be fat. Who starves a newborn? Who does that? Genuinely, who the fuck does that? Oh god, I hate her so much.

You know what pisses me off the most? THIS IS REAL. I mean, obviously is not real, but like- this shit happens A LOT. PEOPLE STARVE THEIR CHILDREN. Like, is common. I can name three or five friends of mine whose mothers implanted diet culture and self-hatred into them and GOD- I hate almond moms with a burning passion. Anyways, going back to the review-

“If she wasn't getting those, doctors are sure she wouldn't have made it even another two years.” Im ok, everything is totally fine, nothing wrong, everythi

“Grimhilde made sure her daughter knew how to sexually attract and please men.” 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

“Her bedroom, which had once been her beloved refuge, had become a place she couldn't stand due to all of the horrific memories made in that room.” “Evie felt the boy go completely stiff, breath coming far too quickly but with practiced silence- who even developed the skill to hyperventilate silently?” You depict abuse victims so well and in a way that doesn't feel caricatured, they feel real. Thank you.

“He was terrified, shaking and tense, the same kind of terror Evie felt when her mother was angry.” Poor babies, they deserve the world :(

“When his blue eyes finally meet hers, he suddenly looks so much older. In her moments of vulnerability, when she dared look in her cracked mirror, she knew her eyes could look like that.” Is this about Evie looking younger due to undernutrition? (“...she's clearly underdeveloped. The poor girl looks like she's thirteen without her makeup.”)

Evie and Malcolm are the cutest, I want to hug both of them.

Also fuck that guy, whoever he is. I'm glad Agony beat his ass.

“Agony was the first girl her own age she had ever met. The first girl she'd ever been friends with- the second friend she'd ever had. Evie was absolutely thrilled.” I love them, Evie's so in love.

“Evie dared not get up as Grimhilde screamed at her. She screamed about the company Evie was keeping, using every racist term towards Black people that she knew, calling Agony a cripple and Malcolm a retard (along with several other derogatory terms for people with Down Syndrome that I won't repeat,) insulting them based on their backgrounds (Agony's "whore mother" and calling Malcolm a slave because of his mother-) if there was a way Grimhilde could insult the two, she used it. She blamed Evie for her assault, shaming her for "being a cheap whore instead of a princess" and acting as though Evie had consensually had sex and hadn't been a child raped by an adult. She forced Evie to apologize to her, then forced her to apologize to the man who'd assaulted her for the "trouble she'd caused" and having people "hurt an innocent man." ” I HATE HER SO MUCH. GOD. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER. The fact a child rapist knew he could go to her and tell her about how he had assault her daughter multiple times and, not only not face any consequences, but also get that child to APOLOGISE TO HIM talks about how much of a shitty mother AND person Grimhilde is. Also, all the slurs? 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

I had two moods reading this "Evie, Malcolm and Agony are the cutest and deserve the best" and "FUCK GRIMHILDE, I HATE HER"

Thankfully, the worst part is about to be over. Now she has a friend with connections to people who can help her. Of course, better doesn't mean her life is going to be perfect.

(TW for starving a child and referenced child sexual abuse and assault)

The amount of times I've heard about people restricting how much a baby eats to give them a "slender figure-" babies are supposed to be fat! That baby fat they have is very important! And babies are growing so rapidly, they need a certain amount of calories so that they can grow and their bones can fuse and their brains can develop! I agree, it's messed up.

Children deserve to not worry about their weight. They deserve decadence and the joys of life. Yeah, they still need to be healthy, but children deserve to have candy and sweets and food that isn't always healthy. Their bodies are still developing, they need this stuff because even unhealthy things make up a natural part of their diet. They have a minimum daily calorie requirement and certain vitamins to help their internal organs develop properly. To deprive them of that and blame their perfectly healthy weight is not only cruel, it's medically dangerous. Let kids exist without counting calories and sabotaging their bodies by trying to stay slim.

Thankfully, she's getting better. It's slow-going and doctors aren't sure how much is going to be permanent, but she's getting better and the damage is starting to mend.

Absolutely horrific to put that on any child, especially one who is elementary school age, Grimhilde.

Thank you. I'm trying really hard to convey how horrific child abuse is, and I'm glad I'm getting it across.

They do deserve the world. They deserve the entire galaxy.

You know how children have this young look in their eyes? Like you can look into their eyes and tell that they haven't seen as much of the world, that they're innocent and carefree? It's like this beautiful spark they have in their eyes. Malcolm didn't have that spark. His eyes were serious, tired, filled with way too much experience for someone so young. Evie had seen that spark leave her eyes over the past year or so, and she had seen how it made her face seem older, more adult. A child without that spark just seems older than they are, and that's what Evie meant. Malcolm, like her, didn't have that innocence anymore. He'd been through too much, like she had, and it had forced him to mature far too early.

They're very cute.

He was just some minion. That was one of the only times Agony didn't regret using her power (most times have been on accident and, while this one was, too, she doesn't feel that sorry that it happened.)

They were already so important to each other.

Evie had found the first two positive connections to other people she'd ever had, the first two friendships, the first two connections to children her own age, and Grimhilde spent a solid hour insulting them. It was horrific. As for that guy, you'll be pleased to know that Agony told her uncle and that that guy is never going to hurt Evie or any other small child ever again.

Both moods are extremely valid and are exactly what I was going for. Thank you so, so much.

#descendants #descendants au #the darkness speaks #isle of darkness #original character #descendants oc #amara olympian #malcolm mim #genevive isabella char #descendants evie #caps #swearing

[ao3feed-superbat]

Clark Kent's months of Terrifying Mortality: A Love Story

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VItC0vp by Only_The_Queerest_Gods_Hypnos_and_Apollo Clark Kent is dying from his Kryptonite poison, transmitted via everyone's favourite bald-headed villain, Lex Luthor, and slowly. He had never felt more alone in the world. But Maybe his friends Batman, Wonder Woman and Lois Lane can get him through it . And what if this new crush on billionaire, socialite Bruce Wayne, just blooms into something more? And what was this new mafia business, and how is it linked to Alaskan green tech? And just who were all these mysterious people following and watching him? Clark Kent has a lot to do in his final months this summer. Hopefully win a Pulitzer, high five Batman, and , most importantly, score Bruce Wayne. So he better get on it fast. A story of love, friendship, and friendly mortality And gratuitous action-violence. This is a love story// This is a Detective Story :) Words: 3805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Duke Thomas, Perry White, Cassandra Cain, Wally West, Shayera Hol, John Stewart (DCU), J'onn J'onzz, Arthur Curry (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane Additional Tags: American Football, Love, Idiots in Love, Humour, Mortality, Explosions, Major Character Undeath, Multiple times BA-BY, Sons and daughters and kids and fathers, Found Family, literally they keep stumbling into each other, Poisoning, slight cancer TW metaphors used, ex-love, past relationships gone wrong, Toxicity, fun-and-tumble-romance, past teen romance, Pulitzers mentioned, high-speed reporter-work, Attempted Murder, Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional Hugs, long discussions of mortality, Themyscira (DCU), slow forgiveness, viewed fragility, high-rise buildings, Moving On, moving forward, Finding Love, in tough times, it's sweet and it's sad and it's action packed and it's funny what more do you want?, Consensual Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VItC0vp

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

[notjustsmutficfest]

list of betas you can contact!

here is a list of the lovely people who have volunteered to be a beta for our lovely writers!

mads

tumblr: @blouprint

where to contact mads: tumblr please! either blouprint or my main is officialbeemovie

likes to beta: no preference!

dislikes to beta: Preferably not anything with a/b/o dynamics

can be a cheerleader if needed

is able to britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from mads: "I can beta short fics relatively quickly, I'm okay with betaing long fic but I work 40+ hours a week so it may take me a bit longer!

fabienne

tumblr: @jalboyh-otb

how to contact fabienne: email or tumblr (jalboyh-otb) /twitter (jalboyh_otb)

likes to beta: I'm open to a lot of things and don't want to limit the options to much! I would like to beta friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, pining/oblivious characters and I especially love it if it include some banter and a lot of sexual tension between the protagonists.

dislikes to beta: hard no: massive age gaps, sugar daddy/baby, non consensual stuff, Somnophilia

can be a cheerleader if needed

cannot britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from fabienne: I haven't done this before, but I've been reading fan fiction for quite some time and I am eager to help authors implement their ideas and become part of the writing process. Due to my lack of experience I may need some guidance to be able to fulfill your expectations. First and foremost I want everybody involved to be comfortable, therefore I'm looking for open communication and feedback, so that I can give you my best. I just want to offer my help and support you within something your passionate about :) Depending on the writer's preferences I can just proofread or give my own input, thoughts & criticism and I'm willing to give whatever feedback the writer specifically asks for. I am comfortable with giving constructive criticism and compliments. My schedule is very accommodating right now, which means I can get back to you pretty fast and should be able to meet deadlines without any difficulty. Most likely I'll start betaing something within the same day.

rae

tumblr: @huggieshalo

how to contact rae: discord: r.ivver#8462

likes to beta: no preference!

dislikes to beta: hard no's are abo, vampire characters, pretty okay with most other things

can be a cheerleader if needed

cannot britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from rae: I haven't done much as a beta but I just want to lend my help. the longest fic I've beta once is 14k words. I can vet for mistakes and grammar pretty easily. I believe I'm good at paraphrasing and I've received feedback that I'm a good cheerleader. I may not be as good at finding tenses mistake as I suck that that in my own writing. I read pretty quickly so I prefer to beta after the work is finished. and I usually can only beta over the weekends so better to be a one time thing

tricia

tumblr: @dirtycheaponsilverstreet

how to contact tricia: tumblr/email

likes to beta: angst, fluff, historical au's

dislikes to beta: TW for self harm/depression

can be a cheerleader if needed

is able to britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from tricia: I'm a fast reader so I have no preference of long fic (over 100K takes me a day or so) (30-50K takes me about 2-3 hours), I have a good eye for typos, Not very good with grammar but I have tools for it I can share with. (i.e. Grammarly). I can give an honest feed back if what I'm getting from the fic is the same theme as what the author intends it for.

var

tumblr: @ifyoubelievethatguyissuperman

how to contact var: tumblr, discord (the_ductape_goddess#4145)

likes to beta: love me some kink, so that’s always welcome! (i’m comfortable with all kinds of kink/fetishes, even the dark and heavy stuff) also, i love plotty smut—worldbuilding, referencing a backstory, all of it!

dislikes to beta: hard no: het sex (and i don’t mean penis-in-vagina, just heterosexual sex)

can be a cheerleaer if needed

cannot britpick

is okay with betaing more than one fic (currently betaing 0 fics)

notes from var: i can beta quickly and throughly, but when my adhd acts up sometimes i forget to, so i work best with people who don’t mind giving reminding me to do it

this is my first time making a list like this, so hopefully it was clear and easy to navigate, but if anyone has any questions whether you're a writer or beta, feel free to send me a message! :)

*betas, if you have any changes you'd like me to make to your info, let me know & i'm happy to do so*

#not just smut fic fest #not just smut fic fest betas #betas

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Clark Kent's months of Terrifying Mortality: A Love Story

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EqoSZlQ by Only_The_Queerest_Gods_Hypnos_and_Apollo Clark Kent is dying from his Kryptonite poison, transmitted via everyone's favourite bald-headed villain, Lex Luthor, and slowly. He had never felt more alone in the world. But Maybe his friends Batman, Wonder Woman and Lois Lane can get him through it . And what if this new crush on billionaire, socialite Bruce Wayne, just blooms into something more? And what was this new mafia business, and how is it linked to Alaskan green tech? And just who were all these mysterious people following and watching him? Clark Kent has a lot to do in his final months this summer. Hopefully win a Pulitzer, high five Batman, and , most importantly, score Bruce Wayne. So he better get on it fast. A story of love, friendship, and friendly mortality And gratuitous action-violence. This is a love story// This is a Detective Story :) Words: 3805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Duke Thomas, Perry White, Cassandra Cain, Wally West, Shayera Hol, John Stewart (DCU), J'onn J'onzz, Arthur Curry (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane Additional Tags: American Football, Love, Idiots in Love, Humour, Mortality, Explosions, Major Character Undeath, Multiple times BA-BY, Sons and daughters and kids and fathers, Found Family, literally they keep stumbling into each other, Poisoning, slight cancer TW metaphors used, ex-love, past relationships gone wrong, Toxicity, fun-and-tumble-romance, past teen romance, Pulitzers mentioned, high-speed reporter-work, Attempted Murder, Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional Hugs, long discussions of mortality, Themyscira (DCU), slow forgiveness, viewed fragility, high-rise buildings, Moving On, moving forward, Finding Love, in tough times, it's sweet and it's sad and it's action packed and it's funny what more do you want?, Consensual Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EqoSZlQ

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[ao3feed-hannor]

Blueberries and Cream

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53168251 by GLXYQST Blueberries and cream. That was the pervasive scent of the Omegan serial killer always one step ahead of Lieutenant Hank Anderson and the rest of the DPD. An expert from CanidLife is called in as a consultant—Connor Stern, smart, attractive, and a major pain in Hank’s knot. Will the two of them close the case, or will the murderer known as the Rut Killer remain at large?   TW: There is mentioned/implied past rape, murder, and genital mutilation; abduction and drugged sex; and mind manipulation. Words: 1898, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor, Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: hankconhavenwinterexchange, Alternate Universe - No Androids (Detroit: Become Human), Alternate Universe - Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Bondage, Control, Drugged Sex, Abduction, Forced Relationship, Mind Manipulation, Needles, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Bondage, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Master/Pet, Serial Killer, Genital Mutilation, Connor and Hank live read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53168251

#IFTTT #Hannor #Hankcon #AO3feed #Detroit Become Human

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[ao3feed-danganronpa]

i routed a labyrinth to your lap

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YsKufnJ

by rulanarinrush

Utsuro, Yamato, and a bit of shame and shared trauma. DRA: IF canon divergence. Massive content warning for a traumatic flashback episode during sex, as well as characters consenting to things they'd rather say no to, though everything in this fic does have explicit verbal consent. Please mind all the tags.

The direct sequel to the dog underneath the train(Part 1 of the series). You don't really have to read that one first, but you might be confused about a couple of things referenced here.

Words: 5828, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Danganronpa IF verse

Fandoms: Danganronpa Another: Another Despair Academy, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Utsuro (Dangan Ronpa), Kisaragi Yamato

Relationships: Kisaragi Yamato/Utsuro

Additional Tags: Fangan Ronpa: Danganronpa Another - Another Despair Academy, Character Study, Traumatic Flashback During Sex, Danganronpa another: IF, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, utsuro survives dra if au, Consent Issues, Penetrative Sex, Oral Sex, Slight Dom/Sub, tw: gun mention, but not during the sex tho lol, one magic boner joke, consensual but horrible sex that turns into slightly lukewarm sex, do you like too much self hatred in your porn? Click here!, trans Yamato Kisaragi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YsKufnJ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Please please please jake and kauri cuddle iTS ALL I ASK JAKE IS SO LARGE YET SO SOFT WITH SMOL KAURI. Like maybe kauris having a nightmare or heard nat raise her voice on the phone and gets all submissive and jake just does The Thing

CW: Referenced consensual but awful and traumatizing spice - toes the line with dubcon, vague references to past noncon, conditioning, brainwashing, PTSD/trauma

Dustin (referenced) belongs to @shameless-whumper l. Jack (referenced) belongs to @spiffythespook

"Kauri, what the fuck? It's pouring out there!"

Kauri doesn't answer him, and he isn't smiling. His curly black hair is pressed flat to his skull, soaked through with rain, and his wide blue eyes are blank, empty except for an awful drowning guilt.

He's not wearing one of Dustin's sweaters, which is never a good sign. All he's got on is some tight jeans and a shirt that's cut high enough to show a sliver of pale stomach. He lets the backpack drop heavily to the ground, and looks slowly up at Jake from the entryway.

Jake, sitting on the couch, slowly sets his beer down.

"Kauri?"

The runaway Box Boy, who moves so constantly no one can seem to hold him down, stands statue-still.

"Hey." Jake stands, glancing back towards the stairs. It's almost midnight and the rescues are largely tucked in for the night - Chris is in Jake's bed, as per usual, pressed against the wall and pretending Jake won't notice him there. Leila is probably talking to Krista, asking about her new job. Antoni has music going - Jake can hear it filter downstairs.

Nat's been asleep since nine-thirty, simply saying, I'm old.

Jake thinks she's worried about something. He hasn't dared ask what.

"Hey, Kaur, I need you to talk to me."

Kauri blinks at him, then gives a whole-body shudder, all at once. Jake moves closer and Kauri flinches back, smacking back into the door he'd just shut behind him.

Jake flips the lightswitch and sees what he didn't see before.

Kauri's got a black eye, and a busted lip, and...

"Kauri. Did someone choke you?"

Blue eyes on his, barely seeing him. The smear of a bruise under one already purpling, going dark. Blood on his lip, split open. A swipe of red on his chin. Circles of red around his neck, gradually beginning to darken, too. Not fingers, no - something tightened there.

"H-he found out what I am," Kauri's voice trembles, is hoarse. There are tears threatening, now. Any moment they'll spill over. "I met this guy and he bought... I thought he just wanted dinner, I d-didn't know he knew... He said he wouldn't tell anyone, b-but... he kept saying, say when, say no, say this is too much, but... He didn't... I was okay, Jake, I'm okay, I'm just... I just..."

Jake pushes back all the things he wants to say, questions he wants to ask. None of them will help, in the end. None of them matter, in this moment. He moves forward instinctively, the old house moving around him, settling on its foundation.

The stairs creak behind him.

"I don't know why, why I... why I don't know... Why can't I just..." Kauri crumbles, knees buckling and falling to the ground. "Why can't I stop? With them? Why don't I want to stop?"

Jake drops quick to a crouch and pulls Kauri to his chest, feeling Kauri's wiry arms latch around him. His hair is soaking a damp spot into Jake's shirt and his skin feels chilled, clammy with wet. Jake doesn't let go.

"You're here, Kaur. We've got you. Stick it out here for a few days, I'll call Jack-"

"Can't call Jack," Kauri mumbles against him. "I got Jack hurt. All I do is get Jack hurt. All I ever do is get people hurt because of me! Because, be-because, because we're just fucking whores who don't know how to stop!"

"Sssshhhh, that's a goddamn lie. That's some fucking bullshit they taught you but it's not true." Jake sighs, thinks it over, and then sweeps one arm beneath Kauri's knees and the other slips behind his back. He picks the slim, lithe young man up like a man carrying his bride and turns to go upstairs-

Chris is already there. Curled into a tiny ball, staring with frightened eyes, in Jake's shirt again and a pair of boxers for sleep pants. Mussed-up hair and big green eyes.

"... shit."

"What-what, what happened to, to Kauri?" Chris asks, his voice a whisper.

"He got hurt by someone. That rain is real fuckin' cold, Chris, so let's run a bath, okay?"

Chris nods, slowly, one of his hands moving in a strange rhythmic twist of fingers, tapping against the wall. He does it sometimes when he's frightened, it gives away whatever he wants to hide. "Is he right?" Chris whispers. "Are we, are, are we really just just just-"

"No," Jake says flatly, harsh enough that Chris flinches. "No, I'm sorry, buddy. I just mean... you're not. Kauri's having a bad night."

"I want to stop," Kauri whimpers against Jake's chest. "I want to stop and I can't."

Jake takes a deep breath. Two of them, one in the middle of a spiral and the other one teetering on the cusp. Nat asleep, and he doesn't want to wake her for this, not yet, not if he doesn't have to.

Jake just walks up the stairs, carefully setting his feet to avoid the loud spots, and Chris trails after him like a beautiful ghost. They sit in silence while the bathtub fills, Jake peeling Kauri's shirt off while Chris makes quick work of shoes, sopping wet socks, and even helps Kauri, boneless and teary, to shimmy out of his pants.

Jake lifts him into the tub like a child, kneels next to it, and slides his arms around Kauri from behind, his elbows resting on the ceramic, his chin on Kauri's wet hair.

"Bath first," Jake says, softly. "Then sleep, and we'll talk it out in the morning."

"I can't stop," Kauri says, softly. "I don't know how to say no."

"I know. We'll talk about where to go from here tomorrow. Tonight, let's just... let's just get through the moment."

Chris moves across the floor, attaching himself like a barnacle to Jake's side, pressing against him. He's shaking.

"I'll, uh, I'll learn how to, to, to say no? Right, Jake? Won't I? What, what, what if someone wants to, to hurt-... to be my new Sir, what if-..."

Jake swallows around the lump in his throat.

"Then I'll find you, Chris," Jake says, keeping his voice low. "No matter what. And I'll... I'll figure it out from there. Kauri, I'm calling the counselor tomorrow."

Every other time, he's fought it and disappeared. This time, he just nods. His jaw trembles, his busted lip quivers.

"I'll learn to say no," Kauri says, a jagged edge of grief to the words. "I'll stop hurting Jack."

"I, I, I want to say no, too," Chris whispers into Jake's shirt.

And I want permission to fucking murder all the assholes who took that away.

#whump #tw: trauma recovery #trauma recovery whump #tw: referenced consensual sex #tw: referenced past violence #tw: referenced past assault #tw: referenced past noncon #black eye #split lip #recovering whumpee #broken whumpee #future kauri #jake the shelter guy #chris the strawberry blond romantic #kauri having a bad night #box boy multiverse #box boy universe #box boy

[whumpqin]

Day 9: Nightmares

Just realized today that I’ve officially gone past the number of days I went in the past challenge! Yay milestones!

Taglist: @faewhump @imagination1reality0 @galaxywhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes @whump-story-prompts @burtlederp @whumpasaurus101

CW: Knives, glass, nightmare, noncon kiss, torture, blood, panic attack, touch aversion, whumpee becoming the whumper, immobilization, monster whumper intimate/creepy/sadistic, vaguely referenced consensual sex (blink and you’ll miss it), ~symbolism~, pet whump, dehumanization, inhuman whumpee, and perhaps others! Please let me know if something should be tagged.

Word Count: 1,381

“I love you,” he said, drawing another clean cut across his chest. Not deep enough to mortally wound, but enough to sting.

It’s clear he didn’t want to kill him. It’s clear that he wanted to hurt him.

“Please, Caleb,” Omri begged. Tears fell from his eyes as he drew in heavy gasps, trying to scream, only to have his voice fade and echo into nothing. “Please, don’t let them do this, please, help me…”

Caleb smiled, unmoved by the blood splatters across his face, or the knife-shaped glass in his hands. The cool expression read as nothing beyond completely empty. Drained of anything that could make him a person.

He fiddled with the collar around his neck, plucking at the metal tag that hung from it. Like he was a dog.

“It’s Elisha. Didn’t you hear?” He almost… giggles. Purposefully childish. Like they were playing a game. Caleb-Elisha leaned forward, half-lidding his one present eye while he hovered over Omri. “Maybe you weren’t listening. Guess I should start over again, huh?”

Elisha pressed a slow, painfully passionate kiss to Omri’s lips, before pulling away to look him in the eye.

“I love you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Another cut was drawn across his stomach, deeper this time, and Omri could feel the welling blood dripping off of his torso. He screamed through his nose, the only sound he could that he could actually hear, as his head pressed back into the pillow. Omri heard Elisha laugh again, delighted in feeling him struggle.

He couldn’t move. Like a weight pressed on his limbs as they were outstretched, allowing him to move his head back and forth in agony but always preventing his escape. It didn’t help that Elisha was straddling him, pressing him further into the suffocating bed that Omri so desperately wanted away from.

“Caleb! Caleb please, stop, you’re-you’re hurting me, please! Don’t let them get away with this, please don’t, please…” Omri sobbed into the crook of his elbow, all of the painful cuts and stings singing to his song, rippling outwards in pain every time he gasped for air.

“Aw, diamond… I think you’ve done a bit much, don’t you? Look at the poor thing…” Another voice crooned, honey sweet and sinister at the same time. Then, there was a whistle. “Hey, up here boy! Look at me.”

Omri forced his eyes open, and they drifted over to a solid red figure with too wide of a smile staring back at him, glittering like the garnet he had held in his hands just today. The smile somehow grew wider at the command being obeyed.

“You look like you could use a drink. Want some tea? Come on Elisha, get up off of him.” The figure only needed to crook their fingers back for Elisha to move. For a moment Omri lamented him going away, but then realized it was for the better. “Go on then. Get up.”

Omri tried to move his limbs, whining as they still were completely useless.

“I said get up, Omri. What, is this some sort of fun game to you? I’m offering tea out of the kindness of my heart, and you’re just rejecting me? How impolite.” The finger reached forward, grabbing one of Omri’s pointed ears with a clawed hand and tugging. “Maybe you’re not really a fairy at all?”

“I am, I am!” he cried. “Please, help me, I can’t move. Don’t leave me like this, please!”

“What a damn shame. I think he’s broken,” the red figure said, as if Omri wasn’t begging for his life. “I’m sorry Elisha, but I don’t think we can take this one with us. We’ll find you another chewtoy to play with, okay?”

“Oh… oka-”

A knock at the door made all of their heads turn. Omri’s breath caught in his throat.

Salvation.

“HE- mmmphmph!” Omri’s mouth was covered quickly by the red figure.

“Oh no you don’t. Listen to me, Omri. Hey, listen!” the figure hissed, shaking him lightly to get his attention. Omri whined through his nose, pleading desperately with them to let him go. “I think it’s time you got up, don’t you think?”

He whimpered. He couldn’t get up, that’s what he’s been trying to do. Why couldn’t they understand that?

They sighed, tilted their head as the knocking grew more intense. Like a pounding in Omri’s head, it started to ache.

“Come on, love. Do I have to do all the work around here? Here, let me show you…” They reached over, pulling a sharp, knife-like glass piece from the nightstand. They positioned it straight over Omri’s heart. Tears wept from his widened eyes with an increased fervor as the fear and anticipation in his heart built up. “You line up where you want to go, right?”

They smiled, sharp-toothed.

“Then you push.”

--

Omri awoke with a sharp gasp. Two hands were grabbing onto his shoulders, shaking him awake. He didn’t even check to see who it was before he pushed them to the side, leaping up off of wherever he was laying to stand straight up. His foot caught on an errant blanket, and he fell backwards into the floor with a loud thud.

In the darkness, a red figure scrambled off of the bed too, kneeling down beside Omri. Their hand reached out to press against his chest, and Omri screamed.

“No, get away from me! Don’t touch me! Please, please, it hurts, no more, please…” His screams readily devolved into sobs, as he curled inwards on himself to protect the cuts across his chest.

“Om, hey, Ommy! Look at me, hon, you’re okay, it’s alright,” the figure soothed, holding up defensive hands. Fiery eyes glinted in the darkness, horns stuck out in the figure’s silhouette and branched out into antlers, and a large tail swept across the floor. “That’s it, who am I? Tell me.”

“Qui…” Omri wiped his eyes quickly to get rid of the blurriness in his vision. “Quinn? Please… please tell me it’s you…”

“Yeah, yeah it is, hon. Look, I’m gonna just move on over here and turn the lights on, okay?”

When Omri nodded, the figure shifted over to his left, reaching to the nightstand. His breath hitched, for just a moment, until the lights flashed on, blinding him for a moment.

When he was able to finally blink his eyes open, he saw the full figure of Quinn staring down at him. Deep reddish skin marked with several scars and all the normal features of a Cambion- 

And totally naked. He forgot about that part.

“See? Just me. It’s just us here, Ommy. No one else,” Quinn said, smiling faintly at the recognition he must have seen in Omri’s eyes.

��No one else,” Omri repeated in a breathy tone. Relieved.

His eyes drifted downwards to his bare chest, where he had been clutching his supposed wounds, to see… nothing. Nothing beyond the faint, white scars where a knife had been so long ago. Omri breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing against the ground he had fallen onto.

“I saw him. In my dream.” Omri’s voice was raw, like he’d been screaming for a lot longer than it felt. He wondered, briefly, if those echoed screams found their way to real life. Maybe that’s why Quinn woke him up. He turned his gaze over to his, well, his friend for now, who stared at him in worry. “I saw him.”

It sounded like a confession. Maybe it was.

Quinn’s mouth parted in shock, in horror, then finally closed as his brow furrowed. He crouched low to meet eyes with Omri, fiery gaze darting over every feature on his bare form to ensure that he really was alright. “Omri…” he started, weariness making his accent thicker, drawing out the last vowel in Omri’s name.

Omri looked away. “I saw him, Quinn,” he repeated. Tears welled in his eyes and his lip quivered. Like his mind could barely understand what it had just seen. “I saw him, and… and I couldn’t… I-I...

The tears began to run rivers down his face as Omri grimaced and covered his face in shame. Grief again swelled in his heart at remembering the last words he heard from Caleb’s mouth.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

#whumptober2020 #no.9 #Nightmares #altprompt #OC #Fic #knives tw #glass #nightmare #noncon kiss #torture mention #blood tw #panic attack tw #touch aversion #immobilization #referenced consensual sex #pet whump #dehumanization #whumpee becoming whumper #monster whumper #inhuman whumpee #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper #creepy whumper #caretaker #whump #whump writing #my writing #Elisha's Story #Omri

[doomdaysdecays]

(Tw rape/noncon) Whumpee was blackmailed by whumper into having sex with whumper, but whumper was manipulative and because of it whumpee thinks they chose to have sex with whumper, and now they're struggling to convince their friends (who have just found out and are furious and protective) that it wasn't non-consensual if they chose to do it

CW: non-explicit referenced dubcon, manipulated, internalized victim blaming, argument, denying support

Whumpee’s hands clasped into each other until the knuckles had taken a troubling shade of white. “It was my choice, okay?”

Cursing, Friend gave the closest cupboard a harsh kick as if it was all its fault. “Not that again, Whumpee,” they hissed, helpless desperation shining through their angry facade, all the more so because the tears in their eyes couldn’t be mistaken for a glint of anger any longer. “I- I’m gonna kill that motherfucker for every single time he did that to you. You got that?”

“Friend is right,” Caretaker muttered. They were taken aback. Still. “How could you possibly blame yourself, Whumpee? After you were forced to do something you never wanted?”

“Because I chose it, for crying out loud!” Whumpee barked as the need to justify themselves grew unbearable. “Whumper let me decide, and I picked the way things would go! I consented, every fucking time!”

“That wasn’t consent,” Friend said blankly. The rage in their eyes had gone out, and only the remains of it seemed to waft over them like thick black smoke.

Caretaker reached out for Whumpee, but they withdrew from the offered embrace before they touched.

“You just want to believe your own version of the story,” Whumpee said. “You don’t care that I agreed to everything, or that despite everything Whumper tried to make me feel good, or anything I say at all. You’re not my friends.”

“Whumpee...”

“You don’t care about me at all.” Whumpee said it with a finality that chased an ice cold sensation down Caretaker’s spine. “That’s not true, and you know it.”

Whumpee shrugged, the movement alone exuding an abundance of sarcasm. “According to you I don’t even know my own story, so I wouldn’t be too sure of that.”

Friend stared unblinkingly and Caretaker’s expression softened a fraction. “You’ve been manipulated, Whumpee. I understand why this is hard for you. And I promise, Friend and I will do everything in our power to—”

“Oh, shut up!” Whumpee shoved them both aside and stomped out of sight until the only discernible sound from them was the door slamming. “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” they screamed without restraint, before finally: silence.

Caretaker held Friend close to their chest as they came undone with a gut wrenching sob. If they were being honest with themselves, they wanted to join in – cry until this nightmare was over. But Caretaker didn’t shed a tear, so Friend cried for both of them.

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#whump #whump drabble #angst #whump scenarios #whump writing #whump fic #whumpee #caretaker #whump scenario #emotional whump #psychological whump #whump aftermath #doomdays posting

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Clark Kent's months of Terrifying Mortality: A Love Story

by Only_The_Queerest_Gods_Hypnos_and_Apollo Clark Kent is dying from his Kryptonite poison, transmitted via everyone's favourite bald-headed villain, Lex Luthor, and slowly. He had never felt more alone in the world. But Maybe his friends Batman, Wonder Woman and Lois Lane can get him through it . And what if this new crush on billionaire, socialite Bruce Wayne, just blooms into something more? And what was this new mafia business, and how is it linked to Alaskan green tech? And just who were all these mysterious people following and watching him? Clark Kent has a lot to do in his final months this summer. Hopefully win a Pulitzer, high five Batman, and , most importantly, score Bruce Wayne. So he better get on it fast. A story of love, friendship, and friendly mortality And gratuitous action-violence. This is a love story// This is a Detective Story :) Words: 3805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Duke Thomas, Perry White, Cassandra Cain, Wally West, Shayera Hol, John Stewart (DCU), J'onn J'onzz, Arthur Curry (DCU) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane Additional Tags: American Football, Love, Idiots in Love, Humour, Mortality, Explosions, Major Character Undeath, Multiple times BA-BY, Sons and daughters and kids and fathers, Found Family, literally they keep stumbling into each other, Poisoning, slight cancer TW metaphors used, ex-love, past relationships gone wrong, Toxicity, fun-and-tumble-romance, past teen romance, Pulitzers mentioned, high-speed reporter-work, Attempted Murder, Cuddling, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional Hugs, long discussions of mortality, Themyscira (DCU), slow forgiveness, viewed fragility, high-rise buildings, Moving On, moving forward, Finding Love, in tough times, it's sweet and it's sad and it's action packed and it's funny what more do you want?, Consensual Sex via https://ift.tt/EqoSZlQ

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

[hurt-buck-archive]

Question! Sorry if this is weird? But do you know of fics that deal with Buck being sexually assaulted? Not necessarily “watching” it happen but like dealing with the aftermath and recovery?

Sunny’s Sunday Fic Recs

TW // DISCUSSION OF & RECOMMENDED FICS FEATURING SEXUAL ASSAULT BELOW THE CUT

Hey, nonnie! I don’t think it’s weird to ask. Various people seek out Sexual Assault (SA) fics for different reasons, likely similar to the reasons that writers write them. One author I spoke to writes it because it’s something they fear, another I’ve spoken to writes it because it’s something they’ve experienced.

That being said, I do have some recommendations for this whump, but I ask you to please proceed with caution.

REMEMBER: Sexual Assault is an umbrella term for various non-consensual sexual acts that does include rape, therefore, this list will have fics with rape and not just non-penetrative forms of SA.

NOTE: I’ve only included fics that I have read and believe to be written well and with consideration for such a heavy topic. I have not included fics that feature any SA that occurred while Buck was underage.

★ The Long Way (Series) by Juli

A natural disaster like a tsunami often brings out the best in people. Unfortunately, for Evan Buckley, it also brings out the worst.

The very worst.

▹ Rape/SA + Recovery/Healing. These two fics are by far the most detailed SA recovery fics I have ever read. Be warned that the first story does feature some of the assault, but most is not shown, and is referenced to in future chapters and the second fic. It is 190k+ words, and the recovery comes in fairly fast. Worth the read if this is something you can stomach.

When The Night Has Come by autumnchills

His sex-addict days were behind him, along with every woman he’d slept with in that craze. Most of them were nothing but a brief memory and a face labeled by usernames.

Well, most of them were.

And he’d honestly never thought of what had happened as a big deal. That is, until Chimney hit them with the news.

—

After denying the truth for so long, Buck comes to terms with what happened with Dr. Welles. Takes place in Season 2.

▹ Past Rape + Hopeful Ending. Deals with Buck’s therapist from Season 1 and addresses how and why what she did was wrong.

★ When it comes to an end (I will want you to plea) by Blink_Blue

After the lawsuit, Buck and Eddie are casually sleeping together. Eddie tells himself it doesn't mean anything more than that. An unexpected incident at work brings up something Buck thought he'd long buried behind him and makes Eddie re-evaluate his feelings for his best friend.

▹ Past Rape + Recovery/Healing. This fic deals with Buck healing from past trauma that includes rape and other dangerous sexual situations.

The Courage to Heal by Pline

He remembers her perfume. Thick, flowery – it makes him retch.

Why does he remember her perfume? Every time he smells anything like it, he wants to throw up, he wants to rush in the shower and try to wash away the stink of it.

Why can’t he move on?

He’s had sex with countless people over the years, especially back in his Buck 1.0 days, so why does that encounter remain? Why does it make him sick?

Why does he feel so ashamed?

.

Buck opens up about Dr Wells, the therapist from season 1.

▹ Past Rape + Hopeful Ending. Buck deals with realizing what his therapist from Season 1 did to him.

You’re Safe Here by soft_satan

Buck has decided to date around and try to find someone who can help him get over his feelings for his best friend, but dating is rough, and Buck might not have to get over his feelings after all.

▹ SA + Attempted Rape + Comfort. Features a date gone wrong + non-con kissing and grinding.

undone stitches by autumnchills

He sees the back of her head, first. An alarmingly familiar flow of chestnut brown hair sways side to side and practically bounces as she moves over to greet Chim. When she turns to greet Cap, he catches sight of her shoulder, and the image of his fingers running across smooth skin, pulling on the strap of a bra, flashes in his head.

But that’s not right, Buck thinks. It can’t be her, and she can’t be here. She was—

And that’s when he sees her face.

—

The shift is passing by just fine until an unwanted guest shows up, throwing him into a place he hasn't been in a long time.

▹ Past Rape. Buck’s therapist from Season 1 makes a return and Buck’s friends finally learn about what happened.

If I didn’t add it, I either didn’t think I should recommend it, or I simply missed it!

#*a #*nonnie #*sexual assault #★ #*rec #+sexual assault #+rape #+kidnapped #+hurtcomfort #+angst #+whump #+season three #evan buckley #911 fox #911 fanfic

[maccreadysimp]

breaking down this anti-ian article bc it bothers me ( from the child of a bipolar mother and a male teen with same sex attraction ) while also providing valid reasons ian sucks ( from someone who likes ian )

ive had this drafted for a while so i dont think i cover anything from season 11

tw for i^cest and r^pe

he was with a married man

in this point it points out that he was with kash and he continued his relationship with kash even after linda put cameras in the store

“Ian didn't seem to care about how wrong his affair with Kash was or how much it could hurt Kash's wife Linda, whom he saw at the store regularly. “

that is a quote from that part.

ian gallagher was fifteen in season one, kash was an older man who bought him gifts and payed attention to ian ,, that was not on ian , none of that was ian fault because he was a child

ian wasnt open with lip

“ Ian didn't tell Lip about his preferences and forced Lip to figure it out on his own. Lip was instantly accepting of his brother's truth and even offered to help him figure out any confusion he might be harboring, so it's really strange that Ian wasn't just upfront with his closest confidant from the start.”

no , lip wasnt forced to figure it out on his own and he also wasn’t instantly accepting.

in this point it mentions that ‘they’re extremely close ( bestfriends and brothers ) so its strange ian didnt tell him’

like point 1 , ian is a fifteen year old boy, growing up on the southside , and thoughout the show it has mentioned multiple times that the southside isnt that accepting

back to lip -- lip wasnt accepting, sure he was fine but ‘helping your younger brother figure it out’ by having a (female) classmate give him a blowjob isnt helping

he secretly dated his best friends brother

“Most friends have an unspoken rule about not dating each other's siblings, but Ian broke this rule by secretly entering into a relationship with Mandy's closeted brother Mickey.”

the only thing i have to say about this is , he was still with kash and mickey was a boy in his age group who was gay , growing up in the southside ian probably thought he was the token gay so of course hes going to chase after mickey

he stood by as kash attacked mickey

“Ian didn't do anything to stop Kash from shooting his new lover, and didn't even tell the police about his boss' over-the-top display of jealous action so proper justice could be served.”

okay. because two men he had fallen for had gotten into a fight, there was a gun involved and he panicked, in the end after mickey got shot he went to him

now to address the quote, he didnt say anything to the police because he probably knew that that would bring shame onto kash and his family, along with mickey and his family who are very homophobic

oh yeah and it was like 2011 and cops suck and THEY LIVE ON THE SOUTHSIDE

he and lip tried framing terry milkovich

oh the homophobic and racist dad of his boyfriend and bestfriend who tried to kill him and r*ped his daughter ?

yeah , shit man , that was real bad they shouldn’t have done that /s

he dated jimmy-steves married father

“Ian didn't bother telling Jimmy the truth about his father and didn't end his relationship with Lloyd upon finding out that he had a secret wife and family, either.”

at this point ian is probably sixteen but that doesnt matter bc i wont even address that

he met him at a club and then used his relationship with ned to make mickey jealous which was one of the reasons he kept seeing him, he didnt tell jimmy-steve about the relationship or his father bc he shouldnt find out from him he should find out from his father , again like kash, ned was an older man who payed attention to ian and ned later did develop feelings feelings for ian

he stole lips identity to enlist in the army

he enlisted because he didnt know what to do with himself, its implied/stated that the army timeline was the start of his bipolar

“While impersonating Lip, Ian had tried to steal a helicopter and then proceeded to go AWOL.”

this is because of the bipolar he suffers from, it is referenced later in the series after he gets back and hes manic

ian refused to accept being bipolar

of course he didnt accept it, it is made very clear that his family thinks lowly of monica so of course if hes the lucky duck to get what his siblings demonize her for, of course he’ll not want to be it

“He refused to take medications that could alter his personality or mood.”

okay. this is why im making this whole post, this goes along with part 15 ( or so idk ) ,,

my mother , my dear mother, who is bipolar and doesnt take her meds because they are mood altering , my mom doesnt take med because she told me once that they make her feel like shit, she told me that a little after i was born she started taking them but realized she felt nothing, she felt nothing for my dad or for i ( making her numb )

she told me anti deppresents dont help either because when shes on them and manic it pushes her past productive and into angry

my dad told me that when my mom was on bi polar medication she would seem angry most of the time

he wasnt faitful to mickey

“Ian's bipolar disorder made him very reckless and impulsive and led him to be unfaithful.”

lets break that down.

ians. bipolar. disorder.

this plot point i actually didnt like, mainly bc ian never addresses it so ill give the article a point. but then i take away 2 because they have more of a problem with his bipolar messing with him rather than the fact he never apologized and they never worked it out

ian stole yevgeny

before i start quoting i should mention because his boyfriend, who has supported and helped him is suddenly telling him he needs help, he was helping raise yev so he’ll see yev as his own

“Ian failed to recognize just how crazy he was acting...”

cuting you off right there , he was in a bipolar state, he wasnt ‘crazy’ and isnt ‘crazy’

he cant even keep count of his number of partners

just slutshaming i see

he helped throw frank off a bridge

“His relationship with Frank was understandably never the same after that, as Frank struggled to get over this act of betrayal and cruelty.”

‘was never the same after that’ frank never liked ian, ian was probably his least favorite and that point is very apparent

also , it wasnt just ian , his siblings and his boyfriend caleb

he left a healthy relationship to be with mickey

he fell in love with mickey at 15 , mickey was a comfort and always someone to fall back on, when mickey was taken away and no longer in the picture his heart still obviously was with mickey and when mickey came back he didnt know what to do

he told mickey he had a boyfriend but because mickey has been such a constant in his life he finally has back of course he couldnt resist

he liked trevor, i could tell he did but trevor wasnt the one he watched get r^ped by a russian prostitute, he wasnt the one ian was secretly dating bc it would be a death wish other wise, he wasnt the one there when ian was manic or depressive ( at the start )

he tried blackmailing an old client for money

“Instead of raising the money in an honest manner, Ian chose to visit an old client from his time working at the Fairy Tail and blackmail him into funding the shelter.”

because he felt indebted to trevor and wanted to make it up to him, it would have taken longer to do it in ‘an honest manner’ when his sister would have gotten it instead, he knew how much gay youths like he once was needed a safe place

“He grew up wanting to be nothing like his father, but this whole money-making scheme was straight out of the Frank playbook”

because thats all he knows, he grew up with that ‘playbook’ so of course hes going to take a page out of it, he is nothing like frank , franks money making schemes are selfish and for his own greed while ian wanted the money to help build a safe space for lgbt youth

he let fame inflate his ego

of course he did, hes a southside kid who was destined to fail

also it is very apparent that during the gay jesus era he went off his medication which didnt help

“Before long, he just completely forgot about his ex and focused solely on being a deity”

as much as yes, he did let it mess with his head, he was trying to still help lgbt youth and was going against anti gay churchs , in the end it didnt work out for him because he was off his meds and went over board

he stopped taking his meds

see previous point and ‘ian refused to accept being bipolar’

he actually wanted to stay in prison

because he was doing good in there

ian was helping others and was spreading awareness about lgbt with in the prison , and as him and jail scenes go , we can see people were listening to him and he was trying to make it safe sane and consensual

he let down his army of followers

“Ian admitted that most of his actions were completely irrational and the mere results of his bipolar disorder.”

he didnt want to, we can see this, because he knew he would let down everyone, his family were the only ones to ever ground him and they knew it would be the best option for his own mental health

during the gallavich wedding we can see that a lot of his supporters still have his back because they must know how hard it was for him to put all of that success on something he can’t control

he constantly wasted his potential

this is actually the only point in this article i actually agree with , so only 1/20 i agree with

his relationship with mickey wasn’t actually great

“Mickey spent the first several years of their relationship denying his feelings for Ian.”

he was raised by a homophobic and racist father who he knew would react the way he did when terry had caught the two that one day

“Even after he finally embraced his true self, Ian's bipolar disorder kept them from becoming truly happy together.”

yes but mickey was there for him the entire time and helped him through it, he told him he loved him which was really big for him and did his best to care for him

“They couldn't seem to remain faithful to each other for more than a few weeks.”

back to the point about ians bipolar but for mickey he wanted monogamy , now that scene in s11 may say otherwise but it is very clear that he wants a monogamous relationship with ian and ian ( after getting help ) wants one too, and in the later seasons they are monogamous

“When Mickey asked Ian to run away to Mexico with him, Ian refused.”

he wanted to, it’s obvious, but ian has his family and didnt want to abandon them again, i think part of him knew he would see mickey again because they always find eachother, he gave mickey all of his money and wanted mickey to have a good life

“Their relationship was simply never healthy.”

no it wasnt, but thats why the ship is great in its own way, the gay closet kid raised by a homophobic man is obviously going to have a lot of baggage , and ian who is bipolar and struggling with himself will also have a lot of baggage , but in the end they love eachother and that really shows in season five and season seven specifically

that is all lol ,,, this is long sorry

now, i am not a ian apologist , i love ian but hes a dumbass sometimes

actual valid reasons ian sucks

genuinely believes frank is worse than terry

yes frank was definitely abusive but terry is definitely worse ,,

mentally/physically/sexually abusive , the whole nine yards

terry hired a prostitute to r^pe his son , threatened to kill him and ian on multiple occasions , r^ped his daughter who ended up pregnant and is actively racist

frank on the other hand will make gay jokes but in the end doesnt give enough of a shit , he has attacked his children on multiple occasions but not to the brutality that terry has ( this isnt me excusing it )

sorry ian , terry is worse

never apologized

he never apologized for all the shit he put mickey and his family through, never apologized to mickey for cheating on him , never apologized for all the manic and depressive episodes mickey endured with him

never apologized for walking away when he couldn’t handle it, in hall of shame mickey actually acknowledges this saying ‘its youre whole MO’

debbies sexuality

he has constantly made statements saying debbie isnt gay and that bothers me because , why does it care ? as a gay man and as a gay man who soent time with a lot of lgbt youth wouldnt he support his sister even if shes just ‘experimenting’?

in the recent season he doesnt seem to care and doesn’t say anything but it still bothers me

mickey only getting like 80% of his heart

okay look , i get what ian means when he says this , everyones hes been with has made him who he is but fucking hell dude ,, shut up , thats your husband , thats the love of your life you shouldnt be saying shit like that , especially to him

and then this man had the audacity to say mickey probably feels the same about past flings when he knows that ian is the only one hes probably ever been with/serious about

obviously there is probably more but those are the main ones that come to mind

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before anyone brings up the trans or bi thing im going to explain my thought process for him

like ive probably mentioned multiple times he grew up southside and obviously only ever grew up with lgb and not t ,, trevor did inform him a lot and ian became supre accepting of everyone,, sexual preference isnt transphobic but i do think he approached the matter badly

now the bi thing , legit all i think is that he doesnt hate bisexual people its just that the man he really liked slept with a woman and never expressed any heterosexual attraction so it probably just suprised him and pissed him off because caleb did cheat on ian

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if you read this far HOLY SHIT THANKS LOL ,, im not adding things that i think are pro about ian this was just me breaking down that article and giving my two cents :)

feel free to message me and talk to me or send me articles like this about any other character/relationship and i will totally break that one down too lol

thanks for letting me rant

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Did the restraints part of Six Times bother Chris at all? Even though he was doing it to Laken? Is that something he has trauma around?

Also: so did chris just get tired or did laken tap out? also would chris ever consider doing cnc with laken or is that too much for him?

CW: FRANK DISCUSSION OF SPICE AFTER TRAUMA

1. Laken tapped out, they had an agreement and a safeword set up for them or Chris to use whenever either he or they needed to stop.

2. So, restraints DO bother him. A lot. He can't have them done to himself. Being restrained to kept still is a great way to induce one fuck of a trauma response.

But... he found it incredibly uplifting and empowering to be the one to do the restraining - not out of taking pleasure in someone's pain or fear but with genuine shared enjoyment.

It was a way of interacting with that concept he had never done before.

He took to it as a challenge, did research - even talked to a horribly embarrassed but attempting to be helpful Jake - and thought of the rope as patterns and colors layered over each other to change a look of light and shadow on Laken's skin, rather than something forcing them to be still.

Watching the way Laken's expression changed as he went through it, very slowly, talking through every knot and twist, helped him to understand how MUCH they enjoyed it.

Chris was able to set aside his own fear because he was in full and total control the entire time, and Laken was trusting him to care for them and not hurt them.

While Chris doesn't want sex, he can still get plenty of bonding out of the experience of pleasing someone else.

3. CNC would not work for him. He can't, even consensually, feel powerless ever again. And he cannot even pretend to hurt someone else in that way.

Their aftercare after this is just as much Chris coming down from a headspace of dealing with these sorts of things again as it is for Laken coming out of a headspace of being kept still. Their aftercare for this is very much them reassuring each other.

#chris asks #laken asks #consensual sex tw #consensual spice #tw: referenced consensual sex #discussion of consensual sex after trauma

[everything-laito]

Hypersexuality and Laito Sakamaki (UPDATED)

Hiya guys! Been a long ass time since I’ve made a post like this, I’ve been getting so much ask box activity + had school so I haven’t had the time to make an original post! This has been something I wanted to write for a while, and not only was I busy with school, but this one hits home hard to me personally, so I was going back and forth for a bit writing it. But I think I’m ready :)

I know there’s kind of a general consensus that anything DL related comes along with a trigger warning whether stated or not, but just a TW considering I’ll be talking about some real life experiences; not in depth or detail of course, but just mentions of it :) Not only is this a Laito analysis but it’s also an educational tool to help other people know about this!

So, without further ado, rant under the cut! 

Hypersexuality is something that many sexual assault/harassment and rape survivors experience after the abuse. People associate asexuality or sexual repulsion as the only (or common) psychological affect after experiencing those situations. However, there is another affect that can happen, and it is more common than people think, and aforementioned, it’s hypersexuality. It’s basically having more sexual feeling and urges after the experience, in order to cope with the nonconsensual one. And it’s exactly what Laito experienced after Cordelia’s abuse.

I’ve also experienced something like this. I don’t believe I’ve experienced it in full swing, but definitely something like it. I haven’t been raped thankfully, but I have been sexually harassed/assaulted before a handful of times. I know I’ve briefly mentioned that in other analyses, but I’m just explicitly stating it here.

I first learned about hypersexuality this year actually, and my Laito nerd brain was like “holy shit that’s the name of what Laito is going through.” Then I was like “oh fuck I’ve gone through that a little bit too.” I thought going along with  would help me “heal” myself, and it really was doing the opposite. (UPDATE: realized that what I thought was a lot of sexual trauma/hypersexuality was mostly compulsory heterosexuality (but still with those dabbled in too—quite a terrible combo) because last month I realized I’m not attracted to men! Although those experiences I mentioned did mess me up a bit, realizing this is a huge step in the right direction for my own mental well being. Just had to make this correction on my part, since the original post had more emotional investment than I would have liked it to :)) 

Like I have said in my little update, I realized I was going through mostly compulsory heterosexuality while also going through some minor sexual trauma/hypersexuality. Although again, I have not had it as bad as Laito has or other sexual assault survivors (which I am grateful for that), I still have a personal grasp of coping mechanisms with traumatic experiences or experiences I did not particularly enjoy. (If you are interested in learning more about compulsory heterosexuality, feel free to send me an ask! I just don’t feel that it’s appropriate to talk about it in regards to Laito or make a post about it, since it doesn’t relate to him)

And that’s probably also why I can resonate with Laito so much, at least on that scale, and even if I experienced a grain of what he’s going through. I know he’s fictional but these are definitely real experiences and real feelings. 

Laito’s case is a bit different than just feeling overtly sexual. Although he’s trying to heal himself through sex and other intimate actions, he’s also doing it as a type of revenge. He doesn’t like purity, and in fact, he’s quite jealous of it. I’ve heard this is also a pretty human way of coping with this type of abuse, and it is why I love Yui as a character. She’s incredibly strong and sets an example for Laito. This makes Laito jealous yet entertained by her, and that’s also a reason why he probably keeps her around. He also attempts to use Yui as a vessel to avenge his own feelings (even not knowing about Cordelia being in her at first). I  personally wasn’t like that, but given the circumstances, there’s definitely people who are. Laito’s character can be so human to me sometimes, its astonishing, despite him being a character, a vampire, and just generally does some wacky or terrible shit. 

You could say his hypersexuality could also be similar to typical Pavlovian Conditioning. You’ve probably heard of the whole experiment of training (conditioning) a dog to expect food when they hear a certain sound and thus, his mouth waters. We’re conditioned by a lot of things in our lives, from triggering a “flight or fight” response from this specific ringtone or high school bell. It’s just a built in “routine” our minds utilize to process pattern recognition. I know I say this a lot, but we don’t know how vampire brains in the DL universe compare to human brains (and quite frank, I don’t think we will), so I will just do my typical human brain picking. 

In Laito’s case, he was conditioned to “love” Cordelia in a fashion that was incredibly gross. No, I won’t sugar coat it. In my Cordelia/Laito analysis, I talk about how Laito was probably groomed. Grooming is another type of conditioning. Although I don’t believe his grooming was sexual, it definitely “prepares” the victim to be exploited in that fashion later on. It’s to build a false sense of trust to be betrayed. Later on, when Cordelia started having sex with Laito, he became used to it in a “conditioned” fashion. When someone said that Cordelia was calling him, he knew what it was. He also thought it’s what he wanted, even though he knew that he didn’t. I believe I have referenced his MB Dark Prologue monologue before, but not this part of it. Here’s the monologue: 

――Who is it that I give my love to? Throwing myself away, I caught the sight of someone Someone I didn’t recognize, Suddenly, I realized I was looking into a mirror. The mirror reflected myself within it. I couldn’t see anything else. I am disgraceful for this greed. I was wearing a visage. What I wanted, certainly was love. It’s not that easy. Because of these words, I suffer. No matter how many times love is said, The only thing that will be important to me, Is only the physical contact and body.

I know I've said it in the Laito/Cordelia analysis, but Laito is visibly confused in his flashbacks. He’s trying to grasp what love is, but then convinces himself that love is physical contact, and not emotional connection, especially near the end. He knows he’s suffering but he is still conditioned to think like this. Same case for people who suffer from hypersexuality. 

Although many people do not know why it occurs, it can be a symptom or “side effect” from disorders, medication, and the like. In the sexual trauma case, I believe a main reason is that the person utilizes sex to cope with trauma, or because they are used to sexual acts being forced upon them. That’s where conditioning still comes in. He’s treated as one of her suitors, lovers, or the like. Even as a stand-in for Richter and Karlheinz. He doesn’t consider Cordelia to be his mom until the DF Vampire ending. On top of him not receiving emotional gratification which leads to all sorts of just awful stuff for him, sexual attention is the only type that he receives until Yui comes along. He is used to not having emotional support or connections, which is why physical contact is what he is more “comfortable” with, while at the end of the day it still does not satisfy him.  

It creates a positive feedback loop of him being unsatisfied, while being confused about where he’s unsatisfied in, leading to him trying to “fix” himself or avoid his own personal, emotional problems through lust and sex, but then still finding himself not “healing.” Then the cycle continues, enthusing his hyper sexual behavior even more.

I was sent some great articles from @souchiika on the DL discord (thank you so much!) and one of the articles stood out to me, since I did not talk about this type of topic on this blog yet. Here’s the link to the article, and here’s the quote that stood out to me!

Furthermore, indirect effects were also statistically significant, providing support to the hypothesis that depression and guilt would be serial mediators of trauma-hypersexual behavior relations. The paths through depression and guilt have been found to be the most significant with moderate and high indirect effects on hypersexuality. Moreover, male gender, as covariate variable, is a relevant risk factor for hypersexual behavior.

Hypersexuality is something that is still being researched like I mentioned earlier, but since these findings came out, it definitely makes sense in Laito’s case (and in general). Like I said, Laito does feel unsatisfied and even shameful of his actions, which is more apparent in the beginning of his and Cordelia’s “relationship.” In those flashbacks, he asks himself if this is what he really wants, and although he attempts to force himself to like these actions as a coping mechanism, there is still a relative degree of shame and guilt he has. It is also apparent nearing his DF Ecstacy ending when he finds out that Karlheinz foresaw Cordelia having sex with him, and even wanted it to happen. All that shame and guilt came bellowing out while he was in a fit of distress. In initial attempts to mediate this guilt and shame, he projected his feelings onto other women through sexual acts, leading to more of this hypersexual loop. I know I talk about Laito projecting a lot, but it is frequent in his character. Like I’ve always said, it’s typical “bully” power dynamic manipulation. If Laito can bring a victim of his down to his level, then he feels better about himself (but it satisfies him for only a short while, until Yui in MB+). 

Also, note that this is no excuse or justification for him to rape or sexually assault others. It is merely an explanation as to why he does it (as for my posts in general, it’s not a justification, it’s an explanation). 

Another reminder that rape and sexual assault isn’t about the sexual urges, but about power. That’s why anybody with any background can do it, given the circumstances. 

This post was a bit hard for me to write, so I apologize if I got too overtly personal for your liking. Like I’ve said in the past, I’m not writing this to gain sympathy too, and sure that sounds superficial of me to say now (although I truly mean it), I just want to use my platform as an educational tool. Sorry about the change in my typical tone :) 

Sorry if this was too much of a doozy, I really wanted to talk about it and to educate people, despite it being a bit personal. I just felt like the most effective way was to convey how real this topic is, despite this fandom knowing about it in a fictional setting. 

I hope you have a great day! -Corn

#analysis #laito sakamaki #sakamaki laito #corn gets personal #sakamaki raito #raito sakamaki #diabolik lovers #dialover #dialovers #dl

[thewhumperinwhite]

And Then You Kill Me (part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

if you got the vibe from any of this that i’m touch starved and think vampires are hot. shhhhhhhh

Karim continues to owe his existence to @sweetheartblue

TW for: explicit consensual sex; kissing; biting; Consensual Vampirism/sort of bloodplay I guess; masochism; suicidal thoughts/behavior; Art Thinks He’s Dying (And Is Happy About It); Also Art Gets Dizzy And Then Passes Out From Blood Loss During Sex (consensual but under negotiated); crying during sex; referenced past child abuse.

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Art yells.

The pain is immediate and sharp—two needle-pricks in the side of his throat. Then the vampire closes his lips around the wound he’s just made, and sucks, and Art can feel the blood rushing out of him.

It’s—ecstatic.

He yanks hard on the vampire’s hair, rolling his hips against the vampire’s. He can feel that the vampire is half-hard inside his overly-expensive trousers, and that’s good, too, in a way it isn’t always—the vampire wants him. The vampire wants him.

People want Art for many reasons, and Art hates almost all of them.

He wishes more of them wanted him for his blood. Right now it feels like the one thing he actually wants to give away.

The vampire pulls off, after a few big swallows from Art’s throat, and runs his tongue over the wound there, and Art moans, and uses his hand in the vampire’s hair to yank his head back up and push him into a wet, messy kiss.

Art can taste his own blood in the vampire’s mouth. He’s already a little light-headed.

God, he feels like he could come from that all by itself.

The vampire laughs at him, more than before, bright and delighted, like he’s as surprised (relieved) at Art’s pleasure as Art is himself.

“Do,” Art pants, too turned on to let embarrassment stop him, “Do that again.”

The vampire pulls back enough to smile at him. His fangs are very obvious. Art wants to devour him whole.

“Alright, alright, you beauty,” the vampire says, his smile warming his soft-velvet voice, which drips down Art’s spine like honey. “No need to rush it.”

“Oh, shut up and bite me,” Art very nearly begs.

The vampire laughs again, and tugs the collar of Art’s hoodie down, to bite him again, between his neck and shoulder. Art gasps (wetly; his mouth is full of vampire saliva and his own blood) at the feeling of the vampire’s tongue over the wound, at the sweet pull of the vampire’s mouth against it, of the hot rush of his life running out through his skin and becoming someone else’s problem.

“Fuck,” Art says passionately.

The vampire hums around the bite marks in Art’s shoulder (Art feels the vibration down to his toes) and puts his hand on Art’s waist and then—up his back, under his hoodie.

The staff at his Father’s house were ordered not to talk to him; no one has touched him in—

He doesn’t even know when the last time was.

(Yes he does. It was his father. But his father doesn’t touch him with his bare skin—he touches him with the soles of his dress shoes and, very occasionally, with gloves.)

Art rolls his hips again, to make himself think of something else.

The vampire’s hand moves up and down his back; his other hand is cupping the side of Art’s face. His mouth is on Art’s shoulder. Art’s blood is pouring down his throat.

Art isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard before.

He rolls his hips again, and suddenly it isn’t enough, none of it is; he pushes hard against the vampire’s chest—his mouth comes away from Art’s shoulder with a wet squelch, and tears the wound there a little further open, and it’s wonderful—and the vampire makes a little noise of protest, more worried than disappointed, but lets Art push him away by the shoulders. (It must be an awkward position, his top half angled back while Art doesn’t move his legs from around the vampire’s waist, holding their hips together, where he can still feel the vampire’s cock against his, only a few layers of fabric between them; the vampire is more than half hard now.) The vampire blinks his big pretty inhuman eyes at him, and then sees Art scrabbling at the hem of his sweatshirt and laughs and helps him shuck it off over his head.

The vampire lifts Art a little higher, like he doesn’t weigh anything at all, and lowers his head, to run his tongue over Art’s left nipple. It’s fine—it’s good, except it doesn’t hurt, and Art whines, and squirms against the vampire’s dick, trying to get him to—

The vampire kisses his way two inches up Art’s chest, and then sinks his teeth in there, halfway between his nipple and his collarbone, and Art moans properly, too turned on—and blessedly, wonderfully light-headed—to be embarrassed.

The vampire’s teeth burn on their way out of his skin and then they’re replaced by his tongue, soft and wet and warmer than it was—because Art is warming him up, because the life that was in him is going to be somewhere else, now; is going to be in this pretty vampire with his sweet mouth and his gentle eyes.

The vampire is still wearing his suit. Art pets the material with clumsy hands; it’s soft, almost slippery, and he hates it; he tugs on the collar, as hard as he can (which isn’t very hard).

The vampire makes a questioning noise, swallows, lifts his head—

His mouth is very red, now, with Art’s blood; it’s so unbearably sexy that Art has to kiss him again before he can do anything else; when he can stand to break the kiss (his own mouth must be red, now, too; he almost wishes he could see) he hisses, “Take—it off,” and his voice comes out more slurred than he expects.

Because you’re dying, his brain helpfully supplies. It’s such a relief he almost wants to cry.

The vampire laughs, grinning at him. It’s an almost painfully sweet grin—it wrinkles the bridge of his nose and the corners of his shiny eyes. Even the fangs and the blood running down his chin can’t make it anything else.

Art kisses the vampire again, softer this time, and can feel the vampire smiling against his mouth. Art fumbles with the buttons of the vampire’s dress shirt while he shucks easily out of his shirt and vest—and then puts his hands gently over Art’s, to help him with the last few buttons.

His hands are noticeably warmer than they were.

Art leans back, then, knocking his head lightly against the door, to get a good look at the vampire. His skin is the same warm gold-touched brown across his broad shoulders, and his arms are bunched with the kind of muscles you get from going to the gym more than once a week. And he’s smiling up at Art, like Art’s giving him everything he could have asked for, instead of the other way around.

Art sighs, and flops forward, until he can bury his face in the vampire’s neck. The vampire lets out a quiet breath, and then—thank god—wraps his arms around Art’s ribs and holds him, almost tight enough.

“I want,” Art says, against the vampire’s throat. The vampire is warmer than he was, and Art is colder, and he’s never felt anything like the vampire’s muscled arms around him, like his arms around the vampire’s tight waist, and no one’s ever touched him like this, like they care at all how it makes him feel, and—

And it’s Art’s last night, and he wants to feel it as much as he can.

“I want you to fuck me,” Art says, barely above a whisper.

The vampire goes still for a moment, and then resumes running his (cool, but warming now) hands up and down Art’s bare back, which is almost making Art’s eyes cross.

“You sure?” the vampire says softly, after a moment.

It’s a silly question; Art is dimly aware that if he were clear-headed he’d probably laugh at it. But he’s at least three pints of blood lighter, so he doesn’t; just nods against the vampire’s throat.

And maybe even more blood than that, because then he says, “Please,” in a small voice, and kisses the vampire’s neck, almost in supplication.

The vampire pulls back—Art’s heart drops into his stomach—and then lift’s Art’s chin with his hand and kisses him. Art melts against his mouth, gasping.

“You’ve got it, my beauty,” the vampire says, his voice honey-warm again. He’s practically glowing with happiness. It makes Art’s eyes prickle with tears, and he doesn’t know why.

The vampire lays Art down, with the utmost gentleness, on the soft white carpet of the living room floor, and kisses him again, slower and deeper. When he reaches for the waistband of Art’s jeans, Art breaks the kiss, tugs the vampire’s head down to his throat again, the side that hasn’t been touched yet.

The vampire gives a little huff of laughter, and bites Art again.

It hurts, in an almost unbearably good way. This time Art whimpers, his arms around the vampire’s neck; he wants so badly to be touched.

“Please,” he says, and the vampire sucks on the wound—Art practically wails—and then slides Art’s jeans and underwear down around his thighs in one practiced movement.

Art lifts his hips—grinds against the vampire’s trousers, desperate for any sort of friction now—and kicks his feet until his jeans disappear in some unknowable direction, and scrabbles for the catch of the vampire’s trousers. The vampire—god bless him—doesn’t stop sucking from Art’s neck while he takes his trousers off. He reaches for Art’s cock, while Art’s life is still pulsing into his mouth, and Art almost screams.

“Oh, god,” Art moans, “oh, please, I need—Please!”

The vampire has to sit up, to rummage around in a bag propped up against the wall for a bottle of lube, and the second his mouth isn’t on Art’s throat anymore Art starts to cry.

The vampire stops when he looks back at him, propping himself up over Art on one hand. He sets the bottle aside, and cups Art’s face, far too gently; Art lets out a horrible wet sob, even though he’s trying to hold it in.

“What—What’s the matter, you beauty,” the vampire says, his bloody mouth smiling but his eyes wide and far too sympathetic. “What’s all this about?” he says, and wipes Art’s tears with his broad warm thumb.

Art wants to say shut up and I don’t need your pity, but what comes out when he opens his mouth is, “Please don’t leave.”

The vampire’s bloody mouth drops open with mild horror at the thought, and that only makes Art’s tears fall even faster. “Beauty,” he says, “my beauty, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please,” Art whispers, and tangles his hair in the vampire’s hair again. “Please—at least—please don’t leave until I—until—”

The vampire lowers his hips, and the feeling of him, hot and warm against Art, takes all the air out of Art’s lungs.

“I won’t,” the vampire says, in the gentlest voice Art has ever heard. “I won’t leave you. That’s a promise.”

Art gasps in a breath—he’s sort of blubbering now—and pulls the vampire’s head back down to his throat, and doesn’t let go until he bites again.

Art is warm and loose and floating when the vampire first slides inside him, pausing there, to let him adjust. The vampire is more than warm, now; he’s hot, from all of Art’s blood inside him, and his weight on Art’s hips and chest and his hand in Art’s hair and his teeth in Art’s throat are a better last sensation than Art could possibly have asked for.

For the first time since Art can remember, he feels warm and safe and wanted when everything goes dark.

#nsfwhump #and then you kill me #bloodplay #vampirism #sexy vampires #blood loss #suicidal whumpee #masochism #whump #original whump #passing out #death mention #abuse mention #suicide tw #vampires #BOY I HOPE THESE ARE SUFFICIENT TAGS #read the warnings please #minors dni