#TW:Child Abuse

[lesmisscraper]

Valjean and Cosette's small talk, returning from the well in the forest. Volume 2, Book 3, Chapter 7.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday!

[coolmika745]

They have done bad things, but neither Marluxia/Lauriam nor Xehanort are irredeemably evil either. I am tired of both of the this villain did nothing wrong and this villain is irremediably evil even though there is contrary evidence.

[way2gowillow]

In this chapter: Aizawa takes Shinso under his wing, but after some time spent training together, finds that the boy isn't as okay as he initially thought.

Warnings: Aftermath of child abuse. Brief reference to alcoholism and foster systems.

Prompt requested by: Animefanfic

[galaxyedging]

Din x f!reader

WC:5.9k

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. F/F/M threesome. Oral. Cum eating.

TW: Child abuse. Neglect. Death of parents.

Summary: Din's background was mystery to the other men at the motel, but you, he gives his past and his future.

And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Part 5: The Masks That We Wear

Din forgoes his usual full face mask in favour of one that just covers his eyes.

It's been a long day for him already and while he is still perfectly capable of giving the two women he brought back to his room his all, with one of them asking to ride his cock it made sense to let the other ride his face. Both of them make such pretty sounds as they use his body. He offers up his tongue and a few thrusts of his hips yet they are too far gone to notice. They're too wrapped up in their lust for him. It happens. 

He's had women practically throw him on his bed to give him the sloppiest, most enthusiastic head, only to come to the point of overstimulation just by being filled with his thick fingers. Or women who nearly pass out from him going down on them. Or women who were just too intimidated to take his cock. He always offers to give these women a discount. No one has ever taken him up on the offer as they've still been more than happy with his services provided. 

The folds of the woman on his face tremble across his lips as she comes. Din can't resist swiping his tongue through her creamy release. She gives out a giggle as he does. He can feel the warm pussy around his cock tightening. He gives a few sharp snaps of his hips to get her to her peak. She wails and claws his chest as she stumbles over it. Then slides down the other side into bliss. The two of them slip down into it together kissing each other softly. They slip off of him until they are either side of him. Their warm naked bodies drag down the side of him until their wet mouths take turns in meeting his cock. Their tongues swirl over each other's just as much as they do his stiff length. Eventually, working in tandem they get him over the edge. One of them swallows his load. He couldn't tell which one as the only face he could see as his orgasm took hold was yours.

"Daddy!" The word bursts in Din's heart. He swears it does every time. The one steadfast rule he has in his work is that no one calls him daddy. That word is reserved for his son. 

"Grogu!" He catches his son as he throws himself into his father's arms. Din swears he gets bigger every week. He was just a toddler when Din…Din screws his eyes shut, chasing away the memory. The memory of the little boy toddling around a filthy house crying for a mother whose ears would never hear his cries, or anything else, again. The child's cries stopped when Din picked him up. His little hands found Din's face as he cradled him. 

"Hey, Son. How have you been? What did you learn this week?" Din huffs with effort as he stands with the boy in his arms. 

"We learned some Spanish. Uno, dos, tres." Grogu counts the buttons on Din's jacket. 

Din laughs as he sweeps his son up almost above his head. "That's amazing!"

The sound of the main gain opening drew you attention to the camera feed. Din. The man that you had to stop having inappropriate thoughts about. It was completely unprofessional to have such thoughts about a parent of a child in your care. Thoughts of your legs draped over those broad shoulders as his patchy stubble burns the inside of your thighs. Those full, pretty lips sucking on your clit until you cover his strong nose with your slick. You'd thank him by dropping to your knees until he came across your face. By the time you find him, out on the quad with his son, you're embarrassingly wet.

"Mr Djarin." You nod a greeting to him.

"Good morning." The smile he gives you is warm. Din always has such warmth for you.

"Grogu has done so well this week. As always." You grin at the boy.

"That's great to hear but I wouldn't expect anything different. He's such a good kid." Din squeezes Grogu closer and presses a kiss to his son's mop of curls.

"He is." You take the beautiful family moment in briefly before excusing yourself.

Unlike some parents, Din comes every weekend without fail. As well as during the week more often or not. One weekend a month he only comes by for an early visit. He explained that he works away overnight. You wondered what a bail enforcement agent does overnight every month. Sometimes you wonder if he has a girlfriend that he visits. Given how handsome he is you wouldn't be surprised. Everyone notices how handsome Din is. You were the lucky one who also got to see how sweet and funny he is. Din was pleasant enough with the other staff and parents but with you he really opened up. He was happy to chat to you. One morning in your office, over coffee, he gave you more details of their story than you'd read in Grogu's file. 

Din was adopted himself. He lost his own parents in a home invasion. A man that was struggling to put food on his own family's table had broken into their home. He'd held Din's father at gunpoint when he found him ransacking their home office. Din's mother had hidden him in the hall closet when she heard what was going on. Din heard the shots and stayed hidden until a police officer carried him out. Your heart had broken for him as he retold it so casually. It had been a long time for him to process it. From the sounds of it he'd done it well. He found the man who killed his parents years later in prison. The man explained that he was desperate for money to get his daughter medicine. A bogus charge from a corrupt cop had landed him in prison and he couldn't get work. He hadn't meant to shoot, the gun just went off. He sobbed an apology as Din gave his forgiveness. 

The family Din was placed with was a strict one, they were very religious. They were caring in their own way and Din grew up surrounded by other kids. When he was old enough, he joined the army. After a few tours he came home to see how he could help others like him. Giving them a second chance his own way. With his skills, experience, and morals, there weren't many options open to him. There was no way he would become a cop. Bonds enforcement seemed like a better option. Better him chase down someone innocent and scared than a trigger happy cop. The system was far from perfect but at least he could get them their day in court and hope that a jury of their peers did the right thing. 

It was chasing down a not so innocent guy that led him to Grogu. The poor kid had been wandering around with a soiled diaper hanging off of him. His cries rattled his chest and around his hollow belly. Once he'd calmed him Din placed him in his playpen to check the rest of the house. When he was sure it was clear, he called the cops and set to cleaning the boy up. He put water on the stove to warm while the oven warmed the room. While he waited for the water, he cleaned him as best he could with some wipes. The kid didn't say a word the whole time. He kept expecting the kid to call for his mother. Din slipped him into the warm water in the kitchen sink to clean him further. The boy giggled as Din poured water over his head. The water turned a muddy brown as weeks of dirt ran from it. Din's heart broke at how some could leave a child like this. From the looks of it, his mom had only been dead for less than a day. This neglect went a lot further back. Din thanked God that he'd chosen to come here first rather than the other lead that he had. 

By the time the cops showed the boy was peacefully asleep in the back of Din's car, swamped in Din's sweatshirt, his stomach was full of the sandwich Din had bought for his lunch when he stopped for gas earlier. When CPS came for the kid Din lifted him out gently. His arms seemed to become heavy as carried the kid to their car. Then his whole body became heavier with each step. It became hard for him to push himself forward. Especially after two big, brown sleepy eyes blinked up at him. Even as he placed the boy in the car seat and was reassured they'd take care of him, he couldn't bring himself to let go of him completely. He kept a check on the boy until he could apply to adopt him. It took nearly two years all in all but Din got him, Grogu, back in the end. Things were good for the most part, until Grogu was upset. Then someday there was nothing Din could do to console him. Grogu would throw things, trash his room in anger. Din was at a loss as to how to help until you had stuck up a conversation with him in a parking lot. 

Din paced next to his car with Grogu locked inside.

"Are you okay?" Din was startled by your voice in his panicked state. 

"We're fine. He just doesn't want to get his hair cut so of course he locked himself in when I got out." Din tried to make light of it while part of him died inside. What type of father lets his kid lock themselves in their car? 

"Smart kid." You commented with mirth in your voice. No judgement for him, just amusement. "Sorry. I work with kids. I have a lot of kids who have very creative ways to control their environment. It's a lot easier to deal with the issue once they feel safe." Reaching into the grocery bag on your shoulder you pulled out a bag of fresh baked cookies.

Din watched as you began to pop pieces of one in your mouth before offering him one.

"No. Thank you." When he declined you moved to the car.

"Cookie?" You offered the bag to the small angry child sitting in the front passenger seat.

"I'm not getting out!" He shouted.

"I didn't ask you to. I asked if you wanted a cookie. I can slide it through the window if you lower it a little. Here." Holding a cookie up to the top of the window you waited for him to lower it. When he did, you posted the cookie into his waiting hand.

"Double chocolate chip are the best." You hummed happily taking another bite.

"My dad's cookies are the best." A little voice came from the car. It was much calmer than the one that shouted at you a second ago. 

"Oh, yeah? Why?" You asked.

"They have sino…simmer…" the boy looked to his dad.

"Cinnamon." Din supplied, cautiously stepping forward. 

"They do sound good. Does your dad make them often?" 

"When he's not busy. More now that Miss Mary won't look after me anymore." The kid looked forlornly at his cookie.

"Oh? Why doesn't Miss Mary look after you anymore?"

"I got mad. I broke her things but she hurt my head."

The man took a sharp intake of breath. The last part was clearly new to him. 

"How, Sweetie?" You pressed. 

"She brushed my hair and it got stuck. It hurt. I don't want my hair cut!" He shouted to his dad.

"I didn't know." He looked at you before talking to his son. "You don't have to get your haircut today, kid. We'll talk about it another day. Can you open the door for me?" 

The lock popped open and the dad reached in to hold his son. Not wanting to intrude on their moment you backed away only for the man to call you back. 

The kid was buckled safely in the back of the car as the man approached with his car keys firmly in his hand. "Thank you for that. He gets a little worked up sometimes. He's a good kid, he's just been through a lot. He's adopted and…you don't need to hear all this. I'm sorry…I don't even know your name."

Once you gave him your name he introduced them to you. "Well, thanks again." He turned to leave.

"Din. It's none of my business but if you think Grogu could do with some extra help I might be able to point you in the right direction. Here's my card." You held the card delicately between your two fingers. 

His hand touched your briefly as he took it. The electricity of his touch lit a light bulb above your head. It illuminated how attractive he was. Genuinely, you had never seen a more beautiful man. His beauty was only accentuated by the gratitude in his expressive eyes. 

Weeks went by without a call from Din. You'd almost given up on hearing from him until your phone rang one afternoon. 

"It's Din. We met a while back and you told me to call if I needed help." His deep voice came down the phone. 

The stress was clear in his voice. If he was calling you after this long it must be bad. Din explained how Grogu's behaviour had worsened, he was acting out at school, he'd hurt other kids, he'd threatened a teacher with scissors. They'd permanently excluded him after that. If he kept it up Din was worried he would lose him. 

By the end of the call, you decided to pull some strings to get Grogu into your school. You'd informed Din that it would still cost quite a bit to have him there, even with any support you could give him.

His simple reply was "I'll get the money."

That was seven months ago. Grogu had settled in nicely after Din's reassurance that all the staff were there to help him. The school was set up to nurture children that were having a hard time. They came from all walks of life. Some had trauma. Some were dealing with a new diagnosis. It turned out Grogu was both. The trauma from his early years had had an effect on his brain development. With that as an excuse for his behaviour no one bothered to look closer at him for any neurodivergent traits. Din had no concerns at home until he started school. That seemed to be a trigger for a lot of his behaviour at home.

Din had been blaming himself at first as Grogu was only ever upset at home, his school thought he was a model student, until you explained to him. "We see it a lot. Kid's mask all day. They don't have the energy or feel the need to do it at home. That's a good thing, Grogu feels safe enough with you to take off his mask."

Din set the mask on the counter as he splashed some water on his face. The two women in his bed were keeping each other amused for now but he was going to have to go out there and finish his job. 

The mask had been a gimmick at first. Mrs Lord had suggested it. Before the very successful practical part of his interview, they'd talked at length about his boundaries. Mrs Lord had such a forthright way about her that he had no trouble confessing to carrying a little guilt about the whole thing due to his religious upbringing.

Learning closer to him she'd asked. "Then, if you don't mind me asking, why are you considering this?" 

Din explained all about his son and the private school that could help him. Mrs Lord decided there and then to throw any work she could his way, even if he couldn't be an escort. Odd jobs, security, whatever they had. Then he'd made her squirt all over him and she made sure Ezra added him to the motel menu straight away. 

Din thought about going without the mask now that he was more comfortable about the work. The shame doesn't bubble under his skin like it used to. He's made peace that his God would forgive him for doing what he has to for his son. Then he decided to keep it. It made a distinction between him having sex for money and having it for pleasure. Not that he was doing that at the moment. There was only one woman he wanted and she was off limits while Grogu was at her school.

"Oh, fuck!" The woman's groans were lost against the pussy of the woman that rode his cock earlier. 

She'd ask him to take her from behind while she ate the other woman out. Din had no problem with that. The position just made his job easier. He could zone out and think about you. Although that brought him more shame than the prostitution. He shouldn't be using his memories of your pretty face to get himself off. He shouldn't be thinking about the curve of your ass in your jeans and how it would look bare in front of him as he slipped his cock in deep. He shouldn't be ramming his cock into  another woman to work out his frustration of it not being your pussy creaming around him. The pussy clenching and twitching around him does nothing for him compared to his thought of you. Then he really thinks about you as if you're the one he's touching. He slides his hands over your breast as he brings you close to him. His thumbs circle your nipples while he kisses your neck. His thrusts are steady and shallow throughout. Until his hands trail lower, one on your hip angling you away from him and the other on your sopping clit. His hips pick up speed as do his fingers. Soon he's shooting his load inside you. Finally staking his claim on you as you gush around him. 

When he comes back to himself 'you' are trembling on the bed, while 'your' friend looks at him slack jawed. "I'll pay extra if you can get me to do that."

He doesn't in the end. Some women just can't. But he gives her his cock, his fingers, his tongue. He eats her pussy and her ass. He chokes her a little. He spanks her. Cums on her face. He fulfils every request she has until she is completely worn out. She doesn't get to squirt but she does pay him extra for every act he performs. So much so, in fact that he's able to quit.

Mrs Lord greets Din with a hug, this past year she'd clearly had a soft spot for him beyond him being the only one to make her squirt. "Wow, I can't believe Joel did all this!" She slowly twirled in the hallway.

Din felt the pride for his modest home swell in his chest. "Not just Joel. They all helped. Even your husband from time to time."

"Max doing manual labour and I missed it?! I'll have to get him to role play that." Her laugh told him she wasn't really joking.

"We wouldn't have this without the two of you so thank you again." Din knew Mrs Lord wasn't big on taking gratitude.

Exactly how Din expected, she brushed it off. "We just gave you the land, same as Jack. You made it a home. Speaking of which.."

"Mrs Lord!" Grogu flew out from the living room to give her a crushing hug. 

"Hi, Sweetheart!" She dropped down to her knees to return the hug just as fiercely. "Your dad tells me you love your new school. Do you want to tell me all about it while your dad is out?" 

Grogu hummed a yes as he dragged her into the living room. Din mouthed a thank you and called a goodbye to Grogu. 

Sitting at the wheel of his car, Din took a moment to be thankful. He looked at the cabin built by him and his friends. Din had been a little lost since his army days but now he had a new team at his side. They built a home for his son. His son, who was back with him now in more ways than one. At one point, when Grogu's rage got so bad Din thought he had lost him. Now, after those months away at school, he had his sweet, considerate little boy back. Between the intensive therapies and his teachers giving him the tools he needed to manage his emotions the boy was so much happier. The biggest change came when you had sat with him and Din to explain why Grogu felt the way he did. Grogu was smart and articulate, just giving him an answer as to why his emotions were so big and powerful sometimes gave him a whole new outlook.

Din had to hold back the tears when Grogu had asked "So I'm not a naughty boy?"

Din kept his voice even when he pulled the child onto his knee to hug him. "You were never and could never be a naughty boy. You just had a big battle to fight with your feelings but that's over now. Okay? You won. You know what to do with those big feelings now. Right?"

"Right." Came Grogu's muffled reply from Din's chest. "Daddy? A little too tight."

"Sorry, kid." Din laughed, releasing him.

Grogu was able to transfer to a local school who understood his needs. He was happy and thriving. Din was near tears when someone knocked on his window.

Din must have really been absorbed by his thoughts if Jack could sneak up on him on his prize winning filly.

"Evenin' partner." Jack made a show of tipping his hat. "So, tonight is the night?"

It seemed stupid for a man who used to sell sex to get bashful about it but Din flushed as he nodded.

"Well, I'm sure your little lady will have a wonderful time." Jack winked before urging his horse away.

Din immediately regretted discussing his love life with Jack. The cowboy wasn't exactly the best person to get romantic advice from since he was clearly in love with one of his regulars, not that either one would admit it. Din had confided in him because he was really good at keeping secrets. Even in the motel where everyone knew each other's business, except the exact nature of Oberyn and Dieter's relationship. Brushing off his embarrassment Din headed out to your place.

"Are you sure…you want…?" Din asks between kisses and pants.

"Yes." The word is pushed into his mouth as your tongue returns to it. 

Din's never been kissed like this before. There's lust in it, he's felt that hundreds of times, but it's the passion that has his toes curling. You don't just want his body or the fantasy of him. It's not his uniform that turns you on or his job. You want him. Just him. He feels it as you tug him closer. As your fingers edge under his clothes silently asking his boundaries. He shows that with you, he has none as he pulls off his shirt. More clothes fall away as you lead him to your bedroom. The dinner plates are left half eaten at the table. A simple thank you kiss had quickly caused your desires to overflow. Din had wanted to keep sex off of the table for a while. Him withholding it almost led to you having sex on the table. 

The passion simmers down once you're both in your underwear on your soft sheets. The warm, low lighting of your room creates a cosy atmosphere as Din takes his time to study your face. You're glowing with anticipation. His attention makes you giggle self consciously. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Din says it with such honesty in his eyes that you actually believe him. 

Not about you being the most beautiful woman in the world, but that he believes it. It makes you feel like a goddess. 

When Din had first been open about his second job, part of you found it very hot that a man people lusted after enough to pay for his company wanted you. 

In this moment that isn't what makes you feel special, that is something purely Din. The man is so earnest and expressive with those eyes. From getting to know him all these months you know there isn't an insincere bone in his body. He's careful with his words, he doesn't speak unless it's necessary. He doesn't say things just for effect. He's proven himself to be deeply kind and thoughtful. It shows in his relationship with Grogu and how respectful he's been of you so far. 

There was clearly something between you for a while now but he never pushed it, never made you feel uncomfortable or unprofessional. He'd asked you out for coffee the week after he arranged for Grogu to transfer schools. Everyone was so sad to see the little boy go. It was hard not to spend time with the kid and not love him a little. He was so full of life and curiosity. He was sweet and helpful. The only solace in him leaving was that they had genuinely done all that they could for him. With their help, he was healing from his past and handling the rough hand he was dealt. They thought that best thing they could do for him in the end was send him back to his father. From the update she had from his new school, they were right.

"You're beautiful, too. I always found it so hard not to stare when you visited." The confession makes you feel like a love sick schoolgirl.

"Maybe I should have worn my mask." The light hearted joke makes your pussy twitch. Din had told you all about the mask he wore at work. Noticing your reaction he added. "Maybe I should wear it next time."

With that the romance in the air shifts to lust once more. 

Din positions himself between your legs. "Is this okay?"

Swallowing at the sight of him you nod. 

"I'd like you to say it." He speaks against your cheek as he starts to kiss there.

"It's okay, Din. I want you." His lips trail lower as you speak.

"How do you want me?" His lips hover over the swell of your breasts, teasingly close. His warm breath flows over them.

"Anyway you'll take me, Din. I need you. And...you are the expect."

Din smiles against your skin as he finally lowers his lips to kiss your cleavage. "That was different. That was business. This will be pure pleasure. Do you want me to please you?"

"God, yes. Please, Din." You begging shoots straight to his cock. He's imagined you wanting him so many times. 

"Good." He grins. His lips push at the lace at your chest as his fingers trace the lace at your hips. "I wanted to make you come for so long. I bet you look even more beautiful when you do." The finger at your hip runs along your waistband. Slowly it begins to dip into your panties as he mouths at your nipples through the light fabric. 

His light touch is driving you insane. When you lift your lips, his free hand spreads against your lower stomach. "You can be patient a little while longer, can't you? The way I want to give you my cock, I need you nice and wet for me."

"I am Din. Feel." At your instance the finger finally runs through your folds right the way down to your opening before pressing in just a touch. Even the tiniest intrusion of him makes you gasp. "Oh, Din. Please."

There you go again with your pleas. It's taking all of Din's practised discipline not to flip you over and fuck you like he's been itching to. Or maybe he'll wrap your legs around his neck and near bend you in two so he can ram himself into that spot that will make you scream for him. He longs to hear you call his name in ecstasy. 

"You don't have to beg, pretty girl. Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Make us both feel good." Lifting up off of you he pulls you up to kneel with him on the bed. Taking your hand, he lays it over the bulge in his boxer briefs. The first thing you noticed is the heat, his body runs warm but his cock is like a furnace. The second thing, which is odd because it really is an attention grabber, is the size. He is huge. Thick, long. Just huge. "Fuck." You near whimper.

"You still want this right now?" He speaks against your lips as he guides you hand up and down his length. 

In answer you slip your hand inside the fabric to jerk him slowly. Your hand smears pre-cum in its wake. Din's breathing picks up and it highlights the muscles in his torso with every breath. You long to run your tongue over every ridge. That will have to wait for another day. It's getting to the point where you feel like you need his cock more than the air you breathe. Which is fortunate as when he bends you over a moment later and pushes the head of his impressive cock inside it steals your breath.

He only gives you an inch before he stills. "Can you take it?"

"Yes." You moan as you sink back onto him.

Din grits his teeth behind you. "Oh, yes, you can. Take it all." He pushed forward meeting you. 

When he bottoms out you grip the headboard for dear life. No man has ever filled you like this. The feeling is indescribable. Nothing else permeates your consciousness as Din begins to thrust. He takes it slow at first. Shallow and deep. Then he realises that you take him like you were made for him. He speeds up, his thrusts become longer, even deeper. Then there is literally nothing you can do but take it. The pleasure is just too much. Your continual moans are your only contribution to what is going on. Din is purposefully working your slick opening with his girth and slamming the head into that spot that's hard to reach on your own. The pleasure is overwhelming yet it still keeps growing.

"Sorry." Din pulls out suddenly. His hands are on you urgering you to move. "I need to see your face."

With you on your back he fills you again. He lifts your hips higher on his and finds that spot again. His hands find your ass. They grip you so tight that he holds your cheeks open. The tension stimulates your hole to the point where you think about all the things you could explore with this gorgeous man. Din is truly a work of art above you. Honed muscles glistening with sweat. Those full lips parted as he pants and groans. Even his cock perpetually slipping inside you is fave prettier than it has a right to be. For a second, you wonder if he thinks the same of your pussy. He certainly seems happy to stare at it as it takes his length.

"Fuck. So perfect around me. I don't think I can last." His voice is even deeper now. It rumbles from his breathless chest. 

"Then don't. Fill me up Din. Come for me." You feel his cock twitch.

"Not without you." One of his hands leaves your ass to find your clit. 

A few strokes of his thumb is all it takes to push your already sensitive nerves to that sweet breaking point.

For all your moans, not one sound passes your lips as you come for him. You want to scream his name but your breath is lost as your whole body tenses. 

For a change Din does enough taking for the both of you. "Ugh. Yes. Grip me so tight, Baby. Uh." His breathing becomes erratic and his moans louder. "Yes. You want my cum, don't you? This needy little hole is asking for it. You want me to shoot my hot load in your perfect little cunt." A whine that sends shivers though you cuts through the air. "Ah. Take it. Take it. Take it."

A copious amount of cum burst from Din's cock, you feel it deep then it gushes around his still pulsing cock as he thrusts and spreads it over your fucked out pussy. A pussy that Din stares at after he pulls out. You look so good covered in his cum. Mouth watering even. Finally finding your voice, you squeal as Din's mouth engulfs your pussy. He licks, kisses and slurps his way over it eagerly. 

When he comes to your clit he sucks hard and you are gone again. "Oh, fuck. Din! Din!" Your whole body shakes underneath him. 

That self satisfied grin that you have begun to recognise when he runs his smart mouth presses against your folds as you try to remember your own name. The only word in your head is 'Din'.

"Did I please you?" He moves up the bed to mouth at your breast. 

All you can do is give a pleased huff. His lazy attention on your tits becomes more focused. His soft lips wrap around each nipple in turn, sucking and sending shock waves to your pussy causing the last of Din's cum to drip out. His fingers glide through it as he finds your clit to make you come for him one more time. 

As if the three orgasms weren't enough to solidify Din's position as the best lover you'd ever had, his aftercare game was on point. 

He pulls you up to guide you to the bathroom. "You go get cleaned up."

When you return to the bedroom, there's a glass of water on your nightstand and Din has salvaged the rest of dinner. Once dinner is done, his strong hands find your calves to massage them. "You really tensed up back there."

"Do you want me to stay the night or let you sleep?" He asks gently.

"Will I not sleep if you stay?" A sly grin tugs at your lips.

"That's up to you. I just meant you might sleep easier without me."

"I think I'd sleep much better with you."

You were right. You slept deeply filled with hope for the new relationship that was flourishing between you.

Din did too. When he woke with your curled up form soft with sleep pressed into him and a text from Mrs Lord to say that Grogu had slept well and was spending the day with Jack on the farm, he felt like all his days of roaming were done. He'd finally found the home that he thought was lost long ago.

[lesmisscraper]

Thenardiers remembering about the old benefactor and his young lady. Volume 3, Book 8, Chapter 12.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[asagamifujiino]

((Wow, this bitch just digs a deeper grave constantly on likability. At first, I assumed maybe she was a prostitute having to make ends meet. Nope. Just flat out child abuse and cheating with another woman's husband. Bra-fucking-vo.

Edit: Went through the rest of her winging. Yeah, she may deny it, but she is just a slut. Normally there's nothing wrong with that in my eyes, but not when you fucking neglect your child to get laid.))

[eligha-child-of-hades]

OPEN RP STARTER. - childhood part 2

-Eligha got outed?-

Tw:child abuse, homophobia/transphobia.

You find yourself in Boston again! You decide to go to the same alleyway as last time, empty.

You walk around till you see a house door open and hear.. yelling and someone crying?

You walk in.

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[jackkellyilysm]

I physically don’t understand how someone can look at him and be like “oh I don’t like him I want him to suffer” HES JUST A LITTLE BOY!!!

(Tw:child abuse) How did L0nn13 Byers look at this boy and go like “I hate him so much”. Same with vecna how could he torture this boy and not feel horrible about himself and an insane amount of guilt.

HOW DID L0NN13 LOOK AT HIM AND CALL HIM NAMES AND HIT HIM. L0NN13 BYERS WHEN I CATCH YOU.

[kittycosmicc]

Dude, I’m seriously so sick from this. As a mother myself this brings me so much rage and truly makes me want to vomit. Children need to be protected. This is fucking VILE and we cannot keep letting this shit go on.

⚠️PSA – ickybatz is back!⚠️

TW for Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content, Pedophilia, and Pedophile Conversations. PLEASE read and reblog if you can.

ickybatz, also known as batty-ruski, battyrusk, or demobatz is back and very active on AO3.

I did just find all their pedo shit on AO3. They say they are now back after a “mental health” break.

This 13-year-old CHILD has learned NOTHING from this situation. They are out here asking for pedophilia requests and it is even worse than their work was before.

I accidentally came across it, and I encourage you to report them and everyone interacting with their work. There is a difference between dark romance, dark fics, and straight-up romanticization of children being assaulted.

They write about these children actively partaking and enjoying it, hoping they can please the adult taking advantage of them. These works are clearly written for the type of person that gets off on it.

So much for “Oh, they are a traumatized child and made a mistake.” They now know it's wrong and continue doing it, even worse than before. And people continue to support it.

Their fucking apology was absolute bullshit. And everyone that came to their defense should be ashamed of themselves.

↓ Here are AO3 accounts supporting that shit. ↓

Yes, this time, they put warnings on their work and say “Don’t Like It, Don’t Read It!”

But I would like to show you what they are writing, and I am sure you have to agree with me that they and everyone supporting this need to lose any type of platform they own.

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↓These are their two original works↓

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↓This is their work in the Stranger Things Fandom↓

Their work “Deceit” which is taking requests and actively posting has, as of May 21st, 16 Chapters.

1 — “Using this as a coping mechanism for my own trauma. Please request, any age is allowed❤️”

2 — Eddie Munson, 25 y/o | Reader, 17 y/o

3 — Uncle Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson | Reader, 6 y/o

4 — Eddie Munson, 20 y/o | Reader, 12 y/o

5 — Steve, 19 y/o & Eddie, 20 y/o | Reader, 14 y/o

6 — Dad Steve | Reader, 8 y/o

7 — Dad Steve & Eddie | Reader, 8 y/o

8 — Big Brother Steve | Reader, 4 y/o

9 — Big Brother Billy Hargrove | Reader, 6 y/o

10 — “Posting this so that you all can give me ideas on what to post next❤️ Anything is allowed/ age can be whatever you want♡♡!”

11 — Billy & Steve | Reader, 3 y/o

12 — Hopper & Joyce | Reader, 4 y/o

13 — !BILLY HARGROVE AND A NEWBORN BABY!

14 — Billy | Reader, 6 y/o & Max, 7 y/o

15 — “It hasn't been a week and I'm almost at 2,000 reads! Thank you all so much♡♡ Feel free to drop suggestions, request or even ideas/blurbs♡♡”

16 — Big Brother Eddie / Reader over the years, starting at 6 y/o

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They are fully aware of what they are doing. This is no innocent mistake. A mistake is made once but done over and over again, it is a pattern.

They are actively encouraging pedophilia.

If you are still trying to justify their actions, please do it off anon and openly so you can be blocked since you are part of the problem.

If you try to defend them, I will call you out.

If you know one or more of the interacting blogs, call them out.

[unstable-son-of-hades]

OPEN RP STARTER- Koreys childhood.

TW:child abuse, yelling, panic attacks and probably other things.

Please do not interact if this makes you uncomfortable or something.

You wake up and find yourself in a random house? Obviously not the big house, or anywhere in camp halfblood or camp jupiter. But where are you?

You see a little kid who looks like Korey getting yelled at and... hit? By someone who you guess is his mum, and a man? Who you guess to be the boys stepfather or someone like that, standing off to the side.

What do you do?

(Mum will be pink, step-dad will be blue.)

Tags (mention if you want to be added or removed)

@reyna4ever

@noah-of-new-york

@demigod-jack-hearth

@/anyone

[staydandy]

The First Responders Season 2 (2023) - 소방서 옆 경찰서 그리고 국과수 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : The season continues to follow the joint operations of the police force, fire department, and paramedics. The three stations jointly respond to fierce scenes between crime, disasters and emergencies, showcasing their bravery and teamwork in the face of danger. (MDL) AKA : The Police Station Next to the Fire Station and National Forensic Service | The First Responders 2

Whumpee : Jin Ho Gae [detective] played by Kim Rae Won • Bong Do Jin [firefighter] played by Son Ho Jun • Kang Do Ha [NFS] played by Oh Eui Shik • Gong Myung Pil [detective, Ho Gae’s partner] played by Kang Gi Doong

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Drama, Crime, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Autopsy scenes are vivid. Be wary if you're squeamish. • Uh, yeah, I had a few rather emotional responses to some eps, you'll see a few of my thoughts in blue • TW : Animal Cruelty, Child Abuse

Related List : The First Responders Season 1 (2022) - Full List

Episodes on List : 11 Total Episodes : 12

*Spoilers below*

left to right : Ho Gae, Do Jin, Do Ha, Myung Pil

01 : Jin Ho Gae falls several feet, connected to Bong Do Jin by a security rope, who's supporting him, hanging, suspended, unconscious … Ho Gae & Do Jin ditch their helmets & oxygen tanks, Ho Gae coughing from smoke … hand burned, treated

02 : (near end) Do Jin falls through a collapsed floor to the floor below, knocked out briefly

03 : (This episode hurts so much 😭 - literally in tears here 😭) Dead … [flashback] Hurt from the fall, trapped, surrounded by fire

04 : (near end) tw: animal cruelty

05 : (A new face appears; Kang Do Ha .. i don't trust u yet (ᓀ_ᓀ)) Kang Do Ha trips over himself & pushed off balance (comedic)

06 : (near end) tw:child abuse

07 : Blown back by an explosion, hits his head, knocked out briefly … (near end) Ho Gae swallows a handcuff key, retching

08 : … continued from previous ep. ... Do Ha has nosebleed, also leaking cerebrospinal fluid (protective brain fluid) from concussion … head pain, blurry vision, collapses … Ho Gae punched

10 : (near end) Gong Myung Pil blown back & severely burned from explosion.. painful treatment

11 : … continued from previous ep. ... Ambulance transport, hyperventilating from pain … [flashback] Ho Gae stabbed with a needle, drugged, passes out … [present] kidnapped, unconscious & transported in a coffin-like box … wakes, bleeding from a stitched incision behind his ear.. dizzy, blurry vision, collapses.. [flashback] surgery of microchip imbedded.. [present] electric shock from imbedded chip, pain, collapses … Myung Pil hospitalized … Ho Gae shocked with electricity from chip, falls off moped … chip removed on the field with no pain meds … forced to vomit (not shown) … dead (?? FUKIN EXCUSE ME?! WTF?? HOW DO U KILL OFF HO GAE?!?!) … Myung Pil wakes in hospital, collapses off bed … collapses in grief

12 : (@ 36:30 NOT DEAD, thank fuckin god! - that's right! fuk him up Ho Gae!) Ho Gae in fight; stabbed in leg, wounds stepped on, crate broken over his head.. Myung Pil & Do Ha blown back by explosion & collapsing wall … treated by paramedics … Ho Gae, Myung Pil, & Do Ha hospitalized (aw, they get to share a room 😆) … [flashback] walking with a crutch … [present] walking with a crutch

[rottinghyacinth]

More,Laito Sakamaki

Headcanons/thoughts

Tw:child abuse/sexual abuse/trauma/laito sakamaki/assault

So I wanted to talk about Laito sakamaki in a bit more depth,specifically when he's a child/his childhood growing up

So we know that with the sakamaki brothers they all kinda grew up together,in the same house I'm pretty sure

We see this in the flashback in the anime of their childhood (I haven't played the game or read the comics)

It looks like to some extent they bonded,at least until a certain age

But in present day their relationship is strained,and I can guess it happened around their actual teenage years(before going into the hundreds)

Laito's relationship with his brothers is even more rifted when he started being molested by cordelia

Because his view of love was so tainted,mistaking lust and abuse for love he isn't exactly sure how to properly bond with his brothers now that cordelia has ruined his perception of what love is supposed to be and look like

I also read somewhere (and headcanon) that his brothers found out that he was in an incestuous relationship with their mother when they were still kids and feel guilty about

In present day its obvious the brothers don't bond and don't ever plan to,but even with all their trauma and misconceptions in life they can still feel horrified learning that cordelia was molesting and grooming their brother

As kids the rest of the brothers couldn't exactly do anything about the situation

I read that ayato found out by hearing laito sneak off to cordelias room late at night and feels tremendous guilt about it

Despite the abuse the brothers already endured I imagine it would still be extremely traumatic to acquire that information

I think that being sexually abused by his mother has (obviously) never felt truly good

In the comics,he says that love is something that feels good (referring to sleeping with cordelia,concluding that this is his perception of love)

Yet I think that it never truly felt because because it isn't natural nor okay

Of course his body responded naturally to sexual pleasure and adding on that he doesn't exactly know it's wrong,your brain still knows deep down is wrong

I think when he got older he realised it wasn't a normal thing to do but he refuses to acknowledge it because of how uncomfortable it is to think about

He isn't really in touch with his emotions

He just feels something and goes with it

But he hates being vulnerable

Which is why he chooses to make others vulnerable unstead (I'm in no way excusing this behaviour,simply bringing it to light in order to explain my thoughts on his abuse)

I also believe that cordelia physically forced sexual in counters on him multiple times,which could also explain his violent controlling,impulsive behaviour,because it was shown to him (I know he didnt have a choice as a child and was coerced,just saying that maybe he didn't comply at first so he was possibly literally dragged or hit/restrained)

He was also surrounded by adults who knew about it (karlheinz I'm convinced he knows everything that goes on at all times,richter),but didn't nothing,which was probably extremely suffocating

Knowing that you could be helped,but weren't

I don't like them (all sakamakis) though because of their history as notorious abusers,torturers,assaulters and most likely rapists,not to mention killing the brides

Remember that just because you were abused,it is not an excuse to abuse other,break the cycle

[eyes-blazing]

Sera didn’t answer, just led Nate to her office and shut the door behind them. The room was filled with books and weapons, and a set of polished black armor on its stand in the corner. The room scream that Sera Harper was a warrior first, but her desk spoke differently. It was covered in photo frames, the twins as children in Asgard, Loki staring out at a sun set, Emrys holding up a cat with a missing tooth smile. She picked that one up and handed it to Nate.

“I haven’t seen that boy in my son since he was 8 years old.” There was a sadness and rage to her tone, not directed at Nate but at anyone who had ever dared to hurt her son. “He was six when he found that stray. It was wondering the streets of Asgard, half feral, but Emrys decided it could be the family pet. She scratched him everywhere she could reach but he would just say that she was scared and we needed to take care of her. Teach her she was safe.”

She took a deep breath picking up a small stone and pouring a little of her magic into it. The room fell away and suddenly they were standing in a plush room, a large balcony over looking Asgards golden towers.

A younger Sera was knelt in front of a small black haired boy with long awkward limbs and large green eyes. He was sobbing and clutching his hands to his stomach.

“Momma they wouldn’t stop….I was just trying to read my book but they said dad was a bad guy…I just wanted to read my book…”

The words came out between gasping sobs and the younger Sera’s back was tense with anger.

“I know sweet boy. I know. Let me see your hands.”

The older Sera standing next to Nate spoke, the same anger and rage in her voice as that of her past.

“This is the day my son died. He was murdered by the hatred and mistrust born of his grandfather. They tortured my son for loving his father. He never smiled fully after this, oh he would smile at jokes or when he played a prank. But it never quite went deep enough to be real.”

The image fell away again, the world restructuring as the glade outside of Sera’s front door.

Hel was there, holding up a sobbing teenaged Emrys, he still hadn’t grown into his limbs. He was also clearly high or drunk. But the minute he saw his mother he lurched forward, collapsing into her arms.

“Mom I messed up. I messed up so bad.”

Sera flinched as his sobbed turned into screams of agony as Hel explained what had happened, Darren had died. Emrys had attempted to end his own life. Emrys screams echoed around the forest as his mother held him.

“I hadn’t seen my son in a year at this point. I told him if he wanted to ruin himself it wouldn’t be under my roof and he left. I never met Darren, but I know that Emrys loved him. He stopped smiling completely after this…eventually he started up again. But never the way he had before.” Images flashed around them. Emrys training, slowly growing into his limbs, Loki teaching him the glamor spell to hide his hands, slowly a smile started to come back to his face but there was always a deep pain just under the surface. “Until one day…”

The images settled in the kitchen, Sera, and Pyira were shelling pees around the islands and Emrys walked in. He was wearing the outfit from the art show.

“Hey…so I think I messed up…”

“What did you do fire breath.” Pyira looked up and dropped her peas. “Who?”

“His names Nate.” Emrys bit his lip, looking between his mother’s and sister. “Met him today when I was doing something I shouldn’t have been…” He smiled slightly, that soft smile that belonged to Nate. “He offered me tea and I invited him to my art show tonight…and he came and we talked and dear god he’s amazing. And smart and funny and so fucking gorgeous and we’re gonna hang out again tomorrow if he can get off work in time. And it feels like it did before but I thought Peter was like before and I-“

Sera put her hand over Emrys’ mouth, a soft smile on her own face.

“Say his name again.”

“Nate.”

The smile was back, bright and joyful and so much like the little boy, gapped tooth boy, holding a half feral cat.

“Oh my sweet boy…”

The world recentered itself in Sera’s office and she set the stone down on desk again.

“My son is finally, finally, coming back to life. Because he is finally at a place where he can heal from all the pain this universe has inflicted on him. It has been a long road, full of more pain than anyone should be able to survive.” She took the photo from Nate. “If something were to happen to you, something that was caused by him, my son would not survive. And I could not bear to hear those screams again.”

Sera cupped Nates jaw gently with both hands, green eyes so like her sons studying him.

“You love him. You love my son, with all his scars and sharp edges, you love him. You are bringing my sweet boy back to life in a way no one has seen since he was eight years old. And you are not allowed to risk your life, because you are my family now. To be loved by a phoenix is to be loved completely and you are loved by two.”

@eyes-blazing

When Emrys came back from his performance with his band at his favorite bar, he had 3 missed calls and a voicemail on his phone. All from an unknown number.

"Hello. I'm Doctor Johnson. Am I speaking to Mister Emrys-Aiden Ris Lokison? You are listed as Nathan William Sanders' emergency contact. I am sorry but I have to tell you that Mr. Sanders had an accident and is at the hospital now."

[lesmisscraper]

Cosette being adopted by Valjean in the Christmas Morning of 1823. Volume 2, Book 3, Chapter 9.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[monsterhighlovurr]

Headcanons for Tokis childhood and deathcurse

TW:child abuse

Toki is an angel of death, not in the sense that he CAUSES death, but he is always around people when they dies because he is the angel that guides them to the afterlife. We can see this with Juliette in dethkids, his friend father dethlessons, his dad in dethdad and his cat in dethhealth. They were all sick and dying beforehand (cancer with the little girl and his dad and an unnamed illness with the friend father) Toki was just the angel that guided them to death. Even the cat had a “little bit of a cough” in the beginning of the episode, Toki just gave him its send off. How brutal a persons death is indicates if they go to heaven or hell, if they die peacfully, they go to heaven, if they die a slow and agnozing brutal death, well, you know…

Tokis parents were abusers. I hate the narrative that Tokis parents were justified in their abuse and torture of little Toki because they were simply trying to prevent his death curse when in reality, Toki lived in a cult and his parents were abusive, his parents would have abused and tortured him death curse or not.

However, I do believe the village and caught on to the fact that Toki was always suspiciously present when someone died. There were alot of deaths in the village, not because of Toki, but because they wouldve died anyway, the winters were very harsh and the commune was very cruel. Deaths plauged the village but now they had someone to blame it on. The village thusly ostracized Toki for suspicion that he may be the cause of the deaths, leading Toki with no one to surround himself but his parents. Toki rarely got to play with kids his own age as they quickly learned to stay away from the “cursed boy”, it was based partly in hatred, but more so in genuine religious fear that they had done something wrong and had pissed off the gods, who had now sent them a cursed child to pay for their sins. Toki now has to spend most of his free time at home doing chores instead of singing in the choir with the rest of the little boys.

This is oddly enough the only time his parents show true compassion and defend their son. Less because they actually care about him, more because claiming that they birthed a devil child is a direct insult to them and calls into question their own souls and associations with the devil. Little Toki is confused and untrustworthy of his parent’s reactions and internalizes the remarks and treatment (or lack thereof) from the village and wish his parents would punish him harder to cleanse his impure soul. His parents do treat him slightly worse when a member of the village dies, but they also comfort him and defend him from attacks, which confuses poor little Tokis mind even further. They do this because a small part of them believes that Toki is really a devil child, so he must be punished to keep him in check and to pay for his sins, but he also must be comforted and taken care of so that he doesn’t lash out at them and take their souls + they genuinely feel bad for him being isolated (its a cult, the worst thing for a member to face isnt abuse and torture, its isolation from the commune, they have very confusing morals) a big part of them is still convinced that Toki is a normal regular village child however, thusly they treat him how the rest of the village children are treated, which is very badly. (I still want to emphasize that this is a cult and his parents are still abusers, they still wouldve abused and tortured him just as harshly if he wasnt a demigod, and they dont abuse and torture him because hes a demigod, him being a demigod just changes *how* they specifically go about it, and because of the religous aspects of their cult, if they were fully convinced that Toki was a devil child and caused the deaths of the village members they would have just sacrificed him in the name of god.)

Adult Toki is quite the extrovert, which seems normal on the surface, but he is also extremely codependent and starts to loose it when he is isolated for extended periods of time, wether socially or physically, which leads to him trying to find companionship in *anyone* good OR bad if dethklok ignores him for too long. Like Rockso for example. He also blames himself for any type of social failing or isolation to an unhealthy degree. Now that Toki is an adult playing sinful music, spreading devilish messages and causing mass chaos and destruction with his band makes his parents fully convinced that he is the son of the devil and they wish that they had killed him when they had the chance. Now they are too scared to do so.

[heulwenflower]

11 years

Tw:child abuse,abuse in general,violence in general

11 years

1

1

11

Sleeping beauty may have slept for 100 years

In Castle covered in thorns

But I have been trapped on that balcony for 11

Covered with chairs pinning me down and swinging for my crown

Sleeping beauty got a nice sleep

With eternal youth

Unaware in bliss

I live in an eternal nightmare

A body that aged too quickly

The truth hiding in every chair

Every argument