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[3-2-whump]

OC Week Day 4: Hobbies, Fashion 1: Favorite Outfit

After this incident, Khaled gets ample time to recover and catch up on the games he has missed. It would obviously still hurt to lean back a bit, but at least the couch cushions are soft.

Reference Image Under the Cut

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[scatterpatter]

So I made a sketch comic- sort of a vent, I guess? Mainly about plurality, and feelings on a past abuser and the lingering trauma, all to a part who didn't experience the trauma for himself... But realized it could be quite triggering so heed the following warnings!

Mentions of trauma and abuse (nothing explicit), showing alters in distress from the trauma

Speaking to the abuser in second person, in a very personal context (ex. "You did this to me" language). This comic is not targeted towards any of my followers/mutuals/anyone who sees it, but if you are easily triggered or otherwise made uncomfortable by the very personal language usage, please skip and know this is not targeted towards you

Eye contact and unsettling eye imagery

Brief blood imagery and mentioning wanting to bring harm to an abuser

All under the cut, proceed with caution!

I want to make it clear: We are okay, I just wanted to express my personal feelings on dealing with one of my system's traumas.

And for legal reasons: I do not actually wish to harm anyone, and have no intentions to do so. I harbor malice, and went a bit harsh on the imagery/language used to depict my malice, but our system is safe and we don't intend to bring any harm to anyone, regardless of how they harmed us

... Also if you got this far, bonus doodle of how me and one of my alters is now unwinding, to bring the positive vibes back <3

[calibowrites]

weigh your heart against my eyes

Fandom: Bones (2005)

Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Discussions of CSA, CSEM, pedophilia, and sex trafficking. Descriptions of self-harming behaviour, severe panic attack, and flashbacks. Stay safe.

Description: When a case hits too close to home, it's up to Lance to pull you back from the brink.

Read it here on AO3!

[chrisbangsbf]

you look good enough to eat

Chan/Hyunjin

Explicit | 1,666 words

Tags and Warnings: vampire chan x gore whore hyunjin, blood and gore, blood drinking, biting, cock biting, painplay, referenced knifeplay, wounds and injury, consensual kink, established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, switches hyunchan

AO3 link

"You look good enough to eat." Hyunjin snarls, lips in an evil smirk as he eyes the masterpiece he's created in front of him. 

Chan is kneeling, hunched over in front of Hyunjin's feet, gashes creating beautiful crimson art across his back and shoulders, all the way down to the swell of his ass. There's a stark pool of blood under his pale naked body as well, and the artist in Hyunjin is so very pleased. Proud of his knife work. Ogling the split open flesh like it's a dessert he wants to dig his tongue into.  

"So, so beautiful," Hyunjin whispers, digging his fingers into one particularly harsh wound on Chan's spine. His fingers get covered in blood and he grins wider, watching closely as Chan writhes in pain yet he doesn't make a single sound. "My beautiful, sweet, delicious Channie." 

Chan must be in excruciating pain, Hyunjin knows. But that's what makes it so exhilarating to toy with him. Being able to do as he pleases, even amongst a creature that could kill him in an instant... one that can never die… The power makes every nerve in Hyunjin's body feel like a live wire, sparking with a dangerous amount of electricity. 

Unlike Hyunjin, whose body is covered in scars of all shapes and sizes, from not only his own doing but Chan's as well, Chan's body will go completely back to normal eventually. The wounds will heal within days, and the scars will become nearly invisible after a few weeks. He loves this kind of treatment anyway, downright begs for it sometimes, even. To have Hyunjin cut him up and whip him until his body is covered in deep purple bruises and tender welts. 

It's all part of their exchange; Chan likes the taste of Hyunjin's blood, and Hyunjin likes to beat the shit out of Chan. Chan likes being beat the shit out of, and Hyunjin likes being sucked dry (in more ways than one). It works for them. 

And not to mention, they're also just totally, utterly in love. A gore whore and a vampire. The perfect match.

Hyunjin hums and smears the trickling blood across Chan's ass, soothes the raw skin for a moment before landing a solid smack against it. Chan's whole body jerks forward from the weight of it and Hyunjin sees the way his face twists from the nearly unbearable pain. And if he's not mistaken, he also finally hears a small whimper from below. 

"Did I hear something?" Hyunjin quickly grabs a thick chunk of Chan's hair and yanks his head back harshly. He watches his eyebrows scrunch, brilliant red eyes looking up at him, brimming with unshed tears.

Chan doesn't speak for a moment, undoubtedly too distracted by the stinging in his scalp and also the flood of embarrassment rocking through him. 

"Answer me," Hyunjin hisses, voice stern. Chan whines, and he sounds positively pathetic. It makes Hyunjin's cock twitch. 

"I'm sorry, I–" Chan begins, but the grip on his hair tightens and he falters for a moment. "–I didn't mean to," he swears, voice wet and desperate. His arms tremble where he's holding himself up, and suddenly Hyunjin's hand is releasing his hair and cupping his cheek instead, shushing him gently. It's like experiencing whiplash. 

Chan can't help but to lean into the touch, even after everything. Hyunjin laughs, cold. 

"I should punish my plaything for disobeying." Hyunjin smears the blood below Chan's nose with his thumb and dips it between his equally bloody lips. Chan shakes, eyes pleading as he sucks around it. "But I won't, since you owned up to it like such a good boy," Hyunjin adds before moving away completely, leaving Chan there on his hands and knees as a sob escapes his throat. 

Tears drip down Chan's face at the loss. He feels extra sensitive, extra hungry, and he knows Hyunjin must feel a little bad for him because he's soon sitting on the floor next to him and pulling Chan into his lap. He's given a slow kiss, lazy like Chan isn't still actively gushing blood from several wounds across his body. There's no urgency behind Hyunjin's movements, and Chan can feel the lust swirling hot and heavy in his gut. 

Fingers are pushed back into his mouth when sits back, blood slick and gritty from where Hyunjin must have wiped some up off the grimy floor, and Chan moans out loud at the taste. He must admit, his own blood doesn't taste that great, being dead and all that, but the fact that Hyunjin gets off on this as much as he does makes everything worth it. 

Chan laps the digits clean and melts under Hyunjin's praise and the headiness of pain, gladly spits into the other's palm when he offers it and lets him wrap his soiled hand around both of them to jerk them off. Chan's eyes fall to his long, slender, beautifully ruined fingers as he works them until Chan's squirming in his lap.

When they'd first gotten together, before they'd created the beautiful mess they have now, Chan had offered to file his teeth so that he wouldn't hurt Hyunjin. He’d even promised that they’d come back and sharpen over time. Horrified, Hyunjin had told him absolutely not, that his fangs were a beautiful part of him. Chan had felt fond then, growing even more so when he'd discovered just how much Hyunjin got off on his gentle nips and bites. That he got off even harder to the harsher ones, and harder still when he'd get to watch Chan rip some poor bastard's throat out. 

Now, with his teeth sunk into the squishy flesh of Hyunjin's neck, he feels overwhelmed with gratitude. He tastes so sweet, so sultry, so smooth and energizing. His own personal energy drink. 

"You're so pretty, Jinnie," Chan says as he leans back, blood trickling down his chin as he runs a fingertip up the center of Hyunjin's bruised sternum. "Always so pretty for me. You're my pretty little gore whore, aren't you?" 

Hyunjin makes a strangled noise as Chan dips forward to lick a flat stripe over a pair of puncture wounds right above his collarbone. “Yeah," he moans. The sting feels so good he's surprised his achingly hard dick hasn't betrayed him and came yet. Especially after getting to spend so much time carving Chan's beautiful body to his heart's content.  "All yours." 

Chan chuckles darkly, sucking up a little mouthful of his lover's blood, reveling in the sweet metallic taste against his tongue as he swishes it around in his mouth for a moment before leaning forward to grab Hyunjin's chin. He squeezes his mouth open and Hyunjin immediately sticks his tongue out for Chan to spit it all into his mouth. 

Chan almost hates to let the sweet flavor go, but thinks it's worth it to see the other's teeth stained red and still have the pleasantly bitter aftertaste on his tongue. 

Hyunjin swallows and lets out a groan that nearly makes Chan snap. He glances down to where he's still working his hand up and down their lengths and finds himself salivating. Wanting more. Needing more. 

"Can I suck you off?" Chan begs, voice hoarse from abuse. Hyunjin's cock is beautiful, he thinks, even covered in a sticky layer of blood like this. Especially then, to be honest. 

"Fuck– yeah, baby, go ahead," Hyunjin curses, nodding as Chan groans and slips himself back onto the floor to take Hyunjin into his sore mouth.

The inside of Hyunjin's thighs are still painted red from Chan fucking into him earlier, and Chan's fingers equally as messy as he grips onto his hips and wraps his lips around his cock. He absolutely doesn't mind the teeth, either. He scrapes the tips of his fangs against the other's shaft and revels in how Hyunjin hisses and bucks deeper into his throat.

Hyunjin leans back, naked back meeting the cold puddle of blood below them, crusting into the tips of his hair as Chan pulls him apart. 

The smell is intoxicating – Hyunjin's arousal and sweat smells heavenly, enough on its own to make Chan leak desperately despite the fire dancing across his skin, but the blood only enhances that. Makes Chan feel feral with desire.

When Chan bites down just enough at the base of his cock for it to bleed, Hyunjin comes suddenly with a shout, burying himself deep in Chan's throat as his body pulls tight and shudders.

Blood and cum fill Chan's mouth and he chokes on it, making him splutter grossly until Hyunjin's yanking him off and digging his nails into his scalp with a hiss of overstimulation. He swallows hard, sniffling the snot away and instead running a finger through the gathered blood between the base of Hyunjin's cock and balls before sucking into his mouth to fill the void. 

Hyunjin smirks and drags his nails down to dig into Chan's shoulder blade, which only adds to the pleasure building in Chan's abdomen. 

The sweet taste of Hyunjin's blood on his tongue in combination with the sting from his nails and how furiously he pumps his cock over Hyunjin's limp body is all it takes for Chan to come too. He shoots out over Hyunjin's balls, cursing as finally gets to milk himself dry after being riled up for so long. His brain blanks for a moment as he comes back to his body – then he proceeds to collapse on top of Hyunjin with a defeated huff.

Hyunjin laughs, almost hysterically, as he reaches up to run his fingers through Chan's blood-stained hair. He smiles, teeth showing and eyes crinkling as Chan leans down to kiss him. Slow and deep. 

Chan ends up laughing too, between kisses, and as they lay there covered in spit and blood and cum, he whispers right up against Hyunjin's pulse point, teeth scraping the delicate skin, "See, now you're the one that looks good enough to eat."

[iinfernc]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍, 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀/ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀an atomized dissertation of the devil of new york, an original character developed and analyzed by matthias ⁽²⁶⁾.

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HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS 20/20 — A CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TASK, PERTINENT TO MEMORIES.

TRIGGER WARNING! This character development task contains potentially triggering content such as: child abuse and abandonment, narcissism, cheating, heartbreak.  //  @exclusivemusings

What is a key memory your muse has that drastically changed the course of their life?

This would probably the time when he stole his dad’s car and took it for a roadtrip with his friends, effectively running away. All of the boys had used their parents’ credit cards to take them as far as they could go, and wound up breaking down on the side of the road. The entire trip was Lukas’ first taste of real freedom from his parents, and solidified his means to kick off running and never look back the second he legally could. Had he never formally made the decision to cut his parents out of his life (for the most part), he’d likely be even more of a reflection of them now—more cruel, more selfish, more manipulative.

What decisions have they made that ultimately wound them up where they are now - physically, emotionally, spiritually?

What decisions hasn’t he made that wound him up where he is now? That’s a better question, because Lukas continually fucks up his life over and over and never has, and likely never will, learn from his mistakes to be a better man. Some of the more notable decisions have been cheating on almost every person he’s been in a relationship with, hiring someone to steal his industry rival’s databases, sleeping with his ex-girlfriend’s best friend, getting married to someone he just met over Pride, and generally every decision he’s made in primarily his own self-interest, have brought him to his current turmoil. That isn’t to say some of his decisions haven’t been good. After all, no one person is wholly good or wholly bad. He is definitely objectively a horrible person who hurts others and doesn’t take accountability for doing so, but at least in regards to his line of work, which he’s very passionate about, nearly all of his decisions have been good and commendable even. He holds a lot of pride in his work and, emotionally, that provides him with enough of a buffer to give himself praise when others would rather hold him accountable. To tell himself he’s not so bad, when others try to show him that he is, in fact, and doesn’t have to be, but chooses to be.

Physically he’s aging, yes, but still very much in the prime of his life. He doesn’t have the same crazy stamina he had in his twenties, but he’s chosen to live a very active lifestyle despite his obligations and his body reflects that, in both outward appearance and internal functioning. Generally, he does not experience any physical ailments except eczema flares, which he’s had since he was a child.

If they were to have made a different decision at the time, what would it have been?

Hindsight really is always 20/20 with Lukas and he only ever wishes he could go back and have a do-over after the consequences are already there in his face. In most situations, yes, he’d likely choose to go back and make a different decision. Not cheat on his partners. Not betray peoples’ trust. Not marry someone he just met. Act more selflessly, do more for others. But, with Lukas, practice is damn near impossible compared to theory. In the moment, he would likely make the same exact decisions he made the first time around.

How might their life differ now had they made that alternative decision?

He’d likely be a lot happier. Have stable relationships, possibly even a family and kids of his own.

Does your muse ever wish they could go back in time and change anything about their life? If so, what?

If you were to ask him, he would tell you no. He’s too prideful to admit that anything in his life could have negatively affected him and permanently so. Deep down, yes he does. If he had some way to give himself a loving childhood—even a childhood where his parents were at least there—he would start there.

How does your muse experience their bad memories? Are they nostalgic? Resentful? Remorseful? Do they avoid them altogether?

Lukas tends to avoid bad memories like the plague. When he does allow himself to reminisce, because it’s typically things he himself has caused, he tends to feel remorseful and resentful of himself. He does not understand why he ruins every relationship he gets into, or why he’s so inherently bad (as he believes he is), and to confront those emotions, his mind does some strange things. He either lets it drag him down into some self-hate spiral that ultimately ends in denial, or he’ll go into immediate denial.

What is your muse’s worst memory?

TW CHILD PHYSICAL ABUSE. Lukas’ worst memory is difficult to pinpoint, but if he had to narrow them down to an era, it would all be concentrated in his childhood. Though he’s had devastating memories as an adult, nothing compared to the original wound of the only people that were obligated to care for him, not caring for him. Considering which one left the longest mark, and the one that might immediately come to surface if someone ever asked him what his worst memory is, it would be the night his father came home after he’d been arrested for arson at age fourteen. James had beaten him nearly to death, and then left him to take himself to the hospital. In the three days that ensued of hospitalization, his parents never looked for him, and rather flew back out to their respective jobs. A full detailed account can be found here and here.

What is your muse’s favorite memory?

Happy memories are typically superficial for Lukas, but the memories he’s had with his ex-girlfriend, Camila, have been consistently the best of his life. He was deeply in love with her, and when they met, they’d both been on a world-tour cruise. When the cruise docked in Thailand, they hiked down to a waterfall, and finally kissed one another for the first time. That night, they rented out a glass igloo from a local hotel, where they’d be able to sleep under the open sky surrounded by the forest and an elephant preserve. Stargazing has always been highly comforting and intimate to Lukas, as it was one of—if not the only—coping mechanism taught to him as a child. That night has been forever ingrained in Lukas’ memory as fondly as he’s ever experienced, and despite the ultimate demise their relationship met, it’s his favorite memory.

What is a song or aesthetic that brings up a memory for your muse, and what memory is it?

The song Wavelengths by Gem Club. It was playing on the cruise deck that he and Camila had been on, and they’d danced together, alone late at night to it, again underneath the stars and moonlight. He is not often so romantic, but in that moment, and every moment after, he felt safe enough with Camila to be so. That was the night he realized he loved her.

[s0fars0perfect]

update! not a sick update per se, but it is an update. it's also really gross tho so proceed with caution.

i'm not really that sick anymore. i haven't taken another test but i think i should be good in terms of being contagious. i haven't left the house! i'll take a test before i do but i feel pretty much fine other than some light congestion and still being really fucking tired, but being tired might have something to do with SOMETHING ELSE horrible that's happening to me.

gross part under the cut!

i'm having the most hellacious, diabolical period of my life. i've never had a period like this. it's so heavy and truly disgusting i can't even really put it into words.

this morning i woke up at 8:30 and RUSHED to the bathroom just to have blood literally RUNNING DOWN MY LEGS and POOLING ON THE BATHROOM TILE. i have changed my super plus tampon FIVE TIMES TODAY. WHOLE CHUNKS OF UTERINE LINING have escaped my body. i pulled one out with my tampon about five minutes ago. i have never experienced a period like this in my whole life.

i genuinely think it's because my period has been backing up and not functioning correctly for the past three months so my body is basically trying to clean house rn all at once, which means everything must go but it's gross. it's a good thing i'm not squeamish about blood because if i was i would be having a very bad time rn.

so i'm doing my best but honestly, only i could have covid and then the world's worst, heaviest period back to back.

[kawamarii]

ⵌ — butterscotch .ᐟ

. ָ࣪ shoko ieri x reader

contents Ⳋ fluff !!! , domestic shoko, f!reader, injured!reader, shoko patches u up, she scolds u a lil, blood, maybe a lil tw?

a/n : man i love women so much. gettin to requests soon! pls bare wif me, IM BACK FROM HIATUS BABIESSSSSSSUH

word count : 568

silent.

that’s what the room was — where you sat atop the examination table, bloody shirt discarded where a gash ran along your side. your girlfriend, ever the doctor, tends to your wound with utmost care. she has a … pensive look on her face. baggy eyes squinted, plump lips tugged beneath her teeth as she focuses on the task at hand.

… you knew what was coming.

“you could’ve died, you realize that?” she finally speaks up, her deadpan eyes flickering up to you, her frown deepening. you let out a sheepish laugh. damn, your girlfriend was intimidating when upset. “aha,, well, i didn’t! i’m fine, see? jus’ a scratch.” you try to downplay, but she doesn’t buy it.

“that’s not the point.” she refuted through a sigh. “i told gojo to specifically not let you on that mission. but did he, or you, listen?” she squints. you don’t say anything, knowing not to argue her point. it’s not like she was exactly wrong, anyway.

“your recklessness is exactly why i don’t want you going out on missions as freely as he does. i told you to at least wait until your other injuries were healed, but did you listen? noooope. is this how it’s gonna be? you comin’ home injured every time despite my warnings? when’re you gonna learn, hm?”

you sink into your seat. she was right, you were reckless, and this scolding was definitely in line. you sigh. “mm.. yea. ‘m sorry, sho.” you murmur.

she sighs and her voice is a little more gentle. “you’re such a stubborn girl, hm. why’d you go through with it despite me saying not to?” you shift. “jus’ didn’t wanna be seen as some fragile sorcerer, i guess.” you say in a mumble.

“but you do realize that i don’t see you that way, right? i worry about you because i love you, not because i wanna be a pain in your ass.” she chuckles. “i know you wanna get as strong as you can, but please, at least heed my warnings. i don’t want you coming home with fatal injuries, yeah?”

you look up at her with a small pout on your lips but you nod. “mhm, you’re right. ‘should’ve listened to you.”

she gives you a small smile and pats your cheek. “good girl. i love you, but i swear to all things holy if y’dont listen when i tell you t’stay back i’ll lock you in your room.” she jokes.

you snort and you nod. “yes ma’am.” she huffs a laugh, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. shoko takes a step back to give you room, and grabs a piece of candy you can only assume is her favourite flavour - butterscotch - from her pocket, unwraps it, and pops it between her lips.

you watch her as she does so with a spark of adoration in your eyes — one she doesn’t miss, and it makes her heart skip a beat. she could never stay mad at you, with the way your voice soothes her entire being and how fucking cute you are.

even when she’s feeling a little cooped up with work or even a little discouraged, she pushes through it. because she has someone waiting for her at home —

— you.

the girl sweeter than the candy she ate, more addictive than the cigarettes she puffed.

© marimisses on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc.

[hapfish]

@traumas-tmntober-2024's Risetober 2024 Day 3: Starvation!

been bingereading firefight by @remedyturtles and i cannot get like 3 particular scenes out of my brain and this is one. such an amazing fic but pls read the tags

ALSO please heed the tw and dont click if you dont want to see! art + alts are below the cut.

im sos orry donnie but erm. :) leo is tomorrow i think <3

[pinacolanagifs]

omg , it's a new gif pack from pinacolana !! in the source link below you will find #1225 (268x151) gifs of walton goggins from season 1 of the show fallout. you know the drill , if you like these gifs and wanna use em then hit the like button or even reblog if you're feelin generous. i'm super down for these gifs being edited in any sort of way, just tag me so i could gush over it. have a good time fellow gif enthusiasts !

tw's include ( so many !! pls take heed i hope i got them all ) horses, lassos, flashing lights, shattering glass, facial disfiguration/horror(?), weapons, violence, fire, explosions, a cute lil doggy, eating, kissing, torture, throwing up, blood, drinking, sexual situations, semi nudity, smoking

[gunnrblze]

pls yandere keegan hcs....🙏🙏

Sorry this took so long my dear! I’ve not written yandere shit in a millennia, so if it’s corny I apologize💀 also this turned into a little drabble rather than hc’s. MDNI, 18+, dark fic

big TW below the cut: obsessed,possessive Keegan, reference to violence/murder, stalking, manipulation, reference to sexual activity (no actual sex/assault), home invasion, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of being tied up/caged. it’s dark & fucked up, that’s the warning, please heed it don’t come for me

He sees you one day, his heart melting and his cock throbbing in his jeans. You’re so pretty, so precious, and he feels something light him up from the inside out. He wanted to have you. All to himself. He figured you probably didn’t even know how lost you were, not until he stepped into the picture. He was retired from the forces now, he’d been looking for a new project anyways. This would be your rebirth, that’s the way he saw it at least when he decided to follow you home that day.

Scoping out what he’d be working with, your home, how many entrances and exits there are. The neighbors, if you have any roommates/family, pets, alarm systems, etc. To his sheer pleasure, you lived totally alone. He’d change that soon. Don’t worry, honey.

You had a couple ring cameras set up, child’s play, nothing he couldn’t get past. Not that he really cared, of course. He’d have you any way he could get. He’d just hate to have to involve anyone else with his affairs, lest he need to find a more permanent solution. Cop killer isn’t a good look, but if they sniffed around, they’d get what they’d get, he figured.

Taking you would be easy, that wasn’t a problem. He was a silent, experienced man, you hadn’t even noticed how he’d been following you home for the past week anyways. How he’d sit in his truck across the street and watch your figure move around from behind those curtains that were way too sheer. Hell, if he wasn’t planning to rehome you, he’d have to get you new ones. People could see you like that, sweetheart. People that don’t deserve you. Ones that you don’t belong to.

It didn’t matter, really, when exactly he took you, you’d be living a new life with him anyways. He’d already set up such a nice, cozy little spot for you in his basement. He’d snuck in one day while you were at work, he had to know more about you of course. And he knows your favorite color now, so all the blankets and pillows he bought just for you will suit those tastes. He knows your favorite snacks and drinks, he’ll want you to be comfortable of course, especially when you resist at first.

He made sure to memorize all your products, too. So when he helps you wash your hair, you’ll be using the right shampoo. And when he lets you bathe, you can have your favorite scent of body wash. He loves the way you smell anyhow, that scent was wafting off you when he accidentally bumped into you at the grocery store a few days ago.

All the things you enjoyed, he made sure to make a mental note of them. Music, clothes, books, games, any and everything that you filled your space with. He couldn’t believe how lovely you were. Such a beautiful soul, no? You’d be the best addition to the new home and land he’d purchased after retiring, the acres and acres of property, free of any imposing neighbors.

He’d left your home in the exact condition it was in before he broke in, of course. He’d disabled your cameras through your WiFi router, not the best home surveillance, he reckoned, but he had something much more up to the task on his property. Thank god for military training, no? You didn’t even seem to be too concerned when he watched you come home that evening and check them out yourself. Going back and forth between the app on your phone and the camera near your front door in an attempt to figure out why the connection had cut out for a couple hours.

It almost killed him to watch you get so frustrated before finally giving up, going back inside to simply fix your WiFi. He wished he could tell you that sooner rather than later, you wouldn’t have a problem in the world. He’d take them all from you, give you any and everything you need.

He was expecting a fighter, of course. From what he learned, you had an attitude, didn’t take much shit. That asshole in the mall parking lot got an earful when he almost rear ended your car last week, fucker tried to blame it on you. Thankfully he didn’t, but Keegan took care of it anyway after you left.

Had you noticed the missing man on the news was that same guy? Did you realize what he’d done for you? Nobody would ever get to speak to you like that again, sweetheart. Not when he’s around to take care of you.

He packed extra rope in his truck just for you, just in case you were a smarter cookie than you looked. You can never be too careful, always underestimate your enemy, some of the lessons he’d learned during his career seemed to apply here too. Not that you were an enemy, god no, but you’d certainly consider him one for a while. He was just thinking logically, of course.

Thankfully you still had that spare key in the planter next to your front door from when he’d checked for one the first time he went to your house. He thought it was cute, really. How you figured putting it somewhere else, rather than under the mat, was safer.

He wasn’t stupid enough to take you during the day, but he could’ve. He just figured the darkness would hide his figure more easily. It was almost pathetic, how he walked right into your house without making a sound. He knew you were in bed already, part of your night routine. He felt a little bad for turning the WiFi off again when you were in the middle of your show, but it lured you out of your bedroom, thankfully.

Although it was for the best, he understood that you were scared when he silently cupped a hand over your mouth and locked an arm around your waist from behind. So he made sure to replace his hand with the rag very quickly before you fainted in his arms.

It took him a bit longer to get you into his truck than he’d initially planned. Finally getting his hands on you, laying your limp body down on the living room floor to brush the tears off your cheeks, he almost couldn’t stand it. The sight of his sweetheart, finally in his arms, looking too peaceful for words. He wasn’t one to get distracted, certainly not during a time like this either, but he didn’t account for the time it’d take him to get himself under control.

He had to excuse himself to your bedroom for a moment to jerk his rigid dick off into a pair of your dirty panties. He’d hate to drive with a hard on of course, especially when you’d be waking up around the time he arrived home. He didn’t want to be distracted while he brought you inside, considering you’d no doubt be more combative.

And it’s a good thing he knew how to think ahead, because your wrists were already raw against the rope as he dragged you through his front door. He hated to see you cry, hated the way the gag was soaked with your tears and saliva, but he tried telling you it was okay. You didn’t listen of course, flailing like a fish in his arms as he walked down the basement steps. But he’d wait. He’d wait until the day you thank him, until the day you reciprocate his love.

Until then, you can stay shackled to the wall. Please, just don’t make him put you in the cage again. Really, there’s no need to bite, sweetheart.

[meaningofaeons]

Ehhh hi! I love your work so i wanted to ask for hcs with star rail men and kafka (choose whoever you want) with gn!reader or s/o who has a lot of childhood trauma. I mean brutal emotional and physical abuse from a really young age, a lot of scars, blood, sa, ect. How would (star rail character) react to s/o telling them about their past/ seeing s/o's scars? Pls angst🙏. If you dont like the request, just ignore this. Have a nice day/night! -anon

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ old scars die hard

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski, kafka, jing yuan ⊹ word count - 1.3k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, TW!! themes of abuse both emotional and physical, self-harm tendencies (not touched on as much but possibly implied?), etc. please read with caution and heed the warnings!!!

hi anon omg I hope you're okay (ﾐዎ ﻌ ዎﾐ)ﾉ I don't know whether this is personal to you and your experiences or not but regardless!! this req touched me I know it's been sitting in my ask box for a while but I wanted to do it proper justice. I love you anon and I hope you are doing well <3!!! thanks for the req!

⊹ Sampo Koski

He's not super concerned at first when he sees the first signs of scars

I mean, he's had his fair share of run-ins with disgruntled "customers". His scars are more numerous than yours, he'd assume.

That is, until he remembers you're not really in the same line of fire that he can typically find himself in

That's what gets him wondering.

Sampo's not really one to get into emotional vulnerability, and I don't think he'd ask you first

Unless of course, you started to gain new ones under his watch

If he's known you for a while, I feel like he'd have questioned it often until you told him to stop, and then he'd be kind of reluctant to bring it up again.

However, if you two are fairly new friends/partners, he'd dance around the issue but try to confront it regardless.

Especially if the abuse is current from people currently in your life or something you recently inflicted on yourself, he'd try to mention/address it in a roundabout way.

"That doesn't look so hot, Y/N! Might wanna see Miss Nat for it. What, you getting into the business of scam—aheh, I mean, customer service—too?"

Sampo tries to keep it light, but when he notices the way you tremble at the acknowledgement he makes of your wounds, his face crumples.

He's instantly apologizing, instantly doing anything to make you feel even a little better.

Offering to take you out to lunch, buy you something nice, or just get some takeout food and watch a show together.

I feel like Sampo, being relatively unequipped to seriously handle stuff like this (considering he's very much a humor-cope kind of person) would be especially frantic in trying to assuage your troubles

Whatever you want! Seriously, he'll bend over backwards for you, especially when you're vulnerable.

Sampo Koski may not be the most sensitive or empathetic, but he knows when to hold the quips and jokes.

He's a very good listener, though. It's honestly pretty shocking.

Now, Sampo's not much of a violent criminal.

Yes, he's a conman, but usually his plans involve escape over actual fighting back.

Still, when he hears about those who have made you suffer, he's not going to stand by.

In the cover of night, after tending to your wounds (both physical and emotional), he'd be off.

He won't kill them. But Sampo sure as hell will make sure they wouldn't even think of coming within five miles of you ever again.

And you'll never find out about it, either.

All that will happen is your life improving because your abuser will be out of it, and Sampo is perfectly content melding back into his usual joking self, bringing as much normalcy to your more peaceful life as he can.

⊹ Kafka

At first, I think Kafka sees your scars/wounds and is kind of... uninterested? Or perhaps less uninterested and more just unconcerned.

Sure, there's questions and thoughts to be had, but everyone has their pasts—especially those among the Stellaron Hunters.

However, over time and with careful, calm observation, Kafka notices more about you.

She takes a special interest in you that she doesn't quite hold with her other fellow Stellaron Hunters.

How you apologize endlessly over small mistakes...

Or even how you flinched back when Silver Wolf of all people got angry and shouted at one of her video games.

I mean, Silver Wolf! The smallest of the Stellaron Hunters���outside of her abilities in manipulating the data of reality and hacking, she physically couldn't hurt a fly.

So, Kafka takes matters into her own hands.

She's pretty upfront, seeing no reason in beating around the bush.

She was content before in letting it slide as "everyone has their secrets", but she eventually develops something akin to concern for your situation.

"Darling, I just had a few small questions for you... Don't feel pressured to answer if you're not inclined."

The second half of her sentence shocked her a bit.

She has abilities relating to hypnotic suggestion—if there's something she wanted to hear or know, there's no reason she couldn't acquire it. And if there's something she wanted someone to listen to and obey, she could do it with no questions from the other party.

So really, it was awe-inspiring that she afforded you the luxury of choice here.

After hearing what happened to you, Kafka is not the type to go on a vengeance-path.

She knows the past is the past, and that you're with the Stellaron Hunters now, so your abuser is long gone from reach.

I think Kafka mostly focuses on comforting you in the moment.

Especially if you're partners, she'd be very inclined to give you a shoulder to lean on, a person to cry to.

Kafka may seem flippant, but she holds a deep-seated affection for you and she treats your trauma with the utmost respect and seriousness it deserves.

She'd definitely get more protective of you after hearing your past.

As long as it's not against Elio's script, she's accompanying you on any mission you need to attend to.

And, well, if someone happens to trigger any unpleasant memories, be it a stranger or otherwise...

They're taken care of. Quietly.

⊹ Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan, teddy bear of a man he is, is likely the most forthcoming of the three about any scars he sees on you.

He's the General and goes into battle so that you don't have to get scars like his, and yet, what are these past wounds he sees on you?

The man isn't an idiot, though. He knows the circumstances behind them are likely far from pleasant.

He also knows how to treat a matter with the delicateness it requires.

"My dear... May I ask about that wound on your arm?"

So, so gentle.

He's already got you in his arms before you can say a word, cradling you gently and soothing you before you can get the story out.

Listens to every single word you have to say, only breaking your continuous sentences to hush you now and then and calm you down

Doesn't matter how much work he has to do, Jing Yuan would stay with you for hours or days on end to make sure you were okay

He, like Kafka, is not the type to be overly vengeful or seeking of retribution against those who hurt you.

Rather, he's more of the mindset that the best revenge is a life well-lived, and that's exactly how he intends to get back at your abusers—by making your life as wonderful as he can.

That's not to say he won't do anything, though.

If your abusers were still alive or around, he'd definitely pull some strings.

Nothing violent, of course, but the abuser(s) lives aboard the Xianzhou Luofu would never be peaceful again if he knew who they were.

Jing Yuan is more focused on you and your recovery.

If you ever feel like hurting yourself, or the past comes back to haunt you, he's dropping everything for your sake.

He doesn't just treat you like glass or tiptoe around you, though.

He knows how strong you are to have made it through such experiences and still be alive—to a long-lived species, it's especially admirable that one could sustain themselves through such things

As such, Jing Yuan respects you greatly. And he demands the same from others.

Not that he didn't already, being that you're his partner or closest friend (however you'd like to interpret, but he is most certainly in love with you!)

He's just more conscious of his own actions henceforth.

Jing Yuan wasn't the type to raise his voice or get visibly upset with you even in moments of disagreement or conflict, but he's especially more gentle after hearing your past.

The man is literally a walking green flag, I don't know what else to tell you!

[ventitititi]

bully atsumu (do not support bullying) punishing reader for not letting him cheat in a test (she is a little scaredy cat, and afraid of ruining her rep as a goodytwoshoes). smut pls. (feel free to ignore if youre not confortable)

HI NONNY TY FOR YOUR REQUEST MUAH THIS IS AMAZING. Short and sweet for you i hope you like it :)

Tw: (1) spank, mild biting, creampie, degradation, use of the term slut

A calloused hand ran down your exposed back, teeth nibbling at the nape of your neck as atsumu pounded into you from behind. The school desk beneath you creaked with each thrust, his lips curving into a smirk when you whimpered.

"wow, my little slut is really liking this? I thought ya'd be scared."

He leans back to land a harsh smack to your ass, pace unrelenting as he uses you for his own pleasure. He leers at where your connected, a ring of your slick forming around his base. "Needy lil' sluts like you really do enjoy being used..."

He grunts when you clench down on him, hand reaching around your waist to pinch your clit harshly. "Just as well, since ya wouldn't let me see your awnsers, ya should prove yourself useful somehow."

He spits the words with venom, his thrusts getting faster and harder as time passes. right as your about to cum he empties inside you, pulling his dick from you before you can reach your own peak.

He pockets your panties with a sly smile, "new rule, slut. No panties unless i say so, and don't think i won't be checking."

He walks off towards his next class, paying your trembling form no heed. If only he'd been a little kinder, you'd have gotten your release too.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (28.5)

Tw: Evangeline is a molester reference, Monty got your number and hence stalking

This is like. An extremely short chapter, just want some votes to see what yall wanna do

So vOTE BELOW ONLY FIRST 21 VOTES WILL COUNT

part 29

"Very well. I will be taking the next available flight." His mouse clicks were audible, along with his furious keyboard typing.

You let out a surprised yelp, but he hasn't even been to the conference yet! How could he just travel back just like that?

"(name), 20 minutes is up. You should return the phone back to your housemate." He ignored your concerns, opting to remind you of what you're supposed to do.

As if on cue, she started banging on the door again. "Gimme back my phone!" You winced at her muffled shouting.

You hung up on Yves and screamed back to stop assaulting your poor door.

You opened the door and shoved the device into her hand before immediately retreating back into your refuge.

You wiped whatever leftover tears away and dialed Yves's number on your own phone. He picked up instantly.

"(Name), it's 5 in the evening now. Have you taken your dinner?" He asked. You heard shuffling and zipping in the background, he must be packing up everything.

You told him no. You're about to, then you asked what time it is at his place.

"It's eleven o'clock at night, my dear. I booked a flight that is at three in the morning. Accounting for the time differences, I will arrive at 8AM tomorrow- if there will be no delays."

You told him that he didn't have to do all this for you.

"(name)."

You sealed your lips at his vague warning.

"You should eat. It isn't good to starve yourself." Said Yves as he folded his clothes neatly into his suitcase.

You agreed and told him that you will call Yves back later.

There was a beat of silence before he lets out a hum of acknowledgement. Yves was disappointed that you wanted to end the call with him, when he wanted nothing but to feel your presence even though you're thousands of miles away.

Yves doesn't mind the silence as long as you were there. But it looks like you do. So he lets go.

"Goodbye, (name). I will see you tomorrow." You mumbled bye and hung up.

Now at least knowing Yves has your back, you had the courage to face your other notifications.

Just like you predicted, it was from none other than "Do not answer" and Evangeline.

Montgomery gave you eight missed calls, which you found terrifyingly unhinged. Whereas Evangeline sent you a few texts.

"Hi (name)!!! The sushi shop 15 minutes away from the campus has great reviews, wanna head there tomorrow for lunch? You get to avoid Mr stinky for once"

There was a picture of a person walking their dog, she sent it a few minutes after her first text. It seems like she took it while walking around in her neighbourhood.

"The dog reminded me so much of you!!!"

That was it. There were no further contact from her.

Montgomery on the other hand...

"hi hotstuff"

"R u still at school"

"come on answer my calls"

"i will take u out 4 dinner"

"i know u r reading my texts"

"Pls stop playing hard 2 get for a while i just wanna take u out for a nice date"

"(Name)???"

While reading his texts, he called you one more time. You declined it and eventually blocked his number. You considered blocking Evangeline's, but seeing that she isn't bothering you at the moment, you decided against it.

Flopping onto your bed, you finally have some peace of mind.

You tried thinking about Evangeline's behavior. She was weird and her vibes are becoming more and more off-putting. You knew her for a grand total of four days, yet she is acting like she knew you from birth.

At first, you just thought that she's naturally touchy and clingy, it made sense seeing that her friends abandoned her; she would have been a little too desperate to heed some social cues. But... you're not so sure if her friends abandoned her or she creeped them out.

It was jarring. A sweet, bubbly girl who is on a full scholarship can turn out to be this... thing.

You don't know if you should. But you have the urge to confront Evangeline about her unwanted touches, either over text or call. Preferably through messaging, at least you could hide your unhappiness with her.

You thought about the consequences of each, and what you hope to get out of it.

If you talked to her about it, perhaps it could be something forgivable. Maybe she was going through a rough time and she didn't mean to hurt you like this. She was the first "friend" who you didn't have to chase, after all.

Perhaps you couldn't forgive her for this. But you wanted to know what she was thinking. You wanted some closure and you knew if you don't ask her, you will never get it.

Besides, if things get too out of hand, you can just block her.

Or you should just sit and wait. Yves knows what to do, he has a lot more experience than you and would probably know what would happen.

Wait a minute. You can't just rely on a man to do everything for you. This is your life, you shouldn't need to consult Yves with every little thing.

You took a minute to weigh your options.

[espers-n-espurrs]

okay. time to explain as much as i am comfortable explaining.

pls heed the tws in the tags.

due to a butterfree effect of me going to the hospital a lot of things have been made known to me. things that will forever change my life and the only real reason im sharing some of this is because i will end up talking about it on here. so. uh. for the short of it.

i have learned my name is not esper hargrove. i have learned that all of my legal documents have been forged. i have learned that my da kidnapped me and my brother when i was seven and that he had been lying to me my entire life about damn near seemingly everything.

my birthday isnt even my actual birthday.

apparently my name is estelle wyrmwood. at least legally. pls keep calling me esper.

im currently having to go through the entire process of being given new legal guardians/"returned" to my legal guardian, getting all of my legal documents fixed, etc.

theres a lot. to talk about. and im not sure how to.