#mentioned kidnapping

[pencil-for-a-dog]

John, grabbing Arlo by the collar and yelling at his face: YOU THREW MY MOM IN A LAB FOR FIFTEEN YEARS AND KILLED MY DAD FOR WRITING A BOOK.

Arlo: What's wrong with him?

Uhhh... Idk, maybe he just told you his mom was kidnapped and HIS DAD MURDERED-

#unordinary john #john unordinary #unordinary spoiler #latest chapter of unordinary #unordinary #john doe #unordinary arlo #mentioned kidnapping #mentioned murder #tw: kidnapping #tw: murder

[pigeonwhumps]

Transport

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Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @emcscared-whumps @poc-whump

785 is transported back to the WRU centre, and has an unpleasant experience along the way.

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation, collar, restrained, (short) explicit non-con, mentioned past non-con, lady whump, rough handling, mentioned kidnapping, conditioning, multiple whumpees

The conditioned phrases 785 repeats to herself were created variously by @maniacal-ramblings and @ashintheairlikesnow (and thanks to Ash for compiling the list I found them on here). Also, while I'm crediting, the bit about how to punch properly is from @wolfeyedwitch 's post – cheers for that information, which inspired both a large part of the next chapter and Cass' creation in the first place (I'm not sure whether me creating yet another OC should be something to thank you for actually but hey. I like him).

The doorbell rings and 785 listens to the murmur of voices, too low to make out. Then, with a lurch, she feels herself moving. Her box is lifted and carried outside, jostled all the while, before she feels herself being shoved onto something. There's a thud of wood on wood and she hears a loud whimper from below her, and she knows, she knows, that she's been packed on top of another Pet. Sideways. Her cheek pressed against what's now the floor of the crate.

The metal doors of the delivery van slam shut and a few seconds later there's the rumble of an engine as the vehicle starts moving. 785 bumps up and down, hitting the wood with small thuds that disorient her but won't do much actual damage (she doesn't think so anyway). She can hear crying from one of the boxes, and coughing from another.

How many Pets are in here?

She hopes the coughing one doesn't make her ill, because if she gets ill again she won't be able to work, and then she'll be punished, and– and her ribs still ache sometimes, from the last time it happened.

It can't happen again. Please, please, don't make her ill.

The van comes to a sudden halt and she jolts forward, hitting her head on the box. She yelps, which soon turns into a silent scream as her collar activates.

The pain causes her to white out for... she's not sure how long, but when she comes back to herself they're moving again. With each corner they turn she jerks around in her box, and with each stop the van makes she becomes a little more bruised, a little more battered. Most of the stops are pick-ups, although a few boxes are taken out. She wonders if the Pets in the drop-offs are better secured inside their boxes – she wasn't, not really, but then, customers wouldn't put up with damaged goods. They'd complain.

She's not sure how she knows about product satisfaction with such certainty. Her head splits open as she tries to think about it and she gasps.

Maybe... maybe she should stop thinking. She's just a stupid Pet, after all, she doesn't need to think. She shouldn't think. That's something only people should be doing.

It's getting hot in here. It's been warm these past few days, and now she's stuck in a small wooden box surrounded by other boxes and metal. It's no wonder.

The van hits some sort of bump and she lurches, hitting the roof of the crate hard. Someone screams.

"Keep it down back there!" yells a voice from up front. 785 thinks it might be the driver.

"We would," comes a gruff, thickly-accented voice from one of the other boxes, "if you'd drive slower so we're not falling everywhere all the time."

The van stops and the back door slams open. "Who the fuck said that?"

"Me."

785 hears footsteps on the floor of the van and then a boot hitting wood. "Shut the fuck up, then. Oh, I see your owner taped your paperwork to the side of your box. Says here that you were a guard Pet, being sent back for refurbishment, due to your excessive insolence and emerging beliefs about being a person."

"That's bullshit! I've never even seen the inside of a WRU centre! This... scumbag kidnapped me and when I wouldn't be his perfect fucking pet he left me in a box on the roadside! I'm not one of your fucking slaves!"

"You know what? I really don't care where you're from. If you think WRU get all their Pets legally I've got a damn bridge to sell you. You're ours now."

There's a growl, and 785 shakes her head. You signed up for this. All pets are of legal consenting age and made a choice to pursue a change of circumstances including no longer retaining legal ownership of themselves. All merchandise is acquired through full legal channels. She repeats this over and over in her head. She knows that to be true, so the delivery driver must be lying. Mustn't he?

The guard kicks the strange Pet's box again. "And guard Pets are known for getting lots of injuries, so if I were to punish you for disturbing me, no-one would know the difference. So I advise you to shut the fuck up and resign yourself to a life of Pethood, because you're not getting anything else." The Pet's silent. "Right. God. Now that's settled, I gotta burn off some steam. Oi, Dave, there anyone around?"

"There never is here, you know that," says another man from up front. "That's why we always stop here for a break."

"Get back here then. And bring my phone."

The cab door slams. "Man, you are not going to film this."

"Why not? There's no harm."

"No harm– you know what'll happen to us if anyone finds out that you're fiddling with the merchandise! That's why we don't leave any evidence! No filming!"

"Oh come on. It's just for me." There's a pause. "At least help me get the box out and open."

A heavy sigh. "Fine, fine. Who you going for?"

"785. Eleanor's Pet. She looks so good in the videos."

785 tenses. That's her. Her box is shifted and lifted off the van, and set down heavily on the ground, turning her over and shaking her to her bones. She hears the nails being pulled out and the lid removed. Someone lifts her out and sets her down on gravel that pokes into her legs.

"Oh, she's even more beautiful in real life," says the unnamed man. "With the red silk and the bark collar."

"Mm. I wonder why she wasn't made a Romantic?"

"Who knows. Come on, man, don't get me to film. You know what'll happen if we're caught."

"We won't be. Come onnn." There's a silence, and then another sigh and a beep, and a crow. "Eyyy! Atta boy!"

"You better not get us caught, or I'll kill you."

"Yeah, yeah. 785, open your mouth." 785 obeys, unable to do anything else, and she hears the sound of a zipper. "Wider than that. Ah, that's better."

Something slides into her mouth. It's warm and wrinkly and it tastes disgusting, and she nearly chokes as it hits the back of her throat. She knows what to do though, she's been ordered to do it before even though it wasn't her owners (even though her owners had been angry at the order, and angry with her for letting it happen), and she sucks his dick.

"Oh. Oh, that's so good. Mmm."

785 keeps going until there's a jerk and he comes in her throat. She splutters and coughs, trying to swallow or spit it out or something to stop herself choking. It tastes bitter and salty and horrible, and she can feel the tears dripping out from under the blindfold even before Dave points them out. She wasn't made for this, it's not her designation. She's not prepared for it.

"You want a go with her, Dave? She's very good."

"I prefer my sexual partners to be consensual, thanks."

"And yet you were happy to film me."

"Look, let's just– get her back in the box."

"Sure, sure. Your loss." 785 feels herself being lifted and put back in her box, the top nailed down. Her stomach lurches, in free fall, as her box is thrown back on, and the Pet below her screams as she lands upside down with a thud, slamming into the wood hard, breath punched from her as she sees stars. She curls up as tightly as possible as they start to move again. Her stomach churns but she presses her lips together tightly. She won't be sick. She won't sit in a pile of her own vomit for the rest of the journey.

Her jaw aches and her knees are bruised and she's so tired, she just wants 065 or Hugo or her bear (especially 065), and she starts to drift. She can't help but listen to the low, accented voice of that strange Pet when he starts speaking again.

"I'm sorry, 785. I know you probably won't answer, I overheard about the bark collar, but I'm still sorry. I didn't realise I'd get you hurt by speaking up."

He didn't? But every Pet knows that, how can he not? Maybe he really isn't from the WRU.

Swallowing her fear, 785 decides to speak. She needs a distraction, to stop her mind going over and over and over the events of a few minutes ago.

"Hello," she whispers, bracing herself against the shocks. It's not too bad if she whispers. "I'm 785. It's– it's okay, you didn't mean to. It's my– my job."

"Hmm. Well, I'm Cass. Nice to meet you."

"And– and you."

"When they let us out, I'm going to escape. You should come. I do not care if it's hard, I will not be a Pet. I hope you come. All of you. You do not have to stay enslaved." There's a whimper below 785, and she shakes her head. She's not enslaved, she chose this. "If you want to punch, wrap your thumb around the outside of your fist and squeeze it. Aim with your first two knuckles and keep your wrist straight. Start with your knuckles down, and only twist them up towards the end of extending your arm."

785 tries not to listen, she can't fight the handlers, only people can do that. Only people can decide if she's allowed to fight, and she really, really isn't. Not as a combination Platonic/Domestic. She's never been allowed to before.

She can't fight. She's a Pet, she chose to be one, she'll be one for life. She signed up for this. Even if... even if that means she'll be refurbished, forget 065. That's fine. She signed up for it, nothing is her choice anymore, she has to obey. It'll all be good if she obeys. If she fights, it might not be. She's not going to fight. She doesn't have permission or orders to do so.

Unconsciously, her hands curl into fists behind her back, thumbs squeezed around the outsides.

#whump #whump writing #bbu #box boy universe #box babe #multiple whumpees #non con #rape cw #past rape/non con #whumpee and whumper #pet whump #dehumanisation #conditioning #conditioned whumpee #mentioned kidnapping #restrained #sanctuary pigeonwhumps #785 oc #Cass oc #oops I created a new character #three guesses which tv I very recently finished watching to name him that #and the first two don't count #also maybe I should make it clear that 785 worked in a shop #not for WRU #I'm not sure it's clear as it is

[descendantofthesparrow]

Jeff the killer x reader - Shower spice - SMUT ONESHOT

SMUT FIC - MINORS DNI - both ‘characters’ used in fic are 20+!

and once again, Thomas Doherty is Jeff’s face claim...if you’re on my blog you know why (HARRY HOOK AND JEFF ARE THE SAME PERSON GODDAM-)

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Inspired by all those ‘classic’ jtk x reader stories from back in the day

-backstory; Jeff had been stalking you and planning to kill you, but you captured his attention in such a way that he kidnapped you instead. You’ve been on the run with him for months now, moving from abandoned cabin to hotel every week. You’ve had many opportunities to just-run, but-something keeps you there. Maybe it’s the thrill of it all, maybe it’s the way he looks at you; as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Maybe you had fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome, you didn’t know, but Jeff was getting very curious about your various habits-

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“Finally” you muttered, stumbling into the pristine hotel room. you dropped your bag on the floor near the door and flopped onto the plush bed. After weeks of living on the floor of an abandoned mental hospital, Jeff had finally gotten a few credit cards to pay for a nice hotel room for the next week. “oh sweet mattress, how I’ve missed thee” you purred, petting the duvet dramatically as Jeff shuffled into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it. Taking a deep breath as he looked around.

He nodded once, then got to work; looking for any hidden cameras that could rat him out or spy on you. You sat up, watching as he did the usual hotel routine. You had been on the run with Jeff for…what seven months now? You had been kidnapped from your, objectively, boring life for over half a year now…Time sure does fly. Jeff then turned, satisfied as he found no hidden cameras, and walked over to you, his callused hands grabbing your exposed arms and pulling you up; not as gently as you would’ve liked, and checked the bed. Because like hell would he be dealing with bed bugs.

When he found none, he nodded once and pushed past you to check the bathroom. He had been like this since you ‘joined’ him in this little…thing he was doing. Every place you hunkered down in was checked top to bottom, even if it was a hotel like this where even the air was cleaner than bleach.

You sat back down on the bed, basically twiddling your thumbs as you waited for Jeff to be done with the routine. Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, void of his sunglasses or face mask. “All clear” he muttered, voice raspy and deep like always. You nodded, watching as he walked over to his bag and kneeled next to it, starting to take a few things out before moving to sit on the bed next to you.

“I’m gonna take a shower” you muttered, quickly standing and going over to your bag, collecting the new shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash you had bought with Jeff’s stolen money before your arrival at the hotel. You hadn’t been able to properly clean up for the last two weeks due to it being spent in an abandoned hospital so you were jumping for the opportunity to use an actual shower with hot water.

You looked back at Jeff, feeling his eyes on you. He was just simply watching you, not stopping you from taking a shower, not speaking, not even carving into the handle of his knife (which is what he usually did to relax/pass time). You blew air into your cheeks, releasing your breath slowly as you looked away and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You didn’t lock it, that just set him off as you learned from the first time you did that. He was a very paranoid man, even looking at him weird would make him panic, thinking you were about to turn against him.

You had only thought about doing that once, and you quickly stopped soon after watching him kill a man twice his size and strength. You turned on the shower, and got undressed as the water heated up. Jeff was an odd man, the only information you had ever gotten out of him was that he was 25 (26 now), had been ‘the killer’ since he was 13,  you fascinated him for some reason, and he had a lot of enemies. Other than that, most of what you knew about him was from observing him. he was very skittish, but he was the most relaxed when close to you, he liked being close (which usually resulted in cuddling you), he had anger issues, had a naturally very warm body temperature, he was pretty quiet, loved the color red, had a major sweet tooth, and, again; was fascinated with you for some reason.

He was always watching you, studying you, as if you confused him. Many times you felt his callused hands on the back of your neck, pushing your hair out of its path, sometimes his hands would take yours, playing with your fingers in his bruised and scarred ones. Sometimes, when you had access to them, you would be reading a book and he would just sit there, watching you read. Sometimes you would read aloud and he would listen intently, eyes flickering between the book and your lips.

You felt like Jane under Tarzan's curious watch, you remember the first time you had referred to yourself as that. It was maybe only a month into the ‘adventure’; Jeff was bandaging up your hands due to you hurting the pads of your fingers and palm on a rough ladder during a rushed escape from an enraged homeless man. And for a long moment, after he tapped down the last bit of the bandage, he stared at your hands, which were just smaller and softer than his. He pressed his hand to yours, his lips just barely open with wonder; his eyes unable to leave your nearly intertwined fingers.

‘I feel like Jane’ you remembered thinking, being studied under Jeff’s intense and curious blue eyes. It was almost as if he hadn’t interacted with a human since…well since whatever happened to him happened, and you were probably right in that assumption. He could talk to others easily enough if the situation called for it, but it always felt forced and rushed, as if he just-wanted to stop being around them already. It never felt that way with you. With you; it was as if he wanted you by his side constantly, as if you were the only person worth his time and energy.

It was strange, you had to be honest, but…fuck. You sighed, ruffling your hair as you leaned against the bathroom wall. The fear you should’ve felt for him had long since disappeared, replaced by…an odd comfort? You didn’t even know anymore, clearly; you were suffering from some sort of Stockholm syndrome. You huffed the thought away, stepping into the shower and singing in relief as the hot water cascaded down your sore body. Just what you needed.

As you soaked your hair and body, you began to hum, your voice echoing through the walls and around Jeff, his eyes drifting back towards the bathroom. “never honest word~ but that was when I ruled the world~” he had always liked your voice, when it was quiet, when it was loud, when you spoke evenly, voice echoing nothing but a whisper of faith. It had been the first thing he noticed; it had been what turned his attention so rapidly from kill to observe.

He slowly stood, leaving his knife and carving knife on the bed as he stalked towards the bathroom, slowly opening the door to see you shielded by the shower door, still singing to yourself. He jumped as you suddenly yelped, staring at him through the foggy glass; “have you no shame” you grumbled, forcing your brain to ignore Jeff, he had done this before, back when you were a lot more…jumpy about him. he was just, curious, about what you were doing. He liked doing that, watching you; even if you were just doing your hair.

He liked studying your routines, even if they had been widely altered due to being kidnapped by him.  “if you’re gonna watch me shower, might as well learn how to do it” you muttered sarcastically, in your last seven months with Jeff, you hadn't seen him shower once. Which didn’t make sense because the only time he smelled bad was when he came back from a spree or you were both unable to take any showers.

You heard Jeff hum, and you saw his figure start to move about, his hoodie going up and over his head “what are you-?” you were about to ask what the hell he was doing when the sliding door opened, and you quickly faced the shower head when Jeff’s pale body stepped through. you frowned after a moment, were those? You turned back around, furrowing your brows as you saw the multitude of burn scars covering his torso, starting from the middle of his neck and leading down to his thighs, his upper arms were scarred as well, along with his wrists and palms. You had heard long ago that he had been the victim of an attack from some school bullies, resulting in him being burned; somehow turning him into what he was today.

You looked back up, his icy blue eyes staring back at you. His hair was still up in that half ponytail he always wore “if you’re gonna shower with me,” you muttered, turning fully to him, no longer caring about your nakedness, he wasn’t in here to ogle at you, you could easily see that. You reached up, gently grabbing onto his hair tie, pulling his oddly soft hair free of the updo. “might as well do it properly.”

Jeff hummed, his icy blue eyes trailing your body. He felt a shiver go up his spine as you turned again, revealing your back, seeing the scars from his first attack on you still fading away. He reached out gently, tracing the faded lines with his bruised knuckles, smiling slightly as you froze and shuddered. “Don’t” you muttered, suddenly feeling like this experience turned much more sexual than you would’ve liked at the moment. Jeff just hummed again, but he obeyed and let his hand drop, watching you intently as you went through your usual routine. You were very glad this shower was big enough to easily fit the two of you, in fact, if you wanted; you could fit another person in here and still have elbow room.

You stared to wash your hair, glancing back at Jeff who was just watching you go through the routine. “what?” you muttered, turning away again and leaning over to get the underside of your hair. You shivered as you felt Jeff step closer, his body now under the warm run of the shower. He twitched as the water hit his scarred skin, it didn’t feel bad, he just felt it more than you did. He grabbed your shampoo and stared at it for a moment before pouring some into his palm. You had to hold back a giggle at his actions, man was really Tarzan in Jane's world. You were sure he knew how to shower; his hair would be a rat’s nest if he didn’t.

You had to hold back a snort as he stuck his head under the water, thoroughly getting his hair soaked before lathering up his shoulder-length hair. You watched as his eyes closed, because who wanted soap in their eyes? You remembered most of the reports on his profile said he had no eyelids, but you guessed it was an exaggeration since he very clearly had eyelids. They did always seem…extra wide when he was in a manic episode, so you supposed that attributed to the ‘Jeff the killer has no eyelids’ thing.

As Jeff washed his hair, you rinsed your first shampoo out, making sure there wasn’t a single sud left before grabbing your shampoo and pouring the smallest amount in your palm “you do it twice?” you jumped at Jeff’s voice, almost smacking yourself in the face with the shampoo bottle. You looked at him and shrugged “yeah? I dunno just…I dunno” you didn’t want to explain how the first run got all the grime and dirt out, and the 2nd was to actually clean. At least that’s what you told yourself it did, your hair always lasted much longer doing two runs of shampoo instead of just one. (basing this off my hair so if ur hair doesn’t work like that, just go along with it, this is fully self-indulgent)

Jeff just hummed, rinsing out his hair as you lathered up your hair, the small amount of shampoo going a long way. After Jeff finished you stepped forward, rinsing out your hair again then grabbing your conditioner, making sure to get every crook and cranny in your hair and finger combing out the knots. As Jeff copied your actions you grabbed the body wash, lathered up the complimentary loofa (which was pre-packaged thank god), and started to wash your body.

You ignored Jeff’s eyes on you, continuing to scrub down your body which was covered in dirt and grime from sleeping on a grody floor. you grunted slightly as you tried to get your back, only able to get just behind your shoulders and the small of your back. You sighed, mostly giving up on properly washing when you felt the loofa being gently pried from your fingers, you shivered as Jeff washed your back, one of his calloused hands resting on the nape of your neck as he washed your skin in small circles.

This felt, so oddly intimate. In all your months by his side, with everything Jeff did, nothing had ever felt like this. He had cuddled you, played with your hair, played with your fingers, traced the scars on your back with his knuckles, cradled your face, and many other things. Nothing had felt like this. You cleared your throat as his hands left your body and you took the loofa again to clean your private parts quickly; hoping Jeff wasn’t looking. But he was rinsing out his hair, and you rose your brow “you ain't gonna wash your body?” you asked quietly and Jeff shook his head, pointing at your body wash.

“skins too sensitive for your stuff” he muttered and you nodded slowly “ohhh…okay yeah makes sense” you muttered with a gentle laugh, tracing his scars with your eyes, mentally marking where the harsh pink burns ended and where his tight pale skin started. You had always wondered how his skin felt, was it like leather? Soft? You remembered one time your brother burned the bottom of his arm on your dad's grill and his skin was baby smooth. You gently reached out, your fingers just barely touching his scarred bicep. Jeff tensed but didn’t stop you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. He watched you trace the pattern of his burn scars, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“fuck, you’re so cute” Jeff muttered, unable to be heard above the cascading water. He took your hand, guiding it to his chest, his heart beating wildly under your fingers. You stared at it for a moment before looking up at his face, lips parting as his icy blue eyes stared back; that icy blue somehow melting into a soft and warm ocean. His pupils were nearly taking over his entire iris, you flushed when you remembered what that usually meant. ‘when you look at someone you are romantically or sexually attracted to, or simply hold them close to your heart, your pupil will dilate due to an increased amount of hormones going through your brain.’ You remembered your health teacher saying all those years ago in freshman year.

You swallowed harshly, looking away towards the showerhead, feeling your body shiver for attention. You pushed away the thought that it could be because of Jeff, and forced yourself to think it was because you pavlov’ed your body on accident. See-before Jeff had taken you; you had an extra little routine to go with your shower days.

You would well…masturbate, and your body had started to respond to that every time you started to get out of the shower, and now it was doing it again. And god was it doing it at the worst possible time. You clenched your thighs together, hoping Jeff wasn’t paying attention to the rest of you, only for his rough hand to lay on your waist, his fingers splayed out against your skin. “Either you’re uncomfortable” Jeff grumbled into your ear, and you felt your entire body shudder, and you knew then it wasn’t just your body being used to doing stuff after you showered. Fuck you were actually attracted to Jeff the fucking killer.

You were definitely under some sort of spell or some shit because; body what in the actual fuck? Being attracted to the dude who kidnapped you? But fuck you couldn’t deny he was-…shit he was attractive, in his own weird way. His jaw was harsh, as if it was cut by a diamond. His nose was pointed and sloping gently off his brow, his eyes were bright and practically gleaming, and hell even his body; it was very toned and just past the point of being lanky. Shit, you were attracted to Jeff. Even his grotesque smile didn’t take away from his natural look.

Didn’t help that he had a nice butt….what he had a nice butt?! Bitch you’re reading the jtk x reader smut not me (says the author whose writing jtk smut…okay sorry for the break in immersion I promise this is the first and last time, I won't be one of those authors) you came back to reality as Jeff continued to grumble into your ear, his fingers trailing up the curve of your spine. “or you’re feeling things you think you shouldn't”

He never talked this much, never in all your months together had you heard his voice string this many words together in a short amount of time. Usually, it was short sentences or just, nothing at all; only a wave of his hand or roll of his eyes. His voice was always the same as well, deep and raspy, with a slight roll to his tongue. Now it seemed to get even deeper, the roll enhanced and the rasp turned husky. You looked up at him, feeling your breath stop at how close he was. His nose was nearly bumping into yours, his now warm ocean blue eyes glancing between your eyes and lips.

You felt another shiver go down your spine and you swallowed harshly as Jeff chuckled from the feeling, his soaked hair slightly curtaining the side of his face as he leaned closer. You quickly dodged his face and stuck your head under the water, closing your eyes and holding your breath as conditioner and water cascaded down your face and back. You froze as you felt his hands on your waist, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder, you could feel the scars on his cheek ghosting against your jaw. “if you don’t want me like this, just say it; I may be a murderer, but I’m not a monster” he whispered, and it suddenly, you didn't care anymore.

He was obviously attracted to you, he wouldn’t have taken you otherwise, you were…unfortunately, attracted to him. you were horny, he was interested in you to be that way himself; you could feel an odd hardness against your back. Besides, it's not like anyone would ever find out. You turned, gasping at his closeness, feeling his hands move up slowly, so slowly it made you shudder, his thumbs grazing your breasts as he moved to cup your face with his rough hands.

He studied your face as his hands explored, soon one of his thumbs found your bottom lip, slightly pulling at it when he went to take your chin. You swallowed again, closing your eyes as he leaned in, and it felt like a gunshot went off in your chest as his ruined lips pressed against yours. His breath hitched wildly as he felt you against him, his other hand moving from your cheek to your waist, bringing you even closer to him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, moving his lips against yours in a new dance.

He had never kissed anyone, he had been kissed yes but, he never made that first move, nor did he usually respond to the kiss. So he never counted those kisses. To be the one making that first move, was thrilling, he loved it. He…he thinks he loves you (or at least the idea of you), he pulled away for breath, his body zinging with electricity as you gasped, face flushed and hands pressed to his chest, your eyes dilated like his. He made a low sound in his chest and he kissed you again, pushing you against the wall, his back getting hit with the water.

You felt his hardening dick against your hip as his tongue licked your bottom lip, you whimpered as you let him in, feeling his tongue against yours as his hands cupped your face. He groaned, a strange heat flowing through his body as he finally did what he had been imagining for several months now; he had been wanting to kiss you for so long and now he was finally doing it, and you were kissing back. He thinks he might combust.

He pulled back again, moving to caress your chin and jaw with his teeth, finding the slope of your neck and sucking your skin into his mouth, his warm tongue tasting your freshly washed skin. You let out a small huff, slowly reaching up to curl your hands into Jeff’s hair, the soaked strands threading through your fingers. Jeff chuckled at the feeling, his hands trailing down to rest on your hips, pulling your body into his. You gasped as his hardened dick pressed against your belly, and you shivered; looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled away, admiring the large hickey he had left on your neck.

He looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his chapped lips before he kissed you again, devouring you. You melted into him, no longer fighting against your body’s wishes. His toned arms fully wrapped around you; his scarred hands pressed against your shoulder blades as he molded you to him. he let instinct take over, moving his hands down your back and around your hips, his thin fingers trailing around the lips of your vagina. You whimpered at the feeling, having never felt anyone’s touch down there other than yours.

He pulled away from your lips, leaning down to kiss along your shoulder, taking the curve of your shoulder that led down to your chest into his mouth and licking at it, humming against your skin as your nails gently scratched at his nape. “Jeff” you whispered and he shivered, his finger dipping into the folds of your vagina, groaning as he felt how soaked you were. Your breath hitched as his rough finger rolled against your clit, pulling back the hood and rubbing against the sensitive nerve. “fuck” you muttered, rocking your hips into his hand, moaning softly at the feeling of him.

He pulled away from your shoulder, watching you with dilated eyes, his lips parted open slightly. His finger dipped lower, testing the waters as he pushed a thin finger into your entrance. “ah!” you jolted in his arms, your head dropping between your shoulders as Jeff continued to finger you. It was unsure, as if he had never done it before, but it felt so good. “Jeff-fuck” you muttered, gasping as his long finger pressed into your g-spot.

Jeff growled as the water beat into the back of his head, it was getting annoying as it forced his bangs into his eyes, blocking you from his vision. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to control himself as you whimpered at the loss of his touch. He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried off, tossing another towel to you as you shivered from the loss of hot water. “Bed. Now” he grumbled, and you stumbled out of the shower, nearly tripping over yourself If you hadn’t caught Jeff’s arm. He pulled you back up, gently pushing you out of the bathroom as he tried to towel dry his hair.

You swallowed harshly as you stepped back into the main room, were you actually going to do this? Were you actually going to have sex with the man who kidnapped you…yes-yes you were…and fuck you were kinda excited. You felt heat rush through your body as you set the towel on the bed, just below where your hips would be and ending just above your head. you turned as you heard Jeff walk towards you, flushing as you saw his fully erect dick, his eyes dark and his body ready to pounce.

He licked his chapped lips, stepping so close you could feel his heartbeat, his rough hand trailing up your body to rest on your neck, not squeezing, just lying there. “lay down” he whispered, in that deep voice that suddenly sent shivers through your body, and made your soaked cunt pulse with want. You carefully laid down, your hair soaking the towel below it. Jeff leaned over you, his scarred body practically overtaking yours. “just a small question before we start” Jeff muttered, his hand once again lining your vagina, just barely above the crevice where you wanted him most. “are you a virgin?”

You were about to nod, but you paused. Would you count as one? You had never had sex before, you were a virgin in that term, but you had been penetrated before, by a dildo; but you still haven’t actually had sex with another person in your 24 years of life. So you shrugged, not knowing how to explain it. Jeff just chuckled, tilting his head curiously “is that a yes or no? because your answer depends on how I play with you.” you shivered at the implication, but you sighed, drawing your hands up and running them across his scarred upper arms.

“I’ve-never had sex with anyone, but-I have…used toys, so technically yes and no?” you said it like a question, since well, you really didn’t know how to define it. Jeff just hummed “So you’ve never done it, but you have with yourself?” you paused, then nodded; that made total sense. “yeah, exactly” you chuckled, closing your eyes as you did. Jeff stared at your smile and leaned down to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth as you squeaked from the sudden intrusion of his lips. “good, because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing”

You suddenly burst into laughter, covering your face as Jeff stared down at you, shame bubbling in his chest “I’m-I’m not laughing-at-at you” you giggled, reaching and cupping his face, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips “just the way you said it, promise” Jeff slowly relaxed, slowly lowering his body till he nearly lay on top of you, his chin resting on your chest. You rose your brow, curious about what he was doing until you felt his hand slipping between the folds of your vagina again, gasping as his fingers played with your clit.

“shit-Jeff” you gasped, head falling into the towel as Jeff leaned down, sucking your nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue and teeth, humming at your body's response to his actions. He could practically feel your heartbeat, going so fast he would compare it to a hummingbird. It felt so odd to have someone else be touching you like this, it felt 100x more intense than any toy you had ever used.

It didn’t help that it was with someone who could turn around and kill you with just one wrong word from you. But-that just made it more exciting. You held his shoulders, nails digging into his scarred back as he switched to your other nipple, his hand dipping even further until he slipped his finger back into your vagina, your warm walls showing no resistance as he pumped the thin digit in and out; curling his finger as he did so. You lifted your leg, bumping his hip a bit which made him brush against the sheets, shuddering as he moaned around your breast.

He inserted a 2nd finger into you, sitting up to watch his fingers disappear into your soaking cunt, his fingers were dripping with you, after a few moments of watching you squirm and moan, he added a third finger, shivering as you gasped, your walls stretching around him. fuck he just wanted to take you so badly. To ruin you as he had planned from the start; only differently. Jeff leaned down and kissed the space below your chest, pulling his fingers out and going to line himself up with you when you stopped him, hand pressing to his chest “wait, even if I am fucking soaked it’s not gonna feel good dry” you muttered, shifting on the bed until Jeff’s hips rested in front of your face.

He stared down at you, confused until you took your hand and palmed your soaked cunt. When you felt you had enough you took that hand and grabbed Jeff’s cock, smirking as he let out a choked grunt “shit, (y/n)” he muttered, moaning as you swirled your hand around his shaft, watching his face as you started to stroke his cock. You bit your lip, feeling just your hand wasn’t enough anymore, and decided to go old-fashioned. You licked the tip of his dick, unable to keep your laugh down as he gasped, his hands snapping forward to cradle your head.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you took Jeff’s cock into your mouth, your tongue trailing on his shaft as Jeff croaked, gasps and groans pushing out of his chest as you sucked his cock. When you felt it was slicked up enough from your spit, you pulled off, gasping for breath as Jeff’s hand gripped your head tightly. you glanced up at him, smiling at his expression. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth parted open as he tried to regain his breath, his cheeks a delicious red. “Jeff” you whispered, laying back down and spreading your legs, smirking as his bright blue eyes snapped open, swallowing harshly as he looked down at you, his jaw trembling at the sight of your soaked cunt ready for him.

He nearly growled, leaning back over your body and lining up with your entrance, gasping as his head pushed into your cunt. You groaned, legs going up and around his hips as he slowly pushed in, nearly collapsing from the feeling of you contracting around him. “shiiiit” he huffed, his head hitting your shoulder as his arms nearly gave out. “shit-shit shit fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good, so fucking warm and wet for me, fuck” you moaned at his dirty talk, trailing your nails up his sensitive back as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against your ass as he did so. “fuck-I don’t wanna leave, ever, I’m gonna fucking stay right here, inside you, fuck I wanna fuck you forever” he whispered, not really talking to you as you hummed.

You had never felt so full before, in all the toys you used, none of them had ever felt like this, this good, this filling, this real. You shuddered as Jeff’s hips moved slightly, pulling out the tiniest bit before pushing back in; he was testing the waters, feeling you for as long as he could. It hit you then, you were having sex with Jeff the killer. You were having sex with the man who kidnapped you. And goddammit it felt too damn good to really care, you panted as Jeff slowly started to move, your pussy making a slick sucking noise as he pulled out, chuckling as Jeff gasped at it.

“sweet thing, so fucking tight and wet around me, you were fucking wanting this so badly, weren’t you?” he growled and you full body shuddered. oh shit, you did not expect any type of nickname from him, at all. Then again…hadn’t he called you that before? all those months ago? The night he took you; sweet thing, he said, just barely a whisper, his hand over your mouth and the other on your waist, cradling you to his body. You had been too scared to move, too scared to make a sound. And now you were willingly under his body, taking his-fuck-his long and thick cock, your pussy accepting him like he was made to be there.

You felt all your air leave you as Jeff rammed back into you, setting a slow and tortuous pace. “shit-fuck” you cursed, one hand scrambling to curl into Jeff’s damp hair, tugging it as he fucked you slowly and deeply. “Je-“ you gasped, back arching as his hips rolled into you, the dip of his cock grazing against that spot “-ffffffuck”

Jeff couldn’t believe how good this felt, he had watched a lot of porn and seen a lot of people in the middle of sex before he killed them and he always assumed it felt good. Why else would people do it? It's like him killing, he wouldn’t do it if it didn’t give him that rush. But god fucking dammit, you felt so good, you beat his hand by 1000 miles, your mouth, your hands, your cunt, shit they all felt so damn good around him. he kept choking on his breath as he fucked you steadily, the obscene sound of his cock dragging in and out of your soaked pussy was putting him in a trance, and he just wanted to fuck you harder, deeper, fuck he wanted to cum inside you and keep you.

Forever “fuck-I’m never letting you go, shit-sweet thing-“ he grunted and moaned as he fucked you nice and deep, pulling his head up to see your eyes nearly shut in ecstasy, sweet little gasps spilling from your lips. He kissed you, invading your mouth with his tongue as he did. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing into your mouth “you’re never getting rid of me-I’m never leaving you, you’re mine. Mine. Mine.” You moaned loudly, scratching down his back, sending sparks down Jeff’s spine. It was painful, but it wonderfully mixed with the overwhelming pleasure he felt; so it simply made feeling you so much more intense.

You could feel your orgasm rising, and quickly, and you choked on your breath as you tried to tell Jeff that as he fucked you deep with his thick cock. “I’m-jeff-I’m fuck-cum-“ he chuckled, raspy and deep, kissing you deeply as his free hand went in between your bodies and began to play with your clit, your back arching into him in reaction and you felt the coil snap, waves of pleasure washing over you like lava. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you came, your cunt clenching around Jeff as if it was a python and he groaned at the feeling. He fucked you harder, his skin against yours making a wonderful sound as he chased his relief.

“fuck-your-shit-your cunt gets so fucking tight when you cum-fuck you feel. So. Fucking. good.” he slammed into you with each pause in his words, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he felt his own orgasm building up, his body sparking with undyeable heat. “shit-I’m-fuck-I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m going to fuckin’ cum inside you, so fuckin’ deep; get you all knocked up, keep you forever” you gasped, another orgasm quickly rushing over you at his words.

Shit, you couldn’t deny that was hot as fuck to imagine, unfortunately for Jeff, you were on birth control ”do-do it” you gasped out, arching back as Jeff groaned, his hips sputtering as he fucked you to find his relief “-s-safe. Inside, cum” Jeff nearly croaked as he came, his eyes fluttering as he held you close, his hips slowly coming to a stop as he fill you. You let out a shuddering breath at the dim feeling of him cumming inside, shit-fuck that was so much hotter than you ever thought possible. you had been wanting to do that forever, but no one had really ever shown interest in you; at least till Jeff came around.

You giggled breathlessly, your first fuck and first creampie was with a serial killer…you were definitely fucked in the head by now. Jeff collapsed, his full body weight falling on top of you and you grunted. “you’re heavy” you muttered, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he breathed heavily, his rough fingers caressing your sides. You wiggled slightly at the sensation “that tickles” you laughed, licking your lips as Jeff looked at you, his eyes still soft and warm. He kissed you, and it felt like the first one in the shower, unsure, soft, and unbelieving; as if he felt like this was all a dream.

“go to sleep” he whispered as he pulled away, and you realized it was really, really, late. You glanced at the digital clock, letting your body relax even further when you saw the time. 2:25 am. “damn” you muttered, letting your eyes fall shut as Jeff slowly pulled out, moaning softly as he thrust twice more, and then completely pulled out; watching as his cum dripped out and down from your swollen cunt. “fuck” Jeff whispered, running his hand through his damp hair.

He had to clean you up. He couldn’t just leave you lying there, full of his cum and without a blanket. He got to work, finding the softest washcloth he could within the hotel room and getting it damp with warm water, gently cleaning the inside of your thighs, mentally praising you for putting the towel down earlier so his cum caught on that instead of the sheets. He used another damp cloth to clean the rest of your body, using a cold cloth for your face. He kissed you gently, watching you for a moment as you fell asleep, a small satisfied smile on your pretty lips.

Yeah, he was never going to let you go, he would die before you left his side. He would have to; he would destroy the world for you; he would kill himself if you asked. It wasn’t healthy at all, but he was a serial killer, he didn’t care. he kissed you again and dug through your bag for your sleep clothes, finding them after a moment and then getting you dressed without waking you up.

After you were tucked in, Jeff got dressed, wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, glancing out from the window into the sleeping city he had ended up in with you. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would go have fun, for now, he would stay by your side and keep you safe. He settled next to you in the queen-sized bed, curling up with you in his arms, and for the first time, you snuggled into him, cheek pressed against his chest.

Jeff smiled, unable to help the fluttering feeling in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, finally getting a good night's rest after two weeks in an abandoned hospital where anyone could stumble upon you.

-end-

…ye…this has been in my brain for about a month now, enjoy my stupidity.

am i lowkey becoming a Jeff blog? i love my man Harry but...Jeff is really just a variant of him...oh god im slipping back into my creepypasta phase, except this time i have creative abilities~ and no one can stop me~ (not like anyone is trying either) 

if anyone wants to be on the taglist for my jeff fics/smut fics, all you gotta do is ask, no shame, i dont got any so nither should you

 @sephiralorange​ @dragon-slayer-fairy1​

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer but thomas doherty #smut fic #REALLY JUST SMUT #DONT LIKE DONT READ #mentioned kidnapping #kidnapped reader #stockholm syndrome #enjoy my stupid brain yall #inspired by all those classics from the early 2010's #n rough day #rough days so damn good #im waiting on the next update lol

[starliight-whump]

A challenge: Let James be happy!

As requested, here's a little snippet of James being happy after he's been rescued from Harrison! There are some references to that time, but James has recovered quite a bit and is doing pretty well!

Cw: mentions of scars and past kidnapping.

James smiled and sipped his coffee as he ran his fingers through Daisy's golden fur. She was laying next to him on the blanket James had laid out on the grass, with her head in his lap. It was a nice day, the sun was shining and there was a small, warm breeze against his skin. Small things that James had always appreciated, but did so even more so now after being held captive, doubting he'd ever experience them again. He set the cup down beside him and lightly scratched Daisy behind her ear. Although it was warm outside, it thankfully wasn't too warm for the long sleeved shirt James wore to cover his scars; it helped him feel more comfortable when he was out in public. It meant that less people would stare or look sideways at him.

It felt like a huge victory to be able to go out on his own, with only his dog as company without being scared and paranoid all the time. He had really missed it, and being able to do something he loved, like being outside, felt really freeing. Sure, he still got scared and overwhelmed sometimes, but not nearly as much. And if something did happen, Daisy usually helped him calm down; she really was a life saver. James looked down at her, smiling softly as he pet her, then he reached into the paper bag with the strawberry pastry he'd bought from the nearby cafe and picked it up; a little celebration of how well things were going. That, and life was too short to not indulge in sweet things from time to time.

Of course, that immediately got Daisy's attention; she perked up, eyes glued to him and wagged her tail, clearly hoping for a piece of the tasty treat. James chuckled at her excitement and broke off a little piece and gave it to her and she excitedly scarfed it down and he couldn't help but to smile. She really was adorable. He ran his fingers through Daisy's fur again as he took a bite of the pastry; sweet and fluffy and perfectly strawberry. Mm yes, that had been a good decision; just like going to the park had been. Later he would play with Daisy, but for now it was enough to sit and bask in the sun and enjoy being outside.

#recovery whump #recovery #comfort #trauma recovery #mentioned kidnapping #scars #James is finally having a good time #OC: James Kennedy

[magentaisntrealreal]

It’s whumptober yayyy!!

Hope yall enjoy! Warning are in the tags both here and on AO3! Happy whumping the watcher’s little man!!

Also an update for my other long fic- it’ll be on hiatus until whumptober is over- so sorry!

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #a little out of the ordinary #adverse effects #unconventional restraints #This wasn't supposed to happen. #tma #the magnus archives #fic #allergic reaction #mentioned kidnapping #mentioned nudity #hives #itching #mannequins #noncon touching #tw #sfw #whump #hurt no comfort #jonathan sims #nikola orsinov #breekon and hope #stranger entity #first whumptober #whumptober

[transcowgirlslut]

it's kind of bullshit that people will react with horror to me discussing my fantasies/kinks until i clarify I'm the sub in them. like even my therapist was all like "ohhh it's ok to want to hold power so long as it's consensual" and then clearly relaxed when I clarified I wanted to be the sub.

i love you everyone and with rape kinks, those who want to roleplay kidnapping and abusing someone, i love you i love you i love you. this ain't me fishing for a dom/me to be clear---you are VALUED as a person, outside of your sexual fantasies. I care about you and appreciate you, and there is nothing wrong or bad about you!!!!

#tw kidnapping #tw abuse mention #tw r@pe mention #i love you all

[laffy-taffy-creations]

This is for dayyyyy 15!

This was cross-posted on AO3 here

Some Wounds Can't Be Healed

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,253

Warnings: near death, stab wounds, past human experimentation, mentioned kidnapping, child abuse, child trauma, ptsd

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"I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself."

"OV! You have a stab wound through your godsdamned gut! You are not doing this mission without help!" Kiri shouted at me.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone."

"Absolutely not! I know you're the only one that can hack their servers, but-"

I cut him off with a punch to a wall that left some cracks in the concrete. He flinched back.

"Okay, I get that you're strong and can handle yourself, but you still-"

"Zip it. I do not need your help on this. You can follow me if you feel like it but no interfering, got it?"

He nodded enthusiastically, all too willing to follow me into danger's door. Probably hoping to at least keep me away from death's door.

----《 ¤ 》----

He followed me through the base wincing each time I did at any aggravation to the injury, but ultimately followed my directions and didn't interfere.

I picked the lock to the server room and got us in, immediately sensing a trap. 'There's a trap here somewhere, be on your toes.'

The whole thing was as close to a wet dream as I'd probably get being an ace tech nerd. So many servers and racks of information, all ready for the taking…

Focus. You're here to hack the servers and get the required information, nothing else…

The interface was like something from a movie, several large screens up against one of the walls. I found the keyboard and started up the system, tapping away at a password by-pass and navigating through the files to find the required information.

"You're pretty quick at that…"

"For someone who has a stab through their gut?" I mocked.

I got out my flash drive, the wrong one, and uploaded Donovan into the systems, making sure he was secure enough to continue his own upload via wireless connection before removing it and switching it out for the right drive this time.

I put the desired information on it and turned off the interface.

"I told you, it wouldn't be that big a deal. It's just a simple stab wound. Seriously, we're pros now, you have had years of first hand experience with how indestructible I am."

"That doesn't mean you can be reckless! You still need someone just in case if you have a major injury."

"A stab wound to my gut is not a major injury."

"YES THE FUCK IT IS!"

"Is not."

"Blackout, NOBODY BUT YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A GASH LIKE THAT WITHOUT IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION."

"That's an 'everyone else' problem then."

"Don't you dare say you're 'built different'-"

"I'm just built different from all you hoes. Now c'mon, we need to get going. Just because it doesn't impede me doesn't mean it doesn't fucking hurt."

"I am going to hit you with a book once you're better."

I started walking back the way we came. "I'd like to see you try-"

A knife through my throat cut me off for 2 reasons. 1, it was now blocking my ability to speak, and 2, even if it wasn't it shocked me enough where I would've stopped anyway.

"VEE!"

I knew there was a fucking trap!

I staggered a little bit, but managed to keep my composure.

For the sake of not being questioned I should have at least fake passed out if not fake died temporarily, but instead I decided to take out the knife, angry as fuck and ready to bash in the skull of whoever threw it at me.

"Show yourself you coward!" I shouted as best I could.

I heard my attacker from the other side of the door. "How the fuck-"

"I SAID SHOW YOURSELF BITCH!"

I charged at the doorway where it'd been thrown from.

Part of the wall cracked and crumbled where I ended up hitting it, and the villain that dared to poke the already wounded and angry bear began to recoil. Apparently me surviving a knife to the throat was not in their plan.

I tackled them and locked their wrists in some power-blocking cuffs, before my adrenaline began to leave me and the sheer agony almost made me pass out.

Kiri was right behind me, catching me before I hit anything and dragged me off the incapacitated villain. He fix the bandages on my stomach that got messed up somehow and cut part off, securing it around my neck.

"I'm telling you Vee, shit like this is why you need a back-up."

I groaned as he called in for some help and picked me up, carrying me out of the building.

"Don't you dare hand me off to those bastards."

"Vee, you can make demands once you're not on the brink of passing out."

"I'm fine."

"No, no you're not."

Painful as it was, I resituated myself a bit to punch him in the arm. It was weak, but even my version of weak ended up being relatively strong when I had some control over myself.

"You punching me does nothing."

"Fuuuck, fine, but just don't hand me off to the medics. I don't like dealing with questions."

"The medics are the reason you're still standing."

"Newsflash, the medics aren't the ones that healed me after every dire situation you've seen me in."

He paused. "I'm still handing you over to them."

"No the fuck you're not."

"...I'll bite, if the medics haven't been healing you, who has?"

"Me."

"Vee."

"I'm not fucking joking. Put me down, I'll prove it."

----《 ¤ 》----

I hissed at the feeling of undoing the bandages. The fact I really needed to get rid of them did nothing to soothe the agitation it caused my body.

Kiri waited patiently until I'd fully uncovered the wound. "Okay, now what?"

I took a deep breath in and focused my energy towards the first of the extra quirks that had been forced onto me. A ball of green light formed around my palm and I held it up to the wound.

He watched in awe as it sealed itself up and I sighed in relief.

"How long have you been hiding that from everyone?" He asked in an accusatory tone.

"How long have you known me?" I shot back, undoing the hastily done wrap around my neck. After I healed that I picked up both the bandages to be thrown in the trash.

"Vee… this really doesn't seem like something you should be hiding."

"How so?"

"It just… we're you're friends, knowing you have a healing quirk would be not only beneficial as friends, but also useful, y'know?"

"No, I don't know how sharing extra-personal information is helpful to people."

"What exactly makes it so extra-personal? It's just another quirk, is it not?"

No, because I got it through being experimented on. No, because it was forced upon me. No, because I was kidnapped to have it. No, because it's not the only one I was forced to have. No, because it has major ties to my trauma.

"No," I answered.

"Well then explain it to me. I don't care how messy it is. Just tell me."

What do I tell him? Do I talk about the kidnapping? The child-abuse? The need to grow up way to quickly? The need to fend for myself starting at 9? The way I was treated? Which of the pro-heroes did this?

"I-it… it was…" I started, before I started to cry. He was quick to pull me into a hug.

I never finished that sentence.

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #suppressed suffering #im fine #lyric #my hero academia #near death #stab wounds #past human experimentation #mentioned kidnapping #child abuse #child trauma #ptsd #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writers #creative writing #my writing #emotional whump #whump community #whump scene #whump writing #whump writer #whump #oc: ov

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

By the time you actually reach Baldur's Gate it feels like you've domesticated most of your companions. Except Astarion who is much like a feral chihuahua you found in a field and he'll bite your shins if you forget to give him a treat. And then you enter a magic shop and as you're leaving you suddenly learn your wizard has been picking up bad habits from the chihuahua this entire time.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #astarion #bg3 spoilers #not to mention your bear getting kidnapped right before you go fuck the squid face who speaks to you inside your mind

[incorrectbatfam]

Robin!Dick: Bruce, can I walk to the park?

Bruce: Well, let's see. If a stranger asks you to get in their van, would you?

Dick: Absolutely, I love meeting new people.

Bruce: No, you don't get in the van.

Dick: Okay, I won't.

Bruce: What if they have candy?

Dick: Now I'm getting in, I love candy.

Bruce: No, you don't get in.

Dick: But they have candy, come on!

Bruce: You don't get in!

Dick: Fine, I won't.

Bruce: What if they say, "But I know your dad."

Dick: Then I'm getting in. That's family.

Bruce: No, they're lying.

Dick: That liar!

Bruce: What if they have a puppy?

Dick: I'm getting in.

Bruce: No, you still don't get in.

Dick: Okay, no problem.

Bruce: What if they offer you money?

Dick: I'm in there!

Bruce: No!

Dick: No?

Bruce: No!

Dick: Okay.

Bruce: What if they say they'll take you to the toy store?

Dick: Scoot over, I'm getting in!

Bruce: No!

Dick: I'm staying out. I'm not getting in the van.

Bruce: No, you can't go to the park.

Dick: I don't even wanna go anymore.

Bruce: Okay.

Dick: I wanna get in that stranger's van. They got fucking puppies and candy.

#source: tiktok #dick grayson #nightwing #robin #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw swearing #tw kidnapping #tw food mention

[bluerosefox]

Courting Chaos (to Balance)

A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.

Leaving with a

"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"

And fire and chaos in his wake.

While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.

When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.

"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."

"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.

-x-x-

So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.

Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.

Very simple.

Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.

Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.

And Balance.

Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.

Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.

It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.

Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.

He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.

Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.

Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.

All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.

High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)

Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)

It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.

Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...

Yeah not good.

Only...

Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.

And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.

-x-x-

"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."

".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."

"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #KlarionxDanny #ngl kinda based Klarion crushing off how my parents meet #they were at a party due to their siblings and my ma mentioned she was walking around and heard my dad's laughter above everyone's #said she really liked his laugh and found him at the party #very loosely based on my ma getting her crush on my dad #anyways Klarion is crushing hard #he cant ask Ellie though. He may have just meet her but he can sense shes gonna be a gremlin about it #so he goes to the one person he knows is a in a relationship! in the modern age too! #only he kidnaps Tim and well... #chaos #meanwhile Danny gushes to his friends about a cute chaos lord he spotted at the meeting #he wants to talk to him but Ellie is being a troll and not telling him anything about her new friend

[vampcaprisun]

why do all of the options for talking to wyll after mizora's punishment feel so mean? the poor guy just got sent through the tortures of the nine hells and had his body permanently changed, and it's clear that all of this is because mizora was deceiving him, and you're telling me i can't just...check in on him? like what's even the point of having five different options if all of them are just different flavors of "you had it coming"? i think he's been beaten down enough by the devil who just showed up to fuck him over and treat him like something less than human while doing it, let me just be nice to him!!!!!

#like He Would Not Fucking Say That. None Of My Tavs So Far Would Fucking Say That #they would all have different reactions but this is just. five flavors of the same reaction and it doesn't fit any of them #not to mention with the timing of the scene in this run it happened the same day that wyll found out his dad was kidnapped #like he just had the roughest fucking day and you're telling me i can't just. be nice to him????? bullshit #wyll ravengard #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.

Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side. 

Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.

_______

The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids! 

Ghost?

Should they call in the JLD?

_______

Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.

Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!

Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.

He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth. 

But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.

A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.

But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.

He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness. 

He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it. 

He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.

Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 

Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy. 

He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.

In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.

“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”

Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-

Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-

“Are you single?”

There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.

He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp dc crossover #dpxdc #another one? #wow im on a roll #the GIW were starting to kidnap and experiment on ghost and liminals as well #mostly kids #danny and the gang wasn't having it #so after talking with CW he found out he could use his newfound Ghost King authority and transport everyone to a safe place! #He did ask everyone's permission first tho #after negotiating with Lady Gotham he was allowed to have a subspace between normal Gotham and ghost Gotham #as long as he helped maintain the balance on both sides #this is a ploy between LG and CW to start teaching their King how to care for his people #both living and non living #did I mention #anger management

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

TW: Yandere; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Breeding Kink.

You know how in the punishments scenes, the yandere always goes "For each spank you fail to count, that's 10 more."

Now imagine a yandere with a massive breeding kink who warns you with a huge grin on his face that for each established rule of his that you break, it adds up one more baby to your tab.

You think he's all bark, no bite. That he's bluffing with you, scare you into submission.

But by the end of your first year with him, the yandere casually reminds you during dinner that you owe him 7 babies.

6 babies actually, he corrects himself.

Baby no. 1 is already on the way.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnap mention #tw: forced breeding #tw: forced pregnancy #tw: implied noncon #and the tab keeps getting bigger #every year he adds more 3/4 #you're can't possibly give him many kids #he knows that #but it's fun to mess with you

[kiame-sama]

Tender Love and Care- (Yandere!Miguel x sick!reader)

Warnings; reader is bed bound by illness, helplessness, obsessive miguel, mention of kidnapping, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, lovesick yandere, semi-soft miguel, scolding, confusion, fever, mention of death, possessive behavior, slight objectification,

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"Reckless and stupid, that's all it was! Do you not understand how stupid it was? Truly? You could have caused the multiverse to completely collapse!"

Miguel hissed as he paced in front of the three most recent spider-people to let him down. He thought that they would be able to handle a simple mission, but it was clear that he put far too much faith in those standing before him. Keeping the multiverse from collapsing was no easy feat, but so far it seemed like Miguel was the only one holding things together.

"But, Sir, the parameters of the mission were to deal with the anomalies."

"And did you deal with them? No! Ay, madre de Dios, now Noir and Spider-punk have to deal with the extras you all missed. If I have to step in again on another botched mission-"

The soft sound of coughing made Miguel fall silent, his head turning to the door at the back of his office where his most treasured possession lay. A soft whimper and croaking noise made his brow furrow in worry. The other spider-people standing at attention exchanged a look of confusion before his attention snapped back to them.

"Do better next time or there won't be a next time. Dismissed."

He held his stony demeanor for a moment longer as they shuffled out of his office with their heads bowed low, red eyes trailing the group with precision. The coughing sound came again, this time closer than before. Low ragged breaths were being gasped down as the raspy sound of labored lungs fought to inflate.

"Miguel..?"

"(Y/n)," the dark haired man turned on his heel and approached the now open back door, "you should be in bed resting."

Despite their sallow and sunken features, he still found his dearest to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It didn't matter how many universes he had to look through before he found them again, he was going to keep this version alive. Of course, the constant canon events were trying rather hard to take them away, but he wouldn't let that happen.

The current problem was a rather debilitating illness that wracked the body and lungs of his beloved, leaving them gasping for every breath. Each cough struck his heart with pain as Miguel heard the following whimpers that came with any fit. If he could only lift away the illness that plagued his dearest, he would happily do so. However, all he could do for them at this point was keep them comfortable and hope their immune system could fight off the worst of the virus they were plagued with.

"Come on, you need your rest."

They didn't argue or fight against his gentle touch as he herded them back towards the large bed in the room. Though the room had once been for Miguel alone, it was now less sparsely decorated and seemed to have a bit more life to it thanks to the new life he felt he received from his darling. Miguel was careful to keep an eye out for any sign of stumbling or struggling so he could catch his darling before they had a chance to fall.

As their foot caught on the corner of a carpet, he quickly caught them in his arms. He may not have the spider sense like many others did, but he was no less observant of his surroundings. His muscled arms were hardened after years of training and fighting, so lifting his darling the rest of the way into the bed was an easy task for Miguel.

The other spider people knew Miguel had someone in his room, though they didn't know the true origin of how that person came to reside in the room. Not that Miguel would tell them, but he had scoured the many universes for any incarnation of his beloved and only found them after months of searching. They were laying in bed, rendered helpless by the pandemic illness that consumed that universe. He couldn't just leave them laying there without any help or defense.

His universe had already mostly eradicated the virus in question, so he knew they would be better off with him instead of in their dying universe riddled with the aggressive virus. Sure, he hadn't exactly asked if he could take them away, but in their delirium they weren't exactly able to deny thier savior anyway.

Once he got them back to his home, he endeavored to keep them safe and sequestered until the virus passed. Lyla was both supportive and judgemental of Miguel taking and keeping his beloved from their universe, she also knew how it would destroy Miguel to lose them again. She brushed off any questions the other spider-people asked her and simply said Miguel was allowed to keep his personal life away from his work life.

"Miguel..."

The hoarse whine of his dearest drew him back to the present as he finished tucking them into bed, resting a cool cloth over their forehead. They rest their cheek against his hand, nuzzling into his touch affectionately as they stared up at him with a kind of feverish delusion. He let the small smile tug at the corner of his lips as he stared lovingly at his darling.

"Rest, I'll wake you up later with food, alright?"

"M'kay..."

"Te amo, (y/n)."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #tw mention of kidnapping #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman 2099 #clearly quite self serving considering I am bedbound by COVID while posting this

[halfghostwriter]

When a true baby ghost is born— a ghost not born of dying, but rather through the desire of another ghost— they are little more than a core with wispy ectoplasm emanating from them for about a month. During said month, they take on influence from their surroundings in order to figure out the form they’ll take, hence why so many young ghosts look like their parents.

Because they aren’t fully formed until a month after their birth, the parent or parents will take on a far more aggressive, primal form in order to protect their child. The parent’s form will become incredibly monstrous, and their size will increase, with triple their normal size being most common among parents. Their mental state also becomes incredibly instinctual, higher intelligence temporarily being replaced by aggression towards anyone the ghost doesn’t consider family. They stay in this state until the baby is fully formed.

Of course, Danny “don’t worry about it” Phantom forgets to add this bit of trivia to his explanation to his fellow heroes as to why he was taking paternity leave. In his defense, he didn’t expect them to visit during that month.

And he definitely didn’t expect his brooding brain to latch onto most everyone who visited as “part of his brood.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #Danny has inadvertently kidnapped: 1. the entire shazam family 2. most of the batfamily 3. most of young Justice 4. Martian Manhunter #5. several green lanterns 6. teekl somehow 7. several pretty rocks #I should mention Danny’s ‘brooding form’ is far larger than average #mostly because of his incredibly long tail that he’s using to wrap around his ‘brood’ #he keeps the baby in the extra pair of hands he grew #the only reason Sam and Tucker aren’t there is because they were with Danny when frostbite explained everything #they helped set up his nest in a quite part of amity park #the entire town knows not to go there during the month #it was a big story on the news #specifically because it meant that the usual rogues gallery wouldn’t be invading during that time #because no ghost in their right mind would approach a brooding ghost #phantomama au

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was kidnapped by the Amish, tied up and left to die. While I was hanging there, a tall man made entirely of straw stomped up, looked me dead in the eyes, pointed to itself and said “This is Mr. Dead Man.” I woke up in a cold sweat.

#dream #text #March 4th 2024 #kidnapping tw #amish #death mention #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue