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thlayli-ra · 9 months
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Drawing Scenes from my Fanfictions, from Break These Chains
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'Knight had always assumed that you had to be asleep in order to have nightmares. However, as he slowly started to come to, he found to his dread, that he'd been very, very wrong!'
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giallogigan · 3 months
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It's much too late to get away or turn on the light the spider man is having you for dinner tonight based on an au shared with a friend where the twins were Shamura's vassals with Baal still very hung up on Shamura even after they escape (While Allocer grows fascinated with the defiant twin)
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fallroute · 2 years
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This is a headcanon that is diving into darker territory for Nimue. Trigger and content warning for the following: Groping, attempted rape, actual rape, victim blaming, namecalling, acephobia
I DO NOT CONDONE WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE. IT’S AWFUL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Nimue feels heavily uncomfortable in dresses and skirts. This stems from her prom night in high school, where she’d made herself a casual but pretty dress to wear. Her date, a well-known jock with an ego a mile wide, had a lot of trouble keeping his hands to himself.
Especially on the road home. He was fondling her breasts, her butt, anything he could get his hands on to get her in the mood for what he wanted. He’d pulled over and tried to rape her. Torn her dress, tried tearing off her bra and panties, pinned her down and tried to rape her.
The key word is tried. Nimue, at that point, had been taking self-defense classes for years and had also been training herself in parkour and acrobatics to take the role of Ignis later that year for a group cosplay. She’d used what she learned to get herself free and grab her shoulder bag purse before high-tailing it out of there. It left her feeling dirty, gross and alone.
It didn’t stop there, though. She called her dad, crying, trying to tell him what happened. He believed her right off, taking the rest of the night off work and picking her up with spare clothes he bought as quickly as possible so she didn’t have to stay out in the cold for long. It was just a dress shirt and a pair of jeans, but they were the safest thing Nimue had ever put on. Her dad promised he would take care of it once he was certain she’d be okay. Her mom also promised she’d take care of it, and her stepdad could be heard yelling “who the fuck put their hands on my wife’s child?!” in the background.
But her stepmother...
“He was only trying to make his night special. Why did you have to ruin it by being a prude?”
....didn’t believe that it was rape. She thought Nimue had lead him on until she decided that she didn’t want to anymore, putting the full blame of the incident on Nimue. No matter how hard they tried to tell her otherwise, her stepmother didn’t listen. She would throw slurs around, calling Nimue a slut, a whore and a cum dumpster, despite the fact that Nimue was still a virgin.
She would shame Nimue for not letting herself get raped by the boy, constantly inviting him over when her father was gone and then leaving. Trying to get Nimue raped, as the jock would attempt each time he was left with her. Nimue would tell her father, her stepmother would lie and say that Nimue invited him.
And when Nimue told her that she wasn’t interested in sex at all, and that it was definitely an attempted rape that night, her stepmother wouldn’t believe her. At all. It was her stepmother who orchestrated Nimue getting raped, as she tied Nimue up and then called the jock over. Stood there, smiling smugly as her stepdaughter was raped over and over again until the jock was satisfied. And then had the gall to ask her if she enjoyed what she’d been wanting this whole time.
Nimue blamed herself for it all. She wasn’t the same for a while, and her dad eventually figured it out when her stepmother was bragging about it to some of her friends. About how her “prudish stepdaughter” had finally lost her virginity and “found the right man” to “cure her supposed asexuality”.
All hell broke loose. Her dad rightfully wanted a divorce, her stepmother constantly refused and exclaimed that Nimue was to move out with her new boyfriend. That they could be together now that Nimue was “cured of her ‘ailment’”. It ended up with Nimue, her father and her stepmother’s daughter leaving and moving elsewhere to get away and serve her divorce papers.
Though traumatized from her experience, Nimue kept a brave face until she couldn’t handle it anymore. Developing Dissociative Identity Disorder in response to her trauma, Nimue formed two alters.
Said alters ended up being mainly fictive alters. Ignis formed first and became the main personality when she would dip out due to trauma. He ended up being in charge of most day-to-day tasks and keeping her father and stepsister appraised of the situation.
Gladiolus formed next. He was her protector, who fronted immediately and forcibly when she met the jock as he’d been sent by her stepmother to take her back. When she finally resurfaced after the forceful switch, he was begging her to stop, to let him go. And she did, staring as he ran away. Wondering what she did while she was out.
The switching wasn’t constant, but was enough for Nimue to finally seek help two months before she was due to go to the convention. In therapy, she learned of the existence of Ignis and Gladiolus, the two alters who had formed in response to her trauma. Though fictives were rare, hers were developed as a way to keep a line of normalcy for herself.
She learned of how Ignis kept things going when they switched, how he attended her classes for her and took pristine notes of each subject, interacted with her fellow classmates as if he was her.
Gladiolus admitted his part: he had beaten down the jock when they’d met. Protected her from him harming her ever again. She learned, from him, that she had more strength in her body than she realized thanks to all her self defense classes and self-imposed training sessions. Enough to beat up a teenager with a superiority complex that was taller than her.
She learned how to live with them as a part of her, and learned her switching triggers to lessen the times the three of them switched with one another. There were times when Nimue would allow Ignis to front to give herself a break from everything for a bit, or when Gladiolus would want to front to protect the three of them from any form of harm. Even if it meant getting rough.
The three of them worked like a well-polished system, a rarity in itself. Nimue knew that she had to learn how to work with her alters, and so she did. Even to this day, Nimue continues to work in tandem with her alters to make life easier on her.
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angelofacidx · 2 months
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Dark brain worms read at your own discretion.
Retired Simon who takes up volunteering at a haunted house during October. He’d gotten sucked into it after agreeing to accompany Johnny once and the owner damn near scouted him. Acting is NOT his thing, but fortunately he’s scary as fuck just…standing there in a mask.
He didn’t expect himself to like it as much as he does. Terrorizing grown men and making them scream as if their balls hadn’t dropped yet fuels the ego boost he’d been missing. He’s still got it.
However the real treat is when a pretty thing like you walks through with your friends, wide doe eyes and trembling hands as you sandwich yourself firmly in the middle of the group. He can’t help but reach out, hands squeezing the fat of your ass in the darkness, low groan muffled by the cheesy mask. He leaves his position, stalking behind your group until the end, into the parking lot, and watching you pile into a car that he mentally notes the plate number of.
He’d drop by later to give you a real scare.
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bxnny-doll · 27 days
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Have you thought about piercing your nipples?
I have thought about it !! they’re already so sensitive I’m not sure if I could handle it >.<
just think about how cutely my pierced nipples would poke through this shirt though ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧
maybe one of my classmates or teachers won’t be able to stop themselves from groping my perky tits under my thin little top🤭
fuckkk my pussy is throbbing and dripping so much just thinking about being used for your pleasure…
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bloodfreak-boyking · 4 months
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i literally can't stop thinking about shifter!dean so i curse thee with a brain dump ficlet. cw for non-con groping & kissing
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"See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life," the shifter said, Dean's stolen face barely visible in the dim sewer light. His eyes flicked between Sam's, hurt and something unidentifiable swimming in them. "Me?" He leaned in closer, the space between them growing hot and humid. Sam could feel the shifter's breath on his cheek. "I know I'm a freak."
Sam scowled, glaring the creature down. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean was a lot of things; a nerd, a jerk, disgustingly charming, but not a freak. That title was reserved for Sam.
A grin twitched across the shifter's lips. "Oh, you don't know, do you?" it said, amusement thick in his voice.
Sam knew he should ignore it, this impulse to get insight into his brother's mind, his thoughts and feelings that he kept held so closely to his chest. The thing would probably lie anyway. But Sam was never good at resisting temptation. "Know what?"
Not-Dean was suddenly straddling Sam's thighs, a lascivious smile on his face. Sam instinctively tried to move away, but the rope kept him from doing much more than squirming under the creature's weight. A low chuckle rumbled in its chest. "Dean here?" It shoved its hand between them, roughly palming Sam through worn denim. Sam tried to stifle a gasp, only half succeeding. "He wants you. Hell, he's wanted you since he was seventeen."
Sam felt frozen, shock making his limbs feel numb. Or maybe that was the rope cutting off his circulation, he couldn't really spare the brain power to tell. "Wh-what? No, you...you're lying."
The shifter leaned in closer, nipping at Sam's earlobe. "Oh, the things he wants to do to you." He ground his hips down against Sam's lap forcefully. "His sweet little Sammy."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam registered Not-Dean was hard. Another sharp bite, this time to the hinge of his jaw, had him letting out a startled yelp.
The shifter groaned against his skin. "God what he would give to hear you make noises like that." It grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair, yanking down on it hard. Sam, in an attempt to stifle a loud cry, let a pitiful whimper slip past his lips instead. The creature's eyelids fluttered shut. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."
Warm, plush lips were suddenly on him, sliding against his stock-still ones. Before his brain could send the message of no bad no, his own lips were moving. The shifter growled and pulled his head back further, drawing a gasp out of Sam and giving himself an opening to lick deep into Sam's mouth. A soft moan escaped Sam. What could he say? The thing could kiss. Dean could kiss.
It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him. He twisted his head away, forcibly breaking the kiss. His heart was hammering in his chest and his stomach flipped and the worst part was, Sam couldn't tell if it was disgust or...
The shifter slowly stood, still trying to catch its breath. It reached down and grabbed one of their duffel bags, swinging it over his shoulder. "Well, it's been great, y'know, shattering your worldview and all," he looked Sam up and down once more, predatory, "but I've got a hot date with lovely little Becky."
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"Well that's 'cause you're a freak," Dean, the real Dean, teased from behind the wheel as Saint Louis disappeared behind them.
Sam snorted. "Yeah, thanks," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Well I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you, all the way."
"Yeah, I know you are." Sam looked down at his hands, twisting them nervously in his lap. The shifter's words bounced around his brain: He wants you. He shifted in his seat and bit his lip, the next part of the memory playing involuntarily.
Dean shot him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "What?"
"Dean...um..." Sam readjusted in his seat again, the Impala suddenly feeling claustrophobically small. "Well, I, uh-"
"C'mon Sammy, spit it out."
"The...the, uh, shifter. It...well it...there's something..."
Dean shot him an annoyed glare "Sam," he admonished.
"Do you want me?" Sam blurted out, his face blooming scarlet and his skin too hot.
Dean's grip tightened on the wheel. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "What?" His voice was too calm, too measured.
"The shifter, it said you wanted me. It...it kissed me. Do...do you want me that way, Dean?"
Dean was clenching his teeth so hard that Sam could've sworn he heard his jaw creaking. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his face, where Sam expected to see fiery red skin, angry or embarrassed, was drained of all color. Dean didn't respond or even look at Sam, just turned up the radio so loud that neither could hear themselves think.
Sam's stomach was in knots again, and this time, it was worse: he knew it wasn't disgust.
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nerophobiic · 1 year
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perv!bestfriend!kevin <33
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cw: groping(?), somnophilia??(i'm not sure if it counts, better be safe though), dry humping, pillow humping, masturbation, oblivious!reader
around 0,4k words :)
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he feels ashamed for being this way, but he just cannot help it. you're perfect in each way; smart, pretty, intelligent. you even have the same interests, how cool is that? and you also happen to be his best friend! he's not sure why, but if there's one thing he's sure about it's that he's happy that you are his best friend.
you tell eachother everything, well, almost everything. he couldn't just tell you that he had jerked off to pictures or that he had rutted against a pillow before, imagining that i was you, that'd be just plain weird and he probably would ruin everything. so he kept it to himself.
you had sleepovers, movie nights and you even were then when they had band practice. hunter thought you were okay, so he didn't mind. emily liked you, you didn't treat her different than others did. she was always happy when you came to practice.
when the two of you had sleepovers, neither of you minded sleeping in the same bed. no, you two even cuddled. because that's what normal friends do, right?
kevin always took this as chance, his hand always "accidentally" grazing over your chest & butt, mumbling "sorry's" that had no meaning in it but you didn't know that. hand when he was sure you were asleep, his hand rested on your chest. when it got too much, he stood up, careful not to wake you so he could make his way to the bathroom and masturbate.
one night something happened and kevin thought your friendship was over. he had a heated dream and was unconciously grinding against your ass, wich woke you up. as a result you woke him up, overwhelmed with what to do in such a situation. when he woke up and realized what happened, he started mumbling "i'm so sorry oh god" and "it'll never happen again i swear" and similiar things. as he continued to apologize you interrupted him; "it's okay, kev" you said. "what?" he stared at you in disblief. "it's okay." you said again "it can happen, and it's uh...not like you meant to do it." you averted your gaze, looking away from him. "b-but i just-" he started but you looked at him in a "i said, it's okay way" and he stilled. "y'know..." you started "i could, uh.. help you? if you want to, of course" pointing at his (obvious) boner.
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agaychaoticlittle · 1 year
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need a mean mommy to squeeze my boobies knowing how sensitive they are and finger my pussy after leaving it throbbing 😍
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windydrawallday · 8 months
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NECK KI-- that's Not a Kiss
For sure he learned it from [Swindle] x'D
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bambis-bunni · 8 months
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there’s somethin so finger lickin good about groping porn 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
i was watching some n it’s a hour long video n i’m halfway through. i started touching myself n i came within a minute just bc he ripped her pantyhose n shoved himself in 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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copics-and-renegades · 7 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 01: But Now This Room Is Spinning While I'm Trying Just To Fill In All The Gaps
Look at these canines, man.
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IT'S THIS TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN EVERYONE
When I first read the prompt, my mind IMMEDIATELY went "spinning. dizziness. vertigo. drugged. drugged out of his mind trying to make sense of it all and VERY much not able to fight back." Gods, I just LOVE me some good drugging. :D From there I just went with things I also absolutely love: the horrific invasiveness of someone TOUCHING IN YOUR MOUTH UGH and also the hot huge pointy canines I decided to give all the half-elves for no reason other than that I like drawing them. Also drooling hehehehe.
I warned for forced stripping etc., too, because while that was NOT planned, I was just SO THIRSTY for Botta's exposed belly lol. So when I was done the entire piece had this "wait, this DOES have a groping component oh damn" vibe?? So I'm warning for what it turned into even though it was not in my initial plan lol. I guess they're checking out just what they've got there...?????
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