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Stuck Pt. 3

Warnings: NON-CON, rough oral, violence, blackmail

“Y/N! Where have you been?” I squeal as I’m suddenly grabbed around the waist and spun before being carefully put down on my feet. My anxiety goes through the roof as I turn and face JJ. His expression is bright and happy whereas all I feel is guilt. And Rafe’s eyes on me from across the beach.

“Hey, where’s your head?” JJ cups my face gently and tilts my head up as he looks at me. My stomach somersaults with butterflies. He was so handsome and he was touching me. His hands drop as if sensing my unease.

“I-I’ve been busy is all.” I lie, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I spot movement in time to see Rafe throw his beer bottle violently into the trash bin, glass flying everywhere before he gets another one. His every movement is aggressive as he opens the beer and chugs half of it, disgust written all over his face.

“Y/N?” I look back at the sound of JJ’s voice, crazing the peace he offered.

“I think I need to go home.” I blurt just as he reaches for me again. I dart past him and hurry to where I’m parked along the side of the road.

“Y/N! Wait!” I ignore him as I dig out my keys and press the unlock button. Just as I get my hand on the handle, his hand covers mine and turns me around.

“What is it? Why are you running?” JJ asks, his blue eyes pleading with me. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t hurt him.

“I just need to go home. I’m fine.”

“You’re lying. You’re not fine. Is it Rafe?” I open my mouth but nothing I say will sound any better. My hesitation gives him his answer and his face darkens.

“What did he do?”

“Did you steal a watch from him?” It spills out before I can stop it and his eyes widen. It’s only for a split second then his face hardens.

“So he’s trying to get to me through you. What did he say?”

I step back, bumping against my car in shock. Rafe was right. This whole time I thought he was lying. I thought maybe JJ would clear this whole thing up and I wouldn’t have to go back to Rafe just to protect him. Turns out I was wrong.

“You’re not even going to deny it.” I gasp.

“What did he say to you?” JJ demands, taking my elbow. “Does he have proof?”

“He does now.” Chills erupt over my entire body at the sound of Rafe’s voice. JJ spins around to face him only for Rafe to clock him across the jaw with something that I can’t see until he drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Rafe holds the gun down at his side while I fight to control my breathing. Terror racked me to my core. Rafe had a gun and he so effortlessly knocked JJ out with it.

He steps over JJ’s unconscious body and lets his eyes roam over my form before finding my eyes again.

“I want the watch back. Your job is to find it since you ruined everything.”

“I ruined everything?”

“Yes! I needed you to get close to him and get him to trust you. Now he won’t.” I yelp when Rafe takes my arm and drags me away.

“Wait! Wait!” I cry as he drags me through the tall grass and into the trees.

“You’re going to make it up to me.” I gasp when we find a small clearing and Rafe shoves me to my knees.

“Rafe, please.” I cry as he tears open the front of his shorts and his penis bobs free, thick and hard.

“What did I say about crying? I love it. Now suck.” He yanks back on the top of my hair and shoves his way in past my parted lips. I gag but that doesn’t stop him. I try to pull away but he doesn’t let me, droll dripping down my chin as he thrusts violently.

“You can do better. Would you rather me take your asshole? I’ll bend you over right here on the ground and take it.” He spits each word with so much venom that I undoubtedly believe him. I try to relax my throat and stick out my tongue, sucking as best as I can while he using my mouth for his pleasure.

“Such a good girl. My Angel. I’m gonna cum down your pretty little throat and you’re gonna swallow every last drop.” I narrow my eyes at him as I continue to gag and he smirks down at me.

“And when we’re through, if you give me even a hint of attitude, I’ll make you jerk me off over Maybank’s body.” I whimper in protest and he grins before moaning, his head dropping back. His Adam’s apple bobs rapidly then he’s swelling in my mouth before it erupts, cursing loudly.

There’s so much that I can’t swallow it all and it drips out the corners of my mouth. It’s disgusting and salty but once I swallow it, the taste is gone so I push through. Rafe yanks free of my mouth and collects what spilled out with his fingers before pushing it all back down my throat. I gag on his fingers as I swallow the last of him, my eyes burning with tears.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Rafe hauls me to my feet and slams his mouth down over mine. I’m weak and lethargic. The last of my energy gone from satisfying him.

“How wet is your cunt, Angel?” Rafe pulls his lips from mine long enough to shove his hand down the front of my shorts. I moan when he brushes his fingers over my swollen clit. “So fucking wet.”

“Rafe, I’m sorry.” I whisper, rocking against his hand for relief.

“I know, angel. But you let him touch you. What did I say? No one touches you but me unless I say so. Then you ran.” Rafe growls, pushing my back against a tree as he presses harder on my clit.

“I’ll make it right. I’ll act like I’m on his side. I’ll get the watch back.” I plead. Rafe bites his bottom lip with a smirk as he sinks a long finger inside me. I moan in pure bliss as he pumps it slowly. I was close already.

“Yes you will.” Rafe kisses me, curling his finger just right until I’m lifting up on my toes and unable to breathe. “Because if you don’t you can visit him from inside a cell.” Rafe tears his finger away and stalks off, leaving me trembling and wanting in the dark.

A few days go by and JJ agrees to come over so we can talk. I’m a nervous wreck. Rafe told me to win him over and make him trust me again. I had to get the watch back. I’m nervously twirling my hair when there’s a knock at the door.

I open it and JJ offers me an awkward smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” JJ asks, his beautiful face still bruised from Rafe’s gun.

“Oh my god. Your face!” I exclaim, cupping his face as he steps inside. He smiles softly and pulls away with a grimace, probably still sore.

“I’ve had worse. You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yea. Do you want something to drink?” I go into the kitchen and offer him a beer before he can respond. My heart was racing so I got one for myself. He stays silent, waiting for me to continue as he sips his beer.

“I want to apologize. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. Rafe threatened me and it scared me.” I admit. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he’s been caught on video but if Rafe found out, we’d both be in a world of hurt. So now I’m playing the part of being on JJ’s side for Rafe.

“What did he say?” JJ asks softly, his blue eyes soft with concern.

“He just demanded to know if I knew anything about the watch. He didn’t believe me when I told him I didn’t so he’s been intimidating me ever since. I’m scared to be around you now. I don’t want him to hurt you.” The lie mixed with the truth tastes sour on my tongue. He sighs and his features soften as he takes my hand. I tense for a moment until I realize that we’re alone and Rafe isn’t here. So I twine my fingers through his and squeeze reassuringly.

“I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.” JJ says, squeezing my hand back. Now his features are hard and determined.

If only he knew it was already too late. His promise was already broken.

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REISS MENTAL ASYLUM / 14

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. Somnophilia at the end! masterlist

notes: someday i will rewrite this whole cringe thing and feel better about it, LOL. but i hope there's enjoyement in this chapter.

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「lazy afternoons」

“Yes, Porco, I’m okay.” [name] chuckled softly. “I will stay over a friend’s house, so there’s no need to worry about me.”

Porco snorted loudly, obviously making fun of his lie. [name] pouted at such reaction. “A friend’s house? Exactly who? You have no friends, you loser."

”H—Hey! I do have friends!!” He felt childish, and he could tell Porco was having fun by proving him he was a lonely loser. “I have many!!”

”Really? Haven’t seen you go out a single day without the same fucking guy.”

"They are just... secretive. AND busy!"

"Busy... of course." Porco's tone changed, but [name] couldn't put more attention thanks to his migraine. "If everything goes well here, we'll have a talk, you and me. It's important."

"That sounds serious... is something going on?"

"Just... take care of yourself in that disgusting place, man. Tell Victor—"

"Vincent!"

"Whatever his fucking name is, to stay with you. With what you told me, I..." Porco couldn't continue. [name] heard some grunts on the other line— was he embarrassed?

[name] grinned. "I care about you too, Porco."

"Shut up. I'm hanging up." [name] could tell he was flustered, but silenced his laugh.

"See you soon!"

"Lock your doors and windows."

"Will do."

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After the call ended, [Name] let out a grunt. He hid his head within his covers as he remembered Mike’s words about him getting sick. The man was a witch—or maybe a wizard? Either way, he was right. Or at least, his nose told him the future, somehow.

[Name] hadn’t felt dandy when he got to his apartment the night before. He knew getting out of the car by himself wasn’t possible, and Levi, knowing this, helped him as he did before.

He had a bad stomachache and an urge to throw up again; but thought a good night's rest was enough to wake him up and make him feel better. Unfortunately, the moment his alarm interrupted his sleep, he felt the worst way possible.

He also had a fever. He was 100% sure. The cushion was already disgustingly wet from his sweat, along with his pillow, but his sudden weak body didn’t let him get up. Not even when he felt the need to puke. So poor [Name] had to stay put and try to calm himself if he didn’t want to make a disgusting mess in his room. He didn't know how much time had passed since then.

Even if his whole body felt weak and disgusting, [Name] tried to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Yet, the moment he got up, he almost fell— if it weren’t for his nightstand, his face would have been kissing the floor, with blood being a plus. It was then that he accepted his defeat and called Margaret to notify her of his absence. She had replied, saying she had been waiting for his call since Mike mentioned his condition yesterday. The poor sick just sighed, thanked her, apologized, and hung up.

He was ready for another bad sleep when the phone on the nightstand rang. His eyes couldn’t identify the caller since his vision was a bit blurry, but answered blindly. The moment the voice in the other line spoke, [Name] miraculously surpassed an embarrassing yelp from coming out.

“[Name], it’s Erwin. Good morning, first of all. I’ve been notified of your absence for today. Is everything alright?”

“O—Oh, uhm, y—yes! Ah—! Sorry, good morning!” It was obvious [Name] wasn’t in the right mind. He couldn’t think clearly, and his head felt like it was burning. His words slurred a bit. “I just got a bit of a fever— nothing I can’t handle, heheee…” What a fast man Erwin was— did he call him the moment Margaret notified him?

”Is that so? How are you feeling?”

”Everything is good! I’m fffine, really!”

There was a moment of silence on the other line, making [Name] a bit anxious. Was he angry? Upset? Did the think this was a lie?

“I see. Also, don’t worry about today’s schedule. Everything’s covered, alright?”

“O—Ok… and, uhm… sorry about today… I didn’t meaan to get sick…”

[Name] heard a chuckle from the other line. ”Don’t worry about that, [Name]. It’s not your fault— something like that can be rearranged when you feel better, so don’t overthink it.”

After saying goodbye, [Name] let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

The silence filling his room let his mind wander about the frightening man. He had felt the intense gaze on him everywhere he went. The sick male wanted to believe something else but a feeling of desire filled those blue eyes. The thought only caused him to grip the bedsheets harder, his face feeling warmer and his thoughts messy. He wanted to turn a blind eye to it, but it was too obvious. The man was bold!

But… would it be wrong, though? To accept the date fully? At the moment, it felt like an obligation—a must. [Name] didn’t feel particularly happy about such a thing. Neither when Zeke wanted to use him to do such dirty play to Erwin. Now, it didn’t feel that bad; it was just embarrassing. He laughed light-headedly as he pictured Erwin on a date with him—maybe eating strawberry cake? or just chuckling at whatever they were talking about…

The imaginary moment lulled him slowly, blinking lazily at the ceiling. Maybe a good sleep in another place would make him feel better…

But a knock on his door interrupted him, startling him. The sound only made him grunt— he didn’t want to get up… but he did nevertheless. Of course, as his mind wasn’t in the right state, he took his blanket with drawings of frogs with him. He breathed heavily as he tried not to stumble too much. When he got to the entrance, he opened the door right away while his mind ignored how Porco scolded him about how he had to look into the peephole first before answering the door. Living in this godforsaken apartment was dangerous; serial killers would love to pick a stupid victim here, he said.

He blinked lazily, not really recognizing who he was staring at. Until he abruptly stood straight with a yelp, realizing it was Levi at his door, looking as happy as ever. [Name] couldn’t be more embarrassed by how he looked right now: a blanket with cartoony frogs on it, his oversize T-shirt with his favorite cartoon, and his shorts. His hair was a mess, his face was warm, and his eyes fought to stay closed— it was more to say that his bruises were on display too.

Levi, amused by the display, raised a brow. “It looks like nose man was right.”

Still, [Name] didn't know what else to say. He stood there, dumbfounded.

“Are you making me stay here all day or what? Have some manners.” The ravenette spoke in irritation, but with no malice. After all, it was known by now that his scolding was just for fun. Well... sometimes. This was enough to wake [name] up from his embarrassing episode. He quickly opened the door with incoherent mumbling and stood aside, letting Levi inside.

He felt dizzy; what he said sounded more as if he was barely keeping it together. “I—I didn’t expect you here!” He cringed at his own wording, trying to save himself: “I mean, I don’t mean you can’t come in! It’s just that I— Weeell—”

“I didn’t expect myself here either, but since we all know you don’t know a thing about self-care, here I am." The ravenette spoke sternly, his eyes narrowing into a sharp critical gaze as he observed the apartment.

“Buuuut… There was no neeeed…” The amount of talking made him even dizzier, as he stumbled backwards a little bit. Levi just raised a brow, expecting another lie.

“Stop being stubborn and sit down.” The ravenette placed some plastic bags on the table and emptied it. He took out a canned soup, and [Name] could smell fresh vegetables from the other bag.

He stared dumbfoundedly at the contents, then at Levi, then at the bags, then at the man again. The ravenette stared him back and spoke as if he was talking with an idiot: “You don’t have anything in your fridge.”

[Name] stayed in silence, processing the words from him. Then, he stood straight as he stared in embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing. “How do you know that?!”

“Because that’s you.”

[Name] didn’t know if to take that as an offense, so he avoided the ravenette’s gaze and looked defeated.

Levi didn’t care, it seemed, since he changed the subject. “What have you been doing before I got here?”

“Hmn… nothing…?” [Name] sighed and blinked lazily. “I wanted to take a shower, since I’m all sweaty… but I didn’t have any energy, and I thought I would feeell—”

“Oh, you will,” Levi stated, while crossing his arm as he tried to think, “you will get that shower. You look like a pig.”

“You are meaaaaan…” it wasn’t as if [Name] was in his right mind anyway to think of what he said, “I’m going to fall… I can’t go… and I feel sick,” he tightened the froggy bedsheets around him even more— he just wanted to fall asleep again.

“No.” Levi spoke sternly, harshly taking the cover off of [Name], causing him to gasp. “You will get that shower, so better get up and show me where the bathroom is before I take the sink to shower you.”

The ravenette took [Name] from the back of his shirt, forcing him to stand up. [Name] couldn’t help but comply, secretly glad he didn’t have to walk alone anymore as he guided Levi to the bathroom. It could seem like a careless action or touch by Levi, but he was sure [Name] wouldn’t fall even if he tripped, since the grip on his collar was strong enough.

He just didn’t want to touch sweat.

Levi was a bit grateful the bathroom was in decent shape after seeing such living room. It was small, with some corners and part of the sink and bathtub colored in oxidation thanks to the time. The mirror had some marks on it, along with the flooring having some ruptures. In Levi's mind, he couldn't stop repeating how horrible this place was. Or rather, how disgusting this whole building was.

He ordered [name] to steady himself with the sink while he filled the bathtub with not-too-warm water. Complying with a soft okay—! [name] allowed Levi to work, a little embarrassed when he noticed Levi’s narrowed eyes glaring at how slowly the water came in. If he was bothered or irritated, he didn't voice it, nor did [name].

In whatever silence they were in, Levi broke it off with a blunt order as he returned to his spot beside [name], taking his collar again. "Take your clothes off."

"U—Uh..?! That's sooo straightforward!!" raising his voice, [name] could feel his face getting warmer. "I—I can't do that in front of youu...!"

"Then should I throw you fully clothed in the water? Or should I undress you myself?"

[Name] felt a little bit of dread at the thought of Levi letting go of him. If he did, [name] didn't trust himself to remain standing.

"O-Okay, okay! Just... please turn around," he said his request with as much gentleness as he could have, eyeing Levi with a pleading look. The ravenette frowned as he stared at the sick idiot for a couple of seconds with cryptic eyes before giving in. Sighing in relief, [name] used Levi's shoulders to steady himself as he undressed clumsily. A few times [name] tightened his grasp on Levi's when tripping with his own clothes, only noticing his strength when the ravenette grunted or let out a remark.

"D—Don't turn around yet! Just... step backwards a little bit, pleease..." Carefully, [name] stepped inside the bathtub with a hum as his skin met the tepid water. It was just then, with water just under his chest as he hugged his legs, that he realized how hot he was. He involuntarily sank his whole body into the water, humming at the now-comforting temperature. He quickly retreated to his original stance when he remembered Levi was waiting for him. "...okay, you can turn around..."

"Finally." Levi took a small stool that was behind the sink and placed it beside the bathtub, sitting down. He rolled up his sleeves and took the shampoo, placing some on his hands. "Close your eyes," he commanded before rubbing the shampoo on [name]'s head, massaging the scalp.

It was actually relaxing on [name]'s part. He thought Levi would be rougher, but his hands were gentle. He could hear himself let out a content hum while his shoulders eased and he rested his chin on his knees.

“Bend over a bit.” Levi asked in a gentle tone this time, taking the soap. Just when [Name] obeyed and Levi was ready to lather him up, he noticed a lengthy burn scar on [Name]’s back, more so on the left side. It didn’t look… severe per se— boiled water, perhaps? Levi could tell fire didn’t cause it.

Whoever it was or whatever caused it, Levi continued to bathe [Name] with other thoughts in mind. It seemed the idiot had forgotten, since he didn’t say a thing about his silence.

“Sorry you haave to do aaall of this, Levi…” [Name]’s voice cut his dark thoughts off. “I’m very sorryyy,”

This time, it was Levi who sighed. “I told you yesterday, didn’t I, idiot? If I don’t do it myself, I will be in a bad mood all fucking day. And I have enough with those shitty glasses at work.”

[Name] giggled, “a mooore of bad mood?”

“Don’t get smart with me.” Levi warned him, but he didn’t sound hostile.

[name] talked about everything and anything. He looked content even if Levi gave hums or half answers when being asked something. At some point, [name]'s voice got lower and lower, until he fell silent. The ravenette was unsure if he had fallen asleep, but seeing his shoulders go up and down slowly made him sure.

Just seeing him like this, in this godforsaken place, rotting away... made him feel something he didn't want to say out loud. He just felt irritation.

[name] seemed asleep. Before waking him up, Levi gently caressed the scar on his back and wondered the reason for this act of dominance. Confusion, or perhaps anger, danced in his mind—not exactly for the scar per se.

He retreated his touch and got up, speaking louder to wake [name] up.

"Oi. Wake up. You can't sleep yet." As he took a towel, he signaled him to stand up to dry his body. He noticed how groggily the [hair color]-haired stood up, with eyes closing every two seconds and not even complaining about being seen naked this time. Levi quickly wrapped [name]'s body without much of a glance. His arm went around [name]'s waist to guide him out of the bathroom and to his room, as [name] vaguely told him where it was.

Surprisingly, his room wasn't a mess. Everything seemed in order and clean, to Levi's somehow relief. Levi asked him for clean clothes as he helped [name] sit down on his bed, but [name] was unable to answer because of his sleepy state. The ravenette grunted as he snapped his fingers in front of [name]'s face, making him jump in surprise and barely waking him up.

"Clothes... Ah! Right there, Levi." The ravenette opened the wardrobe and took the first thing he saw, which was another oversized T-shirt with, this time, a picture of a fat cat, and a pair of shorts. He couldn't stop himself from raising his brows in amusement at such choice of designs, almost wanting to make a remark about it. Yet, it wouldn't be as rewarding to see [name]'s groggy state acting stupid like his normal self. He threw the shirt over [name]'s head, the sick completely out of it to even complain about it.

Levi crossed his arms. "Answer—should I dress you or are you capable?"

"Mhm...? Oh, yeah... I caan..." [name] yawned, lazily taking the shirt. Levi had never seen such clumsiness before as he observed how the idiot missed the biggest entrance for his head to one of the arm’s. And then he looked pretty content about being trapped in the smallest hole, as if he had done a splendid job.

“You look stupid.” That was the only statement Levi could spit out before helping him with the t-shirt. His next objective was the shorts, but [Name] seemed to quickly snap out of his dazed and quickly stutter slurred words Levi couldn’t understand, but could decipher by [Name]’s stupid, embarrassed expression. As always, he asked him to turn around.

“You need to eat.” Levi stated as [Name] finished, turning to him once again.

“I want to sleep, Levi.” The sick idiot tried to lay down on the bed, but Levi’s grip on his shirt stopped him.

“Before that, you will eat.”

“But I’m sleepy…” [Name] tried to ‘charm’ Levi by blinking and staring pathetically. The ravenette narrowed his eyes.

It didn’t work. “But I don’t care. Get up.”

All of this felt like Levi was taking care of a child. Or perhaps a cat. A clumsy, useless cat whose life was only to destroy things and be a nuisance.

[Name] complied. Although this time he didn’t try to not be an annoyance, because his body felt heavier and his words didn’t make sense. Levi knew he needed sleep, but he couldn’t let him, still. Or he just didn’t want to. He couldn’t deny that painful, tired face made him feel better.

He instructed [Name] to patiently wait on the couch, since at least he had some mercy on him and didn’t let him wait on the chair while Levi chopped some vegetables for the food.

The sounds of the old TV and the low snores from [Name]’s filled the room, leaving Levi in a barely peaceful moment.

As he put the ingredients into the pot where he had filled it with the soup, he went to sit on the chair while observing [Name], who waited for the food to be ready.

The idiot stayed asleep, with no care or worry about who was with him. Has anyone broken in? Levi wondered.

The lock looked cheap and easy to break, but Levi instantly knew this idiot would open the door before looking, even if he was in his sane mind. A strong lock or a fancier building wouldn’t change that.

If Erwin hadn't taken a liking to him, where would he be? Dead inside a dumpster, maybe. Or perhaps in a job barely making the minimum wage. Or suffering under someone’s orders. Well, it wasn’t as if his situation was any better, in such a filthy place. Erwin had his reasons to hire him, but he didn't share them. What he couldn't hide from Levi was the acts of devotion he had for the assistant; how his blue eyes stared with such... affection? No. Erwin wasn't like that. Something vicoius hide beside that caring-boss facade.

Speaking of that, who was this guy? Levi felt even more disgusted by the place as he took another look around. This whole building was rotting. Either way, Levi could observe [name]’s attempt to ‘hide’ the mess—pictures. One with him and friends? Perhaps family; a younger [name] with a dog; another picture of him, a guy looking irritated with a black-haired girl... Pretty ordinary pictures.

There were a few small plants, too. A book on the table beside the couch; keys hanging on the wall—were those small paintings? Levi could distinguish between what seemed to be the ocean and a sunset; in another painting, there were frogs in a pod.

[Name] was just like he imagined: a mundane person that he wouldn't usually take an interest in. How could he? This clumsy guy was easy to control, easy to overpower, had naive ideas, was dense... Then why this sudden attention? To someone so insignificant? He could understand Erwin's motives and even that four-eyes son of a bitch, but not his own. Levi found this irritable.

Maybe he liked to imagine how he would tangle his fingers between [name]'s hair, seeing his expression of satisfaction only for him to pull and see that face of being hurt: that pout, teary eyes, that slight frown meaning that he's going to cry... Or just harshly grab that jaw to hear him squeak once he takes his hand away to see the marks he made on that pretty face.

That face…

Levi narrowed his eyes.

That stupid face.

The reminder of the food interrupted his nightmarish thoughts. He went to check and realized it was ready. Without any permission, he took a bowl from the drawers—which didn’t have much—which, particularly, was blue with painted sheep. Levi couldn’t really believe how childish this guy was—hmn? Was that a mug with painted cats…?

Levi served the food. Even when he made lots of noise, the sick idiot didn't even move. The caretaker got in front of him and stared him down—[name] looked exhausted. His expression wasn't a comfortable one*; his body looked tense, and he was sweating.

He looked disgusting.

“Wake up.” Levi grabbed the front of his shirt with no gentleness.

[Name] barely woke up groggily, with his eyes barely opening and closing. From his mouth came words with no meaning, not even pying attention for the man.

Levi made him sit down while he ignored his pleas for him to stop. “Food’s ready. Wake the hell up.”

“Buuuut… I’m asleep…”

“Now you’re not. Get up.” [name] resisted. Levi gritted his teeth, and in his eyes reflected an anger that made [name] shiver. “Get the fuck up, or I’ll punch you until you die.”

“Ok, Okay! I’mm uup—!” Even with slurred words and a weak mind, he knew Levi didn’t make jokes. The thought of Levi acting like a beast made him gulp.

“Huh…” [name] looked at the table, and then at the couch. “Can I eat on the couch…? I don’t want to sit down…”

Levi tightened the grip on his collar. The sounds from the TV weren’t helping his temper much, since an annoying money TV game was on and fueled Levi’s annoyance with him.

The caretaker only pulled him forcibly. “No. You will sit like a civilized, mannered person, not like a pig. You will make a mess if you lay down.”

[name] didn’t dare say anything else. He sat down, like a good boy, and looked at his food. It looked good, actually. The nice aroma reminded him of the hunger in his stomach, as it immediately growled. [name] took the spoon, ready to eat it all.

But, just as expected, [Name] was unable to even feed himself accordingly. His sloppy movements, thanks to his sudden sleepiness, made him unable to hold the spoon properly, messing up the table and dirtying his face. Levi grunted, disgusted once again and more annoyed.

With a harsh move, he took the spoon from [Name]’s shaky hand, surprising him with it. But before Levi could feed him himself, he took a napkin and, with not much gentleness, cleaned [Name]’s face. Whimpers and soft complaints left [Name], but they went to deaf ears. Just as Levi finished, he clicked his tongue at his own exasperation.

“Open your mouth. I will feed you like the child you are.” Levi harshly took [name]'s jaw while he guided the spoon to his mouth. [Name] felt ashamed at first, desperately staring anywhere but Levi's eyes. The ravenette didn't like [name]'s childish behavior, as his grip on his jaw tightened. [name] jumped, opening his mouth with teary eyes. "Why don't you just obey? Always doing what you should not be doing." Levi's never softened his grip, perhaps as a punishment for being disobedient.

This kept going in silence until [name] felt full. A gentle touch on the hand with which Levi gripped his jaw was enough for his caretaker to abruptly stop and glare at him directly. [name]’s body tensed. "I'm—I'm full..." The stare he got was enough to make him shiver. Why were there times when he could speak to Levi normally, but in times like this, Levi unnerved him?

It didn't help when he stared like that. And the way he silently got up, took his bowl, and began doing the dishes didn’t help at all. Was he angry? Did he do something wrong?

Well, whatever. He felt sleepy again. The food had helped him feel comfortable, in some way.

“Dhankss for the food, Levaa…” His eyelids felt heavy.

A grunt was the only answer. [name] slowly began to drift away, dreams taking his mind. His arms rested on the table, letting his face rest on them. The soft silence from the dishwasher lulled him.

This time, Levi didn't say anything else. Instead, he knew he felt a hand caress his hair before shaking his shoulder, but he could be wrong, after all.

“You are asleep already.” Levi’s soft voice sounded far away, even if he was next to him. His strong arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bathroom again.

[name] couldn't open his eyes anymore. His body felt automatic—he just felt Levi’s hands on his mouth, brushing his teeth gently. Did he dream all of this, actually?

He didn’t even remember walking to his bed, but he was already under the covers. Levi’s hand rested on his forehead, and [name] could barely see his usual frown. The sick idiot couldn't help but close his eyes again, but once he opened them again, something cold was resting on his forehead.

Levi said something, but [name] didn't understand.

“That feelss goood…” [name] smiled contently. He chuckled softly. “You are a great nurse, Mr. Levi.”

Levi didn’t like that, since he flicked a finger on [name]’s forehead. [Name] whined, the eyes of betrayal stared at Levi’s face, who glared back. [Name] pouted.

“Not nice…”

“I’m not nice.” Levi changed the cloth to a colder one, by [name]’s relief.

“You are.” He closed his eyes again.

“Not.”

“Just rough sometimes. But you are nice.”

Levi didn’t answer, but it was enough for [name] to look content. A frown formed on Levi’s face while he sat down beside [name]. He took the mug off the nightstand, which [name] didn’t even notice, and waited for the sick idiot to react. “Take a sip.”

“What’s…?”

“Ginger tea. Take. A. Sip.”

[name] chuckled like an idiot while Levi helped him sit down. Levi’s hand on his back and how he helped him take small sips brought him some type of comfort. The feeling of being taken care of was… nice, even if he knew Levi didn’t like the whole idea. Any other type of comfort in his life was Porco; he would be lying if he didn’t feel happy having someone so… caring and trustworthy around him. Knowing he was away made him sad.

“I… don’t waant mooore.”

Levi stopped without much to say, and left the mug in its previous place. He told [name] not to lay down since he could feel like vomiting again. He changed the cloth again before his hand stayed on his forehead to not let the cloth fall down. [name] opened his eyes tiredly to admire Levi. Well, what else could he do?

Levi sure was a handsome man. Or did he confess that to himself because he was not in his right mind? Well, he didn’t admit that out loud…

He felt lightminded; perhaps that’s why he felt bolder to say things.

“You are scary sometimes.” Even though the statement wasn’t a positive thing to say, [name] smiled like an idiot. “Veeeeery scary…”

Levi narrowed his eyes.

“Buut even scary, you look good!”

Levi didn’t react— not openly, at least. “And you look dumb, but that doesn’t give you any favors.”

[Name] chuckled. Levi helped him lay down again.

“I’m sleepy.”

Levi removed the cloth and rested his hand on [name]’s forehead to feel his temperature. [Name] hummed contently as he felt Levi’s cold fingers on his warm skin. Without much thought, he gently moved Levi’s fingers over his closed eyes. He felt more comfort.

“Migraine?” Levi asked.

“Hmn…” [Name] didn’t have more energy to give a detailed answer.

“I left pills on your nightstand.” Levi said, “Take some.”

“No… I’m… tired…” [name]’s eyelids felt heavier, and he couldn’t help closing them.

Levi didn’t like being contradicted, but he kept silent. Perhaps he was tired because of him, or just annoyed. He grunted but didn’t say further. The room fell into silence. Levi stared at [name]’s face, who rested quietly. As he saw nothing else bothering him, he got up and spoke loudly for [name] to hear. [name] opened his eyes tiredly when he got up from the bed.

"It's time for me to go, then." Levi was ready to leave, but he felt something pulling his hand before he began to walk away. He turned his head just to see [name] staring at him with pleading eyes, almost looking like a child scared of the dark.

"Nooo... don't leave me, please," he pleaded. "Stay with me..."

"I can't. Go to sleep."

"But, Levi, I'm scared of being alone... Please, just stay with me this time, pretty pretty please?"

Levi stared, again. With holding hands still, [name] blinked slowly with his long eyelashes, making his plea more "captivating.” Levi wanted to punch his face.

“No.”

“Pretty pleasse…” [name] tightened the grip on his hand.

Levi actually thought about it this time. Perhaps [name] was going to fall asleep, since he looked too tired. “Five minutes.” He answered before sitting down again in the same place, while ignoring how content and happy [name] stupidly looked. Silence filled the room again, but speaking wasn’t necessary for both of them this time.

After such peace, the phone rang. [Name] grunted at the interruption of his sleep, but quickly took the phone before missing the call. The frown that was plastered on his face changed to a soft smile as he answered. Levi narrowed his eyes at such change.

“Hi, Vincent.” [name] replied. “I’m good. Thank you for calling.”

What a good friend.

“It’s fine. Actually, Levi came to—”

Levi snitched the phone out of his hands. Vincent’s voice only fueled his irritation, as his worried questions were heard from the other line.

“What a nice, worried friend you are, Mr. Guard.”

Vincent didn’t answer at first. “Mr. Ackerman, good afternoon.”

Levi could notice Vincent’s change of tone. Well, the feeling was mutual.

“No need for such cute calls for your boyfriend.”

“If I’m worried about him, then I’ll call.”

Levi gritted his teeth. *“*How daring.”

Levi noticed Vincent was going to make a remark, but he shut himself up before spitting it. The ravenette smirked slightly. At least such guard knew who he was talking to. Due to the lack of an answer, Levi kept speaking.

“You asked, he answered. This is all you’ll get.”

Vincent seemed to rile himself up. "He doesn’t—” But Levi hung up before Vincent could finish. He slammed the phone with such force, that made [name] jump at the noise.

Levi stared knives at the phone, not paying attention to [name]’s stare.

“You don’t like Vincent.” [name] looked at him timidly, speaking softly. Levi did look furious at the call— but [name] was sure Vincent wasn’t the type of person to look for problems. What did make Levi so angry?

“Is that a problem for you?”

[name] frowned. It… wasn’t a problem, but he didn’t like seeing his friend— or confidant? being treated so harshly. He knew Levi could see that, but he knew how Levi acted. The people in the asylum could be really… spiteful. Either way, the reflective thoughts only soothed him—he was more than tired. Levi waited, but the question was left unanswered. Instead, it was met with soft snores coming from the idiot.

He had fallen asleep at last.

Levi glared at him—how could he be sleeping so comfortably with him in the room? Leci here, acting like a good guy only fueled his anger. There had to be a reward for this absurdity. He didn’t comprehend his own feelings—their meaning. After all, he hadn’t needed them in a long time, if ever. [name] made him repulsed by such foolish emotions.

How bitter you are.

[Name] didn’t mean to last in that place, but Erwin and four eyes sought any ways to protect him from all evil. Even so, they themselves were worse than the subjects. Levi laughed bitterly internally every time one of them couldn’t hide their desire to possess such a good-for-nothing assistant. He couldn’t understand wholly, but now he saw why. But ‘liking’ him? It wasn’t that. It was something else, but Levi still couldn’t comprehend. He should, soon enough.

Levi glanced at [name], waiting for the moment to move.

And, just when he noticed [Name] fell into a deep slumber, the devil returned.

Levi couldn't stop himself. There was just this urge.

Shifting his body slowly to not interrupt his companion's sleep, facing him. He stared at [name]'s body; how his chest moved according to his breathing, how his lips slightly opened as gentle, barely audible snores came out of his mouth—his long eyelashes, his relaxed, cute expression... only for him to see.

Levi's hand slowly moves under [name]'s shirt, gently caressing his warm stomach. He moved his touch on [name]'s waist this time, grabbing and squeezing part of the flesh not too harshly. The ravenette waited for a response, but just as he was met with silence, he continued his secret exploration in quietness. This time, he rested his head on the crock of [name]'s neck, smelling his scent. His hand explored the flesh a bit more daringly, slowly crawling his way to reach [name]'s chest, the tips of his fingers exploring the flesh cautiously.

This time [name] whimpered softly, his body shivering for one second. The ravenette waited for any other reaction or complaint, but [name] remained in his slumber with a troubled expression adorning his face.

Levi smirked.

What a reward.

#reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #attack on titan x male reader #shingeki no kyojin x male reader #dark themes #triggering themes #non consensual themes #levi x male reader #somnophilia warning #reiss mental asylum

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queenimmadolla · 11 months

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TW║ SA (no SA occurred, false allegations were made)

I understand this is such a heavy hitting subject, it is 100% appropriate to hold those who commit these atrocious acts responsible, but please we also need to know the fuller picture before we go on a witch hunt over a PHOTO that was proven to be a simple and explainable mishap.

for those who aren’t aware, a fan took a photo with Joe and moved her hand. the photographer captured it mid-movement and it appeared to be hovering over an inappropriate spot. due to the amount of fans in line, they would not allow her to retake it and so she posted it on Twitter, as it was all she had with just him and her, save for her group photo.

a fan saw the photo on online, did not allow her to explain, and immediately spread it, stating she was a predator and this information—as it unfortunately does amongst this fandom—spread like wildfire and she was harassed so bad online that Joe’s team provided her with a free photo op to re-take it. I can’t imagine it’ll be as enjoyable of an experience with all of this hate attached to it now.

that is absolutely terrible. please, I know our first response is to protect, but we have to make sure an innocent person isn’t being attacked. she stated an experience she has been waiting SIX MONTHS for was ruined all because of the actions of an individual who took it upon themselves to spread this information and the fandom for blindly following.

i do not feel at all proud of this. these allegations are harmful to innocent people. I saw people on here demanding to know who she is, to have her removed and where she works. she could have lost her job. and if her name had been attached (it was but right around the time it got cleared up) her reputation would have been ruined. a background check would have had these false allegations attached to her.

this is not a joke, and we need to be diligent about these things.

#triggering themes #Joseph quinn

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soureggs · 3 months

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lol tehe decided to make a lil face snip of the dating sim

this is the neutral ending of his rout , where you are turned in to (as someone put it ) a relic to worship , where you are sedated and tied to his bed or on his lap forever ! no longer having to sin by envying everyone who once looked at you !

due to the years he would do this to you , eventually he wouldn't have to drug you anymore. not because he trust you ! but because you muscle function loss, or paralysis, becoming your muscles lose function, you won't be able to properly operate the affected parts of your body. but thats okay, gods dont need to move there bodies!

thats what your loyal worshiper is for ! like it or not.

#yandere oc #male yandere #yandere #yancore #fan art #oc #original character #triggering themes #yandere vn #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere doctor #fake vn #fake dating sim

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thecuriousquest · 2 days

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Twisted Fate but Finally Free

Yan!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SFW, implied kidnapping, doctors/hospitals

Synopsis: You get sick…but then Bakugou notices your health is declining. He has no choice but to take you to see a doctor.

@palesweetscherryblossom

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Unfortunately for you, you got the flu. You were sick for two weeks, and Bakugou took care of you by himself.

But then, he noticed a change. You started losing a lot of weight. You were thirsty constantly. You had to pee a lot and always had a stomach ache, but you were always hungry as well. You were always tired, sluggish, moody, but then there were your bursts of high energy only to come crashing back down and fall asleep.

It wasn’t normal. Something was wrong.

As you kept losing more weight, he finally couldn’t handle the stress of not knowing what was going on.

Katsuki had to take you outside.

Outside into the world he fucking needed to protect you from. How else could he get you to a doctor, though?

“You say one thing to them, and it’s all over for you. Got it?”

Bakugou spills threats into your ear the entire way to the doctor.

They run a few tests, prick your finger, and read the monitor: 650.

Your blood sugar is 650.

“She has juvenile diabetes or type one diabetes.”

Katsuki grabs your hand.

“She’ll need to go to a hospital and be emitted in the ICU.”

He can barely stand this.

“You’re her husband? You should be able to stay with her.”

You’re not legally married.

This is your way out. It might be a sick and twisted fate, but you’re finally going to be free. You’ll finally be free of the man who locks you inside all day and night, never lets you do anything without him, forces you do to things you don’t want to, punishes you for whatever “wrongdoing” he can think of…

He won’t be able to stay with you in the ICU. He won’t be able to even see you outside of emitting you if you don’t want him to. You’ll tell the doctors and nurses how you were kidnapped, and justice will prevail.

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, and Bakugou thinks it’s due to the news the doctor just gave you.

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, Teddy Bear. I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together.”

You suppress the urge to smile as you nod at Katsuki.

“Okay.”

This is it. You’re finally free.

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes

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valeries1ventacc · 1 year

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do you ever get to the point where $h isnt fun anymore but its just apart of your routine

#personal vent #self mutalition #self mutilator #tw self destruction #vent #tw s3lf harm #cw vent #self h@rm #selfharn #sewer slide #sewercide #may be triggering #triggering themes #tw #ed but not sheeran #tw ana diary #tw ed diet

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starrclownshazbinblog · 3 months

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I was sitting in a box when I realized something. I've given you guys GENERAL facts about my Hazbin Rewrite, but have I given you STRICTLY angst facts? Sad depressing facts about these characters? I have not. Good thing I have angst to spare.

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Angsty, Sad facts about my rewrite for Character purposes, general information, or because I want your day to be a little worse than it was.

TRIGGERWARNING: DEATH, RACISM, SEXUAL ASSULT, GROSS TOPICS IN GENERAL. PLEASE BE WARNED!!

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Angel's wife died in child birth. She wasn't a main priority condensending she's a POC like Angel. The baby managed to survive but Angel developed depression after that instance.

Nifty's parents were never able to have a proper funeral for their daughter. When Nifty was pushed into the fire, her husband's mistress ran out of the home, leaving Nifty's body burning. She was so unrecognizable and burnt that he parents couldn't have a funeral. (I kinda just spoiled why Nifty's in hell didn't I?)

Arakaniss was the one to mess up Angel's eye. Angel holds some resentment over this but not as much as he rightfully should. Arakaniss still makes himself suffer for it.

Angel almost killed Alastor when they fought. He's the reason Alastor has that scar at the base of his neck.

Valentino gets... handsy with Vox, even more when he's drunk. It's never gotten super far but he's definitely had to be pushed off. Vox refuses to call himself a victim. (He is.)

Angel has alot internalized homophobia. Like alot.

Valerie's crack on her head is from her ex boyfriend smashing her head into the counter, affectively killing her.

Valerie's parents are kinda homophobic. Not viciously homophobic, juts passively homophobic. Valerie ended up in a relationship with a man even though she's a lesbian because she didn't want her family to disown her.

Lucifer kicked Charlie out and claimed to disown her. Lilith was the one to gift Charlie the Hotel so she could achieve her dream.

Cherrie Bomb was absolutely terrified when she showed up in Hell. This terror and confusion lead to her almost being murdered by a exterminator. Good thing Angel was there.

Cherrie was heavily abused and neglected by her parents growing up.

Angel kinda lost himself after his daughter died.

Madame Pentious was harassed and fun of when she was alive for being "ugly." She's never really been treated well.

Husk is someone who is passively suicidal. He isn't going out of his way to off himself in his afterlife but if Alastor snaps or a exterminator happens to catch him then he won't do much to fight back.

Cherrie actually gets really upset she can't hear well.

Valerie will do anything and everything to make sure Charlie is happy. Valerie has been treated so bad that she thinks "I'm nothing without you. I have to do everything right cause what am I without you."

Arakaniss and Molly we're the one to find Angel's body. They died shortly after him. They don't like to talk about it.

Husk will let you treat him like a punching bag.

Nifty has undiagnosed Adhd. She also doesn't know she has Adhd. This leads her to breaking down at times because she doesn't understand what's wrong with her and why she can't just be normal.

Alastor's parents died extremely young. Being a orphaned black child that inspired to be in a white dominated job lead to much harrasment and troubles. Over coming this harasment and being successful is one of Alastor's greatest achievements. This is where his ego stems from.

Angel, Alastor, Nifty, Valerie, Arakaniss, Molly and Velvette have all been harassed for their race.

Angel used to be like Cherrie in the worst way. Arackaniss is really bad at showing his love and appreciation so this lead to unintentional harshness he showed on Angel. Angel strived for YEARS to make Arakaniss proud. Cherrie is like this currently. Angel is trying to change this mindset because he knows how exhausting it is.

Husk was abused by alot of people in his life.

Husk being transgender has caused him problems when it comes to dating. Men see him as a woman, Woman see him as a woman. Sexual relationships are even worse.

Valerie used to self harm alot. She still has these scars on her arms. (Charlie tries to put bandaids on them not understanding that she's not actually in pain.)

Angel isn't someone who relies on drugs. He's more of a passive drug addict. He only resorts to drugs when things get tough or if he's in his own head to long. This developed after the death of his wife but got worse when his daughter died.

Isabella, Angel's daughter, died even younger than Nifty. She was somewhere in her teens. She's not in hell. She's all alone in heaven.

Henroin (Angel's dad), died before Isabella. He doesn't know how Isabella died or when she died.

Henroin, Arackaniss, and Molly don't actually know where Angel is. A Lil bit of a lore dump: After Angel became a overlord, he doesn't go out barely at all. He doesn't go to meetings ND he doesn't show his face. He only goes out for personal meetings or when he needs too. Most people don't know who he is or what he looks like, like the spider family. The spider family also keeps a low profile considering they are a actual mafia. Both sides are actively looking for wach other.

Henroin doesn't know Arackaniss is the one that messed up Angel's eye, Angel never told him.

I have more but I feel like this is enough. Why I decide to write these I don't know, just felt like I needed to take these characters and be them down emotionally.

Asks are always open, art is always here, have a good time :)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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The devil and I

Tw’s: blood, gore, near SA

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of where joes group hold rick at gunpoint but instead of it being michonne and Carl it’s the reader, Carl and rick? And they try to hurt y/n. If you’re comfortable with that? Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took me forever- i binged twd all over again so I’ve got inspiration to write this scene… legit my love for Rick is only growing🥲❤️ note: I am not following the scene so words will not be the same and actions will not be the same. Edit: this has been sat in my drafts for ages I forgot to post it so apologies. (Daryl not included in this version sorry!)

A/N: literally if Rick protected me like this I would legit fold. 😭

Safety was always something no one took for granted yet whenever you took safety for granted even for a split second everything went terribly wrong… exactly like this moment. You were now stood with your hands up in surrender Rick stood beside you and Carl in the car asleep. You listened to the cruel man as he began talking, blaming Rick— going on a tangent about how Rick was going to pay with his life. It made you feel sick to your stomach your fearful eyes locking onto Rick who was clearly watching you out of his peripheral one of his hands inches away from grabbing his pistol his other hand raised. “You think you’re all that?” His voice was sarcastic “well let me tell you somethin’ you killed our friend! That means we’ve gotta kill you! Start with the girl…” his cold eyes moved to look at you, eyes scanning up and down your body tongue lightly licking against his lower lip as he smirked “then we’ll kill you.” His eyes snapped back to Rick who looked infuriated to say the least. “It was my fault okay? Don’t- don’t get my people involved” he spat out. “Don’t? Oh you should’ve thought about that before killing my men!” He yelled making you flinch, immediately making his attention return to you as he suddenly turned his gun on you ricks eyes narrowing as he clenched his jaw,

“Hey! Keep the gun on me. On me.” Rick demanded, Joe looking at him with annoyance “you think you have fuckin’ control in this situation? Well buddy you’re wrong. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” Jesus Christ this guy needed to take a chill pill. Your body trembled as the gun remained pointed at you, Rick too being held at gun point by another man as the other men in the group began searching around— the chubby one finding Carl, beginning to sniff him out in a crude horrible way your eyes wide as you watched the man do the unthinkable… this was sick! “Leave him be!” Rick yelled referring to Carl, Joe only laughing. He could’ve stopped his men from touching Carl.. pinning him down but he didn’t. He seemed to find it amusing. You watched with wide eyes until eventually you couldn’t cope anymore, making a drastic decision as you attempted to sprint over to Carl only for one of the skinner men to kick out his foot making you trip as you landed face first in the mud. “Well that was a dumb decision wasn’t it sweetheart!” You breathed heavily hearing Rick struggle slightly “don’t do anything to them— fuck! Don’t touch them! They didn’t do anything. It was all me! Leave them be!” Rick raised his voice desperately but despite that Joe didn’t listen, only mocking Rick further.

That’s when you felt a hand grab you, swiftly turning you over as you watched the tall man come down to straddle your waist— grubby hand grabbing your jaw as he got a good look at you. “Joe she’s a pretty one. Might keep her!” The man laughed out evilly Rick’s cold pale blue eyes glaring straight into the back of the man’s head his hands clenched by his side as he tried to breathe normally the fury on his face clearer than anything. He was about to snap… about to do something wrong… but these men couldn’t just do this. His eyes slid to the fat man who was now loosening his belt, ricks heart dropping into his stomach. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled averting ricks gaze back to you, watching you fight the man off attempting to push him away only for him to grab your wrists and pin them above your head “don’t touch her! Get your filthy hands off of her” he demanded, Joe taking that as a advantage more than anything knowing Rick seeing his people being hurt would cause him more pain… but unbeknownst to Joe it would also spur him on to doing something else in retaliation. “Hey— turn her around so he can see her face.” Joe laughed out, the man holding you down quickly obeying a sick grin on his lips as he forced you onto the floor— Rick now stood where you could see him but because you were laying on the ground he was upside down. Tears clung to your eyelashes as you stared at him in fear the terror clear. “You can take what you want! Just stop it. Stop this!” Rick demanded but it fell upon deaf ears. The men didn’t care. Rick watched as the man holding you began cutting your T-shirt off until you were exposed- leaving you in your bra and jeans.

“Well would you look at that… ya convinced yet?” He spoke to Joe as if asking whether they could keep you now. Joe only smirked and you watched in horror as the man began cutting your bra off, ricks eyes fleeing to look at Carl again the man pressing a knife to the young boys skin ricks head aching, his vision spinning, before he acted in complete panic and need to save you both as he abruptly head butted Joe making a bullet fly into the air— hitting one of joe’s men straight in the head knocking him unconscious immediately. The smell of gunpowder swirled in the air and you quickly kicked the man in the balls, watching him attempt to ease the pain only for him to pin you down again as you struggled barely registering what Rick had done, the familiar metallic scent of blood making you look over at him momentarily as your body continued to desperately fight…. Rick had bitten a huge chunk of flesh out of joe’s neck… clearly tearing an artery… your breath hitched as Rick stormed towards the two of you his beard coated in blood before he roughly stood the man up, shoving his gun onto his chin “give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger.” Rick growled out, but didn’t even wait as he pulled the trigger— it was violent… vicious… merciless.. you watched with wide eyes as Rick didn’t even tend to you, yet, instead moving toward the fat man who was now up hands raised attempting to desperately save his own life. You weakly scurried towards Carl, grabbing him and holding him close as the boy gripped onto you, a shadow of terror in his eyes… he was traumatised… you knew what Rick was going to do. He was going to end this man’s life in the most horrific way for touching his son and so you quickly but gently helped Carl get into the car, your head turning just in time to watch a sharp hunting knife be shoved into the man’s stomach— the jagged teeth immediately sinking into his flesh as Rick began dragging the knife upwards… literally gutting the man like a fish.

You watched with wide eyes your breath hitching, Rick keeping the man held up as he stared into his eyes watching how the life drained from him little by little and as the man slumped Rick began violently stabbing the man over and over and over again. Your eyes filled with terror. You hadn’t seen Rick like this before… never… he was so composed but obviously and rightfully so he acted like this correctly. You would too if it was your child. But you were also traumatised from also nearly being sexually assaulted. Your brain wasn’t entirely working and so you shakily got into the car and began comforting Carl your face twisted with pain and other emotions that couldn’t quite be deciphered… you were unsure with what you felt… you were confused… desperate for comfort but you knew Carl needed it more than you at the moment. You silently pulled a blanket over him in an attempt to sooth him, your fingers beginning to run through his hair gently.

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You weren’t sure how long had passed but it was now daylight, the sun breaking through the clouds. You were sat near the car a numb expression on your face, your head bowed your body covered in blood and dirt hands trembling slightly. You were still shirtless, bra hanging on by only one strap but that was the least of your worries. You barely noticed as the familiar boots came into view, the man soon sitting beside you your eyes catching onto his hands covered in dried blood his wedding ring coated in the crimson liquid your eyes remaining locked on it momentarily before you looked away again. “Are you okay?” Those words left his lips so compassionately yet you could hear the tiredness in his voice. He didn’t need someone else to worry about.

“Fine.” You murmured back tiredly ricks eyes boring into you as he studied you carefully, he was an ex sheriff for gods sake he wasn’t dumb… he could sniff a lie out immediately. But really was anyone okay nowadays? “Hey” he reached his hand out grabbing onto your hand gently his grip tender and you slowly looked at him feeling gross. You could still feel the man’s hands on your body… groping you. “He touched me rick.” You whimpered feeling pathetic but you trusted him. Deeply. You knew you could talk to him without being judged. “I can feel his hands everywhere.” Tears stung your eyes as finally a few trailed down your cheeks leaving pale marks down your mud covered cheeks, Rick didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He however didn’t think much on it, instead giving your hand a squeeze. “I won’t let that happen ever again. Im sorry y/n.” He spoke tenderly and you glanced at him tired eyes locking with his and you only shook your head. “Not your fault.” You assured calmly yet emotionally, Rick didn’t speak for a moment or two before he eventually stood up. You believed he was going to leave but much to your surprise you watched as he removed his jacket, extending a hand out towards you as you slowly and timidly grabbed his hand. He pulled you up carefully before helping you put the jacket on, and once it was over you he leaned down slightly grabbing the ends of the jacket as he zipped it up for you until the zip dangled just below your neck before he stood back up. “We’ll get moving as soon as Carl is awake. Don’t want to risk running into anymore folk like that…” he spoke and you nodded silently, expecting him to walk off which he did at first before pausing turning to look at you “again I’m sorry.” He paused momentarily before walking back to you and much to your gratefulness and surprise he pulled you in for an abrupt hug, holding you for a solid 50 seconds before he pulled away hands resting on your shoulders “we’ll be alright.” He reassured searching your eyes that held doubt and worry and you gulped heavily before nodding. He then pulled away, “Rick” you murmured shakily making him pause as he looked back at you “pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him watching as he glanced down at your pinky outstretched for his and he smiled slightly before nodding, stepping back towards you his pinky locking with yours “I pinky promise that we’ll be alright y/n.” He spoke whilst looking into your eyes. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you or carl ever again.” The look in his eyes saying that much… he was going to protect you and his family until his last dying breath.

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starryoak · 1 year

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It’s bizarre to hear anyone talk about their experiences with their mortality or whatever, like, when they first conceived of death as a thing that could happen to Them Specifically, or like, when they started thinking about death more, and they mention like, their teen years, or their twenties, or their thirties, and I just… fundamentally cannot relate, because I first started conceiving of my own mortality when I was like 5 and my grandma died of brain cancer. My parents got me a book for children that had entirely developmentally appropriate information on what death was and how to process it, of course it brought up all the important stuff like that everybody dies and death is normal and all that shit, but as we were atheists and the book was also, presumably, for atheists, when it discussed what happens after you die it mentioned that some people believe that nothing happens after you die, IE; you just stop existing. And unfortunately, even at that age, I actually was entirely capable of understanding that “everybody dies eventually” also applied to me, and I put this together with the second bit of information that the book taught me, the concept of cessation of existence, and developed a lifelong crippling trauma.

Admittedly, it didn’t hit me in full force until my OCD got really severe in late elementary early middle school, but the idea of like, not having spent every night for years lying awake in crippling terror so severe it caused me actual physical burning pain over the fact that I have a finite ever decreasing time on Earth that even now is constantly ticking down with no way to stop it and no way to avoid it, and that in full likelihood that there’s nothing after death and there’s no afterlife whatsoever? It’s just hard to imagine for me.

Like, I would literally just sit there counting down seconds thinking about how every second I get closer to death. I still get kind of triggered by counting numbers manually in general, because it so easily ties into a realization I had that I could easily go find a calculator for the average human lifespan in days and just count down the days until I die, and I just can’t imagine how anyone spends their life at least not a little terrified of that fact, the shortness of the human lifespan and how finite and entirely realistically countable that it actually is.

Even now that I’m mostly over it, I’m only mostly over it because I’m able to ignore it and get on with my day, rather than actually have come to terms with it, I just push the thoughts away whenever they come till the next time they come. I guess it’s just entirely baffling to me, to hear people talk about how they never processed their mortality as a kid, or how they just started thinking about it now that they turned 30, or almost anything about how most people talk about it in general, just because the idea of living your life not haunted by the omnipresent spectre of your own mortality is so completely foreign to how I’ve lived my life in complete and utter terror of how finite it is.

#death #thanatophobia #ocd #obsessive compulsive disorder #vent #mortality #potentially triggering #triggering themes #tw thanatophobia #my posts

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Innocent Masterlist

A dark Rafe Cameron series

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mammonsturtle · 2 years

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Chronicles of a Fallen Warrior

-You Get What You Deserve-

A quick Mammon angst while I figure out how I want to outline the next part of All We Do. Maybe this will be a series of angst standalones with Mammon? Please read with caution! CW: Mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, attempted murder/suicidal thoughts, bodily harm

“Lucifer!! Mammon stole my limited edition Ruri-chan figurine! Damn scumbag’s going to sell it on Dbay!”

“Has anyone seen the rare manuscript Solomon lent me? Don’t tell me Mammon stole it to sell it. I’ll wring him by his neck when he gets back!”

“I bet that bastard stole my Hellion No.666 perfume collection! I’ll have him know that it only comes out once every 666 years!”

“Who ate my Haunted Burgers and my RIP Burgers?!?!” The sound of the kitchen about to fall about again was going to go down if he wasn’t appeased.

“I can’t find my memory foam pillow from the human world. Of course he stole it. Geez, what a bother.”

This should have been normal by now, but with the heavy workload given by Diavolo and the deadline soon approaching, an irrate Lucifer finally slammed his pen down. Seeing how Mammon was the only brother not present, it was safe to assume that he was hiding out elsewhere since he committed all the thefts from his brothers.

Finding his upset and agitated brothers at his office doors, Lucifer huffs and rubs his temples. “Mammon’s not here is he?” he asks as it seemed tying him up wasn’t going to suffice, “Very well, we have to punish Mammon together when he gets back. Does that sound fair?” he inquires as his brothers all nod in agreement.

His brothers would have a chance to be Lucifer for a few moments, and it was safe to say it was terrifying at best.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on Mammon!”

“If this doesn’t beat any sense him, I don’t know what will.”

“Does anyone know his tender spots?”

“He deserves it after all.”

The moment the front door opened, the brothers were ready to pounce on Mammon as they made their way to the entrance. They would have, had it not been the wind that carried the smell of blood to the six brothers. It might as well been a curse that they could smell blood, Mammon’s blood was quite strong as the second born made his way in.

Heavy footsteps echoed against the marble floor as Mammon’s dull ocean blue eyes met the shocked looks of his brothers. Who, in turn gazed upon the state of their brother. His snow white hair was caked with blood and dirt, along with his clothes being torn and covered with blood and dirt as well. No one said a thing before Beelzebub meekly broke the silence, “...Mammon?” Mammon gave his little brother a look before his eyes closed and his body gave out.

Everything had gone black, but luckily for Mammon, he wouldn’t feel his body hit the floor.

It was safe to say with all the brothers, any desire to punish Mammon had quickly dissipated as they wanted answers of how the Avatar of Greed ended up in this state. It wasn’t pretty but the brothers all joined in helping Mammon heal, and it had been decided that he’d stay in Lucifer’s room.

As Beel gently placed Mammon on the bed, a grimace was plastered as the smell of his brother’s blood turned his stomach into knots. Asmo and Belphie were to help with making him comfortable, as Belphie leant Mammon one of his best pillows. While Asmo would clean him up and much to their shock, found multiple claw marks, gashes and stab wounds littered across his chest and neck area.

“I....I can’t do this..” Asmo trembled as his hand with the cleaning rag shook, any feeling of wanting to punish Mammon for the theft offense was long gone. He knew he always insulted his older brother and wished harm to him. But when it actually came true, especially like this. He wished he could take it all back.

“It’s fine Asmo, I’ll patch him up.” Satan told him as he took the rag, bodily harm was nothing new to him and he knew how to patch up his brother. Asmo silently nodded as he decided to clean up his brother’s hair, the blood and mud by now had been dried and stiff.

The brothers were mostly quiet as Satan had bandaged up Mammon, and Leviathan had come back with a fresh set of Mammon’s clothes, “....How bad is it?” he questions quietly as the bloodied bandages spoke for themselves.

“I know Mammon’s an idiot and his schemes always land him in trouble, but...I’ve never seen Mammon this badly injured.” Satan seethed quietly as he stood to clean his hands of the blood, it was easy to feel the wrath roll off from his shoulders.

Gazing at his sleeping brother’s form, guilt bubbled in his stomach as he went over and drew the blanket over him. As if the fall was happening again, he closes his eyes and gently stroked his hair. “Let him rest, I will inform Lord Diavolo. Once we get the green light, we will do away with the assailants.”

It seemed no one was interested in dinner as Lucifer walked out of the room for a moment to call Diavolo. The brothers were quiet before Beelzebub was the first to speak up. He cleared his throat as all the brothers gazed upon him as he looked like a dog that had been scolded.

“About my burgers...I got a text from the restaurants that I forgot them there...Mammon didn’t do anything.” The sixth born told them guiltily as he didn’t even look like he wanted to go and get his beloved burgers. If anything, he’d wanted to get them so that he could them to Mammon. It wouldn’t fix anything, but he wanted his big brother to feel better, even just a little.

Belphie slowly nodded as he looked as guilty as his brother, “Erm. I found my pillow, it was in the attic with my other pillows.” he mumbled as he fiddled with the hem of his cow pillow, and looked to the other brothers if their missing things were still with them. That pillow though, Belphie remembers that Mammon gave to him as a gift from the human world, he knew despite all the crap he’s put through, he still thought well of his baby brother.

Satan scanned his brothers on who would speak up next, but sighed in defeat as he spoke next. “I got a call from Solomon, it turns out he has that manuscript. And that I had already gotten all I needed from it, a week ago.” he admitted as he frowned, his heart aching for his brother, the one who first took him in after their fall. Yet the need to go on a rampage on those who had put him in his current state, he couldn’t shake that off.

Seeing Satan speak up, Asmo fiddled with his black scarf and let out a heavy sigh. “I found my perfume...it was muddled with last night’s party favors.” he mumbled as he chewed his lip in thought. Somewhere along the collection of makeup and perfume, he had found several Devilstyle magazines where he and Mammon where on the covers, wishing he could have the confidence to actually be proud that Mammon was his brother.

Looking down, Levi twiddled his thumbs as he spoke next. “My figurine...It was actually in my room, it was just there among the Azukon packages.” he mumbled, feeling shame for what he was going to do. “...I was going to trash Mammon’s room in order to find it...” he admitted as it would have been for nothing, and for Mammon to see his room in his weakened state would have not made him feel better.

With everything off the younger brothers’ chest, Lucifer had come in, “I’ve made a call to Diavolo, he’s willing to let me off my duties for the time being. He will assist in finding those responsible for Mammon’s attempted murder.” he informed his brothers as they all quietly nodded and headed off to get some sleep.

As if any of them could actually find refuge in sleep, not with the underlying thought of their brother suffering by himself.

Expecting the cold slab of the street against his face, Mammon’s eyes shot open in the dark as he realized he was in the warm comfort of Lucifer’s bed. Along with Belphie’s best pillow and Leviathan’s special Ruri-chan blanket. As he could see in the dark, he noticed his instant noodle bowls on the nightstand, some Harrison Porter books, and a makeup kit.

And there in the chair near the bed, was Lucifer asleep by his side. Was he watching over him while he rested?

This should have made him feel better. But it didn’t.

Staring at the ceiling, the gestures by his brothers felt strange to him. They had never shown him any kindness towards him, especially something as gratuitous as the things before his eyes. He winces as the wounds were still fresh as he shimmies himself out of the blanket.

Mammon was conflicted, he wanted to accept their sudden kindness towards him but would they continue to show him kindness? Or would they choose to show it every time he had fucked up so badly to the point where he nearly got himself killed?

They always did say that he always got what he deserved, why would this be any different? It was always how his sin always got him into trouble, yet he never called out his brothers on their’s. It didn’t feel right to him, and he needed to leave the room. They’d never show it to him again unless he’d actually be close to the edge.

However, stumbling out of bed was enough for Lucifer to stir from his slumber and a now awake Lucifer spotted Mammon at the door, and rose from his seat to drag him back, “Mammon! You ought to be resting.” he asserted, and as calmly as he could, grabbed Mammon by his arm.

The response was not what Lucifer was expecting as Mammon recoiled from his touch, and like a cornered animal, lashed back at him. Mammon’s fist colliding across the eldest face as Lucifer stumbled back. Hearing footsteps on the other side, Mammon kept the door locked as he stared down at his brother.

Rubbing his cheek, a bit of pride was hurt. He couldn’t remember Mammon raising a hand against him, not even once as the second born always chose not to fight back. “What’s gotten into you Mammon?” Lucifer calmly questioned as he raised his eyebrow at the second born, to think that he had the gall to strike his brother.

Mammon groaned lowly as he was very much in pain, yet he glared at the brother he so admired the most. “Cut the shit. All of you!” he nearly snarled as he slammed his fist against the door, hearing a yelp or two from his little brothers on the other side.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how much I deserved this?! How it’s always my fault that shit happens to all of us?!” Mammon yelled at the eldest, “How much I’ve disgraced you and your stupid pride? And the rest of ya!” Mammon slammed his fist against the door as a hole formed as the little brothers could now hear him clearly.

Lucifer had tried to a calm and steely gaze upon Mammon despite his heart starting to ache from the apparent mistrust from his favorite brother. Who, decided to elaborate as his face twisted with contempt as his fists balled, his nails digging deep into his palms. “Mammon please stop-”

“Shut up ya pompous peacock! When have you all ever showed me kindness?! Never!” Mammon was sure tears were forming, but he didn’t care as he stared at Lucifer in disbelief and he scowled at the thought of his brothers showing him kindness, it was almost sickening. “You think I’d believe you’d all be a little kinder to me after this? Ya’ll are stupid!!”

“I’ve given so much to you all, and what do I get in return? I get to be everyone’s whipping boy don’t I? My point of existence is just to be entertainment for everyone to enjoy isn’t?” Mammon seethed as his brothers were quiet, a rare sight for Mammon to fight back, clearly he had enough of them.

He scoffed as he let out a defeated chuckle, “If I knew this was the family I’d have after we fell, I would have never followed you Lucifer.” he confessed, staring Lucifer straight into the eyes, and for a moment, the proud elder brother was guilty and horrified. “Maybe if you’d all let me die, I’d be lucky enough to go back to the Celestial Realm. And never see any of you again for as long as I live.”

Mammon didn’t give any of them a chance to speak out as he shifted into his demon form. And even in his weakened state, he was still the fastest demon in the Devildom. He flew out from Lucifer’s room by breaking through the window, but even the glass shattering wasn’t enough to stir the brothers from their thoughts.

Lucifer and his brothers could only stand in shock as a thick silence filled the air once more, after all, they got what they deserved, didn’t they?

A/N : Thank you if you’ve read this far! The next chapter of All We Do will be next and I might do more Mammon angst stories in between my main series. Thank you again for reading!

#my writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me mammon angst #mammon angst #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #triggering themes #pls read with care

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