#tw assualt

[basedandhygienic247]

Horrifying.

#tw male violence #tw choking #tw strangulation #tw assualt #male privilege #radfem safe #radical feminism

[rottmnt-residuum]

part 19 (gore)

getting into donnies head is a very hands on activity :D

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#residuum #rottmnt residuum comic #tw violence #tw blood #tw gore #tw assualt #tw lobotomy #tw implied murder #tw surgical tools #*insert worst joke here im sorry* #*coughs* #so... do you still want trans bishop...? or... #either way im not doing it #edit: whoops panel out of order how dare #g

[wing-ed-thing]

Collaboration (Levi x Reader)

Synopsis: You and Levi, who has always treated you with the utmost disdain, are given a collaborative assignment. When you go over his head, you find that his feelings are a bit more complex than you expected. 

Word Count: 4.7k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Reader is referred to as “pretty” and “beautiful”, Minor Original Characters, Characters with Bad Takes, Canon-Typical Violence, Language, Yelling and Name-Calling, Assault, Workplace Harassment

Notes: Ensure you read the tags and proceed with caution!

You thought naively that all group projects would end when you left school.

Erwin spoke your title and name as he stood at the end of the table, staring punishingly down at the bundle of papers in his hand. He handed the stack to his right to Levi.

“I’m assigning these to you and Captain Levi. I expect to hear a report at the end of next week.”

You made direct eye contact with Levi over the polished wooden table, the both of you having the same thought simultaneously. Your brows raised in mild shock and acute horror. His gaze was piercing as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The corner of his already scowling lips twitched downwards as he separated the stack of papers. He flung your portion across the table flippantly. They landed haphazardly in front of you, parts of the pages sliding out of the paperclip. You sucked at the inside of your cheek as you glared back, leaning forward to take the disorganized pile in your hands. By that point, Erwin had long since moved the meeting on.

You flipped through the pages until the meeting ended. It wasn’t the most extensive project you had ever been assigned, but you didn’t feel ecstatic about collaborating with Levi.

You felt him eyeing you, and as he rounded the table, you held your breath for his presence to pass. It didn’t.

“I want you in my office at noon tomorrow.” Levi crossed his arms, his compilation of files clutched in one hand and pinned to his body by his elbow. You inhaled deeply, lamenting to yourself as to why every interaction with your fellow Section Leader always seemed to be a confrontation.

“You can want a lot of things, Captain, but I have a schedule as well,” you breathed, not quite in the mood for repartee. Given that his office was just down the hall from yours, a quick stop by wouldn’t have been the end of the world. However, you didn’t appreciate the demand of your time.

The other squad leaders and various leadership had begun to trickle out. Erwin stayed behind to put away his assorted folders and visual aids.

“I don’t know how you usually go about things, but I’m not a fan of putting things off.”

You resisted the urge to snort.

“I will swing by Thursday when I have a second to figure out a regular time for us to meet,” you nearly gritted, your tone sickly professional. Levi rolled his eyes.

All he said was, “Whatever,” before he pushed past you out of the room. A scowl overtook your face as soon as he left. Erwin had just finished taking down his various maps from the rolling corkboard.

“What a jerk.” You said aloud, not particularly to anyone. You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff. “You’d think I… I… killed his family by the attitude he cops with me.”

“Captain Levi does have his own unique… charm.” Even Erwin struggled with that one. With a shrug, he gathered up his things in the crook of his elbow. “He actually finds you quite pretty, I assure you.” An acute expression of amusement followed the single raise and lowering of his brows. His assurance didn’t do much for the deep frown on your face.

“What does being pretty have to do with anything?” You mirrored him, snatching your bundle of papers from the desk as you gestured sarcastically. “Has he been pulling my pigtails on the playground? Is that what you would say to me? Bad on you, Erwin.” The two of you slowly made for the door. He snorted at the swat you landed on his bicep.

“I’m sure he would if you asked him to.”

The corners of Erwin’s lips twitched up into an almost boyish smile. You continued to pout.

“You think you’re funny.”

“You know me well. As commander, I like to keep things light.” He adjusted his collar, squaring his shoulders back as he strode briskly down the hall. He plucked at his paperwork. You had to pick up your pace to keep up.

“You’re worse than he is,” you grumbled. “As commander, you should talk with him. His behavior is unprofessional at best.”

“Hm?” He hardly glanced up as he thumbed through his files. Erwin stopped momentarily in the middle of the hall, glancing back from where you just came and back to his papers. He fidgetted with them some more, and with a self-assured nod, he continued. You followed after him.

“Talk to him, Erwin. I’m sick of the non-stop attitude.”

“You’re grown enough to have your own conversations, Section Commander.” He hummed absentmindedly, making a sharp turn down the hallway and into the stairwell. The door almost hit you square in the nose.

“He’s your subordinate,” you petitioned, clutching onto the railing as Erwin rapidly moved up the stairs. Your words echoed as he reached the next landing. You hurried up the steps so as not to lose him. He held the door open for you, to your surprise, as you shuffled up toward him with labored breath.

“And your peer.” He gave you a pointed look before moving on. You continued your chase.

“Really, Erwin?”

—“Commander.”

“When my pigtails are at stake?”

“Ah yes, your metaphorical pigtails.” It took you a moment to realize you had reached his office when he stopped again. You stared at the large wooden doors, slightly taken aback. Erwin made a harsh jab at the folder in your hands. You could almost feel it through the paper. “It’s an assignment. I expect the two of you to get along.”

And before you could get a word in edgewise, he had already closed his office doors in your face.

***

The offices of the Military Police Brigade always had a drastically different feel compared to the Scouts. You walked past a stately courtyard and through stone halls. As you made your way up to the third floor, you couldn’t help but notice how everyone in the capital seemed so much more relaxed— if you dare use such a word. Not to say the Military Police lacked formality, but such decorum differed adjacently.

You rapped at an office door. You wouldn’t go as far as to say that it was decorated ornately, but the four brass curls that curved from the door’s hinges gave it a more elegant look. A muffled invitation came from the other side, and you let yourself in. The knob hardly creaked, unlike the one stationed at the entrance of your office. Captains in the Military Police probably didn’t have to deal with squeaky doors or broken locks, you pondered to yourself bitterly.

Captain Thatch sat behind his desk with a pen in his hand. His bright blue eyes lit up at the sight of you as he stood to welcome you with a wave of his palm. You closed the door behind you as he greeted you by name. The two of you saluted to each other before you held up a handful of documents.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, beautiful? I hope you Scouts haven’t gotten into too much trouble now.” You strode across the room to hand them over, rolling your eyes as you did—typical Thatch. You invited yourself to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Thatch settled into his comfy seat as he flipped through the folder, and his eyes bulged. “Captain Levi is on this, huh.”

“It’s straight from Commander Erwin.” Thatch chuckled to himself. He sat, continuing to flip pages.

“That guy refuses to tell me where he gets his hair gel,” he sighed with a shake. You always thought that Thatch looked like most men that served in the MPs. Lean and neatly uniformed, you considered that he wore his light brown hair in a barely practical style for combat. As an MP, he could get away with that.

“I’ll ensure it’s the first order of business at the next meeting,” you snorted, slinging an ankle over your opposite knee. You glanced around his office, taking note of all his little knickknacks as you typically did when you were here. MP officers certainly loved their useless little decorations.

“See, this is why I like you comin’ here.” Thatch clicked his tongue. The end of his quill brushed against his lip as he studied you. “You know I’m a man who likes to indulge in a bit of flattery.”

The comment escaped you as you launched into jargon and well-rehearsed lines about what support you would need for your and Levi’s project. You sat at the edge of your chair, gripping a pen as you motioned to various items that lay flat on Thatch’s desk. You talked for well over an hour.

“Well,” he leaned back, something about him oozing self-satisfaction. “I’m honored you came to me for support on this.”

“Support from the Military Police would be of the utmost help,” you responded diplomatically, glossing over that this issue was Thatch’s specific jurisdiction and, therefore, the only person you could’ve gone to.

“I’ll pass it along if it means I’ll see you around here more.” Thatch grinned as his cheek settled into the palm of his hand. You sighed. Perhaps lack of professionalism in the workplace extended to more people than just Levi.

“I’ll have someone reach out to you about a meeting to discuss further. Let’s coordinate something soon.” You stood, and with a quick salute, you let yourself out.

***

“I thought you’d never show up. Tsk, think you could send a little notice next time?”

You almost touched your forehead to the door as you entered, his rude words almost making you turn on your heel to leave. The latch clicked shut behind you as you made your way over to Levi’s desk. Another office door that worked better than yours did. You considered putting in a work order.

He lounged on his office chair, a warm cup of tea pinched between the pads of his fingers. He sat up, placing it on his desk as he rested his elbows.

“I’ll have you know I just finished up with Captain Thatch,” you said, trying to mask the bitterness in your tone. You let yourself in, sitting across from another desk for the second time that day. Levi arched a brow, staring deeply into the liquid of his cup. He traced the rim with his index finger.

“From the MPs?” he asked in consideration. His other hand ran through his undercut.

“We’ll need their assistance here.”

You braced yourself for his inevitable criticism, which came swiftly.

“So you went over my head.” You frowned with a huff. You crossed one leg over the other, shifting your collection of important documents as you did.

“I thought you’d be pleased to have the interaction taken off your docket.”

The two of you sat with eyes locked. The room sat still as Levi analyzed you. A vein in his forehead twitched. His glare was as scathing as ever.

“Let me be the judge of that next time.” His harsh words cut through the palpable tension in the air. The tension in his brow softened for the slightest second. You were too busy writing to notice. “I don’t want you meeting with Thatch without me.”

You didn’t even acknowledge him. You penned something down instead, making a minor adjustment to the plan in your lap before you turned it over to Levi. You flung it over his desk, and the page landed upside down in front of him. You leaned back in your seat.

“Does this work for your calendar?” He gave it a quick once over, flicking it back towards you. The neatly inked page fell off the edge of the desk.

“Why are you asking me? You’ve clearly gone through my schedule, you little creep.” You couldn’t help the scowl that contorted your face. Levi’s features were just as severe.

“Do you want me to consult you or not? Make up your goddamn mind.” Your nose wrinkled in displeasure. Levi searched one of the drawers of his desk, pulling out a familiar folder. It looked more worn than when you last saw it. He took it in two hands and let it fall onto the desk with a smack.

“I’ve already gotten my end of things done. I expect us to be able to move forward in a timely manner.” Levi smacked it toward you. The beefy file spun towards the edge of the desk. You barely caught it in time before the filled-out pages began to spill out. You matched his glare as you stood.

“You’re insufferable,” you spat.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

***

You deliberated for the days that followed.

Between your normal duties as Squad Leader, you funneled your efforts toward your project with Levi. Although, you considered that the measure had more to do with your mounting annoyance than your actual work ethic.

The hours you spent working overtime were proportionate to the amount of Levi’s hostile indifference you had to put up with on any given day. Each errand run outside headquarters was an excuse to cool down. Even if sending a new recruit for a signature was easier, you jumped at the opportunity to deliver clerical work personally. Levi didn’t have to know. Thatch was thrilled, to say the least.

For what it was worth, Levi at least got his work to you on time and with little fuss. Although you hoped the process would’ve been more collaborative, you appreciated being able to throw things together independently, no matter the strain.

You hurried down the hallway. The low heels of your boots clicked on the tile, producing a haphazard rhythm as you muttered apologies to startled cadets. You glanced at your watch, almost slamming into another cadet as you did. You exclaimed another rushed apology as you made a beeline for your office. You were already ten minutes late.

You slammed open the door.

“I’m so sorry, Thatch!”

Thatch turned in his chair, surprised by your sudden and violent entrance. You made for your desk, trailing papers as you did.

“Let me help you with that.”

Thatch was quick to stand. He scooped up the papers closest to him as he made his way toward the entrance. Luckily, the trail of important documents only extended to just a foot outside the doorway. You plopped the large crate of files on your desk and pushed it forward with your hip bone. Thatch glanced behind himself as you did, slowly closing the door and locking it.

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to haul this thing all the way from the basement,” you panted. You steadied your hands on your knees—the ache of your efforts seared through the muscles of your legs and buttocks. Thatch approached you, smoothing out the loose papers in his hands. He held them out to you, eyes glued on your backside. You took them from him when you caught your breath and fanned yourself. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he laughed. You hummed as you took another look at your watch. You offered him a contrite look.

“Captain Levi should be here any moment. He had a meeting that overlaps with us, but—”

“Ah, he didn’t tell you? Captain Levi won’t be joining us today.”

You pursed your lips in confusion, tilting your head to the side as you continued to unpack the crate you had just pulled from records. Your eyes flickered to the neatly drawn schedule at your desk's edge.

“Oh…” That was all you said, your brows still furrowed.

You wished Levi would have told you that earlier. The whole point of holding the meeting in your office was so Levi wouldn’t make a fuss about the commute. You sighed. Well, there goes your excuse to get out of headquarters for the day.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head. “I suppose we can just go over things, and I can fill him in later.” You hardly spared any attention toward Thatch, overwhelmed by the mountain of administrative work you had hoped you would’ve had a chance to sort out before Thatch arrived.

A wide, wooden shelf sat on the wall next to your desk. Each landing was filled to the brim with neatly labeled binders. A black binder dated two days back sat on the top shelf. You strained yourself to reach it.

“Here, I got it.”

Before you could even think, Thatch came up directly behind you. He caged you in as he plucked out the binder. One arm clutched the lower shelf by your shoulder, and the other held the bundle of neat papers, casting a shadow over your face. He positioned a foot next to yours as he leaned forward to look at your shocked face. Thatch’s chest made flush contact with your back.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself anymore.” You instinctively moved to pull away, but Thatch pinned one of your wrists to the shelf’s frame. The binder clattered to the floor. You felt a hand slide into the back pocket of your uniform pants. That was enough to set you off. “I told myself the next time you were in my office when we were alone; I would—.”

“Get off me,” you demanded, a shiver coursing through your spine. Thatch’s eyes widened in confusion. Shock filled your system as you processed your situation. His hand felt clammy wrapped around you. You assessed your options. “Thatch.” His name was spoken in warning.

With the slightest bit of hesitation, his grip on you loosened for a second. You took the opportunity to whirl around as you delivered a swift blow straight to his face. His hand flew straight to his nose as Thatch stumbled back to lean against your desk as you quickly composed yourself.

He stared at you with wild eyes. His trembling fingers lowered to reveal a disfigured and bloody nose. Thatch touched the blood pouring down his upper lip, smoothing it between his fingertips to convince himself of what had just happened. He ground his teeth.

“You little bitch… You think leading me on is funny, huh?”

You groped at the wall of books and files behind you, hurling one at Thatch as you made a break for the door. Papers flew around you as you tried to flee, but a large hand seized the back of your jacket. Thatch threw you to the ground, your head hitting the leg of the chair in front of your desk as you went down. You cried out a guttural sound of frustration and pain as Thatch continued to rage over you.  

And in a blur of adrenaline and discombobulation, you heard a creak, muffled footsteps, and a hard smack.

You scrambled away, sitting on your office carpet as you held your arms up defensively. But no harm ever came to you.

Thatch clutched his head, holding onto your desk as he struggled to his feet. A bright, red blood stain smeared the side of your work area from where Levi had forced Thatch’s face. Thatch made a lunge for Levi as soon as he picked himself up. In his rage, you assumed he just wanted to take his anger out on anyone.

Levi made short work of him. Thatch never even landed a hit. By the time you rose off the floor, Levi was standing over Thatch, kicking and elbowing him mercilessly over and over into your desk. Blood splattered across your office. Levi took him by the hair, slamming his face into the side of the wood.

He had left the door open when he barged in. The loose hinges caused it to rasp open. Cadets and other soldiers gathered in the hall outside your door, gawking as Levi brutalized a Military Police captain. They flinched with hands over open mouths as Thatch’s bellows and whimpers filled the hall. You stalked over to the open door, causing a few passing soldiers to recoil physically.

You stood in the doorway as the violence continued behind you, your entire face stark.

“Someone call security!” you barked. A few people scrambled off to do as they were told. The leftover audience averted their eyes, some scrambling off to not get caught spectating.

You closed the door halfway as you turned back to Levi and Thatch.

“Levi,” you said in a quiet voice. You didn’t know if he had heard you.

He held Thatch’s battered face by his hair, bringing his ear close to his lips.

“Don’t fuck with the Scouts.” Levi threw Thatch down again, giving him one last kick. “Learn to keep your dirty mitts off my comrades, you filthy pig.” Levi stormed over to you with a fury in his eyes that you had rarely seen. He collected you, pulling you by the sleeve of your jacket and out the door. “We’re leaving.”

The crowd outside completely dissipated as soon as they saw Levi. They leaped out of his way as they scattered throughout the wing. Just three steps out of your office and the hall had completely emptied.

“Levi—”

“Shut up.”

He dragged you across the polished tile. A mop and bucket sat abandoned in the middle of the wing. You yanked yourself out of his grip, staggering backward. You wouldn’t be manhandled by Thatch, and you sure as hell wouldn’t let Levi do the same. You glanced back toward your office and then to where Levi burned with ire.

“What the hell was—”

—“No.” He cut you off sternly, coming up just a foot from your face. Levi continued to blaze with barely restrained rage. “What the hell did you think you were doing? I told you no meeting with Thatch without me. I thought I made myself clear, or are you just stupid?”

“The hell? You were—!”

“But no, you had to slink around with the massive creep under ten different investigations for being a massive fucking creep.” Your poised lips froze. You didn’t know that. Levi could read as much in your expression, and you could see the vexation in his dark irises. He continued to fume. “Maybe when I say shit to you, you should, I don’t know, listen because maybe you don’t know every fucking thing.” Levi jabbed you on the shoulder, and you smacked his hand away in disgust.

“How was I supposed to know you would back out last minute? You agreed to come to the meeting!” you shouted, and the hall went completely silent. Levi’s expression remained unreadable. He drew back.

“What?”

“That’s what—” The words you were about to say died on your lips. You stared deep into Levi’s expression. A horrific realization dawned on you, a realization that he figured out just before you. “That’s what… Thatch told me.” Levi rolled his eyes. You didn’t notice their appearance soften.

“C’mon, let’s go.” The clutch on your elbow was more gentle than you expected.

“Where are we going?”

“The infirmary, dumbass,” Levi scoffed. “You hit your head hard as hell.” He didn’t even look at you as he led the way down the hall.

You didn’t put up a fight this time. He escorted you to the infirmary, gave the nurse a brief explanation of what happened (leaving out the details), and left soon after that. As you sat through your testing, you replayed the imagery of Levi’s rage, which seared into your mind.

***

Thatch was suspended indefinitely and was later stripped of his rank.

Levi fell under investigation.

You were called in to answer questions in front of Commander Erwin and Premier Darius Zachary, among others. Apparently, the audience you had the day Thatch decided to act up in your office was enough to whip the military into a tizzy. Because of their mutual ranks and the publicity of the stunt, Levi also faced suspension, no matter how unfair you found it.

You waited outside of the hearing room with anxiety pounding in your chest. If anything lucky came out of the situation, it was that Levi hadn’t been put on a formal trial. After collecting testimony from you and several other witnesses, it was up to the military leadership to decide Levi’s fate. It gave you hope to think you had a little power over how they perceived Levi’s actions through your retelling. Not to mention, you were sure that Erwin had a plan to back up his right hand.

He had told you not to worry earlier. It didn’t do much for your nerves.

You shot up the moment the doors opened. Several of your uniformed superiors trickled out of the room. It only took you a few seconds to spot Levi. He stood by Erwin’s side as the commander exchanged a few last words with Premier Zachary. You stood off to the side a ways away, just outside a tucked-off part of the corridor, not wanting to make a spectacle. They spotted you at the same time. Levi tore off from the Scout’s commander, approaching you. His expression was as indifferent as ever.

“So?” you asked, pulling him around the corner. You pressed your index finger across the length of your lip in anticipation. “What did they say?” Levi sighed and shrugged.

“A slap on the wrist. Luckily nothing more, thanks to Erwin.” He glanced towards the slowly dispersing group of military leaders. Levi stood with his arms crossed with an almost pensive look to him. He quirked a brow at you. You must’ve been staring. “Is that all?”

You paused, thrown off by the question.

“I’m just sorry you had to go through all of this,” you admitted. “And I never thanked you for rescuing me.” You had more to say. You had questions, but for now, especially with Levi fresh from his hearing, you thought it best to keep your comments brief.

“I would have done it for anyone,” he scoffed with a notable shift in his demeanor. His words were true, but something about how he said them wasn’t quite believable. It made you think back to what Erwin had told you.

“I know… I, just, uh…” Levi studied you with dark, stoic eyes as you pondered to yourself. He noticed you pause, wondering what thoughts ran through your mind.

You decided to take a chance, casting your gaze downward as you closed the space between you. You raised a hand gingerly as your attention darted across Levi’s face. He didn’t recoil and continued to observe you carefully instead, letting you caress his firm jaw. His skin's natural texture felt warm under your fingers' pads. In a moment absent of thoughts, you pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. You pulled away.

“The hell was that?” he asked, but his voice was devoid of bite in contrast to the nature of his words. You could’ve sworn you saw the undertone of Levi’s face grow increasingly pinker. You laughed, much to his disdain, something sentimental overtaking you.

“Maybe I should listen to Erwin more often.”

“You should already be listening to me, Squad Leader.” Erwin rounded the corner. He huffed, shaking his head as he reeled from the hearing. Despite meandering discourse being a significant part of his job as commander, even Erwin wasn’t immune to the occasional burnout. “I’m confident that the two of you have taken the time to talk about how you’ll be moving forward without Captain Thatch.”

“Yes, sir,” you responded, much to Levi’s surprise.

“Wonderful.” Erwin nodded between the two of you. “It’s good to see the two of you getting along.” You hummed in agreement, and with a last once-over, Erwin made for the stairwell directly behind him. “Come now, Levi. Plenty of other things to attend to, given that your rank has remained intact.”

Levi glanced at you. You met his concerned expression with a shrug.

“We’ll talk about it later. Your office.”

You turned on your heel to leave, and Levi followed after Erwin.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Poor Reader, turns out having the only broken doorknob in the whole military really paid off this time. I read this to my boyfriend and I was like DID YOU GET IT??? DID YOU GET THE DOORKNOB THING????

The way this TOOK FOREVER, but I really enjoyed the new writing style. DON’T FUCK WITH THE SCOUTS 😤

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfic #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman #levi #attack on titan fanfic #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #x you #x reader #reader insert #tw assualt #tw harassment

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Klaus: *Comes home face bruised and bloody*

Five: Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy?’

Klaus: Wouldn’t recommend it

Five:

Five: Who am I killing?

#a non-jokey answer from klaus? not good #five may be in a teenagers body but hes still the best the comission had AND he paid attention during academy training #klaus did no such thing but he did survive 10 months at war (well we assume he could have just undead himself) #but he did do that duck and headbutt on the vet guy in the bar #so hes not entirely incapable #also this is the perfect gif for this situ if i do say so myself #tw bruises #tw violence #tw assualt #tua #the umbrella academy #tua shitpost #tua incorrect quotes #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #protective number five

[ms-musers]

I don’t see many posts talking about this moment in Red Robin (though I also don’t actively search them out). But, it’s such an important moment and extremely heartbreaking.

Yes, I know Tim was prepared (he had Cass to help him—he planned for this moment), but what if he wasn’t?

He’s 17 years old.

He could have made a mistake.

Yes, Ra’s constantly underestimated him in the series—but what if this one time, he estimated Tim correctly? What if Tim hadn’t reached out to Cass? What if Tim made a miscalculation, an error in what he was doing?

He’s only 17 years old.

He didn’t make a mistake—this time.

But what about the next time? Or the time after that?

Ra’s is a man who does obsession well. He’s got his eyes set on Tim just as they were on Bruce. He’s a man obsessed with having a perfect heir—he doesn’t care about consent, he doesn’t care that Tim is only 17—he only cares about his legacy.

It’s truly tragic.

(Big Sister Cass saving the day)

#dc comics #batman #dc universe #tim drake #red robin #Red Robin comics #comics #ra’s al ghul #Ra’s Al ghul is creepy #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #big sister cass #cass cain #cassandra cain #lazarus pit #sa tw #assault tw #tw assualt #batfamily #the batfamily #batfam

[nohoney]

been feeling dreamy over the song you that i want by divine lately…. anyway here’s us series smut. takes place between part 3 and part 4.

warnings: drugs (selling but no taking), brief mentions of past assault (not in explicit detail), voyeurism, just a teeny bit of humiliation

It takes a lot for Touya to decide that he won’t sell to someone anymore. He’s still sold to guys he hates and in turn hate him, but cordial enough to complete a transaction. There’s few that he’s willing to have a conversation with and others that he’d rather not stick around for. So Touya’s disgruntled to meet with a group that involve your ex-boyfriend with them. Motherfucking Jun, the one who put his hands on you and the one before he came along.

There’s an obvious tension when he pulls up but he keeps his composure even as Jun stares back at him.

Four adderall, a gram of ketamine, and fourteen grams of shrooms was the request and he’s just about to hand it off before he pulls back. He was already given cash and one venmo transaction with a fee tacked on so payment was made. He doesn’t care about anyone else from the group who are all waiting for their goods; he just fucking hates that Jun is apart of them.

“You, what the fuck do you plan on having?” Touya points his finger towards your ex-boyfriend. His mind flashes to the memory of when you had bruising on your neck, a frown set on his face that he swears is getting angrier the longer he looks at him.

Jun exhales through his nose, his nostrils flaring at first before he answers, “Shrooms.”

“I’m not selling to you if he’s going to take anything from me. He gets nothing.”

There’s a collective groan from the group, “C’mon Dabi, let’s not make it personal okay?”

But it is personal and Touya can’t forget the disrespectful and snide attitude from your ex from when they first met. He hates him, hates that Jun had ever fucked you first even if it was destiny that was supposed to pave the path for you and him to meet. The asshole mistreated you and didn’t give one shit about your feelings in the way he was supposed to. And the motherfucker who actually hurt you even if he ‘didn’t mean to’ as he claimed from that time just because he was drunk.

He wants to walk out but a better idea comes to mind. “You want all this shit for half off? I’ll cut you a real nice deal.” Touya offers, pulling the cash out from his pocket to count and returning half of the payment. “I’m just going to borrow you. You cooperate with me and you get to have fun at your little party.”

All eyes look to Jun and he himself is surprised along with everyone else. “We’re kinda looking to get fucked up now…” he says carefully, “What exactly do you want?”

Touya holds up one finger as a way to tell him to wait as he starts to fish out his phone, walking back towards the other room to get some distance and keeping his back turned away from the group. The phone rings a couple of times before it’s picked up, “Touya?”

He expected to hear Keigo’s voice but you picked up the phone instead, “Hey princess, give the phone to Keigo for me.”

“What, you can’t tell me?” You feign hurt before laughing and telling him to wait a second, “Kei, it’s Touya. He wants to have a secret, man-to-man conversation with you.”

Touya speaks a little lowly into the phone, his voice a little urgent but he knows that he’ll get the cooperation he’s seeking. As he glances back at the group, he can see everyone conversing with Jun as his eyes nervously look back to him. He’s getting the pressure from the group because no guy wants to be the asshole that made the plug mad and fucked up a sale. So he knows that it’s going to work exactly to his favor what he’s about to do. “Yeah, yeah you got it. How fast would you say that you’re going to be here?”

“Fifteen minutes.” Touya answers, “just make a show of it when I walk through the door but don’t drag it on either. No softy shit like I heard a few days ago. And keep the lighting good when I make the call.”

Keigo just agrees before hanging up the phone and Touya walks back to the group to stand in the spot he was in before. “Either half off or none at all, that’s the only choices you get. I’ll give it to you once I get what I want from you.” he poses it like a choice but everyone in the room knows that it’s not. Someone complains what they’re supposed to do in the mean time and they’re told to shut up. “Just get drunk, Jun here will pull through because he’s a good friend to all of you. Get in your car and follow behind me.”

Jun is apprehensive but he knows that he needs to cooperate.

Touya is polite enough to wait for Jun to find a parking spot near Keigo’s complex and leads him up the staircase after letting him in through the lobby. He’s pulling out his phone and making the video call but is sure to keep the speaker volume low so that the prick behind him isn’t privy to what he’s about to sit through. Keigo answers the video call and props his phone up quickly only to walk back in the view of the camera where you lay in the bed naked and with a hand waving the blond back over to you.

Good, just as Touya instructed him to.

Just right at the front door, he can hear your muffled moans from the inside and he doesn’t bother to look back to see Jun’s expression. He only wordlessly unlocks the door and allows your asshole ex-boyfriend in first before following in after and shutting the door. The symphony of your moans resounds through the apartment as both of them take their shoes off first. Touya directs to Jun to sit in the living room, passing by Keigo’s bedroom where you’re getting fucked by him roughly.

“You fucking sick or something? You want me to listen to your girlfriend getting fucked by your friend?” Jun is completely disgusted as he sits in the armchair but there’s no mistaking the flush in his face as he listens to your cute, choked up voice.

“Feeling good songbird? Yeah? You love this, right?” Keigo is heard grunting along with the creak of the bed frame.

God you’re as pretty as you sound. “Nngh! S’amazing… Kei’s cock s’good!”

Touya loves to hear this, whether he’s just listening or he’s joining in. 

“You can watch too. Here, set up just for you.” Touya props his phone up against a decorative vase you purchased for Keigo’s apartment, “Since you were such a pervert listening to us fuck that one time. She told me that you were into listening and watching other people so thank me for being so kind. Thank me for letting you get another look at your ex-girlfriend get fucked pretty.”

Jun frowns at the distaste of the situation, his hand clenching into a fist as he hears you just in the other room and his eyes watch through the video call on Touya’s phone. “You’re a sick asshole, you know that?

Touya gestures to the phone and puts on an insincere smile, “I’ll have you know that I’m rather kind and generous.” Your voice parallels everything happening in the video call. Jun is forced to watch you on screen just in the room over, Keigo making himself comfortable on the bed as you’re set on his lap and move your hips to ride him. Touya watches rather fondly as he sees Keigo’s hands smooth to your cute ass, spanking you hard first that elicits a yelp from you before he spreads your cheeks. “Fucking look, you miss that right?”

“Dabi, this is some petty shit from you.”

He doesn’t fucking care; he just wants to humiliate Jun. if Jun walks away then that means he and his friends don’t get the shit they wanted.

“Fuuuck, Kei! I’m cumming—fucking cumming!” you’re heard from the bedroom and you’re seen through the phone getting on the flats of your feet onto the bed to bounce up and down on Keigo’s dick. The smacking of skin can be heard clearly and Touya just looks so giddy as he watches his two favorite people get lost in one another. He knows that Keigo is making a show of it like he told him to, he knows it in the way you’re getting choked and how harsh you’re getting spanked with a loud smack. “Keigo!”

It’d be nice to join but Touya places a priority of humiliating Jun first.

“I can sweeten the pot. You stay until he cums in her, I’ll throw in a gram of snow.” Touya offers as he pulls a measured baggy from his wallet. Truthfully it’s the gram he’s supposed to give to you later on but he’s just having too much fun with this. “Don’t let your friends down now, right? I saw the way they were all bugging down on you. Sucks to be friends with people who choose drugs over your well-being, huh? S’okay, you can admit if this isn’t worth it. You can keep your dignity and walk away. I’ve done worse to you.”

But he knows that Jun won’t walk away because that fucker wants his shit and he can’t be the reason why his friends lost out on a good plug. And even if he went around looking for another, he could just tell Shigaraki to be on the lookout and inform anyone else that deals within this area and nearby. He could spin a story and get him killed by his own young boss if he wanted.

Touya won’t go that far though.

It pisses him off but you’d probably be sad if Jun were to die; you were still soft like that even though you should hate your ex-boyfriend for hurting you.

“… How much longer would that be?” Jun asks quietly, his foot tapping impatiently and a shameful erection being hidden beneath his folded hands in his lap.

Glancing down to his phone, Keigo has put you on all fours and presses your head to the mattress. He recognizes the excited laugh you let out but it’s cut short when Keigo fucks hard and fast behind you. Touya just knows you’re creaming on his dick and he can’t wait to get in afterwards. There’s just something about sliding into you and have you still dripping wet with Keigo’s cum in you that turns him on so damn much. The first time it ever happened, he had almost cum embarrassingly fast when he discovered how much he liked it.

He watches Keigo put in the work, shaking his bangs out of his face as the hairs stick to his forehead from sweat before throwing his head back. Touya hears how desperate you and Keigo are becoming. Your sweet pleas and the nasty curses of fucking slut and stupid bitch coming from Keigo gets him just a little too excited.

Touya just wants to go in there and help press your head deeper into the mattress to hear you whine more and make Keigo loll his tongue out so that he can spit in his mouth.

He wants a nasty fuck now.

Keigo’s vocal as he snaps his hips hard into you, almost whining alongside you too as he shoots his load into your cunt and oh—Touya is for sure going to get filthy in there. Just right after he sends Jun out. He ends the video call on his phone before Jun sees anything too intimate and vulnerable. But just as promised he tosses the all the party favors into his lap and tells him to get the fuck out, “Take your shoes and put them on outside. And remember how kind I was to you after everything that’s gone down between us.”

Jun leaves quietly and with his tail tucked between his legs and Touya’s sure to audibly close the front door that’s heard by you. “Touya? Are you back?” you call out, slightly breathless and whining as Keigo shallowly thrusts into your pussy before pulling out completely. You roll to your back and crook a finger to Touya when opens the bedroom door to make his appearance. “C’mere…”

“I’m here doll, I’m here.” he croons as he starts to undress. Everything drops to the floor with an audible thump and he hears your happy little sigh as he approaches. He caresses his hand against your cheek but leans in to kiss Keigo hard on the mouth, groaning lowly before pulling back and hissing out a satisfied cursed. “Did Kei treat you good?” he asks he starts to get in position between your legs.

“Always.” you answer with a happy smile before letting out a small gasp when the back of Touya’s hands roughly grasp the back of your knees and push them towards you.

Keigo leans back against his pillow to catch his breath. He flashes a little smile and sends him a wink, keeping another secret between the two of them and your pretty little self is blissed out of your mind and unknowing of the presence of your ex-boyfriend in a personal space not too long ago.

#they’re such scumbags and i love them #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #us series #tw drugs #tw assualt #tw voyeurism

[lu-morningstar]

Safe with him - Chris Evans [Blurb]

pairing: Chris Evans x neutral!reader

summary: Chris discovers you got assaulted coming back from your job. After that Chris takes you and picks you up from your job.

a/n: it's almost 2am, so bear with me. btw, this was requested by (x) and (x).

TW: mentions assault (not explicit), bruises, and unsafe feelings. Do not read if you feel triggered, thanks.

Feedback, comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated <3

It was around 9 am when you woke up, still shaken from the night before. You did your morning routine, pretending it was a typical day, but it wasn't. You were feeling sick and nervous, it was like they stole from your house and not your purse, and they left an evident mark on your face and neck that saluted you when you finally dared to stare at yourself in the mirror. You washed your face carefully, avoiding touching your cheeks. Even though it hurt, you applied makeup to cover the bruises and then took a pill for the pain with your breakfast. 

You did your day as normal as you could, running errands and filling out paperwork, forgetting about yesterday until you got an email from your bank letting you know your account will be frozen for the next three weeks. 

You arrived home (feeling bad the whole ride) and went to wash your face, removing the extra layers of concealer and foundation you applied earlier. You were making a simple dinner since it was just you for the next few days until Chris came back from filming, and you were praying the bruise wasn't noticeable by then. You didn't want to tell him you got mugged. He already felt bad, leaving you for weeks -sometimes months- by yourself; you didn't want to add up to his load. 

You were enjoying the show Netflix recommended when you heard a noise. It was the door opening. It made your body flinch and your heart race as you slide down the sofa. 

"Honey, I'm home!" you heard his voice. It was your boyfriend. He is a safe person. You are safe with him. 

"Oh my god, it's you," you murmured as you recomposed yourself. He placed his suitcases in the foyer. "Thought it was a robber."

"I don't think a burglar would announce themselves," he said making his way to you with a smile on his face that dropped when he got close to you. "Who did this to you?" he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder and neck to inspect your profile. You were going to tell them the truth, but the only thing that came out was muffled cries as you leaned towards him and he welcomed you with his arms. You instantly felt safe and secure with him as he rubbed your back to help you let it out. 

"I got... assaulted last night... coming back from my job... wasn't even late and..." you were saying, hoping he understood you through your crying.

"It's okay, babe. I'm here." he hugged you a bit harder, not caring about his light sweater getting damp by your tears. 

"...and they got my bag... lost everything."

"It's okay, that doesn't matter y/n." he comforted you as you cried. "Did you call the police or-" you nodded, interrupting him as you calm yourself.

"Someone found me sitting in the street and call them, so I had to fill in forms and everything. Was pretty bad."

"Did you call someone?" you kept silent and he took it as a no. "Why not?"

"Didn't want to. You were busy and-"

"And I would have gone there and held your hand and helped you, y/n. And if I couldn't I would have called Scott or mom." you heard the worry in his voice as he played with your hair, the action was soothing. "I'm glad you are okay," he said before kissing your temple. 

—

Chris picked you up that night just like yesterday. It passed almost two weeks. The bruises were long gone but you still felt unsafe after taking a few days off, so he decided to become your chauffeur. 

The ride with him is fun and light, you sing along to the music, you update him about the clients that come and go every day and he tells you about a possible project he was to join. 

Life is better with him by your side. 

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[brokenlegsandbrokenhearts]

im so sick

im not worthy of being saved

god abandoned me a long time ago

#trauma #emotional abuse #emotional abandonment #assault tw #tw assualt #truama #derealization #dissociation #traumacore

[preciousbarnes]

You Were My Versailles At Night (Peter Parker/Reader)

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker/Reader

Prompt: After a rough evening, feelings are discussed. Inspired by lyrics in the song Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy.

warnings: depictions of assault (its a mugging), then fluffy fluff fluff, hurt/comfort.

word count: 1.08k

Your best friend and part-time neighborhood vigilante had been out on patrol as you were walking back to your shared apartment from the night class you were enrolled in. Walking back home, you had your headphones in listening to your favorite podcast. It was about ten p.m. at this point, but you didn’t mind. You had always been more of an evening and night person, hence why you elected to take evening courses. You also found them less crowded than other classes, which was a bonus. Walking down the street, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm grabbing your waist and pulling you down a dark alley, before being thrown to the ground.

Across town, Peter was dressed in his Spiderman suit, lowering a sewer grate back into place after saving a mother cat and her two babies who had been washed down by a recent storm. Suddenly, Karen speaks.

“Sir, I have eyes on a mugging taking place in an alley off of 7th street,” the AI informs Peter as she shows him the grainy and dark video showing two shadowy figures in the alley. All Peter could make out was someone lying on the ground, as a much taller and sturdier person beating them.

Peter quickly made his way to the alley, swinging and jumping from building to building before creeping to the alley and taking stance behind the attacker. He deployed his webbing, wrapping the attacker from head-to-toe in the strong substance, subduing and eliminating the threat quickly, and then turning to the victim. Who he saw made his heart stop.

“No, no, no, no, no,” He muttered to himself in quick succession as he kneeled next to the victim. It was you, laying there unconscious in a pool of blood, a bruise already forming under your left eye.

“K-Karen, run a diagnostic scan on them, please, and tell me how to get to the nearest hospital” He asks, this voice full of emotion, scooping you up gently, ready to get you to the nearest hospital. A map with a route to the fastest trauma center appeared in his mask, giving him an optimum way to get you there within just a few minutes.

“It appears that they have multiple contusions and cuts, two cracked ribs, and a concussion, sir” Karen informs Peter, as she continually updates him on the route to the hospital.

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It was now past midnight, and Peter found himself sitting in a small hospital chair next to your bed where your unconscious form laid. Luckily, he had been able to call Ned to bring him some normal clothes to him to he could come in to see you. Listed as your emergency contact, which surprised him, the doctors had been able to tell him your condition, which was exactly what Karen had reported to him. Peter looked over to you, taking in your appearance. He hated himself for not getting there sooner.

“You are my favorite ‘what if’, and my best ‘I’ll never know’” He whispers to himself as he holds one of your hands in both of his, bringing it to his lips to kiss gently.

At the noise you stirred, turning your head to face him and squinting at the stale white light in the hospital room.

“Wha?” you ask softly.

“Honey, are you up? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? I’m so sorry,” Peter quickly rambles, his hold on your hand tightening.

“What did you say?” you ask again.

Peter swallows. He had come close to losing you tonight, and he refused to go another day without you knowing how he felt, even though he was sure you wouldn’t feel the same.

“I said, ‘you are my favorite what if, and my best I’ll never know’, I love you. I know you don’t feel the same, but I need you to know that,” He says, tears in his eyes.

You smile softly and remove your hand from his hold, resulting in a hurt expression on his face briefly before your hand reaches up to caress his cheek and wiping a tear away that falls.

“I love you too, so I’m not a something you’ll ‘never know’” you tell him softly, smiling as he moves his head to kiss your palm before leaning his face back into your hand.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get there sooner, sweetheart,” He tells you, sounding absolutely heartbroken as more tears fall.

“No, Peter, please. Don’t you dare be sorry. You most likely saved my life. I remember that guy had a knife, he could have killed me. You got there, you got me here, and I’m going to survive. I don’t think I’ll be taking night classes again for a while, but I’ll be alright.” You tell him sternly. You don’t want this precious human and your personal hero now ever doubting himself. While it is true you feel anxious even imagining being out at night now, you know that’s the new trauma talking, which you will work to address with your therapist to continue to heal emotionally and mentally as well as physically from the attack.

“I’m making you something, a ring,” He tells you with conviction.

“Well, I know we proclaimed our love for one another just now, but it might be a little soon for a ring, honeybun,” you joke, making him smile and shake his head as he laughs with you.

“Then a bracelet or something. I’m making you a personal panic button. I never want this to happen again. I’m going to make it so it looks completely normal but if you press it I’ll know where you are immediately and that you need me,” He tells you, softly brushing a hair out of your face.

Normally you’d object to gifts, but this one sounded perfect. You would know he’s always going to be there for you if you’d need him. You nod in agreement.

“Okay, sounds good to me, I’d like that a lot actually,” you tell him before yawning, the pain medication starting to kick in more, making you feel drowsy again.

Peter leans in and kissed you on the cheek before caressing your face with the hand not holding yours at the moment.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart; I’ll be here,” He whispers to you. His soft smiling face is the last thing you see as you slowly drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing your hero was there to keep you safe.

#peter parker #mcu!peter parker #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!spiderman x reader #mcu #marvel #spiderman #tom holland #songfic #oneshot #tw assualt #tw mugging #pete parker fluff #peter parker hurt/comfort #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #preciousbarnes fics

[rottmnt-residuum]

part 19 (censored)

getting into donnies head is a very hands on activity :D

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[mondieuwordnerd]

I am so exhausted with TV shows that compound women's suffering and misery.

I LOVED the English but I can't help but have a little rant about the trajectory of Emily Blunts character [spoilers, content warning]

When we meet Cornelia she has already been extorted, lost a future with a fiance, and has been assualted.

She has been pregnant, ostracized from her family and society because of the nature of the conception and then she loses her son at 14. She loves that little boy and watches him suffer and die unfairly.

And then she reaches America. She finds herself, faces revenge, shows kindness. She meets Eli - a man who treats her with respect and loves her. "I cherish you"

Then its revealed she's dying from syphilis. In the last scene of the entire show it's revealed she is dying of shame too. She's alone and isolated all over again.

Could the show have just... not done that? I'm not naive, I know a perfect happy ending would of been near impossible with her being an English lady and Eli being a Pawnee man in the 1890s. But could they not have given her some hope? A future, full stop? She'd already endured tragedy, we as an audience didn't need the double down to feel for her character.

#the english #spoilers #emily blunt #cornelia locke #eli whipp #chaske spencer #feminism #fucking exhausting #why does tv think we want to watch women suffer #i loved it #but it broke my heart #tw assualt #cw assualt

[astralisbelle]

Silk For Armor 2 - An Offer He Cannot Refuse

Silk For Armor Masterlist tags: dancer!reader, singer!reader, reader has backstory, s3 not canon, diverges around TBOBF, half fix-it fic, half super self-indulgence, original locations and lore, eventual reveal of reader backstory, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

chapter summary: The Mandalorian receives a strange request. He begins to suspect that there is more to this job and dancer than meets the eye. WARNINGS: attempted assault, attempted SA, coercion, major violence

note: WHEW It's been a while since I uploaded. I'm so excited to share this very long chapter with you all but PLEASE PLEASE mind the warnings. Thanks!!

“Kidnap me.”

The Mandalorian jerks himself back, startled by the bold request. The wording also throws him off, but that’s the least of his worries right now. “E...Excuse me?”

“Kidnap me!” she echoes. “Please. You have to take me away and take me away soon.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest, a burning desperation in her eyes.

“Why?”

“Kaslur. He’s… getting impatient.”

“Impatient for what?” She drags her gaze away, looking at the floor. Din’s eyes widen behind his visor. “What… is going to happen to you?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not entirely sure, but Kaslur has been begging me to quit dancing to go live with him. We’ve been playing this game for years, but the fuse is wearing thin.” As the realization sinks in for him, he thinks about how a girl like her has little options in a place like this. No one can help her. No one would, lest they wanted to incur the wrath of a crime lord, himself included.

“And if I do? He’d come after me. Might even chase you to the ends of the galaxy.”

The dancer pouts. “I… I-I’ll help you. Or, when you take me back home, I’ll make sure you’re properly compensated.”

“Home?” He thought someone like her was out of place here. “And where is home?”

She straightens her posture. “...I will tell you if you agree to this.”

“Now’s not the time to be keeping secrets.”

“If you knew my secrets, then you’d know why I keep them.”

He stares at her, scrutinizes every bit of her. How confusing this dancer is… She carries herself with a certain grace that only performers of her caliber are capable of. Her manner of speaking is eloquent. Yet, there is a certain spark in her eyes that wouldn’t be found on anyone else on this planet, not after its corruption takes hold. Beneath the humble clothes, behind the extensive makeup and costumes, there is someone who clearly needs his help.

“...I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I can’t make any guarantees.”

“In that case, I’ll sweeten the deal.” She smiles with confidence. “Let me help you on this job that Kaslur has for you.”

“And how would you help?” She doesn’t look like a fighter, but this girl is full of surprises.

“First of all, you’re new to this planet, aren’t you? Tebin Ramm operates a certain way and I can help you navigate through the channels. Second of all.” She glances around. “You need a place to stay the night where you can actually get some sleep, right? Unfortunately, most of these hotels charge by the hour if you understand my meaning.” He nods. “I have a flat above the theater. It’s… cozy. And since it’s my place, it’s technically protected.”

Din holds up his hand. “Won’t Kaslur object?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She reaches into a pocket and pulls out something small, popping off the cap and twisting the bottom. Before he asks what it is, she presses the red wax to her lips and applies it, bringing out the color of her skin. Then, she rubs some of it on her fingers. “Give me your arm.”

“W-Why?”

“You just walked into a working hotel. It’d be strange if you didn’t come out with marks.” She holds out her hand. “C’mon, it washes off easy with just some water and it’ll cover our tracks.” Mostly hers, he’s guessing. With a sigh, he gives her his arm. The dancer smudges the cosmetic onto his beskar then makes another smear on his chest. “And now…” She steps forward. “For the final touches.” She closes her eyes and plants a quick kiss on his chest armor, leaving a red mark. Din is about to stumble back, but she leans up on the tips of her toes and catches him, kissing the bottom of his visor.

“H-Hey!” He lifts a hand to wipe it off, but she shouts.

“Don’t! Not until you get to my place.”

Din groans, his hand finding it hard to leave all those marks in place. “I look ridiculous.”

“So does everyone else on this forsaken planet.” She glances back at a clock on the stand. “We’re almost out of time. You leave first. Tell no one I was here. When Kaslur’s men have ditched the front door, just enter the theater and I’ll take you to my place.” With that, she pulls the hood of her cloak over her head. “I’ll go now. You wait ten minutes, then go back to the theater.”

“...Fine.”

Din can’t remember the last time someone got that close to him and lived. The last — and only — person to touch his face was Grogu. Each time he thinks of his companion, his heart yearns. Though, he is thankful that Grogu does not have to see any of this planet. As he walks back to the theater, escorts and bystanders call out the marks, flushing red to his cheeks. This better work as an alibi.

He returns to the theater, finding that it has emptied itself of gangsters for the time being. Workers wipe down the tables and stage and when the last of them has gone, the dancer reappears. She takes him around the back and up the stairs into a loft that overlooks the entire red-light district. It’s a humble apartment, but it is kept tidy and clean. “Are you hungry?” she asks, putting her cloak on a coat rack.

“I am. But I cannot eat with you.”

“I know.” She points to a covered plate on the counter. “I warmed up some soup for you. I’m going to change, so I’ll close the door. Knock when it’s okay to come out?”

This girl… she has everything so perfectly planned out. From the meeting, to taking him in, right down to his food. Din stares at her for a moment. Who is this woman? And what is she doing in a shithole like this?

“...Sure,” he replies. He watches her go into the bedroom and waits a few seconds to confirm that she is gone before walking over to the covered plate. Sitting at the counter, he hesitates, but he takes off his helmet finally and sets it next to him. Steam touches his face from the noodle soup, its salty scent wetting his tongue. He isn’t polite about practically inhaling it, shoving large wads of noodle and beef into his mouth and swallowing the broth. Din eats fast, as usual. When he finishes and cleans his face, he puts his helmet back on and puts the dishes in the sink, noting its cleanliness as well. He wanders to the room and knocks.

“Come in!”

Come in? That throws him off. He opens the door and walks in. There is a single, rickety bed inside the room along with at least two different dressers. Various dancing costumes hang about with special accessories. Her room is a flourish of color that distracts him momentarily from the sight. She reaches for the top of one of her dressers to place a jewelry box back in place, her short robe showing off those shapely legs that he spotted earlier. When Din catches himself staring, he mentally berates himself and looks away. “How was dinner?” she asks, turning back around.

“D-Delicious. Thank you.”

She nods, her hands resting on her hips. “Alright, well, I know this is kind of a mess.” She laughs, looking around her room. “But, I made the bed for you. Talk to you tomorrow.” Just before she can leave, Din holds out his arm, blocking her from the door.

“I’m sleeping in here?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I have a couch.” She tries to go; he stops her again, this time by holding her arm. The dancer tenses.

“You’re going through an awful lot of trouble for me.”

She lifts her chin. “Because I hope that you’ll do the same for me.” Kidnap me. “It’ll be dawn soon, Mandalorian. Please, get some rest. The sooner we find Kaslur’s man, the sooner we can both get off this awful planet.”

“I haven’t entirely agreed to take you.”

She grins. “Then I have a whole day to convince you.” She lifts her hand, thumb swiping some lipstick off his helmet. Shit, he forgot that was there. “Red’s a good color on you.” He lets her go immediately and she leaves the bedroom all to him. Now, Din is alone with her bed and her army of costumes surrounding him. As he removes his armor to clean off the makeup, he takes in the sight of every piece. Some outfits are… more revealing than others. He recognizes the one she wore earlier and then his eyes wander to some of the accessories: fans, feathers, all sorts of fun things. Din wonders how she uses them.

Just before he settles into bed, he has half a mind to look around. This woman is more than dancer, that much he can surmise, but to what extent? He’s curious, but he knows better than to violate her privacy, especially when she has been so considerate of his. When he settles into bed, her scent assaults him: clean and flowery. It oddly calms him and lulls him to sleep fast.

“So, who is the unlucky fellow?” she asks, sitting at the counter and eating a piece of bread. Din remains standing and slides the puck towards her, turning it on. Her brows lift in recognition of the Weequay. “Huh, that’s Mazarg Eq.”

“You know him?”

“Used to be an enforcer for Kaslur a few years back. Last I heard, Kaslur caught him in one of the spice dens, getting high on the boss’s supply. He’s not dead? That’s… lucky?”

“Kaslur mentioned something about him having a necklace.”

“A necklace?” She strokes her chin. “Don’t know anything about that. But, if I were Eq, I’d likely still be hooked on spice. Unfortunately. But I can’t get high at any of the dens that are supplied by Kaslur. So… I’d have to go to a rival’s supplied den. You know, for sanctuary.” Din slowly turns his head so the T of his visor faces her directly, as if asking how in the hell she ascertained that. The dancer shrugs. “That’s just the way things are around here.”

“...It would make sense. Also, if that’s true, then that’s the reason why Kaslur can’t send any of his own men. He’d start a turf war.” Din stands up, swiping the puck off the table and sliding it into his belt. “Would you know where these rival dens are?”

“I would.” She stands too, grabbing her cloak. “It’s not gonna be pretty.”

Once again, she is correct. Din’s throat tightens as she leads him through the district. Nearly everyone he sees is either stumbling, passed out, or expelling some body fluid in some way right in the street. No one seems to care. But, when he comes in, shiny expensive beskar on his chest, the junkies take notice. They lick their chapped lips, gaze with blood-shot eyes and fantasize about how much spice they can get with just a scrap of his armor.

Din is ready for someone to try to take it, but he hopes his imposing walk will hold them off.

He glances towards the dancer, her hood up as she stays close to him. “You being spotted here won’t be a problem, will it?” he asks.

“Technically, no. I’m not affiliated with anyone. That being said…” She scans the area. “I’d rather Kaslur not find out I was here.” She taps his shoulder. “In here.” He follows her into an alleyway with a single door, a faded neon sign blinking on and off above it. As soon as the door slides open, the foul stench of spice assaults his senses, even behind his helmet.

Smoke fills the den and makes it so hard to see that Din adjusts his visor to seek out heat instead. He sees red and orange shapes lounging on couches, taking long drags from pipes, and draping on other people. He prays that Eq is here, because he doesn’t want to comb through another one of these.

A Twi’lek man approaches them. “You gotta pay up before you take a seat.”

“We’re not here for spice,” she says. “We’re looking for Mazarg Eq.”

The Twi’lek flashes a look at the Mandalorian then back at the dancer. “And who is looking for him?”

“A friend,” she responds. She tilts her head up, giving the Twi’lek a glimpse of her face. “I know how this works.” She folds her hands together in front of her. “We need an address. How much?”

He grins. “...How about some of that beskar?”

Din leers at him. “Try again.”

She steps forward. “You deal with me, not the Mandalorian.”

“I don’t know what you can offer me, sweetheart.”

The dancer closes the gap between them, leaning in. “Tell you what.” She holds him close. “If you stop by…” She whispers, giggling and drawing shapes on his chest. The Twi’lek’s eyes bulge as she sweet talks him, ending her offer with a kiss on his cheek. She steps back with a polite smile. Without another moment to lose, the Twi’lek blurts out an address that Din commits to memory.

“Thanks… sweetheart.” She blows him a kiss. “Tomorrow right, remember.”

And with that, they leave. Once they’re out of the den, Din turns to her. “What did you offer that man?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“...You’re not seriously going to do it.”

She laughs. “We’ll be on a Razor Crest tomorrow night already in Hyperspace. C’mon, let’s go find our guy!”

One of the benefits of his helmet is being able to scope and scan any person of his choosing with discretion. Din sneaks in a few glances at the dancer as she walks with her hands behind her back. She hums, reminding him of the powerful vocals she displayed the other night. She is remarkably odd in a place like this. She is so… normal. Her demeanor, her manner of speaking doesn’t fit in with the rest of the people on Tebin Ramm.

Din wants to ask about her, but he isn’t curious enough to actually open his mouth. In fact, he knows it’s for the better. He’ll get her off this planet and drop her somewhere and that will be the end of that. Everyone that entered his late Razor Crest had their own stories — some he knew, some he didn’t, but most of the time, he didn’t care what they were. The dancer will simply be the girl that helped him get his ship.

Daylight does not last long on Tebin Ramm and the veil of space is nearly done creeping over their heads. Not that anyone can see any of the stars through the pollution. They wander further from the city’s center, finding crumbling buildings and tiny shacks for housing. The air is deathly still, but the stench of bodily fluids and trash wrinkle their noses. She pulls the collar of her cloak up to cover up her lower face.

“Stay close,” Din says, his hand hovering over his blaster, ready to draw.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She walks closer, their shoulders brushing against each other. They close in on the address given to them, standing before a tall building with cracks along its walls and broken signage. “He must be squatting here.”

“C’mon.” This shouldn’t be hard. When he first began bounty hunting, Din felt pity for the easy targets. That changed when every target became easy. They entered and went up the stairs, passing by bodies (asleep or dead?) sprawled on the floors and against the walls. He feels her hand cling to his cape. Din doesn’t wait anymore and he draws his blaster as they creep towards the marked door. “Stay here,” he says to her at the end of the hall. She nods.

The Mandalorian takes a few hunkering footsteps towards the door. Before he knocks, he gives it a nudge to see if it’s open. It is. He inhales fast and kicks it open, brandishing his blaster. On the floor, a Weequay yelps in surprise and stares at the tall mass of silver beskar in front of him. He scrambles backwards until he hits the wall. “Mazarg Eq?”

“Wh-who’s askin’?” The Mandalorian says nothing. Instead, he pulls out the puck and clicks the button, showing Eq’s face. “Aw shit… who hired you?” he asks between hyperventilating breaths.

“None of your concern.”

“It was that fucking prick Kaslur, wasn’t it?” he asks, voice panicked. “Shit, sending a fucking Mandalorian after me.”

Din continues, voice cool and collected. “You’ve got a necklace. Or did you hock that for spice?”

Eq laughs, body trembling. “Oh, that’s what you’re after! Look, if I hand it over, will you leave me alone?”

Din’s pulled this trick before. “Where is it?” Eq wobbles as he crawls a few feet away to where Din sees a crowbar. He’s ready for Eq to swing it at him, but to his surprise, the Weequay uses it on the floor instead, prying open the floorboards. Inside a secret compartment are a few credit chits, a handful of spice bags, and a black box. Eq crawls back to the Mandalorian, presenting the box to him. “Take it. If it gets Kaslur off my back, just take it!”

He holsters the blaster, giving the Weequay a false sense of security. Din takes the box and opens it. His brows furrow at the contents. It doesn’t look like a necklace, it looks like a small, metal collar with a small crystal charm. Kaslur described it as having the finest jewels… was that a lie? He goes to the door-frame and beckons the dancer over. “Necklace.”

She takes the box and looks down, peering at it. “Really? This? But it’s so… simple…” Shrugging, she closes the box. “Get Eq. We’re almost done. You go to Kaslur, I go home and grab my things.”

“You think it’ll be that easy?”

“Been thinking about it the entire way.” She smiles and steps back. “Do your thing.” Once she is a safe enough distance away, Din looks back inside.

“So… is that it? You said you’d leave me alone, right?”

The Mandalorian stalks forward. “Never did.”

Din drags Eq’s unconscious body through the halls and down the stairs. Kaslur would give him more credits if he brought him in alive, and fuel isn’t any cheaper these days. The dancer carries the black box for him for now, but something in his gut tells him that there is more to that “necklace.” He can’t worry now.

Soon, he tells himself. Soon, a new Razor Crest. Soon, off this awful planet.

The dancer opens the door to the outside and freezes. She gasps, finding a crescent of mobsters surrounding the exit. Din keeps a calm head, already running his eyes over their blasters and conjuring strategies if they cannot talk their way out of this. But then he sees Kaslur there in the center, tall and wide. He claps slowly, an unfriendly grin on his face. “Well done, Mandalorian. Well done. Though, you can’t take all the credit for this job, can you?” His eyes gloss over to the dancer’s, an uneasy stillness within them. All Kaslur has to do is gesture with his head and two mobsters dart forward. One yanks the black box away from her while the other grabs her arm.

“Hey!”

“Stop!” says Din. “Don’t punish her. I’m the one that needed her help.”

“Punish? My precious doll?” The mobster drags her over to Kaslur. “She helped you. Which meant she helped me.” He turns to her, stroking her cheek. “And I know the perfect reward. Mando, hand over Eq.” The Mandalorian hesitates, eyes flicking towards her. She nods. He steps forward and shoves the Weequay forward who barely registers what is going on. Another two thugs hold him up by his arms while Kaslur opens the black box. “Don’t you love it?” he says, presenting it to her.

She bites her bottom lip. “It… is very lovely.”

“I know it’s simple. But I went through a lot of trouble to acquire this for you, darling. You want to see what it does?” She remains silent, eyes flashing to the Mandalorian. Kaslur takes the choker and walks up to the moaning, half-awake Eq and clips it around his neck. “Hm. It doesn’t look as great on him as it will on you, my dearest. But you see, this collar is made of kyber crystal.” Her eyes widen and her skin pales. Kyber? Din thinks. “And I have its sister right here.” Kaslur presents a small bracelet around his fat wrist. “And with a touch of a button… it can do this.” He presses it.

It happens in the matter of seconds. Eq’s head falls clean off and topples to the ground as the inside of the choker fills with a hazy white light. It too falls to the ground, having cleanly sliced the flesh it wrapped around. She lets out a horrified shriek and Din knows that he cannot let this go on a second longer. He brandishes his blaster but gets more than a few barrels pointing at him. As if that would stop him.

“I’m sorry, darling,” says Kaslur. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. But we could have prevented this.” He holds her head, not caring that she is the one having panicking breaths now. “I’m tired of waiting. You’re coming with me.” She shakes her head with a whimper that he shushes. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t press the button if you do as I say.”

“Not happening,” says Din behind gritted teeth. “Step away.”

Kaslur lifts his head. “Look around you, Mando. It’s five against one.”

“I like those odds.”

He laughs. “Of course you would, you fucking Mandalorian.” Kaslur stands up straight, his hand falling on her shoulder. “’Course if you did, then there’s no way you’re leaving here alive, much less on a Razor Crest. That was the deal, wasn’t it?” He snaps his fingers and a gangster brings him a comm device. With a few button clicks, it displays a hologram of a Razor Crest. “Walk away now and I transfer all ownership of this ship to you. My men will let you ride off into Hyperspace.”

Din freezes. The Razor Crest was the only reason he came to this planet in the first place. He needs it. It’s right there in front of him; the hard work is done already. But then his brown eyes flash back towards her.

She breaks the uncomfortable silence. “Just go, Mando,” she tells him. “Go. Take it.”

“I-I…”

“Go.” She forces a smile, tears welling in her eyes. “One of us should get off this awful planet.” And just like that, Din watches the tears streak down her cheek as she gives up her dream. His hand shakes as he lowers his blaster as the weight sits uncomfortably on his chest and shoulders. Someone walks over to grab the choker off the ground, placing it back in the box.

“I’ll get that nice and cleaned up for you,” says Kaslur. He presses a few buttons more before the hologram disappears. “Alright, she’s all yours. Congratulations.”

Din wants to punch him right in the teeth. He stands still as a statue as the mobsters move out, dragging along the dancer. She does not resist, she doesn’t even falter in that smile. One of us should get off this awful planet.

Most bounties leave a somewhat bitter taste in his mouth, but only one made him feel vile and wretched. Now, that number is two.

Din starts in the direction of where he can pick up the Razor Crest. Kaslur’s men greet him with ease and show it to him. They go over the details, but honestly, Din cannot concentrate on them. With every explanation, every demonstration, he sees her face. He sees her smile as the tears stain her cheeks. He hears the horrified scream she let out when they saw the collar.

And he imagines it on her neck. Always present, always a threat. He imagines a broken smile on her lips as she does everything Kaslur asks of her, too afraid to refuse.

The men leave him alone in the Razor Crest. He sits in the pilot’s seat and thanks to muscle memory is able to power it on and go through the motions. Good, he succeeded, he has a home for the time being. Yet, any thought of celebration is rebuked with disgust.

And her smile.

He knows what he has to do.

Never before had a choker had a more apt name. The dancer sits at the end of the fancy table in Kaslur’s dining room in his penthouse overlooking the city. Across from her, he tears at his food, getting juices stained on his chin and shirt. Her body trembles and she stares at her untouched plate. The thought of swallowing against the choker vanishes her appetite. “I’ve already sent for your things,” he tells her, startling her. “No more dancing for ungrateful twigs.”

She keeps her hands on her lap. “Am I… never to dance again?”

Kaslur laughs. “No, my dear. You will simply dance for me. And only for me.” His voice lowers to a certain register that makes her skin crawl. “And this time, darling, everything is going to come off.”

“E...Everything?”

Kaslur wipes his lips with a napkin. “Come, I’ll show you your room.”

With wobbling knees, she stands and follows him. Kaslur takes her hand and leads her through the large space of his penthouse, opening the door to an ornate bedroom. The windows are ceiling to floor and the bed is large with plush pillows and a canopy. He shoves her inside and closes the door.

Oh no.

“I’ve been dreaming about this day for years,” he starts. “The day I finally claim you… how should I do it? Should I make you dance for me? Or sing? How you seduced me every night with your voice, your body…” He creeps closer to her as she steps back. “I don’t know where you come from, my love, but I know a one-of-a-kind woman, especially on this shithole of a planet.”

She gulps. She feels the choker around her.

“Haha… I digress. So I was thinking, how do I want this night to go? Then, I realized… it doesn’t matter.” He laughs. “You’ll do every single one. Tomorrow, you’ll dance. The day after, you’ll sing. On day three, I want you crawling to me, offering your body.” Kaslur shoves her onto the bed. She tries leaving, but he rests a knee on her legs. “For every fucking year you made me wait for this, you’re gonna do everything I want, understand?”

“P-Please—”

Kaslur grabs the fabric of her dress and tears it off with a loud rip, making her scream. “And don’t give me that look! You’re gonna enjoy every second of it.” He seizes her breast, twisting the flesh and making her whimper in pain. “If you don’t, if you’re not enjoying it, there’ll be consequences.” He groans. “Fuck, your body is so beautiful.”

She shuts her eyes. She wills time to turn faster. How foolish she was to think that she could escape this place, escape him. More tears well up in the corner of her eyes, but she is afraid of crying. His hand curls around her neck as he tears away more of the fabric. She thought she heard the sound of a door sliding open, but Kaslur does nothing about it. He forces his hand between her legs and she is about to cry out.

Something knocks Kaslur to the side. In a flash of activity, she sees a blur of silver and sees Kaslur tumble to the floor. A blade of pure black light materializes and stabs right through Kaslur, choking him and expiring his life. The dancer sits up, her eyes taking in the sight of the Mandalorian sheathing his weapon and standing over him. He turns his visor towards her before quickly looking away from her state of undress. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t here in time.”

It takes her a second to process what has happened. When she realizes that she was rescued, that she didn’t have to endure what she braced herself for, she chokes out a sob. She lunges forward and hugs the Mandalorian despite her nakedness. He lifts his hands before looking around the room, finding nothing. With a sigh, he takes off his cape and wraps it around her shoulders. “We don’t have a lot of time. We have to go now. I’m sorry.”

“We...We’re going?”

“Yes.” He steps back, away from her. “I’m getting you off this planet.”

“I’m…” Elation fills her expression. “Wait.” She leans down and grabs the bracelet from Kaslur’s wrist. With bated breath, she clicks the other button and just prays in that split second she doesn’t die. Then the collar falls from her neck. The relief almost brings her to tears. With that, she takes the cape and holds it around her torso. Then, she gives one last look at Kaslur's corpse. With a rare scowl, she kicks his head. “Okay, let’s go.” She turns away, her expression softening.

“Do as I say,” he says. “This will be rough.”

“Okay.” She follows him. “Thank you, Mando. Thank you…!”

#the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x you #work: silk for armor #tw assualt #tw sa mention #tw attempted sa #THIS TOOK SO LONG #IM SO SORRY LOL

[thatblondeperson]

Do you think Tim can be considered a victim of sexual harrasment/assault as a lot of girls did surprise kiss him like Steph with the CPR thing, Cissie, and Tam or are people just exagerrating.

To an extent, yes.

Tim has been kissed without being asked by a number of girls and there are more than what I'm about to list.

Darla:

Cissie:

Tam:

And yes, Steph as well, but I'll give a small chronology of their kisses because it irks me to no end that the fandom picked one side in this "toxic ship" debate, negating that Tim and Steph are both perpetrators in the toxicity in their relationship.

Tim kissed Steph first, to her surprise, in Robin #5.

This is what sets off the flirting. Before, Steph does seem to understand that it's a one-sided crush, until Tim kisses her. he does not ask, he does it impulsively.

She then kisses him in Robin #16 to his surprise.

He's not thrilled and she does not ask first before doing this.

Then yes, there's the CPR stunt in Robin #35.

This is fully not okay. But she does make a solid point that no one brings up, in her saying "So it was okay to kiss me". Why don't fans mention that? That this is a toxicity give and take? imo it's the misogyny, but regardless, neither of their actions are okay. No, it was not okay for Tim to kiss Steph, and no, it was not okay for her to kiss him. It's a 2-way street they're both driving recklessly on. They don't discuss their relationship, Tim has a girlfriend, Steph knows he's spoken for, it's clunky and messy and not well written for a while. It gets better when Tim actually gets introspective about his feelings and when they kiss in Robin #44 it's consensual.

And they don't kiss again until Robin #56, one issue before their date, and in this issue Tim does break up with Ari because his feelings for Steph are realized and he wants to be with her.

To try to pick a side in this "who made it toxic?" debate is silly. Tim started it, Steph pursued it, Tim then pursued it back until they got together. Messy.

It's an ugly old trope for girls to just jump kiss the protag/hottie/boycrush in every piece of media. It was very big at the time these comics were published, right in its heyday really. The 80s through the 2000s were rough and we have to look back on it as a problematic product of it's time. Is it sexual assault? Yes. Do I consider these characters to be problematic and toxic and would I call any of them sexual assaulters? No. The writers are being gross and weird here and playing into that teen boy "every girl wants me" (chicks dig the cape...) trope and the girls in question are just tools to remind you that Tim's a Hottie McDreamboat that every girl wants some lip action with. Ugh...

Some more advanced sexual assault? We have to talk about Rose Wilson. Again...writers being gross and creepy, but YIKES.

This is right after Bar5t dies, (can't remember issue, sorry...) and Tim goes back to his room to mourn where Rose is waiting naked in his bed to drunkenly jump him. By being drunk she's not fully consenting either, but Tim has to literally fight her off and cuff her to get her to stop.

The fandom used to pass these panels around as a "teehee Timmy's afraid of boobies!!" joke but like...that's super disgusting and I hope those people understand that this was almost fucking r*pe.

And later when she comes back (again, can't remember issue, sorry...) she's wearing a Robin thong and he ends up shoving her out of his bed which, imo is slightly reasonable given the way she previously acted with him. Why is she trying to fuck his sadness away DC? idfk. But then he takes the fall for it and gets yelled at for hurting Rose and like..I'm over it.

What was their relationship supposed to be????

And then of course there's the whole League of Assassins thing with Timmy ready to produce the next heir.

That "next time on Red Robin" quip makes me gag...

Hey remember that ship that people like? RasTim? The ship where Tim, a 17 year old, is shipped with a grown ass crusty old man who wanted his daughter to r*pe him to produce an heir to the LOA? Remember what a cute and quirky thing that was? Wow, so adorbs. Love wins.

I'm bitter, can you tell?

Tim has definitely been on the short end of the stick when it comes to non-consensual advances, and it's...not good anon. There's not really a way to redeem the creepiness of male comic writers, and I would just love to be a fly on the wall for all these decisions to see why they were made. At the end of the day, it's the whole "sex sells" angle, and for any hetero teen boy who related to Tim, it was to fulfill the fantasy of being Robin, the super cool crimefighter thqat got all the girls I guess...

Just...ew.

Thanks for the ask anon!

#tim drake #stephanie brown #darla aquista #cissie king jones #tam fox #rose wilson #timsteph #tw assualt #cw assault #personal #ask tbp

[maimndevour]

i think it’s time we have the conversation about safe sex and the consequence (not necessarily all bad) of kink and contraception for everybody. yea, this includes teenagers. the more we put off teaching safe practices and knowledge that people require to prevent STDs, unwanted pregnancies, and natural consequences of trauma - the more we doom younger generations.

teenagers- while still kids and minors in most countries- do get into a lot of trouble if not taught properly. this is not to blame them. mistakes are not a crime or a reason to blame people that have a lack of knowledge. this is a time in young people’s lives to explore who they are, what they like, who they like and what works for them. i think it goes without saying that teenagers deserve to talk to therapists and other people in their age range about sex and kink before actually engaging in it. sex education, if you wanna call it that - is so important. i didn’t know that it wasn’t something to be ashamed of- i had no idea the risks and the things i could explore safely.

the problem arises when predators infiltrate these safe spaces. when victim blamers, when unmonitored accounts, when predators push kids out of their own spaces or take advantage of them. teenagers should not have to; “be aware of creeps” or “keep it to yourself”. the healthy part of sexuality requires you to be able to ask questions and get answers that will protect you or prevent misinformation from spreading.

I wish i had known what assault was. i wish i knew the different ways it could happen. i wish i could be aware that i didn’t need to practice kink a certain way- or be surrounded by people that wanted to hurt me. that i shouldn’t be ashamed of sex. i was a teenager, and i grew up with poor and nearly non existent sex ed. i was surrounded by kids who might of not known any better because of their past- but we all deserved to know safe practices. that there was nothing wrong with us for having sex or wanting it

my point is: teenagers should have better sex ed that mentions the practice of kink and potentially harmful things and how to care for themselves. not to prey upon them, not to scar them- to keep them safe. sex is not dirty, you are not dirty. self exploration is normal. assault is not love, or “lack of communication”, or your fault, or your responsibility to handle alone

#puppi barks #tw assualt #sex education #18+ mdni

[ricciardoe]

vid, who is a photographer and at the red bull ring, has first hand experience of how vicious those fans can be. don’t let anyone else try to excuse others’ action just bc videos are going around showing how “civil” they look

#tw assualt #tw harassment #theres a WHITE MAN on twt sharing those videos