#tw attempted rape

[carrymelikeimcute]

#con o'neill #tw attempted rape #soldier soldier #Youtube

[laugtherhyena]

Tunnel 7

Wrote a fic about Karin following Abella into the bunker after seing her leave town in a hurry. She thinks this will be the perfect opportunity to catch Abella red handed and discover if her suspicions about the Oldegårian are right, however, what she actually learns is something she wasn't expecting, nor did she ever wanted to hear.

You can read it all under the cut :)

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Abella's footsteps echoed loudly through the long empty hallways of tunnel 7, it was perfect. Even from a distance Karin could make out where she was heading and stealthily follow her trail, carefully timing her steps with the ones from the mechanic to make sure the little noise she made would be drowned out by the sound of Abella's sturdy boots against the harsh floor.

The entrance to the bunker was the first place she saw the mechanic after they left the train, and there she was again, what is it with this place? What does she want from it?

…

There was something about Abella.

Something that kept making Karin's mind circle back to her like a moth to a flame.

Abella had been nothing but kind and helpful ever since they met at the train. She volunteered to take a look at the engine to see what could have gone wrong, she was sweet and nice to everyone she talked with.. Too nice, maybe? Too good to be true…

The journalist couldn't place a finger on why, but she could swear there was something more to that attractive Oldegårian than what meets the eye.. If this whole mess really was a sick army experiment they would need to have someone on the inside to look over everything, wouldn't they? Someone their little guinea pigs found reliable and trustworthy, someone they would never doubt..

Earlier when Karin was taking photos around town to document her findings she saw Abella rush into the woods, it was an odd sight coming from someone who was usually so calm. There were no twisted villagers or monstrous creatures chasing her, she was alone, what's the rush?

Carefully following her tracks it seemed like Abella picked a route different from the common ones, as if she didn't want to be seen, it didn't seem like she was returning to the train either. Eventually the path led Karin to the entrance of a tunnel and now she finds herself carefully navigating through them, making sure to keep an eye on where Abella is heading and take mental notes of the situation.

This is it, if she's getting anything out of this woman this is the time and place. If things went awry she could always rely on her trusty gun, she could feel it from the hand in her pocket, it would take her less than a second to grab, aim it and..

But she didn't want that. She didn't want to fight Abella.. For investigative reasons of course! She can't get any info out of her if she's dead on the floor.

Abella doesn't seem like the kind to start a fight unprovoked, but if she was right about her being a spy, perhaps it's all an act..?

Who could she be affiliated with? The Bremen army was an obvious candidate, Karin could swear she saw a man in a Bremen army uniform back in the train before it all went down, the Eastern union can't be left out of the table, the NLU as well.. Those people have been awfully quiet ever since they broke one of their agents out of prison-

*CLANG-CRASH!!*

The wrench whizzed through the air like a bullet and smashed into the ground with a loud crash, it was thrown with such force that it left a crack where it first hit the floor.

She didn't even see it be launched, all Karin could catch was the shadow of the wrench flying dangerously close to her face, in the next second the noise hit her ears and the tool lay on the floor. The sudden action made Karin grip the gun hard, finger in the trigger, but still on her pocket? Why!? She can't hesitate, not after almost having her head crushed by a flying wrench! She needs to pull it and point towards-

"..Abella?"

Through all of this pursuit Karin had not actually had a good look at Abella's face, obviously, she was following her from behind. But now they stood face to face.. It felt wrong.

Abella looked visibly distraught, her eyes were wide open and her gaze seemed lost, confused, scared. Was this the face of a spy who's about to have their cover blown..?

There was a considerable distance between them yet Karin could tell Abella was shaking slightly as she breathed heavily from her mouth. The mechanic let out a long grunt as she buried her face in her large hands.. It almost looked like she was in physical pain.

"By All-mer.. I'm sorry, Karin…"

"What is wrong with you, Abella?"

Karin's strong words echoed through the silent tunnel, Abella moved her hands down in response, her face still mostly covered but the journalist could see her eyes again.

"Uhhm.."

"..T-The wrench! Did it graze you? If it did i have some cloth pieces on me, you can-"

"Do not change the subject!" Karin exclaimed as she pointed a finger towards Abella and started making her way towards her as she continued her speech.

"I ask the questions and you answer. Don't think you can fool me, I saw you leave Prehevil in a hurry and take the most obscure path to this place, and now you've been wandering aimlessly through these hallways. Something is wrong, I know it."

"So tell me what's going on." She was right in front of Abella as she finished her sentence. The Oldegårian looked at her in shock as she stumbled upon her words.

"You saw me!? Did you-.. Did you see…"

Abella looked disturbed, her gaze jumped all over the bunker before shutting her eyes. She took a series of deep breaths before straightening herself, she opened her eyes, who stared directly at Karin's.

"After I looked around town I went to check the Mayor's manor. Huge place, there's even a food storage, I told Henryk about that."

"There was a bed in one of the rooms. I was tired I.. I wasn't going to sleep for long, it was just gonna be a quick nap and then I'd go back to searching."

"..But I fell asleep.. I slept like a log…"

Abella took a pause and rubbed her face before continuing. Her gaze now fixated on her own hands.

"When I woke up, he was there. The guy in the white suit, He... H-He had his pants down and-and he-.. He was going to-!.. To-.. T-To.."

Abella's eyes watered as she struggles to utter those damned words, as if her body physically refused, far too repulsed to say it.

"I-I know… I know he wo-would!.."

She angrily tapped her feet as she finished speaking. Tears rolled down her face as Abella couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying, Karin never thought she'd see her like this.. So distressed, terrified and uncomfortable. That woman was in so much pain, yet, her sobbing was quiet. Hardly louder than a whimper.

This is not what Karin wanted to hear.

Not in a million years would she have guessed the root of Abella's turmoil was an attempted rape.

She was ready for her to admit being a part of a dangerous army, a terrorist organization, a secret society or some obscure conspiracy group even the great Karin Sauer had never heard of.

But now, there she was. Kneeling on the floor, silently weeping with her hands covering her face. Right in front of Karin.

What are you even meant to do in this situation? What are you meant to say to someone who just escaped from such a sickening form of abuse? She was used to covering wars, not comforting people!

She was furious.. Furious at that disgusting mobster, but also herself.. She shouldn't have worded things that way, she was so rude and ignorant! Sure, she didn't know the reason behind Abella's unusual behavior when she said it but still..

She felt like shit, what kind of renowned journalist mistakes a woman’s trauma for her sneaking around!

But that doesn't matter now, this isn't about her. She needs to help Abella!.. Somehow.

Karin was never good at showing physical affection, let alone comforting people. Her work field and career made her even worse at that. But she can't just leave Abella crying, she has to do something, anything will be better than just watching.

Karin crouched next to her and hesitantly reached for her shoulder with a hand, Abella flinched slightly upon the touch and looked back at the journalist.

"I-I! Nothing-.."

"Nothing actually happened! I got him away from me before!- Before he could take off my clothes.."

"B-But i.. I-I…"

Abella's breathing became more irregular as she tried to finish the sentence, her eyes avoided contact as she looked at the bunker floor stained by her fallen tear drops. That's it, no more just standing there! Karin closed her eyes and embraced Abella. She had no idea if this was a good move, maybe it would just make things worse..

Luckily for her, after a few seconds of being startled by Karin's sudden action Abella slowly hugged her back, resting her head on the journalist's shoulders, she took a moment to steady her breathing before speaking again.

"I keep thinking, you know.. If I hadn't woken up when I did. If i wasn't strong enough to kick him away.. What would have happened to me… Where would I even be now…"

A few more tears rolled down her eyes as she tightened her embrace, She was tense, Karin could tell. Her muscles were far from relaxed, if anything they looked kinda swollen..? Her skin had an odd look as well, but Karin's just going to assume that's the poorly lit tunnel's doing.

"Abella, I'm so sorry you had to go through this. It's not something anyone should ever have to experience, let alone someone like you."

"You smile and lend a hand to everyone you come across, regardless of how long you know them for.. Only a true monster would even think of hurting you this way."

"It's over now. He's not here, you're safe. And I am here with you, I won't leave until I know you're well again."

Afterwards, the journalist tightened her embrace. She could feel Abella's body shake slightly as she let a couple more tears roll down her cheeks.

The two women stayed like that for the next couple minutes, not a single word was uttered between them during this time, they simply held each other. A tight yet gentle embrace.

Karin thought about the last words she told Abella, were they good enough? Or should she have worded anything differently? Maybe she should have said more. She thought about other things to say but none of them felt right, staying quiet didn't feel right for her either.. She felt like what she did wasn't enough, that she should comfort her in a better way, even if she had no idea what that way was.

But perhaps it was enough. Overtime Abella's breathing returned to normal and her crying had stopped, her muscles seemed to become less tense as well. Karin felt so relieved, perhaps now was the right time to open her mouth again.

She was unsure if now was the right place to ask this, but she needed to know, not only for Abella's safety but for everyone else from the train..!

"Abella, do you know where he could be? Did you see where he ran off to?"

If this man was still in town they couldn't just leave him free to wander around, they had to capture him, tie him up with a rope or chain and leave him to rot somewhere far away from everyone until they could contact the authorities. That was the right thing to do, but not what Karin wanted to do.

She wanted to put a bullet through his skull. She wanted to keep shooting his disgusting face over and over until it was nothing but a mangled mess of bloody bullet holes. She wanted to-

"In the sewer."

"Huh?" The mechanic's words took Karin by surprise, as they pulled away from their long hug Karin took a good look at her face. She no longer looked distraught just.. Utterly exhausted, which is expected after all this. Her eyebags looked more prominent and her eyes were devoid of any shine.

"The sewer. I threw his body in the sewer."

"Oh.. I see."

"Look. Karin, i didn't-"

"No, no." Karin held Abella's hands as she looked into her eyes. "You don't have to explain yourself. You were in danger, and defended yourself accordingly. Don't ever think of you as some heartless murderer."

"..Alright." Abella replied with a tired smile on her face as she intertwined her fingers with Karin's, it made her blush a little, as much as she didn't want to admit it. It was strange, Abella's hands were big, bulky and calloused, yet her grip was nothing but gentle.

"So, you didn't see me hide the body..? I thought that's why you were after me."

"No I didn't, you were already on your own when I spotted you."

Karin paused, there was something else she needed to say to Abella.

"I'm sorry, about me, I shouldn't have been so harsh with you earlier."

"It's fine. You didn't know.."

After that, the room fell quiet, it was awkward. Karin quickly took upon herself to break the silence.

"Well, I think we should be going. You're in no condition to be running around a bunker."

Abella simply nodded in response. The two women got up from the dusty floor hand in hand, and remained that way as they left tunnel 7.

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Hours later Karin found herself in the secret hideout underneath Prehevil bop. She brought Abella to the pub so that she could have some water and eat something before resting, she had no idea when was the last time she had eaten or drank anything. There were others at the bar, some had worried looks and asked what had happened, to which Karin simply said she found Abella unwell and couldn't just leave her be.

It wasn't in her place to disclose what had happened, that's something Abella should decide if and when she wants to share it once she's better.

At last, Karin had time to organize her thoughts and theories about the situation they were all currently in, the Termina festival. The day hadn't been nearly as productive as she initially intended, but she wasn't mad, helping Abella was.. Important as well, it made her happy to know she was ok now.

The hideout was an interesting place, it clearly belonged to some kind of organization, the NLU most likely. It had an area in one of it's corners that reminded Karin a bit of her own workspace back at the Midnight gazette, it had a decently sized table with a nice comfortable armchair, there was even a board on the back which she could use to lay out her photos and organize things in a presentable way.

But she wasn't there. Instead, Karin sat on the cold wooden floor quietly documenting her findings in a notebook supported by her legs folded in fetal position. She was sitting right next to the hideout's bunk beds, specifically the one which Abella was sleeping in.

She could see the armchair and table from the corner of her eye, yet she didn't want to go there even if it was the more comfortable option. She wanted to stay close to Abella, make sure she's safe in her peaceful slumber, she said she'd stay by her side after all!

…

Karin looked at the sleeping Oldegårian, she had a sweet little smile on her face, the sight made the journalist's heart flutter. For the first time today Abella looked genuinely calm and relaxed, perhaps a little too relaxed, one of her arms was hanging over the edge of the bed, touching the floor… It would be cruel to leave her like this.

She gently moved Abella's arm back on the bed. She didn't want to disturb her, not now when she was finally getting some good sleep. Abella moved slightly after the touch but remained asleep.

Karin found herself staring at Abella's long red hair.. It was beautiful, luscious and tied with a cute little ribbon near the end. So soft too, it was-.. Wait!

"...Huhm..?" The motion of the woman stroking Abella's hair awakened the Oldegårian. Her sleepy eyes looked at Karin, who still had a hand on the top of her head! She swiftly removed it but the movement was so awkward it looked almost robotic, her arm now loomed over Abella's head as she avoided looking at her eyes completely, the one look she gave her upon opening them was already enough to make the journalist's face red.

"U-Umm.. Do you mind..?"

"Ehehe, it's alright. It feels good." Abella replied, before closing her eyes again. Her words made Karin's heart skip a beat and caused a shy smile to appear on her face as she placed her hand back on Abella's hair.

And there she stayed, tenderly caressing Abella's hair as she fell asleep once more.

How nice.

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#cw attempted rape #tw attempted rape #THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN IN THE FIC ITSELF it's just described by Abella #basically the Caligura scene has just happened like maybe 20 or 30 minutes before the story starts #this whole thing is just hurt/comfort #fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger 2: termina #fear and hunger Abella #fear and hunger Karin #bro how you tag fics?? #writting #fanfic #fic

[chopper-witch]

Ritual 777: Dead Men Don’t Rape

Eddie Muson x female!reader; Jennifer’s Body!AU

Minors DNI. I will find and tell your parents or guardians.

Story title inspired by Ritual 777 by Temple Twins

Chapter title inspired by Dead Men Don’t Rape by 7 Year Bitch

I will have a full playlist soon. I swear. It’s almost done.

WC: 1,700+

Warnings: being really, really sick; attempted rape; reader you eat someone alive lmfao not sorry; you eat brains and a heart; something that could be considered fatphobia?; imo I underdescribed reader’s actions but y’all will be the judge of THAT; death (obviously), please do not read my shit if you can’t handle or shouldn’t be watching game of thrones/euphoria/etc.

A/N: This chapter has no Eddie in it at all (again). It deviates from Jennifer’s Body in several ways but it fits better to later plans. Finally, I have like,,, mad bad dyslexia so please forgive all mistakes I put this through grammarly and like regular spell check and did all the other techniques I was taught/

I also don’t really like this chapter, it feels incomplete despite from beginning to end it being all I want :(. 

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Do gods die? 

Demons?

You?

“I’ve got you.”

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You don’t think you’ve ever been so sick in your life. 

Wednesday night blurs into Thursday blurs into Friday blurs into Saturday into Sunday. You have no idea if you did your homework or did that test in history or even made it to any of the council meetings or —

You’ve become ravenously hungry as well, but everything you eat or drink turns into the black sludge you vomited up before. 

With the little energy you have left on Sunday night, you go biking to the store almost twenty miles away as a last-ditch effort. They’re the only place in all of Roane County to have a watermelon slushie flavor and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. The only thing you might, might be able to stomach.

“No offense, but you look like you’re dying,” the cashier says in a monotone voice. 

You take the bag from him and just stare into his eyes which are just as dead as yours likely look. “I had no idea, thank you.” 

“No problem. Have a goodnight.” 

You sigh and shake your head as you walk away. “Yeah, you too.” 

The door slides open and a man leaning against the wall stands up straight. He was there when you went in, smoking, and still there now. You’ve learned there is usually a man lingering outside convenience stores surrounded only by forests, smoking. Good place to linger without being told to leave, you figure.

The cigarette lands at your feet and you keep walking. 

“What’re you doing out here so late? Not safe for a girl like you.”

Oh, Christ. Just one day without shit being like a punishment from the universe, please.

You ignore him, placing the bag and slushie in your basket and getting started on unlocking your bike. 

“I could drive you home. Be safer. Just ask you do a little something for me.”

Why are some men so fucking gross? And why is this lock stuck?

Right. Denied Cherie’s offer to get you a new one. Should have taken her up on it. Then maybe the guy wouldn’t be two feet from you and instead, you would already be halfway through the lot.

You are beginning to mount your bike, leg swinging over it when a pair of hands grab your shoulders and yank you back. 

“I was trying to talk to you, bitch!”

Long lost is your balance as the bike goes crashing to the ground, the slushie splattering all over the pavement. The man has you poorly balanced on one leg as he continues to pull you backward.

Your eyes shut. 

At least there will be my side. At least there will be proof. At least maybe that damn cashier will run out. 

His grip tights on one shoulder, the other wrapping around your neck. 

You gasp. 

You thrash. Actually thrash this time. There are no drugs to keep you physically down.

There are also no drugs to keep you partially numb, sedated, help you hallucinate through this. 

“I’ve got you.”

“Get off of me!” 

The man goes flying. 

Through the air. 

And with a loud and sick crunch, his skull hits against the edge of the sign’s corner.

You turn. He’s lying nearly forty feet away like a rag doll on the ground. Your feet are bringing you closer despite the bile creeping up your throat begging you to stay away. But you get to him regardless, peering over his bleeding-out body.

“Hey, are you okay?” You stupidly ask. “I didn’t mean to—” 

Your voice dies in your throat. 

Your mouth floods with saliva.

That ravenous hunger seems to have found its solution in the form of a cracked skull bleeding all over the pavement. 

You are leaning in and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Animalistic instincts are something you’ve understood but never comprehended, but this must be it. The feeling like there is a magnet yanking your mouth to the mess of blood on the ground in front of you, no thoughts guiding it there, just the pull. The weight.

There is a beat barely an inch above the pooling mess. A thought holds you back, a moment of hesitation. 

A moment of humanity.

Just a taste. That’s all.

Just one, tiny, itty bitty, little…

It’s sweeter than you imagined. Blood always had a metallic, tangy taste when you got a paper cut and stuck your finger in your mouth to calm it. It’s supposed to be tangy like that. Iron and all that jazz.

This is like honey on peaches. Sweet, a fruity kind of savory. 

You go back for another taste. 

“Get off of me!” The man gurgles, eyes barely blinking conscious for a second.

You pull back. Your head tilts as your eyes stare into his. 

He screams. 

And you go straight for his neck. 

Who cares when this guy tried to assault a teenage girl? 

Who cares when his fear flows into you, pumping the energy you’ve been missing into your veins, his blood and flesh? 

Who cares when a surge of power like you’ve never felt burns in your veins?

It must be the adrenaline or the cortisol or something that is making him slowly taste sweeter as his blood surges out even more. Fear hormones flooding his body, his blood, making it all the more delightful for you. 

All of this for you. 

Every ounce of fat ends spit out, an ever-growing pile of human fat now next to where his mutilated corpse lies. Organs are devoured at almost lightning speed and muscle? 

You don’t know how the cashier hasn’t walked into the scene with how much you are savoring the muscles. 

Stringy here and there, sure. Underdeveloped in some places, sure. But so full of... 

protein. 

What lies last is his heart, his lungs, his liver, and his absolute eviscerated brain. the lungs and liver you haven’t dared touch, one sniff and you knew they were bad. 

The brain is practically begging to be eaten. Already ground up for you, skull cracked open like a bowl. 

The first piece is... mushy. Wet. Tempting to spit out on texture alone. 

But the taste?

It tastes like heaven. What was that in your psychology class again? Neuro... neurotransmitters? They must have lit his brain up with fear when he died, when he saw you above him, and flooded him with the most delicious flavoring you have ever tasted in your life. 

So you slurp it all down, even scrape the edges of the skull and the concrete to make sure to brain matter is left uneaten. 

The heart. 

It disconnects easily, seeing as pretty much everything else around it but some muscle and connective tissue is gone. 

You hold his heart up to the light.. You’ve never seen one in real life, just the fake one in bio class. And a pig one, in bio class. For a muscle, it’s awfully gummy feeling. Not quite as stringy.

Your teeth sink into it with trepidation. 

It’s… chewy, sticky, 

perfect.

One small bite turns into two normal ones turns into three large ones until you are savagely shoving the muscle down your throat as fast as you can. 

The cashier impressively never comes out still. 

The world sings when you open your eyes again. 

Glows brighter than before. The parking lot lights are surrounded by a brilliant halo. The neon store sign pulses like it’s alive.

Something sings in the distance. Angelic in quality but completely indistinguishable. 

It’s so beautiful. 

Gentle. 

Fragile.

There’s still the shredded carcass of a man to your left, complete with a pile of fat and a lake of blood. 

The river is just over the road and down another a half-mile. A few weeks in there and it will just be an accident of some kind, consumed by animals.

No. No. 

Someone needs to see this. See what you did to this man. This man who tried to hurt you. 

Maybe the store employee when the store closes in twenty minutes or so. Then the cops. Then the local news. 

Then maybe regional and if it gains enough traction, national. 

That… that feels better. Feels right. 

Your hands search for his wallet. Someone needs to be able to identify this man who is no more than a shattered skeleton and pile of ground human at this point. 

Frank York. East Hawkins. 57. 

“You were a real asshole, Frank York.”

You snap the wallet close but keep the ID outside of it. Then you place both roughly where his heart should be. Easier to identify the mess that has become his body.

The blood wipes off fairly easily from your skin and onto wherever it isn’t on your clothes but the color still remains. Blood stains aren’t just for clothes, you suppose. Blood red looks good on your skin. Like it’s meant to match, destined to be sticking to you. 

You settle on your bike, ready to ride home through the woods instead of on the main roads. It’s not Halloween anymore. Looking like Carrie on a random Sunday will raise at least a little suspicion.

But wait. He has more to give, surely. 

You pick it back up, take the money (which is only a few dollars ultimately) out with your mostly blood-free hands, and place it back on top of him. He’s dead. It’s not like he’s gonna need it. 

Right?

Of course, you get called back one last time. Right about to mount your bike, something just drags you back.

Your finger swipes into a small pool of blood and you lean over where his ID is, carefully crossing out his name with the now quickly congealing substance.

Dead men don’t rape, but they do provide potentially a lucrative form of making money and an unbelievable rush of power. 

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Freshly cleaned from the blood stains and sitting on your bed, you stare at the clothing gripped in your hands.

You should feel some kind of… emotion. Sadness. Anger. Concern. Anything. You should be having a Lady Macbeth moment. A moment so dramatic that the English teacher has to literally tell Cherie to get off the floor before she sends her to the office. 

Again.

Out damned spot, out I say! You should be shouting as you fall to the ground and rub your hands raw, Mrs. Jenkins telling you you can get up now, that’s enough. And you should be getting up with tears in your eyes after ten more minutes, acting like going is some great offense to your pain.

But you just feel…

Content. 

Peaceful.

Satiated. 

Yes, that’s it. Satiated. 

Instead of throwing the jumpsuit and jacket out as you should, or even burning them, you toss them into a box with some of the awards you’ve gotten over the years. 

The clothes settle nicely between a handful of perfect attendance awards from elementary and some academic honors whatever you got freshman year. 

First kill award!

Then you settle into bed, drifting off to a peaceful sleep for the first time in nearly a week. 

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #ritual 777 #jennifers body au #rape tw #tw rape #tw attempted rape #tw murder #murder tw #murder #rape

[boop-le-snoot]

sooo... a rapist is dead from an overdose 😌

back when I lived in a group home/orphanage, I was about ~15, there was a guy who was a couple years older, long story short he tried to r-word me and I beat him really bad (even got a cool scar out of it myself). he was in the hospital with tbi for a few weeks, along with multiple broken bones 😌

it's been about 10 years since that and he was in and out of jail all this time, for various offenses, including sa. I just got the news he's dead 😌 he died covered in his own piss and shit, from an apparent polydrug overdose 😌

I'm getting a beer! 😍 Hopefully my actual rapist follows suit quickly.

#tw sa #tw attempted rape #tw violence

[suncaptor]

Xander really was nearly raped and killed by a monster who preyed upon him in the form of his adult teacher, was forced to act out horrible behaviours while being possessed, and routinely faces life or death circumstances as a 16yo, and his nightmares come to life are... a clown from a childhood party and being embarrassed in his boxers.

#s.a #xander #xander harris #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy #incoherents #btw i have only seen part of s1 of this show #this one was just. i mean its definitely like. playing on oh what nightmares would a teenager #would have! especially one whos greatest fears revolve around being judged! but also. considering the weight of like #the things that have happened even so far grouped so close together.... #its not just buffy whos been facing these sort of things.... #tw attempted rape #tw assault #tw noncon #sorry i overtag i just dont want to trigger anyone

[chxrryrose]

mason greenwood to be charged, fucking good riddance

#wonder what the twitter fan boys have to say now #tw attempted rape

[colacat53]

my ideal fantasy for a Clockmare relationship development

Trigger Warning for mentions of attempted rape and gender dysphoria

alright I hope that's enough space between the trigger warning because I'm going to immediately say that this is all caused because of some creepy dude trying to rape Halara with their chest being groped and since I headcanon that Halara was born a hermaphrodite and that they have boobs but they just wear a binder because of reasons I will explain later but anyways the man ends up feeling their boobs which gives them a lot of gender dysphoria and they end up getting away and end up crying in their hotel room

and now we're talking about Fubuki who was for some reason(I haven't decided yet) looking for Halara and after asking Vivia and Desuhiko she goes to their room because I like to imagine that everyone staying at the hotel each has a spare key to each other's rooms in case of emergencies and she forgets to knock on the door before entering and she finds them crying and so Fubuki asks what happened and Halara is breaking down and opening up about the fact that they didn't get top surgery was because they felt that if in the future they did want to present as female not having top surgery would make that easier so they instead just wore a binder and so they're just breaking down as Fubuki holds and comforts them and Halara ends up falling asleep while Fubuki was holding them and Fubuki tries to leave after they fell asleep but the second Fubuki starts moving Halara clings to her tightly while they're asleep and so Fubuki just decides to stay with them and ends up falling asleep with them

and then later when Halara wakes up they notice Fubuki sleeping with them and finds that they didn't really mind it since she comforted them and that they even started to like her a bit

so in conclusion Halara fell first

also I just realized that it may be a little confusing so I'm just going to say that Fubuki didn't leave because even when asleep Halara didn't want her to leave which is why they started clinging tightly so she decided to stay with them until they were comfortable enough for her to leave

#rain code #halara nightmare #fubuki clockford #clockmare #nonbinary #wlnb #tw attempted rape #tw r4p3 #tw gender dysphoria #gender dysphoria #master detective archives: rain code #hermaphrodite #they them pronouns

[sleepyemoxd]

Okaaay sooo TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF RAPE AND ABUSE

For context, there was one time where as a punishment for something Vanny tried to have one of her henchmen force themselves on Lunar while she made Moon watch

Key word tried

Because the second that creep tore off his little brother's clothing he managed to escape another henchman's grasp and tore the bastard limb from limb. Of course this pissed her off, but before she could open her mouth Moon shouted angrily at her, saying that he refused to let her hurt that child, that he couldn't care less what she did to him, as long as she left Lunar out of it

After around a minute of tense silence, the rabbit giggled sadisticly before telling him that she'll "leave his precious baby brother alone, but... his punishment was gonna be a lot more severe now"

He let out a choked sob before screaming for her to "just get it over with" and that he "doesn't care anymore"

Well... said punishment almost killed him... literally

Despite it only happening once, it completely destroyed him, physically and emotionally. Traumatizing him to the point of having severe nightmares almost two years after the incident

It really messed the poor thing up

Even now that him and Lunar are both safe from that sadistic hag, he still has nightmares about it, waking up with a suffocating feeling of dread as he cried out his little brother's name.

The first time it happened, Sun didn't know how to comfort the poor thing, he'd wake up to sight of Moon holding Lunar in a near death grip, sobbing hysterically as he babbled out barely coherent apologies while trembling violently

After a while, he figured out that simply letting Moon hold his little brother closely while Sun rubbed up and down his back in a circular motion until he calmed down a bit seemed to be the most effective

Once Moon wasn't literally hyperventilating, Sun would pull his traumatized twin into his arms, holding him closely before gently ushering them both to lay back down

He'd just lay there with Moon in his arms and Lunar sandwiched between the two of them

It's a truly heartwarming sight

#fnaf sb #fnaf fantasy au #heavy angst #but only at the beginning #the rest of it is hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #tw attempted rape #tw rape mention #tw abuse #tw mentioned death #hurt/comfort #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf lunar

[timesnewreader]

I don’t read a lot of stuff rated T or High School AUs anymore because I’m 23 and I’m a heathen, but this one has got me hooked. It’s really fun story, and I actually like that Aemond is a bit of an asshole for a while, like true to his character and he has an arc which I like. It’s very sweet and is leaning towards fixit now which is also fun👍👍 (Tw there is an attempted assault in Chapter 2)

#timesnewrecs #fic rec #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #reader insert #tw attempted rape #tw attempted assault

[hidinginawell]

One thing about the NYPD is that they'll be as useful and respectful as an essential oil at a funeral when they get called bc a guy climbs several stories up my fire escape to break in my window at midnight and proceeds to ask me invasive personal questions when I wake up and pull out a knife, but you can bet your ass they'll arrest the churro ladies every time they catch them selling churros and water and gum in the subway stations. Infuriating.

#praxis is that i saw another lady further in the station with her cart and warned her in my shit spanish so she could clear out before they #got further in #acab #1312 #nyc #tw attempted rape

[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 1

Round 3

TW: child abuse, emotional abuse, mass murder, manipulation, attempted murder, drowning, sexual abuse, rape

Titania propaganda

Cordelia propaganda

#worst mother throwdown #worst fictional mother throwdown #october daye titania #october daye #october daye series #diabolik lovers cordelia #diabolik lovers #tw child abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw mass murder #tw manipulation #tw attempted murder #tw drowning #tw sex assault #tw sex abuse #tw rap3 #rape tw

[lunar-years]

and like, the thing about the amsterdam james lore was that if they wanted a james redemption, they could have used that as an opportunity to soft launch it! "my dad took me to amsterdam and we actually had a good time, but after we got back home he started drinking again and things got bad again." i still dont think thats justification for jamie reconnecting with him, but at least we could have canon evidence he was an okay dad when sober. but no, they doubled down, and made trying to kill a main character somehow *not* the worst thing james had done

Yeah I think what's most crazy is that scene solidified in my own mind so many missing pieces in my own headcanoned Jamie lore. We learnt SO much in that scene and not one single piece of information pointed towards "this is a character who is going to not only recover but act as a non-negative presence in Jamie's life."

New information I gathered from the Amsterdam scene:

As you pointed out, physical/emotional abuse of his son and nearly murdering Beard are not the topmost crimes on James Sr.'s scorecard.

leading into, Jamie is a csa victim

Jamie doesn't remember it happening. we've discussed at length what that could stem from and yes there are multiple explanations but. well. uhh. none of them are good. i think.

Others disagree, and that's completely fine, but I very much think the scene is coded as This Is The First Time Jamie Has Told Anyone What Happened and Roy is Now the Only Person Who Has this Information.

At the time of taking Jamie to Amsterdam, James Sr. was trying to get back together with Georgie and playing up the "Superdad" routine

Others disagree with this as well, but I read that line as Jamie implying it was neither the first nor last time James had tried those tactics (and possibly been successful at one or more points, we don't know one way or another)

Georgie allowed Jamie to go to Amsterdam with James and then presumably allowed James to continue seeing Jamie afterwards (we're given no information to the contrary, anyway)

So taking all of that together, to me it's not just the confirmation that the abuse Jamie suffered at his father's hands was even more abhorrent than we thought or that Jamie's trauma runs deeper than we previously thought. It's also evidence that Jamie has never been in a position where he's felt comfortable with confronting that trauma and has yet to unpack all of the things he has gone through.

Furthermore, the scene hints that what we see at the end of s3 is (imo quite possibly) not the first time James has been in rehab or at least claimed to have sobered up or shown signs of recovery, only to fall back into his old ways shortly afterwards. This is indicated by Georgie allowing him to take their son out of the country, which (considering we meet her later in the season and get a sense of her character, including her deep love for her son) I cannot imagine her doing had James been obviously still a drunk. This is also why I personally believe Jamie hasn't told her what happened, because he continues to see his father after he returns. I just can't see Georgie allowing that had she known.

None of this sets the scene for a successful James recovery arc. In fact, for me it makes the whole thing worse and so unlikely to end for good because 1) Jamie forgives his father before even processing everything his father did to him, and without informing any of the people closest to him, let alone consulting an actual professional. This to me does not indicate Jamie is in the right mental place to be embarking on this new journey. 2) There is absolutely a more-than-plausible chance James Sr.'s current rehab stint will follow the same cycle as times previous: he's better for a while. he's superdad! until he's not. and Jamie as usual becomes collateral damage.

I therefore am forced to conclude Jamie could very well be opening himself up to more hurt and more pain at his father's hands, when he hasn't even dealt with his current backload of hurt and pain. If we were supposed to feel hopeful in the final scene where Jamie visits him--I have to say, because of what THEY told us and wrote about their backstory, I feel anything but.

#jamie tartt #james tartt sr #tw csa #tw abuse #tw rape #asks #ted lasso #ted lasso critical #it's just. so badly written if they wanted us to be hopeful. #obviously I think anyone can recover even if they haven’t from past attempts but. #they gave us every reason to be worried about Jamie!! they did that!!

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Female reader x Troy Otto after he "died" the reader was the one who stabbed him after he got to grabby you her she stabs with his knife and ran off she the only doctor so she valuable to the group he would also like his knife back. Maybe after a couple month he finds her and I would like some choking but anything would good

SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER!!! I hope you enjoy it.

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto X Fem Reader (third person for some reason cause that's what happened)

WARNINGS: It's made for FTWD so you should know the basics. +SMUT (read at your own risk. I'm nobody's mom) +Choking +Somewhat past possible attempt at r**e but he didn't didn't and he'd have stopped.

“Turns out being stabbed a second time hurts more than the first.”

“Good. I meant for it to hurt.” Her voice cut through the air like his knife did as it cut through his muscle. Her features showed no sign of surrender or fear, only sincerity in her words as the torch flame flickered their shadows on the cement walls. 

Troy raised both hands in surrender, his eyes glancing down to the same knife once stained with his own blood and back into her eyes. His shoulders tensed under his black jacket as her knuckles faded to a paler color gripping the handle of the sharp blade tighter. She had no reason to trust Troy after the last meeting the two had, yet, looking at the man out of his element and with no one around to make him feel taller than he already was, there was a certain chord he hit somewhere in her stomach. She didn’t feel that she was in danger, rather and oddly the opposite.

“Maybe it hurt a bit more because of who it came from.” He stood still as a tree, looking back to the woman through his eyelashes subconsciously. He was here on a mission to bring her back, but seeing her now and the life she’s had since that day months ago made a pit in his stomach open and swallow his heart whole. 

It had been 6 months give or take since she fled. Fled into the cold, rainy night unsure of what terrors where beyond the small compound. But she had to go, at least that’s what her body told her to do in the moment, there was no turning back. It took about a month for her to miss what she had. A roof over head, food and water, and most of al the protection that one Mister Otto provided. 

Ever since day 1 of finding the group, back when there was only a few of them, she could always feel something different with Troy than with any of the other men or women. He looked at her different. Talked to her different. He acted, well, gentler with her than anyone else even as the group grew to more than a few dozen. He told her on multiple occasions how they all needed her… how he needed her. 

He said that same thing the night everything changed. 

“You didn’t listen and forced my hand, Troy. Do you think I like starving out here on my own? I couldn’t come back and deal with any possibilities of YOU.” 

Ouch. Troy felt her words like a punch in the jugular. His eyes couldn’t hide the wince of pain he felt as his blue and white orbs fell to the ground at her boots astrown with holes. He thought back to that night, a night that has haunted him since. The look in her eyes when he felt the searing heat of his own blade slicing his flesh open. The apprehension that was once in her eyes now flickered with rage as she looked directly into his one good eye, pulling the blade back with force and bolting out the door, leaving his howls of pain and his own anger behind her. 

She left him alone. A nightmare he had only ever shared with her. 

“I know,” Troy’s entire expression fell like the edges of his lips. Her grip on the blade loosened as he continued. 

“I have regretted that night since, regretted what I tried to do and-” his eyes caught ahold of hers, both stomachs dropping at the same time before he continued. “-not listening to you. All those times that I told you that the group needed you, I wasn’t lying. They need you more than they need me so if that’s what it takes then-” 

“You’re going to leave for me to come back?” She cut Troy off mid sentence, shocking them both. The grin pulling at the ends of his lips to her question secured the answer both knew, but Troy was honestly questioning if he would do as he said for her. 

“Is that really what you want, darling?”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t you call me that, Troy.”  His voice changed back to the Troy she knew, the Troy that made her so irritated and yet welcomed and needed. His little pet name she only ever heard him reserve for her. She hated how much she loved it, but now was not the time for his little mind games. 

“Look-” Troy lowered his hands, resting both comfortably on his hips with his head rolling back in a stretch before meeting her gaze again. “-I know where you’re at now so the option is to come back with me willingly now or I’ll carry you kicking and screaming and the walkers can pick us both off together then leaving the group without a doctor or a leader.” 

The look he gave was unfaultering even through his bluff. She knew Troy wouldn’t force her to accompany him if she didn’t want to, and looking around the small cement room she didn’t have many reasons to NOT want to go back. But she knew if she didn’t go now, he’d end up sending a large enough group to her coordinates that she’d have to leave. It was a decision of eating roadkill for another week or not, and the growing smirk on the brunette's face solidified the answer. 

“You’re not getting your knife back.” 

“Oh c’mon!” She returned the smirk, sliding the sharp, freezing blade into the back of her jeans whilst kicking dirt on the smoldering fire, dimming the light in the room to the single lantern behind the tall brunette. 

A pit in her stomach arose, looking back at the small dug out she called home for the last few months before carrying on behind the footsteps of Troy Otto.

Her nuisance.

Her monster.

Her torment.

Her protector.

And possibly, her savior.  

As night ran into day, both she and Troy’s speed wavered. His footsteps lagged with each step whilst her hands pulled her weight forward tree after tree, both too stubborn to say it was time for a rest. 

Suddenly, a low growl came from the ditch 5 feet from their left. One growl turned into 5 moans, turned into 10 grunts and so on. Both stopped in their steps, hearing the rumbling below the dirt embankment grow with each step they took. 

Sharing a glance, She pushed Troy’s shoulder towards the sound, egging him to go see what they are facing. 

Begrudgingly, Troy cautiously snuck to the edge of the embankment, peering over for a heartbeat or two before a few large footsteps brought him back to her. His hands resting on her upper arms, somehow soothing, while his eye searched the surroundings opposite from the sounds. 

“C’mon, this way,” Troy whispered into her ear before pulling one hand along behind his back. She didn’t pull away, didn’t even notice what he’d done until the cold recaptured her skin moments later. 

As the sun set on another night somehow still breathing, she watched as Troy set traps surrounding the small camp you both had made within only a few good minutes. He swore he would stay awake throughout the night, keeping watch, and yet he paced the perimeter around the small camp fire you’d made, placing leaves and anything that would alert to movement around. 

As he finally sat opposite of her, she couldn’t helo the smile that arose her lips. 

“What?” Troy asked, his cheeks heating from within. That look, the look he’d only ever felt from her made his stomach ache with a hunger he’d only felt a handful of times. He rose to his feet once more, turning to hide the flush he knew she’d be able to see on his skin. 

“Oh c’mon, Troy. Don’t be like that!” Her tone changed to playful and open, like she once was with  him. Glancing down at her shivering fingers, the realization set in. She hadn’t felt this way, hadn’t sounded like that, since she’d been in his company. And even then, it was only ever in HIS company. 

“Come sit. Please?” 

A large breath left Troy’s chest, battling his own heart and mind was something he was used to but having her here again made his whole body numb. He finally obliged, turning on a heel and padding his large footsteps ever softly on the dirt towards her. Looking around one more time for any signs of the deead, or worst any living, before taking a seat beside her. His nose once again thanking him for the fire light in the dense cold. 

“You saved my ass back there,” Her words were soft, sincere. “So thank you, I guess. If it was just me again I probably would have been toast.” 

“You would have been fine, I’m sure.” Troy played with the scar on the back of his left palm. His right thumb digging into the rough scales of skin, the heat she gave off next to him nearly matched that of the fires. It felt good, warm. Yet, he the uneasy feeling was unwavering. 

“You‘ve known that all this-” she gestured to their surroundings. “-This was never MY strong suit. I patch up the people that are good at this kind of thing. People like YOU.” 

She earned a chuckle from the brunette, his shoulders shaking slightly bringing his eyes back up to meet the fires dancing flames. 

“I suppose you always did do a pretty decent job at fixing me up.”

“DECENT?! Oh, I did a whole hell of a lot better than decent with the stitches in your bicep, or your calf, or your left, and don’t forget about the right pec. I bet you can’t even tell you ever were wounded.” 

“You didn’t do a very good job on my thigh-” Troy stopped after that one word. He shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn't have brought it up. Dead silence fell between the two, not even the crickets had the guts to make a sound. 

“I made sure to not hit your femoral vein if that’s any consolation.” Her voice was that of a mouse. So quiet that Troy wasn’t sure if he had merely imagined it. Until he glanced slowly in her direction, catching that look of shame she had only shown once or twice, making his frown shift. 

He wanted to give her a side eye, cautionary and intense, but he had decided to sit on her right which meant his side eye had to be a full look over for his good eye to catch the way she sucked in air through gritted teeth.

Smooth Troy, very smooth. 

He felt her weight shift a tad, looking over to see her body in a full shiver before trying to hide it again. He rolled his jacket off his broad shoulders, catching the back and draping the hefty coat around her. The look she gave him didn’t need words, as he gave a half smile and turned back towards the glowing flames. 

What seemed like hours had passed in silence, comfortable silence, before Troy felt her weight lean into his side. His head swiveled in her direction, his breath caught in his throat when he felt the closeness of their faces in the dimming light. 

She didn’t turn away this time when he gave into his impulse. His flesh melting with her own. He never fully understood how humans had the ability to somehow find their partner’s lips in the dark until that moment when everything seemed to click. 

Neither one was expecting this, rather the opposite. She was expecting to not live to see their group again and he’d figured she was going to end him with his own knife one night in his sleep. But as life has it, something in their fate changed. 

Feeling his warmth only inches from her, she caved. Pressing her weight into him in a full kiss, her eyes drifting closed taking in his lips, his scent, his touch. Both grasping for skin as they weaved their lips together, his tongue nudging at her bottom lip while his hands roamed her body.. 

A sudden pressure was released from her waste band. Cool air drifting over exposed skin as Troy’s lips curved against the pulse of her neck. His chest wavered with a deep chuckle as his head fell backwards with a toothy grin in a croak of laughter. 

“This is mine now,” Troy waved his knife in the air above the two, like a child finally getting back their favorite toy. “Well... again.”

Sitting back on her elbows, the woman shook her head slowly, unable to help the grin growing on her features. He was such a literal pain in the ass but when he was like this, when he wasn’t so serious and did that little giggle of his she couldn’t help but fall further down his rabbit hole. 

His eye caught hers again, shadows flickering in the movement of the flames at their feet as he curled one arm around her torso moving to hover over her form without ant loss of eye contact. He was afraid he’d see that fear in her irises again like the last time they were this close, but he caught submission, adoration, maybe some excitement instead. 

His body moved against hers, clothing against disheveled clothing causing friction against both their skin. She was sure he could feel the heat radiating through her body where his hips rolled against hers. His sweet moan filling her senses as his eye bore down on her. His eye grew dark, lustful, wanting more than just the friction of clothing. He wanted to warm her up in the cool dark night in more ways than just this. 

The small bite of her lip and a nod gave him all the leeway he needed. Not a second passed before his lips were suctioned back onto hers. His tongue forced its way through partially opened lips as his fingertips did the same to her waistband. She was in such a flurry she didn’t even realize where his hand had disappeared to until his lips traveled to her ear, whispering how wet she had become before a wave of heat ran up her spine, arching her back against his touch as his cold hand palmed her most sensitive bundle of nerves. 

Choking on air, she breathed deeply into the skin exposed on Troy’s neck above her. Her fingernails gripped the jean jacket covering his shoulders as he nipped little bites down her neck and onto her chest. His movements faltered as he glanced up, catching sight of the woman clenching her eyes closed, teeth gritted on her bottom lip sure to cause blood. Something about that aroused Troy further, quickening his hand free from her jeans and making short work at removing the slightly damp piece of clothing. 

Staring down at her form, Troy felt his member twitch, longing to be free from it’s confines. She wore a simple pair of blue panties that caressed her just right, barely covering her modesty from what he could see in the dimming fire light. Her thighs twitched under his gaze, her meat looking as delicious as the shy giggle that escaped her swollen lips. 

His gaze shifted up her body, taking note of every cut and bruise that covered it before locking gaze with her again. Her eyes had darkened as his did as he shrugged his light jacket off, throwing it towards a tree to their left. His white T-shirt following suit. 

From where she lay, she could see the bulge in Troy’s pants shiver with every movement she made beneath him. Her foot nudged his ass whilst he removed his shirt earning a throaty groan from the brunette between her legs. She scanned his body in the shadows, her gaze stopping on the last wound she cured. A large scar on his abdomen still ever present as a wave of his cries of pain fled like a stream through her ears. 

Troy saw the way her eyes changed, knowing she was occupied elsewhere in that pretty little mind. Clearing his throat, he regained her attention only to give her a little show taking off his jeans. He forgot she hadn’t seen the scar she herself gave him until the moment her eyes once again fell. Her fingers reached out, pulling her to sit in front of him as she ghosted her fingertips over the scaled skin. 

She sure did a good job leaving her mark. 

Troy gave her a moment, but no longer than that before his fingertips caressed her chin. His callouses rubbed her soft, cold skin raising her attention to look him in the eye. The smirk she was met with sent another shiver down her spine, this time accompanied by a hefty gulp and a new warmth dripping from her core. 

One hand dipped lower, finding her folds with ease, applying just enough pressure to earn a whimper from her as his other hand draped around her neck. With a catch in her breath, her eyes shot open with a smirk feeling his fingertips close around delicate skin. 

Her own fingers traced harder over the scales on his thigh but eventually gave in to his touch, leaning backward until her back once again met the cold, hard dirt. Her hands dug small scrapes through the pine needles cushioning around her. Troy’s grip on her throat didn’t relent as his other hand delved one digit, now warmed between the two, into her glistening core. With every pulse that clenched down on his finger, his own member reciprocated. 

The cold air around them was a welcomed element. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist her much longer as he rubbed his clothed cock on her inner thigh. 

He wanted her to need him. 

He waited for her to need him. 

He needed her to need him. 

As his name dripped from her lips, Troy couldn’t hold back any longer. He didn’t waste time undressing any further as he pulled his underwear down just enough to release his begging cock before replacing his finger with a much larger fulfillment. 

He watched as her eyes clenched shut, a single tear running from one corner of her eye glistening from the shallowly dancing flames. His grip on her neck released at the feeling of her nails raking down his bicep. Her touch melded with the sweet smell of her arousal and gasps of breaths, his thrusts unrelenting. Filling her to the brim over and over. Watching her face contort in ecstasy whilst he sucked in his bottom lip to keep from silent. The only thing he couldn’t muffle were the grunts and groans that escaped him and the sound of bet skin meeting wet skin with such force and need that would make even a nun blush. 

Troy felt her begin to spasm in an eruption of an orgasm. 

It was in her breathing. It was in her nails grazing his skin. It was in the way her body contracted around his cock. It was in the way she whispered sweet-nothings only he will ever know as she bit down on his shoulder, surely leaving yet another one of her marks on his skin. 

He knew he needed to pull out, his own release matching hers. But the way she felt, how she looked, the way she smelled and sounded filled his senses and all Troy could think about was painting those glorious, tight walls of her with his seed. It was a dangerous game they were playing, he knew that. 

And still he did as he pleased. 

His body fell atop hers. All strength leaving him in his release as he collapsed above her, limp dick still within her walls feeling every pulse her body made. 

Everything was silent, the world seemed to disappear as the two soaked up each others heat as the sweat balls rolled off each others skin and into the earth below. 

When the sun began to rise, shining brilliantly through the fog lifting from the tree tops, the pair shared a look. 

“We should get going I suppose. One more day to camp, right?”

Troy nodded silently, a small grin returning to his swollen lips as he chewed his tongue slightly. “I’ve been used to sleepless nights, but this one took a bit more out of me so keep it slow.” 

The woman giggled hopping to her feet and extending an open hand down to Troy, both fully knowing if he took it he'd pull them both down.

“Who knew you’d be such a little chatter box after intimacy, Mr. Otto. The sleeplessness wasn’t fully my fault I do recall.” 

Troy leaned his head back against the tree where both were once propped up on, a toothy smile adorn on his tired and satisfied face. His chest heaving with a silent laugh before shoeing her hand away with a grunt to his feet.   

#troy otto #ftwd #fear the walking dead #daniel sharman fic #troy otto fanfic #troy otto smut #troy otto fic #troy otto x fem reader #tw: choking #tw: somewhat attempted rape #idk what to call that #it wasn't cause he would have stopped #but i didn't have the brain power to write that #nom-nom writes

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do you know any fics in which one of them (preferably blaine) gets their drink spiked? thanks!!

Here are two possibilities - trigger warnings for both! ~Jen

Harmless by JennMel

Blaine was wrong. Sebastian isn't harmless. He's the kind of guy who buys you a beer, who dances with you, who waits, watching for your spiked drink to kick in, who wants to get you alone where no one can find you.

An alternate version of the scene at Scandals in s3ep5 The First Time, and the aftermath it creates. Trigger warnings for attemped rape/con-con

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Inevitable by mmerainbows

Canon to S4, but filler for what I would have liked to see actually happen regarding Blaine's cheating.

Kurt thought he had reached the point where he could forgive Blaine, and move on with his own life, keeping Blaine as his best friend and nothing more. However, when the truth comes out about what happened, Kurt returns to Blaine to help him. Trigger warnings for non consensual sex and depression.

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #TW: attempted rape/non con/rape #spiked drink