#tw. violence

[rie-092]

DEAREST ADVISOR.

❥. yandere! emperor x advisor! reader

• liam luwelton was one of the most famous emperor on the history of lobelia empire. while he was praised for being a good and powerful ruler. he was also famous for being a womanizer who hook up with so many girls yet, he didn't even chosen any of them to be his empress.

• don't blame him, he likes having fun. but he hates when he got attached or tied to something that will hinder him. he was only doing this for his own entertainment after all. no one stayed on his side for so long anyways, well maybe except to the captain of his imperial knights, warren, his childhood friend.

• that was the main reason why he became surprised when warren's younger sister, you, became his advisor. the most amusing part was warren is the one who recommended you. hmm, it seemed like your brother doesn't even care about the fact that liam's mother, the previous empress, fired all the female servants after knowing her son's tendencies to, uhm... seduce them.

• that was the main reason why he was excited to finally meet you. the famous sister of his friend. he wanted to know how long will it take for you to became smitten and obsessed with him? ahh, just thinking about it makes liam so excited.

• but you were fucking different that he expected. who in the hell is in the right mind to greet the emperor for the first time while wearing a damn pyjamas? what the fuck? as far as he knew, you were the damn daughter of a duke. so, what in the hell was wrong with your fashion sense?

• well, keeping your fuvked up fashion aside. you were indeed good at your job. even though you can be pretty hard headed sometimes, you were able to carry yourself with so much confidence and boy, oh boy. he likes it so much.

• maybe, that time when he basically threaten you to wear an appropriate dress to attend a certain banquet with him. was the time when he realized that he fucked up. yeah, his motto that 'no string attached' crumbled down as he saw your annoyed face when the maids' dressed you up with the most elegant dress that he gifted for you. and the fact that you got drunk that night and mumbled some cute nonsense didn't helped either. fuck. the main reason why he got you drunk anyways is to fuck you. but damn, he can't bring himself to do it since you looked so cute while clinging to him for support!

• as a yandere, liam was overbearing and posessive. gosh, this guy is unhinged and practically crazy. he's an emperor for the petesake! he killed his siblings to ascend to the throne. so don't expect that he's a nice guy!

• those times that he escaped the palace just to go outside and hook up with girls? yup, he stopped doing that for you. expect that while working, his eyes were focused on your every move. you talk to other guy other than him and warren? expect that he will be fired the next day. and why is that? well, it's your fault.

• he was now fine with you working in your pyjamas, you're so cute wearing that after all! but, in exchange he will increase your workload 10x because he knew that you always goes home after finishing your work, he just wants to spend the whole day with you!

• don't even think of quiting, darling. because liam will not let you to do so. unfortunately, he was able to wrap his pretty fingers around you with you being unaware of it. ahh, he just loves how clueless you are when liam fired all the male servants on his palace and replaced it with the female ones to make sure they you won't be able to flirt with them while working.

• all in all, liam is head over heels for you. he wants you for himself to the point that he spread the rumour about you being the next empress of the prestigious lobelia empire. just to shackle you by his side.

• but of course, your usual playful older brother doesn't like it at all. so be ready, because just like a prince on the fantasy stories that the two of you read before. he will do anything to save you, his precious little sister even if it means he needs to burn down the whole empire and kill liam for you. i mean, when you were a kid, you mentioned that you wanted to be a ruler. so just sit back and let your big brother, warren do the work <3.

“ our love comes first, everything is secondary.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere x reader #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #imagines #tw. curse #tw. violence #tw. dark content #tw. manipulation #tw. isolation #tw. obsession #tw. mention of killing.

[maddyguru]

hi!! i know that you’re not rlly used to writing for toji but can u do a Dad!Toji where he misses Mamaguro so much that he just took the habits of forcefully taking his need on his daughter? :v

Tw: dark content, father/daughter incest, non con, loss of virginity, toji has virgin kink?, creampie, minors and antis, do not interact

Toji loves his wife; she was the only one who could ever ignite that fire of love in his cold heart and so, he spent his days with his beloved woman until fate had decided that she would leave him behind in her early 30s.

It was a cruel fate that God had planned for him- putting him in this miserable world with his miserable family and then gifting him the most perfect woman he could ever think of and provide the love he craved, only to take her away from him just like that. She slipped right through his fingers. She was gone, leaving him and their little girl behind.

And as the young girl grew, the depressed toji began to see that she was oh so much alike to his late wife- her face, her mannerism, and her voice, they were all so close to the young girl's mother. And it led him to think,

That God didn't really forget about him. God took away his beloved wife, only to replace her with their pretty daughter.

You were his to love. To own. To take. Who else would want and love you if not your own old man? Ah, God didn't forget about Toji after all.

He snuck into your room at night, waking you up from your slumber only to start ripping away your clothes that he provided to you. He couldn't atop himself from the urge to claim what is his- he ignored your scared cries as you lie naked, bare in front of him like your mother once was- only, she wasn't crying from fear.

When toji took your first time, he cried. Because God really made you to be his. Your virginity was proof that you are his to own, and that you were waiting for him all along. His cock twitched excitedly at the feeling of your gummy, tight, and velvety pussy and the droplets of your virgin blood running down his cock. You were crying so hard and begged him to take out his huge cock; but you didn't understand. No matter. He will make you understand.

It didn't really hurt him when he starts fucking you. Although, he's sure that your body and mind is hurting at this moment. His sloppy thrust was alien to you, given that you've never fucked anyone before. Toji wished he could do something about you crying and having a panic attack from his actions, but his happiness is what matters most. Yours come second.

"dad, please, stop..."

"dad, it hurts..."

"dad, it's too much..."

"dad, please..."

"dad, I'm bleeding..."

Your pleas were left unheard, as he continued using you again and again and cumming inside your pure womb.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #tw.smut #tw. noncon #tw.blood #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw. violence

[vampiric-tempt]

Kinktober | 03

≡ violence | reiko x gn!reader * ˚ ✦

tw ➤ nsfw, smut, violence, mentions of blood, choking, bruising, biting + marks

a/n: this one is longer than usual :O I was cooking it up with this one

❥・*。You snarled, your hand covering the now forming bruise on the side of your face. "Can't you relax, Reiko?"

Reiko huffed readying into a fighting stance. "Your fault for being so fucking pathetic and weak. Learn how to back up your false claims."

You rolled your eyes. It was just the two of you in Reiko's personal training room which so happened to be because you couldn't keep your mouth shut, boasting how you could beat him in a fight.

"Fuck you," You spat, irking the warrior. He let out a low growl before charging at you once again. Only this time, his swings were much harder and relentless. You were struggling to counter each strike as he only left room for you to be on the defensive. His last swing, however, knocked you back into a wall, the impact forcing the air out of you.

"Reiko!" You strained out as his hand slammed onto your throat. He squeezed just enough to make you light-headed. You glared into his eyes, tired from his barrage of attacks.

"Give up." Reiko hisses.

You glare into his eyes as he peered down at you. You wanted to kick him in the nuts so badly, but you knew it would only result in a worse outcome. A few moments passed of just silent tension when suddenly you felt Reiko's other hand wipe away a drip of blood from your lips.

You frowned, quickly looking to him for an explanation.

"Tsk," Reiko pushed himself away, releasing you from his grasp. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Do what?" You ask sternly.

He stepped back into your space once again. His chest nearly touching yours. "Make me want you. Need you." He grabbed your chin, surprisingly not as rough as you expected him to. "You make me mad, annoyed, and I despise you. You fight me even though you know you'll lose every time. But-" He pauses for a moment. "I enjoy it every fucking time. Seeing you fight, seeing you hurt...it excites me."

You huffed in disbelief. "You're shit at confessing your feelings y'know."

"Would you rather I demonstrate y/n?" He tilted his head teasingly.

Now this caught you off guard. Many thoughts coursed through your head at once and it ignited a welcoming feeling in your core. You smirked, keeping up a confident composure. "I think I like the sound of that..."

With that, Reiko shoved you against the wall once again, his knee placing itself between your thighs. He pulled you into a heated kiss completely overrun by carnal desires. Your own hands feverishly traveling down his body and hooking your fingers on the band of his trousers.

Reiko chuckled into the kiss. "Desperate little one, aren't you?"

"C'mon, let's get to the fun part." You whined.

Reiko smirked, freeing his hardened cock and helping you undress. "Fuck," Reiko groaned taking in the bruises littering your skin. The bruises he gave you. "All marked up by yours truly."

He was quick to be on you again. His fingers playing with your arousal, prepping you just for him. You moaned at the feeling, thighs already shaking from just his hands. You were in pure bliss, but Reiko didn't want you coming undone just yet, his fingers pulling away.

He lifted your legs to be hooked around his waist, only having the wall and Reiko to support you. "Gonna fuck you so good." Reiko says before sinking you down onto his cock. You gasped feeling your walls stretch just for him. Reiko let out a strained breathe, finally filling you with the whole of his throbbing cock.

He began to thrust his hips upward, fucking you against the wall.

"Reiko, fuck-" You tossed your head back as Reiko hit your g-spot. He smirked at the reaction he inflicted on you, beginning to thrusts at that spot over and over again.

You moaned shutting your eyes as his hips roughly bucked into you. You tried your best to keep quiet, biting down onto Reiko's own neck to muffle your cries. Your teeth piercing his skin as the taste of iron reached your tastebuds. Reiko groaned in pleasure, enjoying every bit of it.

The sounds of his grunts and his hips slamming into yours filled the room, both of you drunk with pleasure. He growled feeling your hands begin to rake along his back, desperately trying to handle the pleasure he was giving you.

You were nearing your end, his dick filling you and his hands digging into your bruised hips. You knew there'd be nail marks all over you by the end of it. Everything just felt too good. "I'm gonna cum Reiko!" You whined, your legs squeezing his hips as your orgasm rippled through. "Reiko!" You gasped out, vision fading black for a few moments.

Reiko groans as your walls clenched his dick. It drove him crazy as he pushed you further into the wall, completely trapping you. He continued fucking you through your orgasm as he strived to reach his own.

You cried out, feeling him grow sloppier and rougher with each thrust until his body tensed, his cum coating your insides. "So fucking good," He groaned. "Look at you."

You were out of breath, body limp. If it weren't for Reiko's support you'd have fallen to the ground by now. "We should fight more if this will be the end result each time." You huffed out.

You felt Reiko's hands massage your hips, the bruises making you squint lightly.

"And I'll have you screaming my name every time."

╰┈➤ other kinktober 2023 mk1 works

#mortal kombat smut #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #tw. violence #kinktober 2023 #tw.blood #gender neutral reader #mortal kombat x reader #reiko x reader #mdni

[malekiddo]

tw. violence 

I really like to thing a lot about love cult. 

I guess sometimes it’s can be a really dark place with violent rules about “special ones” inside cult. 

Here I wanted to show how they just burning persones, who was left alone.  They thinks, that “only love of Malcolm” can help them to save hearts.

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #dhmis shrignold #dhmis special one #dhmis love cult #comics #comic #tw. violence !!!!!! #tw. violence #be careful pleace! #by the way #its fun

[meowdarame]

𝟗𝟒𝟗 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: fwb!hajime iwaizumi x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 (𝟐𝟏). 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐈𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞. You pique the interest of the handsome stranger at your college gym, but little does he know about your troubled past. Ever patient and ever kind, Hajime helps you pick up the broken pieces of your shattered heart, but more questions arise about the nature of your “relationship” as it blossoms— what is he to you? Is he a friend who you can call for a good time, or something more?

warnings: explicit/dark content, 18+ MINORS DNI. heavy themes of SA/noncon (only mentions, none during the duration of the story), PTSD, and hyper-sexuality as a trauma response. chapters will contain smut, fluff, and angst, and all warnings will be appropriately tagged per chapter. reader discretion is extremely advised!

notes: after nearly 8 months of sitting in my drafts, i finally think i’m ready to publish this long-fic. this story is extremely personal to me (in fact, it closely mirrors my own experiences), and so while it may not be the most immersive nor relatable, it’ll give you the most insight into who i am as a person and what i care about. hajime in this story is an homage to my loved ones who were there for me post-assault— a mixture of their amazing traits and caring actions that helped me through dark times. all in all, this fic is a love letter to those around me, to the area i grew up in, and to myself for overcoming something that i thought i never would.

special thanks to: @christeningsakusa for beta-reading and @bxnten for helping me with the masterpost!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

the crooks that try to steal your heart

us in a king-size, keep it a secret

put your hands on my body (and see the real me)

lock it up and put me in your pocket, love

why aren’t you smiling? (W.A.Y.S.)

epilogue | a final word from the author

taglist: @/christeningsakusa @/bxnten @sunat2508 @petalsrdead @crystal-lilac @devilgirlcrybabiey @ohtobiors @frenchtoastmafia @miya-dynasty @sabyss @rinsie @chaotic-fangirl-blog @semisgroupie @rueren @portfolio-of-dreams @arozaur @hyeque @withlovetengen @momoewn + want to join my taglist for this series? leave a comment or join my general taglist here!

#🎲.writes #🎲.fics #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu series #haikyuu smut #haikyuu dark content #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi dark content #tw.dark content #tw.trauma #tw.noncon #tw.ptsd #tw. violence #tw.coping mechanism #tw.mental health

[angelprinz]

look at me. i need you to need me. every time i hit you it’s because i can’t let others see that pretty crying face of yours. you’re mine only, that’s why you’re bruised all over with my loving marks. you deserve it, you’re so beautiful with tears in your eyes.

#laven_talks #tw. violence #tw. dark content #am i a yandere or just plain abusive

[dd122004dd]

Their Mother 2

The mother of the Eldritch terrors wants to retireve them from the Spellmans clutches.

This is for @liliyhsblog who asked me for a part 2. I hope its as satisfying as part 1.

Warnings: Bloodshed, battles, tentacles, genocide, decapitation, murder, end of the world

~Previously~

“How stupid of you, to bring your only bargaining chip to the battlefield. One thing you seemed to have forgotten about Pandora’s box, is that it released all the plagues on the Earth.” Saying this, she opened the box, letting her children out once again, to destroy the Earth and consume it.

~

Watching the chaos unfold, the mother smiled with glee.

First from the box emerged darkness, her eldest daughter stood in all her shadowy glory. Her form was smokey, as if her powers could not decide on a final form. With hollowed out eyes and tiny obsidians embedded in her forehead, the eldest eldritch terror stood proud and tall. Glancing at her mother, she smiled till cracks appeared in her face. She turned towards the witches, quickly losing her smile.

Next came her son, the uninvited. He emerged from the box, disheveled with his untidy clothes and tangled hair. The mother tsked before waving her hand, immediately her son’s hair was returned to its former midnight glory, his hair was neatly braided like the Vikings of old. His sickle was sharpened and gleamed in the light while his clothes changed from tattered rags to armor, black leather armor that seemed easily penetrable yet worked as an impenetrable shield.

Glancing down at himself he smiled widely, giddy at his new attire. He smiled up at his mother, like he used to when he was still young. He nodded his head in gratitude and moved to embrace her but she stopped him. Reunions could wait for they were still in serious danger from the coven before them.

After him came her third son, the weird. They slithered out of the box, an octopus-like mass crawled to the mother then climbed up her body, perching itself on her shoulder.

Grinning widely at the Weird’s presence she gently ran her fingers over their head, restoring them to their original form. Feeling the familiar power running through their body the weird morphed into their original form which they had lost millennia ago. On first glance they looked deceptively human, an androgynous human yet on closer glance one would notice their hands shifted from tentacles to fingers and back. On their tongue were suckers, meant to pull in their victims.

Cracking their neck unnaturally the weird glared fiercely at the coven before putting on a menacingly charming smile. His pearly teeth and insidious expression made the Spellmans’ almost wretch.

After the weird, the imp of the perverse emerged. Cradling her child’s golden statue, the mother was enraged. What had the mortals done to her child? How could they turn him into a mere trinket to use as they wished? Sighing in anger she whispered, “Awaken,” the moment the word left her lips the imp started moving, as if it were waking up after a long slumber. Ruby eyes stared at the mother before a sharp grin formed on the little creature’s face. Slowly the imp unveiled its tiny wings and perched itself on the mother’s shoulder, caressing the large golden globe in its hands with its tongue, tempted to pervert reality in accordance with its will.

Next came the cosmic. The being was an intimate part of the cosmos, the unattainable and uncontainable force took a mortal visage. The cosmos was a pale, lean man dressed in a hanfu woven from the very fabric of the universe itself with spinning galaxies and nebulas almost alive on the fabric. His long black tresses trailed down his back. He was the picture of tranquility yet within his mind, chaos reigned.

The returned took the form of a corpse, mostly well-preserved but rotting in a few places. She was deathly beautiful yet she moved unnaturally, as if she was a mere puppet for a puppeteer. She was dressed like a bride, lace covered her arms and a veil covered her hair yet her dress was stained with blood and dirt, as if she recently crawled out of a grave.

The twin of the void emerged next. He was a tall man in a black suit and a hat. Mysterious and strange the man looked like a regular human with his black gloves yet he was anything but. He was created to be the yang to her yin. He was supposed to satiate her hunger, the one in charge of caring for her yet after millennia away from her he was remiss in his duties, leading to her growing impoverished. He was and is, the endless.

Lastly the void emerged. The void took the form of a gaunt little girl in a white dress with frayed hair, a far cry from the terrifying terror she used to be. Hunched over, she gripped her stomach as her hollow eyes stared at the Spellman coven. Licking her lips with her black tongue she stared at her potential meal, prepared to temporarily satiate her hunger with the young coven when her mother stopped her.

The mother looked at her children, disappointed in their current state. She tsked before giving them a little of her power to sustain themselves. Her once powerful creations were reduced to their impoverished states by the measly coven before them. Yet she knew not even their patron goddess Hecate would be able to defend the coven if she chose to intervene.

The coven, however were unwilling to submit to the intimidating terrors and had instead called upon their allies. Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Demons, ghouls and other creatures of all kinds accompanied the Spellmans in a quest for the survival of their universe. Seeing the eldritch terrors out of Panadora’s box Hilda stepped forward saying, “Well, now that you have your ‘children’ back why don’t you leave us alone?”

Chuckling darkly she answered, “Because I want to see your bodies scattered on this field in pieces, I want to feel your metallic blood flowing down my throat as I claim the debt owed to me.”

“What debt?”

“Your lives.”

As soon as the words fell from her lips the battle commenced. The witches fought well, reciting spells and moving elegantly against the attacks of the terrors yet it was not enough. Many witches fell, many were ripped apart and others ran in an tempt to save themselves yet it was all for naught.

The once green grass was a sticky amber, decorated with various body parts. The last of the Spellmans, Hilda and Zelda stood at the center of the field, looking at their surroundings with anguish, their coven was obliterated, the angels and demons torn to shreds. The head of their beloved niece was in the hands of the mother as she grinned maniacally at the pair.

“So much hassle for a little half-born, and yet, she died so easily. I’m disappointed,” she said with mock disappointment before tossing the blonde head at the pair.

Hilda shuddered as she fell to her knees, her grief consuming her as Zelda stood her ground, willing her tears away.

“Now, for a special punishment for you, you shall see your world get destroyed before you, too are consumed,” saying this, the pair were frozen in their places as the mother motioned for her children to finish what they had started.

First came the darkness and her everlasting cold, no one could escape their sins, their guilt, her torment.

Second came the uninvited, he ripped through the populace, feasting on their unwelcoming hearts as his powers grew.

Third came the weird, succumbing the Earth in water, crushing humanity’s cities and submerging them with the creatures of the depths that laid in wait for centuries.

Fourth came the Imp, he corrupted reality, twisting the very foundations of nature akin to a child playing with playdough. His creations were maddening, confusing, chaotic, refusing to settle. The very foundations of reality were cracking, crumbling as he continued.

Fifth came the Cosmic, he brought together the three realms, Heaven, Hell and Earth, they crashed in a symphony of pained screams that echoed through the vastness till everything went silent.

Sixth came the Returned, the dead arose to bear witness to the end, the deceased tormented those who remained, those who fought, those who had hope.

Seventh came the Endless, he brought with him an endless cycle of torment for the mortals, a cycle of eternity only breakable by one. He imbued his powers into the chaotic Earth, creating an unending paradox.

Eight came the Void, the last, the end of all things, she consumed the chaotic, fractured reality with much glee. Finally, she was satiated for the first time in millennia.

In the seven days it took the Christian God to create the world, it took eight days to destroy his creations, the very foundations of his fragile reality were shattered by the Eldritch terrors, it was almost poetic.

After her thirst for revenge was satiated, the Mother took her children with her, into a different dimension in order to grow their own powers once more so that they’d never be as weak as they were, ever again.

Under their mother, the terrors flourished, their powers of destruction grew equal to the Element’s powers of creation. The Universe was now more balanced than it had been in centuries.

#original character #the chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina #eldritch terror #the mother #chilling adventures of sabrina spellman #end of the world #tw. violence #tw.dark content #tw.murder #tw.decapitation

[scribbling-dragon]

i have another prompt

jimmy has nightmares of being a canary thats dragged into a coal mine (could be a past life or just a comparison used to call him a harbinger of death from a young age)

every time, the dream ends with him dying to the cloying gasses, and he wakes up choking on nothing (and panicking because he thinks he's dying)

tango has nightmares of destroying the things he loves in a fit of rage while sitting just behind his eyes and screaminf for it all to stop (anger issues go brr)

every time the dream ends with him regaining control of himself at the worst moment, and getting killed for it and he wakes up with an ache in his chest

could be hurt/comfort or just angst, up to you

-❄️

difference between dreaming and living

Summary:

The cave has a yawning, gaping mouth. The darkness within it seems to spread outwards, leaking into the air around it and clawing its way towards him, curling around him, pulling him deeper in.

He can't do anything. He can't move.

There’s a knot in his throat that he’s trying to breathe around. It feels like he’s choking, breathing in even as his throat closes over, closing around the knot that seems to have lodged in his throat.

(AO3 Link)

(1,134 words)

this has quite graphic depictions of violence in the second half of this, please be mindful of that

(and, as always, reblogs help more than likes <3)

The cave has a yawning, gaping mouth. The darkness within it seems to spread outwards, leaking into the air around it and clawing its way towards him, curling around him, pulling him deeper in.

He can't do anything. He can't move.

There’s a knot in his throat that he’s trying to breathe around. It feels like he’s choking, breathing in even as his throat closes over, closing around the knot that seems to have lodged in his throat.

He can just barely see the entrance to the cave, a small pinprick of light in the distance seems to grow smaller and smaller as the seconds tick by. Time seems to trickle by, but the light seems to shoot away from him, becoming the size of a pinhead before he can even choke in another breath.

He knows what’s coming next, but he closes his eyes anyway, drawing his arms into himself, covering his chest as though to prevent his heart from beating straight out of his ribcage as it thunders in his chest. He closes his eyes, as though that can stop the gas and its thick, cloying smell.

It seems to clog his nose, the almost sweet, sickeningly sweet, taste filling his mouth. He wants to vomit, squeezing his eyes shut even further so he can't watch the gases swirl around him, closing closer and closer.

It won't stop. It can't stop.

He keeps his eyes shut anyway, wishing it away and hoping to just wake up.

It’s slow. Dragging it out over minutes, or it might be hours, it’s long enough to be either. He continues to breathe it in, the disgustingly thick air settling low in his lungs, swirling with each breath in and out, past the lump in his throat. It seems to fill his lungs with water, each breath painful and shuddering as he continues to heave, the taste of bile filling his mouth.

He chokes, bolting upright, hands at his throat as he gasps in a breath of blissfully tasteless air. He hears a murmur beside him, feels something shifting and he ducks his head forward, burying it in his hands as tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

He gasps in another breath, past the lump that remains lodged in his throat, even now, even after the dream is done and finished. He’s died again, called out the warning for the miners and served his purpose. And he can wake.

A hand settles on his shoulder, tentative and delicate. It’s barely there, a ghost of a touch that skims over his shoulder. He leans into it, turning to wrap his arms around Tango, pulling him close as his throat seems to close over. A sob tries to escape and results in an ugly, choked-off noise that barely breaks the silence.

Tango hushes him, running a soothing hand through his hair, over his wings, pulling him closer until he’s practically in his lap, arms still wrapped around his neck and tears dripping onto his shoulder.

They don't say anything. They never do. Tango keeps up the stroking of his hair, brushing it back and away from his face as he continues to hide it in Tango’s shoulder. He’s not awake enough yet to feel embarrassed, but he probably will in five, ten minutes; he’ll feel the hot shame wash over him as he realises he’s cried into Tango’s shoulder again over something so stupid. But he’s not awake enough yet, and he’ll allow himself this comfort for now. Even if he’ll feel guilty for it later.

--- --- ---

There’s blood under his nails, beneath his claws, lodged so deeply that he’s certain he’ll never get it out.

Something makes a noise behind him and he whirls, a snarl prepared on his lips, baring his teeth at the thing approaching him. It holds out a hand, a glimmer of metal shimmering in the other one as they heft it over their shoulder-

He leaps, barreling into their stomach and knocking them to the ground with an exhale of breath. They wheeze beneath his weight, and he glares into their face, seeing hardly anything apart from the red haze of his vision that seems to coat everything around him.

They choke, and he’s digging his hands into their neck, deeper and deeper, feeling the crunch of bones beneath his hands, claws curling further and further into their neck. Something hot and wet spills over his hands, and there’s a gargling noise below him, a half-uttered name spilling from the person’s lips.

He pulls back, hands coming away sticky and tacky, blood clinging to his hands. When he looks down his hands are covered in red. He doesn't notice the red haze that had settled over his eyes fading away, simply staring at his hands and the red that coats every inch. Inescapable.

He looks up, only registering that he’s kneeling on someone’s chest as his knees continue to dig into their ribs.

He chokes as he sees their face, the yellow feathers scattered behind them spattered in red. His neck is mangled, torn to shreds like a piece of butchered meat. He pulls back, standing on shaking legs as he continues to stare at Jimmy’s face.

He’s not dead yet. Why isn't he dead yet?

He can't escape from Jimmy, whatever way he turns he’s reminded of the state of his face, the way his throat had been torn to shreds and entirely ruined. He chokes on a breath, a tear escaping and slipping down his cheek.

His chest aches, and he welcomes the feeling, embracing it as it seems to seize his heart, gripping it in a too tight grip that seems to squeeze and squeeze, until his heart is crushed in the invisible grip.

He sobs as he wakes, turning and burying his face into the pillow as he shakes. There’s a wet patch by his eyes and a hand on his shoulder. He jerks away from it, rolling over and onto the floor with a crash.

Moonlight streams in through the window, illuminating Jimmy’s face in a silver glow. His neck is untouched, unstained by blood. His hands are the same when he brings them up to check. He chokes out another sob, chest heaving with the effort of it as he wobbles his way back to the bed.

Jimmy gathers him into a hug when he collapses on the edge, pulling him closer and letting him bury his head right beside his neck when he could snap at any moment and kill him. Just tear entirely into his being and wipe him from the server.

They don't say anything. They never do. Jimmy just gathers him closer, the two of them breathing together until the first hints of dawn spill over the horizon and through their windows.

#again GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE #tw. violence #dlsmp #dlsmp fic #double life smp #double life smp fic #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #tangotek #tango tek #trafficblr #juno.writes #asks #snowflake anon #team rancher #ranch duo

[belongstocaptaindoyle]

MARTIN MCCREADIE as EDDIE RICHARDSON (Legend) part II.

#martin mccreadie #eddie richardson #legend #my gifs #1960s #tw. violence #that smirk on the first gif uhhhhhhhh #' to queue or not to queue ' #richardson gang #not helping on my m........ 😅

[rie-092]

LITTLE SIBLING.

⟡﹒yandere! older brother x fem! reader

summary : your older brother thinks that your boyfriend wasn't good enough for you.

during his childhood, yohan davis really wanted a little sister. a sweet little sister that he can protect and adore forever. but, that dream was shattered when his dad died and he had already accepted the fact that no matter what happened, he won't be able to have a little sister. because he can't force his mom to remarry just because of his selfish desire after all.

and let's be honest here. with yohan's handsome face and those captivating (e/c) eyes of his. even when he was a child, everyone adored him. and maybe that was the main reason why he became like— this. uh, a spoiled son who was able to get whatever he wanted? aside from little sister, of course.

but then, when he reached the age of 15, his mom got remarried. he was excited, for his mom and for the chance that he can achieve his dream through his new dad. yep, he knew how obsessed he was with having a little sibling. everyone, except his mom (since she thinks that it was a cute thing but clearly it's not) has pointed it out to him. but he didn't care since in his eyes, it was unfair for him that his friends had little siblings that they could adore and spoil.

and yohan fucking celebrated when he got the news of his mom being pregnant a year later. he basically ran to his new dad and hugged him tightly and started to thank him and his ehem, let's forget about the last part. anyway, after that sudden revelation, yohan had started looking for good names that he could give to his younger sibling. he also looked for some cute toys and clothes but let's forget about it.

yohan, during his little sibling's birth stayed at the hospital. he didn't give a fuck about what other people were saying when he did all of his homework at the hospital while waiting for his parents and his new little sibling. and boy, oh, boy. yohan teared up when he saw you for the first time. you were so cute, so precious, so adorable and the most innocent thing on this planet.

“ so, how about you give her a name, son? ”

that was what he was waiting for. with a smile, he kissed your forehead as he told them the name that he had come up with after the 9 months that he spent thinking a name that suits you. (first name), his little sister. don't worry, your big brother will give you everything that you want and he will do everything for you.

expect that this guy will be quite overprotective when it comes to you. don't complain if you aren't able to play with your peers or if he doesn't let you go out and lock you at home. he was just worried! you're too innocent! what if you got kidnapped when he wasn't looking?! oh, and when he realized that you're allergic to (insert food here)? that day, you weren't able to see that thing inside your house again since yohan really threw a fit in front of your parents exclaiming that if they served you that kind of food again, he would run away and he will bring you with him.

but aside from his obsession, overprotectiveness and overbearing personality. yohan was a good older brother for you. he was much better than your classmates' older brothers. when the truth is he just engraved the 'he's the best older brother in the world' idea on your mind during your early childhood so that you will stay with him forever

anyways, much to his disappointment, when you became a teenager you found yourself a boyfriend. and that angers yohan. i mean, why do you think that boy deserves you? gosh, he was the one who raised you and he knew that boy wasn't deserving of you! he did his best to make you dependent on him. he cooked for you, washed your clothes and even made sure that you didn't know how to do housework! do you think that boy will do that for you? yeah, no.

expect that yohan will always roll his eyes when you mention your boyfriend whenever you are with him. this guy shamelessly stalks you when you are on a date, and when he sees that your boyfriend is about to kiss you? he will immediately call you to cut off that dirty romantic atmosphere that disgusting guy created. that guy bought you a gift? don't worry, your brother will give you a more extravagant the next day.

he will do anything to make you see that you made a wrong choice of getting into a relationship with someone. look, he knew that his obsession with his little sister was because his friends and bandmates always pointing out to him. there was some point when they asked him if he romantically saw you but that only disgusts him. the hell are they talking about? why would he romantically see his little sister? do they think that he's a sick freak? that's disgusting.

sure he stalks his little sister, sure he makes her dependent on him, sure he manipulates his younger sister that he's the kindest soul alive, sure there are some points that he commits crime for you. but anyways— he only did that because you were his little sister. his innocent and fragile little sister that he needs to protect!

and when the news about your boyfriend cheating on you reached his ears. he was fucking happy! see? he told you, that guy wasn't good enough for you! oh, his poor little sister. the only thing that he did when he saw you go home crying was to hug and comfort you but of course, while he manipulates you thinking that other guy aside from him and your dad was like that. a fucking freak that will only hurt your feelings.

ah, of course! do you think that he'll forget about that ex-boyfriend of yours? of course, he won't! because yohan, with a 'little talk' made sure that guy won't be able to approach you again. oh? you're worried when he came home bloodied and had a bruise on his cheek? this guy will tell you that your ex suddenly punched him out of nowhere when he talked to him when the truth is he beat that guy half to death. hehehe, and seeing you believed him made him smile widely. ah, it seems like you're really stuck with him from now on. and yohan was willing to sell his soul to a demon just to make sure this would last forever.

“ big brother's doing this for your sake so listen to me, okay? ”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere #platonic x reader #platonic yandere headcannons #imagines #tw. obsession #tw. manipulation #tw. mention of blood #tw. violence #tw. stalking

[maddyguru]

..you ask and i shall deliver

warnings : noncon, incest, gangb4ng, hair pulling, and whatnot

Bigbro!Gojo x afab!reader x Brothers bestfriend!Suguru

Meanbigbro!Gojo who uses you and his personal cumdump almost everyday, always leaving bruises and marks whenever hes done playing with you

Meanbigbro!Gojo who purposely drugs you so he can fuck you while your “sleeping/passed out” making sure that when you wake up you can still feel his cum leaking out from you

Meanbigbro!Gojo who takes the most humiliating photos and videos of you to send to his bestfriend suguru

Meanbigbro!Gojo who invites suguru over one day so he doesnt miss out on his favorite little fuck toy. “Aww, what? Ya cant handle two cocks inside you at once?” Gojo purred “Niichan..p-plea- mmnph st-stop it!” You whined and whimpered hoping they have some bit of mercy in them but no.. not at all “hah? Slut cant even speak properly” gojo smirked “y’know your saying stop and all that shit- fuck! But down ere..g-goddamn your tight as fuck” suguru breathed out “down ere shit- its saying sum else” they both laughed, but on the other hand you were crying and begging fir them to stop but of course your tears only motivated them to go even faster and rougher

Damn 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 now i want yall to open up a blog for real bc fr yall know how to write Just lazy 💀 but please send me more porn filth 🥺🥺🥺 im into big brother!geto as well and in the mood for dark content for kaneki or tokyo ghoul just cuz... No one writes for tokyo ghoul dc

#tw. noncon #tw. violence #tw.dark content #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x you #ask

[a-m-archived]

@chancestander like for a starter

She looks impassively at the mangled corps , her blue hue's taking on a lifeless look as she allowed her weapon to dematerialize. Kneeling down the silver haired woman would write a kenaz rune with the blood. The body quickly caught fire before going out just as quickly.

Another missing done, feeling no need to stay any longer the silvernet moved to stand up only to pause once she noticed someone watching her.

"..."

While she didn't see anything that didn't deter her from looking right at who was looking at her.

"you can come out now, I know your their "

#verse tag pending! :: a new book i need to read! #damocles ::“one part brave three parts fool!” #tw. violence #tw. blood #tw. death mentoned #( i hope this is okay ! #( i can change it if you want !

[malekiddo]

on the ruins of love

tw. blood and violence 

to my last post. 

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #dhmis special one #dhmis love cult #art #fanart #tw. violence !!!!!! #tw. violence #be careful #please

[riotmade]

@izukutm​​ sent something in from this meme !

GUARDIAN from the hurt/comfort actions!

     IT WASN’T GOOD. kirishima knew that almost immediately as he slams against the wall, an instant pain shooting through him. red riot stares at the villain that approaches once more -- LARGE, angry. he struggles to right himself, to find his center of balance, to force his HARDENING to work faster to protect him. like a shield, he thinks. the one thing that can protect him as another hit comes his way -- a BLUR that kiri can only brace against, hardened arm raised to block the majority of the blow.

     the blow that NEVER came. instead, there’s a soft breeze, and when eijirou opens his eyes, it’s izuku. flashing a brilliant green - blue as he steps between the pair. it takes ONE PUNCH, and the villain is down, slamming against the wall as hard, or harder, than kiri just had. the hero winces, takes a breath in. “ thanks, DEKU. ” kirishima tries to stand, but ends up stumbling forwards a little. “ i think i got hit kinda hard there. ”   

#izukutm #💢‼️⤷ v. RED RIOT. #tw. injury #tw. violence

[viro-lil-goat]

I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page

When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.

"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"

An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023

I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)

ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS

#tw description of violence #tw death #lgbtqia #trans #trans kids #trans news #lgbtq community #lgbtq #lgbtq news #information #boost #Nex Benedict #please share #transgender #lgbtq+ #lgbtqiia+ #rest in piece #tw hate crime