Write it down.
The date. The time. What they said. What you said. What you couldn’t. This isn’t overreacting. It’s documenting.
Tell someone you trust.
Not the one who explains it away. The one who believes you.
Save everything.
Emails, DMs, texts. Rename the folder something boring.
Find the policy.
It’s probably buried under “Respect in the Workplace.” Highlight it like your job depends on it—because it might.
Pay attention to what happens next.
The silence. The cold shoulder. The missed invites. That counts too.
If it gets worse, you're not imagining it.
Retaliation is common. It’s also illegal.
Don’t quit just to make it stop.
Not before you talk to someone. A lawyer. A hotline. A friend who’s been there.
Crying in the bathroom is not unprofessional.
Neither is dissociating. Nor surviving.
It’s okay to stay.
It’s okay to leave. Either way, you’re strong.
What happened to you matters.
Even if you stayed quiet. Even if you laughed. Even if you stayed quiet for a long, long, time.
NOTE: I wrote this on paper first (pic above) but realised my handwriting is mostly indecipherable trash. Didn't want to put you through that. Also, can people born after 2000 even read cursive nowadays? I truly have no idea.
vamp! titus danforth. headcanons + extra. (nsfw mostly!).
a/n: hopefully it matches anyone's freak, also sorry in advance for any writing, spelling or overall grammatical mistakes. please enjoy if you may, happy reading.
- biting. does it really need an explication? vampires bite, he is a vampire, therefore he bites. he would never bite hard enough to cause any severe wounds, well not to you, when it comes to others he doesn't care how much they suffer. it isn't always biting to pierce though the skin, sometimes he'd just scrape with his fangs along causing light scratches. he makes sure not to hit any major arthritis with his fangs even if it sometimes tempts him, so he ends up popping smaller blood vessels enough to make you slightly bleed.
- blood play. your blood, his blood or others blood, he does care who's it is, as long as he sees it on any inch of your body? he surely will get aroused. one time, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, cutting some vegetables up for it and then without even realizing you nipped at your finger skin with the knife. it bleed onto the wood cutting board as you took it and placed under the sink letting cold water run over it, he came to see if you needed help making dinner but stilled the moment he stepped in the kitchen. "you cut yourself?" he asked, making his way over to you, his eyes onto the blood that was drying into the cutting board. "it was an accident, my love" you told him as you watched the blood keep pouring slightly from the cut being washed off from your finger. he reached and turned off the sink and grabbed your hand in his guiding it to your chin and dragging it down slowly till it reached your collarbone, not worried about the blood dripping and soaking in your clothes. "are you serious–? this sundress was new, titus!" you huffed, pouting at the ruined fabric with crimson red liquid. "shhh no poutin– m'get you a prettier one, just like you, baby." he hummed as he brought the bleeding finger to his lips licking off the blood while keeping his intense gaze on you. he liked seeing you covered in blood, the proof of that was the slight visible bulge in his trousers.
- marking. encourages you to mark him, he likes it, sees it as a twisted symbol of loyalty and property, he wants you to let the people see that he is yours, he'll also leave some occasionally but he prefers the spots only he knows they are left on—considers it more intimate, a secret shared between you two. his favorite places to leave marks on are right underneath your stomach, the lower abdomen area "my sweet girl, so beautiful.." he'd whisper as he'd trace the marks, barely bruising that he'd left on you.
- overstimulation. one of his main goals everytime the two of you have sex, is for him to make you orgasm minimum two times before he gets to have one. he is shameless, asking about them from you like you were able to put up with his stamina, which you really weren't, you were already trying to keep yourself up despite how exhausted you were. "please, please–" you were practically begging keeping your eyes on his at all time "please what, sweetheart?" he knew what you wanted, you wanted to try to convince him that you couldn't give him another orgasm. "i can't–" to which he slowed down his rhythm his movements more precise aimed directly to drive you insane "one more, just one more, i give you my word, love." he hummed as his thrusts continued "you can do that for me, right? yeah you can, my sweet girl." his words giving you just the right push to throw you off the edge crying out his name as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your hands eventually finding their way onto his back digging your nails into it.
- primal play. do i need to elaborate? man enjoys his hunts, setting you free into the mansion's back yard, plenty of space for you to run and attempt to hide, doesn't always work out cause of his hightened senses. he'd hear your shaky breaths as he'd be right by your hiding spot while he walk around it pretending to look for you, he'd eventually make it sound like he felt stepping away. you'd peak out almost like a bunny out of it's warren trying to check if he's actually gone and then next thing you know when you turn he's leaned against your hiding spot smirking watching as you gulp and then bolt away. it's fun, as long as it's daytime (no, he doesn't burn in the sun, he's too cool for that.) he can be in the daylight cause of his ring, same ring that feels like ice cold against your skin when he grabs you. if it's nighttime then it does get a tiny bit scarier, he does it on purpose, teases you, especially if you threw any tantrums lately, he deals with them in his own way, when he catches you. shoving you again any surface nearby and making you regret pouting over smallest insignificant things.
okay now that those are over we'll get onto the more fun things, consider this your warning. you have been warned, the following content is not for people who can't handle things such as: lowkey porn with a bit of plot, descriptive smut, uses of blood, f reader receiving oral while menstruating, fingering, unprotected intercourse. that's all, other than that, happy reading once again, please enjoy.
you were in bed. your beloved husband, titus, told you not to wait up for him, said something about that he'd be held up with some meetings for the council, blah, blah, blah. you weren't really paying attention since you were on the couch snacking onto something while watching your favorite programme on the tv, at that time, to let him know you were paying attention you just agreed, something alongside telling him to be safe and that you love him.
you were peacefully sleeping only the sound of the bedroom door opening causing you to stir slightly, you couldn't really sleep without him, not deep sleep at least, your confused sleepy eyes adjusting as you took the imagine of him staring to change for bed.
"hey, how was the—" you begin to ask but got interrupted mid was by a yawn as you rubbed slightly at your eyes so you'd wake up more.
he was pulling his shirt off his head before unzipping his trousers while siting down on the bed pushing them down and off his legs "it went surprisingly well, m'sorry for waking you up." he told you as he finished getting ready to get in next to you.
as he pulled the blanket upwards, to join you under it, it hit him, causing him to freeze for a moment, just enough for you to notice it. "what's wrong, my love?" you spoke in that tired sleepy tone, you expected and answer back, or at least something back, but he silently pulled the blanket off you completely and starred at you. you were wearing one of your silk pants and blouse pajama sets, which just confirmed his instinct, you were only wearing those if you were on your period. otherwise it would've been night dresses, with pretty lace details. "titus? what's going on, handsome?" you shifted slightly in a more sitting position on the bed and hesitantly tried to reach out to cup his face but he caught your wrist bringing the back of your hand to his lips, pressing his lips to it in something that can barely be called a kiss.
he starred at you taking you in, you were perfect, just what he needed afterwards a long day of having to listen to the members of the council either complaining or speaking nonsense. "i've just missed my girl, such a long day apart from you.." he began as he leaned forwards in-between your legs, his right hand stroking gently at your face as his left one traveled down your side to the waistband of the pajama trousers you were wearing. your own hand moving to cover his, not the one on your cheek but the one who was pulling gently at your trousers.
"we can't–" his lips moving to form a smile which was covering a wolfish grin. "why can't we, pretty?" he spoke his voice dripping with faux innocence, as he kept his right hand against your cheek his thumb gently caressing at your warm skin, he knew why, he also knew you were embarrassed to say it. "we just can't, okay?" that didn't cut it for him, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling off the bed disappearing out of room, coming back with a towel, dark colored. "i don't understand..?" as you watched him walk around the bed to your side and laying it down onto the white sheets.
"be a sweet girl for me, yeah? and get on top of this" his words immediately waking you up more, you looked at him like he was a madman. "you're crazy–" you huffed as you thought he was teasing or not being serious. "no, no, not crazy, just hungry, c'mon.." he hummed as he patted the towel a little more serious now, he had a hell of a long day, barely got to eat anything and now to let to this go to waste?
he removed swiftly your trousers down your legs putting them down onto the carpet nicely folded, he his hands moving to your thighs running up and down gently. "i won't keep you up long.." which you both know it was a lie. he liked taking his time with you when you were menstruating, knew you were more sensitive, so he was gentle. his finger slipping to pry open your thighs, gripping your panties by the strings resting on your hips and pulling them down. "let me take care of this." he hummed as he removed your pad from your underwear, he always hated those things, absorbing the blood, he could be feasting on instead? waste of money in his opinion, his tongue felt better and was free. he discharged it into the bathroom bin before returning to you.
he growled as he saw it, the small drip of the crimson liquid leaking out of in-between your legs, he sat down onto the bed and lined up his mouth with your pussy his intense gaze not once leaving yours watching you as he was almost like silently asking for your permission "just get onto it already.." you murmured quietly trying to sound unbothered by it but it quickly fell into a moan as his tongue licked up that drip straight clean. "don't even think about teasing" you spoke shakily as he pulled away enough to hum against it. "don't worry, pretty, y'know i don't like playin with my food." the tip of his nose poked straight against your clit as you let out a muffled whine, his tongue slipping thought your folds hungrily a gruff groan slipping from the back of his throat straight into you causing goosebumps to run over your skin.
he kept sucking, restlessly, his tongue pulling whimpers from your lips as your hand itched to grab onto his hair, hovering just close by. you let out a pathetic upset noise as he stopped to speak "you can touch me, know you want to, look at you.. so pretty, gettin all fuzzy from my tongue, sweet girl?" he smirked as he pressed messy kisses to your inner thighs feeling him as he smudged them with the blood still on his lips and chin. "titus.." you pouted quietly more of a moan than pout, as your fingers ran thought his hair before gripping onto it. "be a big girl, yeah? tell me what you need, sweetheart." he knew when you got fuzzy like this you couldn't think straight, he could tell by your glassy pretty eyes too, you needed him to constantly keep you from turning into a mess.
you guided his head back onto your aching cunt desperately trying to shift against his tongue, his hands coming to still your hips making you sit still. "words, sweetheart" his voice shifting a notch more serious as he watched you throw your head back against the bed frustrated "i need you, need your mouth on me.." he hummed approvingly as he resumed his work now focusing at your clit, rather than shoving his tongue in you. you moved your fingers down wanting to shove them inside yourself, but your swat your hand away gently, two of his fingers filling you up instead.
"shh shh, just like that baby.. taking everything so well." he praises as his fingers curl up to that painfully pleasurable spot that makes you cry out. "titus.. m'close–" he pulled them back almost all the way leaving just the tips of them inside and then drove them back inside, over and over again while listening to your sweet voice breaking. he took his fingers out drenched in blood, and brought them to his mouth spitting on them as he then pressed them against your clit, rubbing painfully slow circles there as he swiftly moved to free himself from his boxers.
he wanted you to cum on his cock, to feel you clench around him as you finally shattered, he lined himself up with your hole rubbing the head of it through your folds. "such a messy girl.." he teased as he watched you stain himself with blood too. "please, please, please–" you pleaded as you tried to get him to stop messing around and just shove it inside you "i know, pretty, i know.. just be good a little while longer, okay?" he told you as he removed his fingers, leaving you completely without any friction, he licked them clean.
he gave him cock a few lazy strokes as he then drove it in you, his hands grabbing your thighs as handlers and guided your legs over his shoulders. his thrusts were deep, each one hitting right where you needed them to. "like that? that wanted you needed, sweet girl?" he learned towards his bloodied lips inches from the shell of your ear "was that it, huh? telling me we can't and then cleanching around me like that.. that's not nice, is it?" his voice teasing, mocking, he knew you were barely comprehending what was happening anymore, just fuzzy and dumb. "titus.." you managed to blabble looking up at him, the sight making him speed up wanting to give you what you desperately needed.
he felt your legs trembling against his shoulders and didn't stop you came spasming around him driving him right over the edge too. "fuck. there we go.. see? i told you we could" his voice filled with warmness, filling you up with his cum, resting his forehead against yours, he would kiss you, he really would but his mouth was still a bloody mess. "we should.. go wash up" your spoke barely even present as you were still coming down from your high. he hummed in agreement pulling himself off the bed, helping you up and you made your way into the bathroom already running a shower for both. he remained inside the bedroom for a little while longer to take the towel off the bed and bring into the bathroom your pajama trousers and underwear.
inside the bathroom he threw the towel onto the basket with laundry and helped you out of your blouse as well as shoving down his boxers all the way, eventually joining you under the warm water running down her body.
"you alright, sweetheart?" you nodded as you leaned your forehead against his chest just tired, he let his hands run down your body and back up till they reached you back, tracing soft circles there "you did so good, m'so proud of you, baby, you already know that right? my sweet girl.. i love you." he hummed as he rested his chin on top of your head. "i love you too, handsome" you whispered softly snuggling to him exhaustedly under the running warm water.
