#sensitive content

[v4nil3ia]

yandere!habit who has been lonely for ages, a hateful monster who sows chaos wherever he goes. Until he saw you. An innocent and helpless little rabbit asking for directions. Cute little thing. he could play with you a bit.

yandere!habit who ends up finding you more interesting than he thought, and eventually comes to the conclusion that killing you would be 'boring.'

yandere!habit who always finds a way to manipulate you into getting what he wants. Constantly hanging out in your apartment, convincing you to sit on his lap, his hands squeezing and rubbing your meaty thighs. What? Its common between friends!

yandere!habit who always teases you, calling you nicknames like 'bunny' and 'baby' which always makes you feel weird down there :( He cant help but laugh at how clueless you are.

yandere!habit who kills and tortures anyone who talks to you, it doesnt matter who it is. He needs you to depend on him and him only. He cant lose his favourite toy.

yandere!habit who punishes you by bending you over his lap and pulling your pants and panties down, and orders you to count each slap delivered in your ass and cunny. He loves hearing your cries and pleas, begging for him to fuck you. Not yet, he says. He needs you to submit to him completely, he needs to control you.

yandere!habit who locks you in your apartment, sealing the windows and locking the doors so you have no way of escaping ''you're mine, bunny.'' he simply explains when you ask him why. And he watches, spends time with you, breaking you little by little.

yandere!habit who considers himself pretty nice. He buys you nice stuff, food you like and cooks it for you. Clothes, your favourite shampoo and conditioner. He cant have his bunny feeling sad. You should be thanking him for his kindness!

yandere!habit who makes you sit on his face and eats you out like a man starved after a particularly stressfull day. Your whines and moans only encourage him to continue ravishing your cunt until you squirt, lapping up your juices like a thirsty dog.

yandere!habit who loves your reactions whenever he does something that scares you, like running one of his knives up and down your inner thighs and cunny, laughing when you squeal. ''im not gonna hurt ya, bunny. Ya know that.'' He reminds you, kissing you until you can barely breathe.

yandere!habit who loves fucking you in front of mirrors, forcing you to look at where you two connect as he thrusts from behind, his hand holding yours behind your back. He's just so obsessed with you. Everything you do makes just makes him fall more and more for you.

yandere!habit knows you'll be together forever, It's his first time in a long while that he's felt happiness like this, and will kill anyone who tries to take that feeling away from him.

ahh yandere habit hehe >-< I love him sm

[solium-m]

!!TW depiction of suicide!! Prompts "Self-torture" and "Suffocation"

[sw1ft-sniff]

D3rlord having golden symbols and sigils engraved into his skin, almost as though they're a barcode, ensuring that everyone knows who's claimed him.

D3rlord3 never being able to look at himself in the mirror without his armour on because the person he sees is someone he doesn't recognise.

D3rlord3 not knowing, finally feeling safe enough to remove his armour and helmet in general and/or around Avery only to find his body is no longer his own, marked and tagged by another being.

The body horror of him trying to carve the symbols out anywhere he can reach despite knowing their bone deep. Ingrained on his soul in his very code. Avery there trying to get him to stop because he won't let the one he loves destroy himself. Not again...

[gothafl]

[rafedaddy01]

Dub con with rafe:

rafe f ing his daughters best friend in the middle of the night against a wall when she just wanted to get a glass of water

She doesnt want it but it feels sooo good

S cking on her tits and filling her up

Quiet Sweetheart

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You pad your feet along the cold tiles. The house is dark and silent. You left your best friend sound asleep in her bed to come downstairs for a drink, unable to sleep from the thirst. The kitchen is dark with only the moonlight shining through the window to give you a path towards the fridge.

You pour yourself the ice cold beverage and gulp down the liquids, feeling refreshed and ready to pad back upstairs when a figure startles you. You’re back hitting the wall and you silently gasp but then feel relief when your best friend’s dad, rafe, enters the kitchen. His tall figure coming into light. Hes shirtless, his sweatpants hanging down on his hips, his abs flexing as he walks towards you. Eyes on you as he reaches with one hand for the fridge handle, pulling it open. The light illuminates your figure more. The skimpy white tank and short sleeping shorts leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Rafes eyes trail down your chest, where your nipples poke at the fabric, and down to your thighs that are squeezed into the shorts.

“It’s late” he says turning his head back towards the fridge and pulling out the pitcher of water. “Couldn’t sleep?” He pulls a glass from the cupboard and pours himself some of the liquid. Gulping it down and setting the glass onto the kitchen island. You shake your head, looking down at the tiled floor. “Was just thirsty, is all” you mutter, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Rafe made you feel like that. He’d always be watching you whenever you were over, always stern and authoritative. He would never actually say anything to you, he barely spoke to you. This is the most he’s said to you in all 4 years you’ve been coming over.

Rafe is the most feared man on the island. After his father’s death he took for the family business and turned it into an empire. People cowered in front of him. He intimidated you, you dont know why you allowed him to make you feel this way. He’s never done anything to you. “You don’t have to be scared of me” you were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadnt realized he was so close. “W-what? I’m not, sir” you stuttered on your words. He rolled his eyes, “and you don’t have to call me sir” he stepped closer, caging your body against the wall. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Not only because his natural scent of Cardamom and Sage enveloped you, but because there was nowhere to go even if you tried to move. “A pretty thing like you..” he cut his sentence short. His fingers moving up to push a strand of hair out of your face. He lifted your chin upward with his thumb and pointer finger so you could look him in the eye. “You know I watch you whenever you’re here.” He continues speaking, not even paying attention to how uncomfortable he’s making you.

“So pretty, sweetheart” his eyes go lower to your chest. Hands moving down to palm your tits through the materiel in the way. You whine, but not in pleasure, more in fear. Fear of not knowing what he’s doing or what he’ll do next. But your to scared to move. Back still firmly against the wall as he lifts the hem of your shirt up and you hear him groan when your plump tits are exposed. “God.” He mutters, “these are.. beautiful” he gropes them in his palm. “How many times I’ve imaged seeing you like this. How many times I’ve touched myself to you” he continues talking but he’s not even talking to you. He’s just thinking out loud. “and now I can have what I’ve always wanted” he reaches for his sweatpants lowering the cloth down and pulling his hardened length out. You gasp and your eyes widen in shock, “Mr. Cameron, I-i don’t think-“ he shushes you, “that’s right, sweetheart. Don’t think” he swiftly turns you around, yanking at your short and panties and spreading your legs wider.

You feel the pressure of his tip push into your hole. The stretch and reality of what’s happening bringing tears to your eyes. “Quiet baby” he chuckles breathlessly “don’t wanna wake anyone up” he snuggles himself fully in you and you whimper. This might be wrong and disgusting, but why does it feel good. He places his palm around your mouth, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering “brace yourself, sweetheart. I’ve dreamt about this for far too long and I won’t be gentle” before pulling back and snapping his hips into you roughly. The tears spill from your eyes. You don’t want this, but you can’t help the way he fills you up, his tip already finding that spot inside you that has your thighs shaking and a sadistic smirk painting Rafes face. Taglist

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[despair-sauced]

monster design i created for butters and cartman, meant to resemble their dynamic and struggles with trauma and control. ask me anything about their design if you’re curious! i was inspired by media like silent hill, binding of isaac, and specifically that one rick n morty episode where they had marriage counseling that could turn perceptions into real physical beings (such as monsters!)

[oboy049]

As a joke I did said I was going to HC Bruce SH but meh let’s do it fr, here goes a serious fic, if you like it pls reblog, my serious fics always flop

(Since then I had made a whole series)

tw for sensitive content ofc : depression, dissociation, grief, mention of SH not the act itself but after it, hiding problems

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Bruce sighs as he stares at himself on the bathroom mirror, it’s been a long time since he relapsed

He promised he will do better, he did better, so the crushing disappointment of going back, hurts more than the open wounds

One time when Dick asked about his scars he lied saying they were made in battle, a way to try and make him less reckless

But now that he grew up, he is not sure he will be able to hide it anymore, the cuts are too clean, intentional, nothing like battle wounds, falling scratches, redirecting stabs

Everything went downhill from the day Jason died and Dick is mad at him

No matter how much he cut, how much he stab, he doesn’t feel better

It sinks him further in misery thinking how he wasted years of recovery, how he was trusted again to be alone, to be left with sharp objects and he fail Alfred too

The only thing he gains is clarity and punishment, pain grounding him yet not completely

He dissociates a lot recently, the pain only dissipates the mental fog for a bit, but never completely

it’s hard to feel the limits between himself and the world, to feel the passage of time

“Bruce, are you done yet?” Suddenly he is snapped from his reflective state by a high-pitch voice

Timothy recently had come into his life but of course he doesn’t knows about this, he will make sure he never finds out

“Yeah I’m coming give me a sec” he screams back, remembering they were supposed to train together today

Opening a cabinet he finds that the first aid kit ran out again of bandages, most of the medical equipment are store in the batcave so no wonder he forgot to refill the manor ones

Using toilet paper and alcohol from the first aid kit, he roughly press it against his wounds, wincing slightly at the sharp pain

“You are taking too much time” Tim voice is heard, now closer to the door

Panicking Bruce roughly flush the used toilet paper and use some more as a type of bandaging, just hoping the blood won’t filter through his clothes, that this will last till Timothy goes home

Bruce harshly opens the door, putting his best mask to cover the chaos of one minute ago, smiling fondly at Timothy

“I’m here, now let’s go to train, I have already prepared your lessons for today”

And with that both of them walk down to the cave, continuing another boring day, not a trace of the chaos of that room

-🦝👑