#tw harassment

[melonnabar]

HR is dead

[transmisandrysucks]

Look, I think the whole r/AccidentalAlly joke is a bit played out myself, but this is NOT a proportional response!

In fact I think you ought to report this account before blocking for this heinous bs

[daxisyzz]

hiiii i hope you are well !!! i was wondering if you could maybe do a fic where the reader gets kidnapped and tortured by hydra on a mission or something, and after a while bucky and the team find her and save her but she’s so psychologically damaged that she’s scared of everyone? preferably lots and lots of protective and comforting bucky as he looks after her and he becomes the only person she’s comfortable with, all the angst and hurt/comfort with a happy ending would be amazing!!! thanks 🩷

Heyyy!! Hope you're doing well too. Writing this fic made me cry so I hope it's what you expected. Sorry for answering late🙃

Only safe with you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, trauma recovery, Kidnapping, psychological torture (not graphic), PTSD, panic attacks, emotional vulnerability, mentions of touch aversion, recovery

Word count: 1.1k+

You didn’t scream when they took you.

That came later—when your voice cracked raw from begging the shadows for mercy, for death, for something other than the cold numbness pressing in around you like icewater under your skin. But in the beginning, there was only silence. The kind that hollows you out from the inside.

The kind that makes you forget your own name.

You had been captured by Hydra. A mission gone wrong. A corner turned too fast. A shot fired too late. And then it all disappeared beneath the haze of a needle and the slam of a steel door.

No one found you. Not for weeks.

And in that time, you stopped existing.

You curled in on yourself, starved and shaking, while voices you didn't recognize whispered in the dark, breaking you down with every calculated word. They told you you were abandoned. That no one was coming. That you were alone because you were unworthy of being loved.

They never needed to touch you.

They just watched you rot from the inside out.

When the team finally found you, you didn’t recognize them.

You heard the explosion first—the thunder of boots, the sharp bark of Bucky’s voice, the sound of someone screaming your name like it meant something.

But all you saw were more shadows.

You tried to crawl into the wall when they burst into your cell. Your fingernails broke against the concrete, your body instinctively folding into itself, your mouth whispering pleas in a language you didn’t know you remembered.

You didn’t know Bucky was crying until his tears hit your hands.

"Hey," he choked, dropping to his knees, blood on his knuckles and desperation in his eyes. "It’s me. It’s Bucky. I’m here, okay? I’ve got you. You’re safe."

But safety was a concept that no longer made sense to you.

When his hand brushed yours, you screamed.

You screamed like you were dying. Like you were on fire.

And something in Bucky broke that day.

The jet ride back was too bright. Too loud. You were swaddled in a blanket like a child, staring through people who whispered your name with eyes full of quiet sorrow. Natasha sat across from you, tense and silent, her hand clenched in her lap.

Steve paced quietly in the back, eyes heavy with guilt.

Tony said nothing, choosing instead to sit beside you in stillness.

They all felt the ache, but none knew how to hold it.

Because they saw the pieces of you, scattered and bloody, and none of them knew how to put you back together.

Except for Bucky.

He didn’t leave your side. Not once.

You wouldn’t let anyone else near you. The first time Bruce tried to assess your wounds, you had a panic attack so violent your lips turned blue.

But Bucky?

You let him stay.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t sleep. You didn’t see him. But he was there. Sitting on the floor, silent and patient, like he was trying to absorb your pain with every breath.

"You don’t have to talk," he whispered once, voice so low it made your ribs ache. "I’ll just be here. I’m not going anywhere."

And he wasn’t.

Not when you curled into corners, sobbing so hard you threw up.

Not when you tore your own skin in your sleep.

Not when you started to disappear into yourself again.

He stayed.

And the others watched, hurting in their own quiet ways.

Natasha lingered by your door some nights, pacing like she wanted to knock but couldn’t.

Steve brought books you didn’t read.

Tony made sure the lights never flickered in your room again.

They didn’t say much. They didn’t force anything. But they were there.

And Bucky? He just was.

Weeks passed.

You started whispering again. Small things. Words like "water" or "blanket" or "stay."

Always to Bucky.

Only to him.

He was the first person you let touch you again.

A pinky finger. Brushing yours. Barely there.

You sobbed when it happened. Clutched your chest like it hurt. Like it burned to feel something again.

Bucky didn’t cry. Not then.

But that night, Steve found him in the hallway outside your door, fists bruised and bloodied against the wall.

"I can’t lose her again," Bucky whispered, voice shattering. "I can’t."

Recovery wasn’t linear.

Some days you smiled.

Some days you screamed.

Some nights you let Bucky hold your hand.

Some nights you clawed at your own skin, begging him to make it stop.

And he did.

Not with force.

Not with words.

Just with presence.

He’d pull you into his lap, wrap his arms around your shaking body, press his lips to your temple and whisper, "You’re safe. You’re not alone. I’ve got you."

Until you believed him.

Even if only for a moment.

One night, you whispered, "Why did you stay?"

Bucky looked at you, moonlight catching the cracks in him that matched your own.

"Because you matter. Because you didn’t give up. Because you let me find you."

You blinked, tears spilling freely. "I don’t feel like a person anymore."

His voice broke. "Then let me remind you how to be one."

They say healing is like a mosaic, broken pieces coming together to form something beautiful.

You were still cracked. Still healing. Still learning how to exist in a body that had been turned into a prison.

But Bucky loved you through all of it.

With hands that never rushed.

With words that never demanded.

With a heart that only ever whispered, You are safe here.

And for the first time in months, maybe years—You believed him.

One Year Later

The morning sun slipped in through the curtains, painting your room in pale gold. The shadows that once clung to the walls had long since faded, replaced by quiet warmth and slow, steady breaths.

You sat curled on the couch, a book in your lap, half-forgotten, as Bucky entered with two steaming mugs in hand. He paused in the doorway, watching you with that soft look he reserved only for you—a kind of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you were real.

"You’re staring," you said, voice lighter, steadier now.

He grinned. "Can you blame me?"

You set the book aside and took the mug he offered, your fingers brushing his without flinching. That tiny act still felt like magic sometimes.

You leaned into him when he sat beside you, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in without a word.

There were no more nightmares that week.

You’d started laughing again. Dancing in the kitchen. Humming in the shower.

You still had days where the world felt fragile, like it could crack open beneath your feet—but you no longer fell alone.

You looked up at Bucky, your eyes soft. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

His thumb brushed your cheek. "You saved yourself. I just got to love you through it."

And you did. Slowly, then all at once. Day by day, moment by moment, you let the light back in through him.

[oncam]

ex military man sukuna is a pervert

cw : power play, age gap, nonconsensual touching, harassment, public setting. this is for @pervile <3

it wasn't the military that hardened sukuna into the man he is today. but rather, sukuna joined the military because of who he always was.

strong and loud, but most of all selfish. those were traits that sent him flying to the top ranks, and they were traits that only became more prominent with age.

sukuna never pretended to be a nice guy, he knew he wasn't and he didn't care if other people did too. it wasn't his fault that you were too sweet for your own good. or maybe stupid would be a better word.

but he loved cute little things like you because of that.

all bright eyes and wide smiles because you couldn't imagine an old man like sukuna would be a pervert. even with the wrinkled tattoos, the rugged scars, and the muscles that hardly shrunk, you saw nothing more than another senior citizen.

that's why when you squeezed your way onto the subway after work, scrambling to find a place to stand, you hardly paid attention to him. or how close you were to him. practically standing between his legs, unaware of the way he'd leaned in even closer to you.

you had to run from your office to the station, worried that you would miss your commute. you were sweating, out of breath though clearly trying to look like you weren't. still, sukuna could tell. he could see the glisten on your forehead, and when he took a deep breath in he swore he could smell the heat between your thighs.

"you need a seat, kid?" his voice was raspy, a result of too many cigarettes and too much shouting over the years.

you hesitated, staring at him with your mouth slightly agape like you weren't really sure he was talking to you. "me?"

sukuna sighed. "course. who else?"

yeah, you were sweet alright. you brushed off his condescending tone with a smile and an apology, as if he was the one who deserved one. "o-oh, sorry! it's okay, you don't have to get up. i can stand."

he huffed, rising from his seat anyways and your eyes followed him up and up and up… widening slightly as you were made aware of just how big the old geezer really was.

"i've been sitting all day," he insisted with finality.

the subway jostled, messing with your footing as you tried to swap places with sukuna. you blamed it on the rush hour crowd and the subway car suspension when you stumbled backward and straight into him. but you knew that the subway wasn't to blame when his hand wrapped around your waist, firmer than needed just for stability, thick fingers splaying out across your lower stomach.

you felt his hips press forward until they were flush against your ass. and the subway definitely wasn't to blame when you felt an unmistakable hardness poking you.

but as quickly as you were pulled into him, you were pushed away to fall into your new seat. and that was enough time for you to begin doubting yourself.

you were too young, too naive, too hopeful to fully admit to yourself that whatever had just happened was the will of an old stranger on your evening commute home. and the best part about you, in sukuna's mind, was that even if you could admit it, you were still too sweet to say anything.

it was ridiculous how despite your obvious nervousness, the fidgeting with your hands and the bouncing of your leg, you still smiled politely up at him. your expression only faltered when when he stepped closer to you, his knees bumping against yours as his feet slotted themselves between your own. your eyes jumped down, staring straight ahead where your gaze was met with nothing but the tent in his jeans.

it was right there, just inches from your face. the obvious boner that the man old enough to be your grandpa was sporting as he stared blankly down at you. or rather, at your tits that he could now see through the top of your blouse.

the subway rattled again. the movement was minimal, but just enough for sukuna to take advantage of it. he allowed his body to sway further than it should have, his hips jutting forward.

of all the things he's seen over his years, the way you squeezed your eyes shut to fight back your tears and crinkled up your nose as the crotch of his jeans brushed against it was by far the best.

he’d be sure to take the same line again the next day, because sukuna wanted to see just how much you'd let him get away with before the sweet girl in you finally had enough.

but even that wouldn't deter him, he was selfish after all.

[angelyuji]

i need to fuck leon scott kennedy NOW

so here are some of my thoughts abt him (freaky and non freaky) cuz i have to speak or i will explode from my love for him

u can imagine this to be any leon tbh becuz i love leon at every age.

- leon’s favorite thing to do is sleep on your chest, he buries his head into your skin as he takes the deepest breath possible to make sure he can memorize the smell of you into his sinuses.

- he doesnt necessarily like his hair being messed with but he doesnt mind when you run your fingers through it when u guys are cuddling

- tries to stop himself from drinking cuz he knows u dont like it, but anytime he’s forced to leave u and work, he can’t help but drown his sorrows so he doesnt have to think abt how much he misses you

- constantly uses pet names for u: honey, baby, sexy, gorgeous, sweetheart, angel. he likes to rotate between all of them to make sure u never get used to it lol

- teases u a lot cuz he thinks its cute how u pout and snap at him.

- very touchy. in the sense of always keeping one hand on you somehow. whether its holding ur hand or having an arm around your waist, he likes the physical reminder that you’re right next to him

- a good bf/husband too. always gets errands done before u could ask and if he notices you guys running low on smth, he’s already in the car to go shopping

- eats up compliments sooooo much but he could never ask for them becuz he’s so freaking shy (in the beginning at least) will almost purr when u call him ur pretty boy. gets him all dizzy.

- ALSO loves when u smother him in kisses. he acts all grumpy abt it (excluding rookie leon who gets so hard he almost passes out) but he’s blushing and cheesing as u pour ur love into each kiss.

- also this was talked abt but i find the idea of leon being a shitty picture taker so funny. sends the most awful selfies (usually on accident) when he’s gone. he hates taking pictures too but he does it anyway cuz he knows that you’ll be upset if he didnt send some kind of assurance he’s alive😞😞😣😣

- loves taking baths/showers with u becuz u get so shy and the two of u get to be vulnerable with each other in a different way than usual

- relating to this, when he comes back from missions, u always give him a bath and clean up his injuries (cuz he never stays there long enough to get treated, he rushes to get home) and he’ll tell u that its ok. but the moment ur fingers are messaging shampoo into his hair, he’s closing his eyes and knocking out. you rub the tension out of his muscles and making sure to properly bandage his wounds. and he lets you, melting into the comfort of ur warm hands.

AHHHHH LEOKNNNNNBBBBSBSB

cw // smut, breeding kink, yandere thoughts too but marked very clearly so u can click away if not interested (noncon, stalking, harassment, bullying, just generally abuse kinda)

- leon who gets hard the moment u show a little skin

- omggg he’s soooo horny for u but he tries to not show it cuz he’s #embarrassed

- rookie!leon would literally cum in his pants the moment u guys start kissing. he’s a very pathetic puppy of a man

- going back to phones and cameras, he’s not good at pictures or keeping his camera steady so u usually do the sending while he moans into the phone

- he’s literally down for whatever as long as ur cool with it so literally any of ur kinks are his kink too

- leon loves when u ride him cuz seeing u try sooo hard to make him feel good and whining cuz u cant go faster makes him unbearably hard.

- he’s got breeding kink or at least some kind of creampie kink lmao. he lovvess seeing ur cute little hole twitching as his cum spills out cuz he filled u up allll the way.

- old man!leon with ED hnngnnnn🤤🤤🤤 ur so beautiful cute and pretty but he cant get it up so he has to make sure his cutie is taken care of somehow :)

- giving u head until ur crying from overstimulation but its never enough for him cuz god ur just so cute when u cry :(

- he buys a shit ton of viagra but taking it too often is bad for his health but dying with his cock inside u isnt too bad of a death to him

- leon likes making u get off by riding his thigh too btw in case u were wondering

ok stop here if u dont want yandere leon

- possessive leon who puts a tracking device on ur clothes so he knows where u are at all times

- leon who doesnt even like u leaving the house without him

- rookie!leon is the type to blubber out apologies as he humps u cuz he just cant fight his desire

- he’s almost too mean sometimes but in that sarcastic way that makes u doubt urself

- fucking ur throat and overstimulating u is his favorite hobby

- BREEDING KINK BREEDING KINK

- possessive to the max and excuses his behavior by saying that he’s trying to keep u safe

- old man!leon who lovesss having a young cutie like u to keep at his side

- #manipulator #gaslighter #perv

- leon isnt the smoothest guy and so if he somehow charmed u, he’s not going to give u up that easily.

- older leon is more smooth than rookie!leon

- rookie!leon got u to go on a date with him by literally harassing u (waiting outside ur workplace, calling 30 times a day, leaving gifts outside ur door or just waiting outside ur place)

theres more i can say (like corrupt cop!leon omgmggg) but my fingers are getting tired. NOT FROM JERKING OFF. im typing on my phone.

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

You're still here

Maybe you still talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe you laugh when you tell the story. Maybe you change the details each time, depending on who’s listening. Maybe you say “it was weird” instead of “it was wrong.”

Sometimes, survival looks like contradiction. Like forgetting on purpose. Like trying on different words until one of them feels safe enough to hold.

You don’t owe anyone a neat version of what happened. It was messy. You’re still here. That’s the truth.

[sangohigurashi20]

This!!!!!!!

Credit to: @frienderbee on tiktok

[anti-willo-eevee]

I think, the thing a lot of endos don't get is that they do harm people

All of them

From the misinformation that causes systems to deny their trauma and avoid medical help when they need it, to the forceful separation of identity and personality that many singlets start doing to "become an endogenic/willogenic system", to also then the harassment and the ableism

The whole community is harmful, the posts they make, the way they identify, what they say and how they act. The way they treat actual systems and singlets is horrifying and harmful, but they don't get that

They don't understand that harassment can be genuinely traumatizing, especially when you're targeting an already traumatized and disabled minor. They don't understand that telling people to die, telling people they're bad and wrong and horrible, can and will affect that person

And they certainly don't understand the fact that disorders do affect people, and making them deny having that disorder, or making them try to force themselves to have that disorder, will only hurt them in the end

Well, either that or they do understand but they just don't care. They want to hurt people. Anyone who doesn't agree with them deserves to suffer in their eyes (see; Sophieinwonderland and more)