call me tenebris/tene/ten, basically whatever you want
she/they • 24 • human? (tbd)
this blog will likely be a little bit of everything as my interests are ever-changing and my brain is a fickle beast
big big fan of cozy games, visual novels, and hot fictional creatures
•things to know:
‼️ THIS IS AN 18+ UP BLOG. YOU WILL FIND EXPLICIT CONTENT HERE. MDNI. you will be blocked. ‼️
this is a multi-blog probably. random grab bag assortment of things to find here
i have never been consistent with anything a day in my life so like. good luck.
any fics i post here will also be cross-posted to ao3
first fic going up on the blog; can also be found here <3
cw/tw: explicit content, implied drugging/forced intox, use of aphrodisiacs, dubcon, doctor/patient relationship, implied stalking, dom/brat undertones
i have no beta readers so if you see any grammatical errors, no you didn't <3 probably a little OOC but fuck it, we ball. if i missed any tws or tags, pls lmk, i am still learning tumblr. i, personally, love the town doctor a little too much probably. (p.s. that little bit at the end is because i think it's funny)
It had been a really long, hard day. Some crows had picked at a few crops, your well had suddenly run dry, and you had gotten pretty beaten up in the mines. All you wanted was some peace and quiet in the bathhouse, a moment to yourself to wash away the day you’d had. You’d paid a visit to Dr. Harvey for the worst of your wounds. Thankfully, nothing needed stitches, but the good doc had given you some extra bandages, an antibacterial spray for the scrapes, and a couple of weird looking aspirin for any lingering pain or swelling.
You’d only been in the valley for a month or so, working diligently to restore your grandfather’s farm to its former glory. You were nowhere near finished, most of the land still unusable due to debris from trees and rocks, but you figured taking one teensy night off couldn’t hurt anything.
You leaned your head against the wall of the pool, letting your thoughts drift back to Harvey. Now that you think about it, he seems to always just be…around. Conveniently, whenever you need him, he’s somewhere nearby. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think he was following you. Pfft. Yeah right. Insanity to think a guy that attractive would be that obsessed with you. And he was a good-looking man after all. He had that disheveled, unpolished around the edges look to him. All tall and broad shouldered and so polite. What I wouldn’t give to have a man like that, you thought to yourself. Against your better judgement, you let your mind wander to what it would be like to be taken care of by the town’s beloved doctor.
He felt like the type to talk you through it, though whether he was nice about it was up for debate. You choose to believe he’s a sweet talker, with gentle encouragement, sweet names, and praise when you’ve pleased him. You sigh, rolling your shoulders and trying to get comfortable. You don’t remember it being this hot when you came in. Brushing off the thought, you attribute the sudden uncomfortable heat to an overworked body and an exhausted mind.
You stand, wade to the stairs, and climb out of the pool, seeking relief in the cool air conditioning of the locker room. The closer you get to the door, the more your vision swims a bit. You’re getting warmer by the second, and you’re struggling to walk in a straight line. You make it to the locker room, wrenching the door open and stumbling to the benches in front of the lockers. You plop down on a seat, skin burning and a viscous need crawling under your skin. Leaning back against the cool metal of the lockers, you try to clear your head. You’re just so hot and you feel so empty, like no amount of food, drink, or anything could ever fill the yawning pit inside you. You turn sideways, rummaging around for your bag with your t-shirt and shorts.
“Farmer? Oh goodness honey, are you okay?”
You have to be hallucinating. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that purple mushroom I found in the mines. “D-Dr. Harvey? What are you…what are you doing here?”
You work to bring your eyes into focus, peering at the neatly trimmed man in front of you. He’s wearing his normal clothes, minus his jacket, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. Your eyes trail from his shoulders, down his arms, coming to a stop at his hands. You feel that need grow impossibly larger, suppressing a pitiful whimper at the thought of those hands on your body.
Harvey looks confused for a moment before coming to squat in front of you. “Farmer, you asked me to come, remember? As you left the clinic? You specifically told me you were coming to the bathhouse. I thought that was an invitation. Are you leaving so soon?”
You blink rapidly, trying to make sense of his words. “I did? Yeah…yeah I did say that, didn’t I?” You stare up at Harvey, briefly confused on why he’s in the women’s locker room. Before you can make sense of that, he reaches up with a hand and caresses your cheek. Your blood ignites, heating you from the inside out. “I just— Harvey, my skin just feels so hot. Do…do you think I have a fever? I ate this mushroom while I was in the mines. I just needed a quick snack, ya know? But I don’t…I don’t think it was safe to eat. I think I might need to go home.”
Harvey clucks his tongue at you, shaking his head in disappointment. “Oh sweetheart. Why would you want to leave? I just got here, and I came all this way, just for you. You don’t want to leave yet, do you?” He continues stroking your cheek, unknowingly fanning the flame inside you. You grab his hand suddenly, irrationally fearing he’ll disappear and leave you all alone.
“No! No. I…I want to stay. Why don’t we go back to the pool? Maybe that will help me cool down…” You’re mumbling now, pulling on his arm as you try to stand. As you get to your feet, Harvey wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into the skin below your shoulder. You turn your head to watch his hand, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. He clears his throat, causing you to whip your head to the side and meet his eyes. His gaze drops to your mouth and you squirm under the attention. He grins, pulling you back through the locker room door and into the gentle heat of the pool room.
You let him lead you to the water, pausing only to allow Harvey to shed his button up and slacks. You’re staring again, gaze traveling from his defined biceps, across his chest and down to his soft midsection. You’re working your way down his legs, pausing to admire his thighs, when you feel a finger on your chin, tilting your head back up.
“Eyes up here sweetheart. You can look later.” He takes your hand, pulling you into the water with him. “How are you feeling now?”
Like I might explode if you don’t touch me. “Um. Like my skin is burning. I don’t…I don’t know what’s wrong, I just can’t cool down.” You take his hand and put it back on your cheek, turning pleading eyes to him. “Don’t you feel it? I’m on fire.”
He stares in your eyes as he moves his hand to the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. He takes a step closer into your space, pressing you back into the wall of the pool. The cool caress of the tile is too much and not enough all at once. You bring your shoulder blades together which pushes your chest out slightly. Harvey steps closer still, his chest brushing yours as he brings his other hand up to cup your cheek.
“Oh I feel it all right. That burning you feel? Like you could turn to ash any second?” He dips his face closer to yours, pressing his nose into the top of your head and inhaling deep. “That’s how I feel every time you even look at me. You have no idea what you do to me. What you turn me into. I’m a patient man, my dear, but I could only wait for you for so long. All those smiles you give so freely to others belong to me. All the attention you give to everyone else belongs to me. You belong to me. And it’s high time you learned that.” His hand slides into your hair, gripping the strands at the base of your skull and pulling to tilt your face up. There’s a sound, a high pitched keening whine, and it takes you a moment to realize it came from you.
“Harvey, I don’t understand…Did you do this to me? Why do I feel like this? What did you give me—” He shushes you, laying gentle kisses on the side of your neck.
“Honey, I’m just helping you like you asked me to. Coming into my clinic all beat up and exhausted and stressed? You were practically begging me to help you relax. Don’t you want to feel better? Let me help you.” He drags his lips up your neck, stopping to whisper in your ear. “You smell absolutely delectable, by the way. Have I ever mentioned that? Like all the best parts of summer mixed with a hint of…smoke.” He chuckles at himself, apparently pleased with his small joke.
You’re panting at this point, using all of your strength just to keep your legs underneath you. You turn your head forward, forcing his head away from your neck. He pouts a little, cupping your chin in between two fingers.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You want me to leave? I can, if you’d really rather take care of yourself…” He drops his arms, slowly backing away from you.
“No! Please! Please Harvey. Don’t go. I don’t—Please don’t leave me here alone.”
He smiles victoriously, cupping a hand behind his ear. “I’m so sorry angel, what was that? I didn’t quite catch it. Do you need my help?”
You grit your teeth, not wanting to play his game, but you’re reaching levels of desperation you’re unfamiliar with. “Yes Harvey, I need your help.”
He takes a single step closer, crossing his arms over his chest with a sly smile. “Yes, what? I know you have better manners than that.”
You stagger forward a step, arms reaching for him. “Yes, sir. Please. I’ll beg if I have to. Just make it stop.”
Harvey rubs a hand over his jaw. “Now there’s an idea. I’ve imagined how you might sound begging for me. I do wonder if it’s anything like I dreamed.” He crowds your space again, a gentle hand cupping the front of your throat. His thumb runs across your bottom lip. You’ve moved from burning into a persistent ache, bone-deep and damn near debilitating. You feel your eyes well up with tears, lip wobbling, and you clutch onto his forearm.
“Please. Please, please, please Harvey. I need you. It…it hurts. I promise, I’ll be so good. Just for you, only for you. Whatever you want—”
You’re cut off by a groan as Harvey slams his mouth onto yours. There is no more gentleness. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring at his leisure. His hands slide down your body, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he fully plunders your mouth. He rips his lips away and rests his forehead against yours. His breathing is ragged when he speaks.
“Do you have…any idea how beautiful you are when you cry? How absolutely addicting it is to hear you plead for me? I could listen to it for hours. For the rest of my life, actually.” Harvey drags his gaze down the front of you, eyes lingering on your chest before continuing their trail down and back up to your face again. “You should see the way you look right now. I can see the desperation in every line of you. Almost makes me want to do something about it.”
You let out a sob and rest your head on his shoulder, tears falling from the corners of your eyes. Harvey lifts your chin with a finger, wiping your cheek with his thumb. “Aw, sweetheart, are these all for me? I’m flattered but I was already planning on filling you up. This just sweetens the deal for me.” He slides one hand from your hip to between your legs, parting your slick seam with a single finger. You moan, rolling your hips into his hand.
Harvey chuckles. “So needy and eager, aren’t you, angel? Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll take such good care of you.” He rubs small circles around your clit and teases your entrance, barely dipping his finger into your slick before retreating again. He groans, resting his head in the soft crook of your neck. “I want to taste you. Right now. Get on the ledge.”
You scramble to turn around, hoisting yourself on the lip of the pool. Harvey grabs the edges of your underwear and all but rips them off your legs. Breaths coming out in heaving pants, you start to cross your legs out of an old, shy habit when he grabs your ankle. “Do not hide from me. Do you understand? I already told you that you belong to me and that includes this sopping wet cunt.”
Your face is a bright crimson as you lower your legs, knees falling apart to give him a better view of what he seeks. He pushes your knees even farther apart, blatantly staring at your center. He moves his grip to your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge of the pool. Wasting no more time, he leans in and drags his tongue from your entrance up to your clit.
Sparks fly up your spine, a choked moan spilling from your lips. Harvey hums in response, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking. You lean up on your elbows, watching as he feasts on you. You watch as dark brown eyes lock with yours as he slips a finger inside you, curling the digit ever so slightly. Your hips jerk, your chest heaves, and your head rolls back as another sound is ripped from you.
“Fuck, Harvey—” You’re sentence chokes off on a whine as he adds a second finger while flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit. You reach behind you, working to unclasp your bra. As it falls away, exposing your chest to the warm pool house air, Harvey lets out a tortured sound, the vibrations of which reverberate through you. He lets go of your clit with a wet pop, increasing the speed of his fingers.
“I’ve never seen a more enchanting creature than you, sweetheart. I’ve been obsessed with you from the first moment you came into my clinic. And if you think this,” he curls his fingers again, stroking that pleasant spot inside you, “will in any way cure my affliction, you are sorely mistaken.” He dips his head again, alternating between slow flat licks and tight pointed ones. You’re gasping for air and reaching down to thread your fingers into his hair.
You hold his head in place and roll your hips up into his mouth, chasing your impending release. His eyes crinkle at the corners, almost as if he’s grinning. “Harvey, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” He nods against you, curling his fingers with renewed vigor and sucking on your clit hard. Your muscles tense, that familiar feeling tightening your stomach as you shatter with a loud cry. His fingers still inside you, giving you something to clench around as you take deep breaths and ride out your orgasm. Your limbs are shaking as Harvey lifts his head, removing his fingers and pressing his thumb against your swollen bud. He slowly rolls the digit in tight circles, watching your face.
“Wait, wait. Hold on, I just need a second—” Your sentence breaks off as Harvey increases the pressure, smiling maliciously.
“Oh honey…did you think I’d stop at just one. Tch.” He increases the speed of the circles, inserting his middle finger into your now dripping hole. “I thought you were smarter than that love. I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
You watch, eyes focusing and unfocusing, as he reaches his free hand up to pull on your nipple. Your jaw goes slack, eyeing his hand as it rolls the sensitive tip between two fingers. Your spine curves, pushing your chest out as Harvey plays your body like an instrument. Strumming his thumb over your clit and curling his finger, intently watching your face, he coos out soft words of encouragement.
“You’re doing so well baby.”
“That’s right, just let go for me.”
“Such a good little thing for me.”
Your mind is lost, thrown into the aether. You’ve never experienced anything like this before. A mind-numbing, soul-sucking pleasure experience, heightened by, what you can only assume, whatever was in the “aspirin” Harvey gave you. The sounds from your mouth, combined with the squelching sound of Harvey’s fingers inside you, combine into a sinful symphony. You’re babbling incoherently, moans and whines mixing with half-formed pleas that don’t quite make sense. Harvey is grinning like a madman, coaxing you into a second, third, fourth orgasm with his hands and mouth. By the time he finally pulls away, you’re boneless and spent, mind empty except for the tingling sensation between your legs.
He gently pulls you back into the water, crushing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You lazily open your lips, inviting his tongue to tangle with yours and the taste of your arousal still evident. He pulls away to the sound of your protests, smoothing the hair away from your forehead.
“You look ethereal like this. Drunk on the pleasure I just wrung from you. An angel sent from Yoba himself.” He holds your face in both of his hands like you’re fragile. Like you’ll break at any sudden movement. You focus on his face, gaze drifting to his heavenly mouth. You see his lips moving but you can’t grasp the words.
“Did you hear me sweetheart?”
You smile, blissfully unaware. “Hm?”
He smiles sweetly, running his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “I said, I’m gonna fuck your sweet cunt now. Is that all right with you?” You nod unhurriedly, burying your hands in the hair on the back of his head. Your eyes trail from his mouth to his throat. Without thinking, you lean forward, latching your lips onto his neck and sucking. He staggers a bit, surprised, before he lets out a sound of pure male satisfaction. “Oh? You gonna mark me up, sweetness? You wanna let everyone know that I’m yours?” You nod again, straightening. His eyes light up, once again reaching down to grip your hips. “So I am? Yours, I mean?”
You nibble on your lip, gazing up at him through your lashes. “If you want to be. Though I don’t really think either of us had much choice.”
He skims his nose across your cheek and down the curve of your throat. He finds a spot in the middle and bites down, hard enough that you cry out and tilt your head to give him better access. He runs his tongue over the small hurt and presses a gentle kiss to the fresh mark. “There. Now we match. And everyone will know who you belong to.” He releases his grip on you, only long enough to shed his boxers. Returning his hand to your thigh, he pulls one leg over his hip, baring your center to the warm water of the pool. You peer down into the water, catching sight of his considerable length as it bobs against his stomach. Your mouth waters a little, envisioning what it could do for you. Harvey pulls you in closer, reaching down with a hand to rub the tip of his cock through your slick slit. You watch, absolutely mesmerized, as the tip disappears into your folds, over and over again.
You release a loud whine, turning pleading eyes up to him. “Please. Please just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.” Harvey just stares at you, eyes wide with wonder.
“For such a polite person, you have an awfully filthy mouth.”
If you’d had any sense left, you would have kept your mouth shut. As it was, you were growing impatient, the fire under your skin still burning hot and the need inside you only growing. You roll your eyes. “For someone so smart, you don’t take directions—”
You’re cut off as Harvey claps a hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry angel, I don’t remember giving you permission to speak. Now, if you want my cock, be my good little doll and keep your mouth shut.”
You nod, stunned into silence. Harvey returns his hand to his cock, continuing to leisurely run the tip up and down, just shy of where you need him most. You press your lips together, working to do as he asked and keep your mouth shut. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you dig your nails into the skin, patience thinning even more as Harvey takes his time. He groans as the slight twinge of pain registers.
“So impatient. So desperate. What if I…” There’s no warning as Harvey suddenly lines himself up and slams into you in a single thrust. Your mouth pops open on a choked scream, stars appearing in your vision. He pulls all the way out and slams all the way in again. You lean your head back, desperate moans scraping out of your throat as he sets a steady pace, sawing in and out of you with a desperation that rivals your own.
He grunts, pulling your leg higher up his hip to readjust. The move pulls you open wider and allows him to hit deeper, stroking that sweet spot inside you. Harvey leans forward to run his tongue up the column of your neck. You pull your head back up and tilt your head down to watch where he disappears into you. The sight is obscene, pushing you closer to another orgasm as you watch. Harvey loses his grip on your leg, slipping out of you and dropping it completely.
You whine at the loss, the empty feeling almost more than you can bear. He pushes at your shoulders gently. Your face must look confused because his next words are reassuring,
“Oh we’re not done sweetheart. I just want this to be easier for both of us. I want you on the stairs. Hands and knees, facing the door.” You hurry to comply, knowing the faster you listen, the faster you can have him back inside of you. As you settle in, knees two steps lower than your hands, you feel Harvey’s hands on your hips, sliding over the curve of your ass. With no warning, one of his hands lifts and comes back down with a solid smack. You gasp and rock forward slightly, cheek stinging from the force of the impact. Harvey’s inhale is sharp.
“That truly shouldn’t be as appealing as it is. Yoba, I can’t believe I finally get to see you like this.” He reaches for your head and wraps your hair around his fist, jerking your head back to the sound of your whimper. “Oh yes. This will do just fine.”
He slams back into you, causing your back to bow. His grip on you only tightens and it forces your head back. Harvey leans over your back, close enough to your ear that you can hear the soft grunts and heavy breaths as he thrusts. The sound is maddening and you realize how hard you’re clenching around him. He releases your hair, reaching around to place two fingers in your mouth.
“Suck,” he commands. You wrap your lips around the digits, swirling your tongue in between them. His answering groan sends a rush of euphoria through you. “Fuck sweetheart. If it feels that good on my fingers, I can’t wait to get my cock in your mouth.” He brings his other hand to your mouth and hooks both his index fingers into your cheeks, using it as leverage to pull you back into his thrusts. There’s a slight sting as your lips are pulled taut, needy whimpers falling from your uninhibited mouth. Harvey’s breathing is ragged, more praise falling from him as he continues fucking you at a brutal pace.
“You feel so good sweetheart, squeezing me like this.”
“You look so beautiful like this, you know? Completely at my mercy.”
“I think I’ll just fill you right up, how does that sound?”
That last comment almost pushes you over the edge. Between the praise, his fingers in your mouth, and the sharp snap of his hips, you aren’t sure how much longer you would last. There was a delicious pressure building at the base of your spine. A thin sheen of sweat across your forehead. The man of your dreams with all of his attention on you. You feel yourself tighten, the only warning you get before your orgasm rips through you. You cry out, breathless and drooling as your release finds you.
Harvey’s hips stutter as he feels you gush around him, a growl-like sound coming from behind you. He releases your mouth and wraps his hand around your throat instead. You’re a whimpering pile of flesh, essentially letting Harvey use you to find his own pleasure.
“Fuck angel, I’m so close. Gonna fill this pretty cunt up so full.”
You might’ve responded if you had any brain left to do so. You’re too focused on the way he feels inside of you. The best you can offer is a half-hearted nod.
He gives you a breathless chuckle, using his free hand to stroke down your spine. As his rhythm turns sloppy, you chant his name, begging him to fill you, mark you as his from the inside.
Then he’s cursing, thrusts turning shallow as he spills inside you. He stands there panting, cock still throbbing inside you as he comes down from his high. You turn your head, watching him as he stares at where you’re connected. After a moment, he slowly slips out of you, crouching down to stare at his handy work.
He titters, using a finger to push the cum that slipped out of you back in. You shiver in response, incredibly sensitive. “Let’s put that back where it belongs, hm?” You nod and collapse onto your side. Harvey comes to sit beside you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “You did so well, love. Maybe I’ll just take you back to my apartment and keep you there. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
You hum in content. You try to stand, legs feeling wobbly. Harvey surprises you by lifting you into his arms. He carries you back to the locker room, helping you get dressed. As you sit there, you swear you can hear familiar voices on the other side of the wall. You pause, ears straining to hear.
“Fucking shit— Seb, please. I can’t take it anymore.” The response is too quiet for you to make out. “It’s not fair, dude. I didn’t stop you from cumming when it was your turn!”
You turn wide eyes to Harvey, who’s standing there with a similar expression. You both burst into howling laughter, tears springing to your eyes.
Harvey gasps out a breath. “There is no way he just called him ‘dude.’” You giggle uncontrollably and stand, lacing your fingers with his.
“Come on, dude. It’s getting late and I’ve got an early day tomorrow.” He just grins and plants a kiss on your forehead, leading you out of the bathhouse and down the mountain path to the clinic.
How can I go through the most traumatic shit and shrug my shoulders and come up with dozens of interventions and strategies and coping mechanisms to get through it but god forbid I perceive myself as awkward around other people and the only solution my brain can come up with is immediate death
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Not every fight needs a sword or bow or axe. Sometimes your character just grabs whatever's closest, or you need a more unique weapon for a scene, or you’re just tired of writing ‘they drew their blade’. Here are 15 weapons to use for those moments:
Modern Weapons
1. Kitchen Knife: Unglamorous and painfully realistic. It's already sitting on the counter. Great for a fight that isn't planned.
2. Baseball Bat: Blunt force, easy to swing, awful to actually get hit with. Works well for a character who isn't trained but is angry enough to land a solid hit.
3. Crowbar: Menacing without being flashy. Good for a break-in gone wrong.
4. Broken Bottle: Messy, improvised, and can be tied into what the character was doing right before this fight.
5. Chain: Heavy, awkward, and genuinely hard to use well, which makes it great for a character who's improvising and losing.
6. Garrote/Wire: Quiet, brutal, but not the best for a spur-of-the-moment fight.
7. Cast Iron Pan I will die on the hill that this one's underused. Rapunzel convinced me pans are the ultimate fighting tool.
8. Nail Gun Modern, industrial, and genuinely terrifying in a construction site or warehouse setting. Rarely used in fiction, which is exactly why it stands out.
9. Belt: Simple, always available, and works both as a weapon and as a way to restrain someone.
Classic Weapons
10. Letter Opener: Small, sharp, and easy to hide in a sleeve or a desk drawer. Perfect for a quiet, up-close kind of danger.
11. Hunting Knife: Practical and often already on hand for characters who spend time outdoors. Less dramatic than a dagger, more believable.
12. Fire Poker: Sitting right next to the fireplace, which is exactly why it works so well. What's in reach also says something about where they are.
13. Hatchet: Smaller and more manageable than an axe, but still does damage. Good middle ground for a character who needs a real weapon but isn't a trained fighter.
14. Cane/Scepter: Sharp tip, solid shaft, and completely inconspicuous until it isn't.
15. Hot Wax/Candle: A nicely aimed throw can end up blinding, burning, and even permanently scarring an opponent.
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