#implied noncon

[hold-him-down]

Truth serum ask for River,

Let’s circle back to Jake’s very good prompt: “Tell us about how it felt having him tied down while you f…”

from this ask game

A pained, guttural sound claws its way from River's chest and he moves as far into the corner as he can. Flashes of images assault him, and he gasps. Felix, a steady stream of tears falling down his cheeks. The handler assigned to Felix, arms crossed, next to Jake, watching. River, hands shaking, asking – no, begging, the only time he would ever do so – for this to stop. Felix's voice, scared and shaky and trying to be calm it's okay it's okay itsokayitsokayitsokay.

River's back hits the white tiled wall and he shakes his head, once, twice, while you wait expectantly. Without any other options for how to avoid this, he rears backward, slamming the back of his head into the wall as hard as he can. His world goes black, and he slumps onto the floor.

[inhurtandincomfort]

Thinking of a fancy rich people gathering... Clyde can abuse Eldwin in public all he wants bc he's a warlock, he deserves it... Maybe some talk about how he should be executed, it's dangerous keeping something like that around.

Maybe Eldwin does bite back. Talks shit, doesn't comply. Lashes out at someone getting a little too handsy because I'm not a fucking object hello-

Maybe once his injuries heal enough and he's pretty again, he has to make it up to them. He was wrong. He is merely a puppet, there to do whatever his masters please. He kills when he's ordered to kill. Bathes himself in blood at their command.

And when they don't, he's meant to just take it, whatever happens. His wellbeing is worth so much less than than that of everyone around him. He's hardly even human anymore, you see.

He gave up the right to that long ago.

[obsidianwhump]

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Whumpee flinched, and Whumper smirked down at him. He looked calm, even as he took what he wanted from Whumpee, he looked so calm.

[wildflower-ramblings]

MDNI - 18+

Warnings in the tags - warnings contain spoilers.

Read at your own risk.

Simon Riley x reader

I have no explanation for this.

Simon knows everything about you.

He knows your favourite songs, your favourite movies. How you take your tea. How you sing in the shower and apologise to inanimate objects when you bump into them. The way your eyes light up when you laugh; the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed or frustrated. Knows every twitch of your mouth and flicker of your eyes, and what emotion they mean. He knows the best way to make you giggle in amusement, or to make you flush in embarrassment. Knows what little things annoy you, or upset you; and more importantly, what makes you happy.

He knows the street you grew up on, and the crack on the side walk that made you fall off your bike and scrape your knee. He knows the exact shape the scar is in now, decades later. He knows the name of your first pet, a goldfish you swore once changed colour ever so slightly and definitely had more than a three second memory. He knows the name of your best friend in kindergarten, and how you wanted to become astronauts together and be the first to land on Saturn. He knows the names of all of your cousins, even the ones you only saw at weddings and funerals. Remembers all of their birthdays, too, and remembers when and where you last saw them.

He knows each and every one of your exes, from the first boy in high school who kissed you then broke your heart, to the thankfully short relationship you’d had in university, who refused to let you meet their friends or go over to their place. About the last relationship you had, the one you thought you were going to marry, and how much it broke you when they told you they couldn’t do it any more. He knows how long it took you to pick yourself up after that, and how much strength it took to shut them down when they tried to tearfully apologise months later.

He knows every single on of your friends, very way they’ve hurt you, which friends seem to flake at the first sign of trouble, which ones will cancel plans at the last minute and leave you on your own. Which ones will stick with you through anything, who will point out the red flags you can’t see, but still be there for you even when they don’t agree with your choices.

He knows everything about your job; your favourite and least favourite coworkers, which ones will chat about your weekend with you and which ones have talked about you behind your back. How much you dread each Monday, and how much you wish you could tell your manager where to shove it. He knows how tired you look every Friday night, collapsing onto the couch with a glass of wine as soon as you can, some mindless show on TV that you swear you’re not really into, but can name every character from.

He knows your entire bed time routine, from the hot drink you make yourself to wind down to the way you dance around whilst brushing yourself. How terrible you are at remembering to take your tablets and the systems you’ve tried (and failed) to keep track of them. All your little tricks to get yourself to sleep when your mind refuses to shut down.

He knows how you are first thing in the morning, all droopy eyes and soft sighs, the sheets tangled around your body. He knows how soft you look in the golden morning light, the way you curl into your pillow when your alarm goes off, and how softly your eyelids flutter open. How you always swear you’ll get up on the first alarm, but end up sleeping an extra five or ten minutes, lulled back in by the warmth of the bed.

He knows that you sleep in nothing but an extra large t-shirt, grumbling about how uncomfortable any extra fabric makes you. How your shirt always rides up and gives him the perfect view of your body. How enticing you are, all spread out for him. How soft your skin is, and how it gives when he grabs at it, his too large hands creating dimples and leaving faint traces – his mark on you.

He knows how pretty you look when you come, your sweat-slicked skin glistening in the glow of the lamp. How breathy you sound when you’re close, the way you try – and fail – to keep your moans in so the neighbours won’t hear. How loud you can get when you truly let yourself go.

He knows exactly how you like to touch yourself and be touched, and just how quickly he can make you cum in every possible way. He knows how you feel on his fingers, how you clench around them when he finds that perfect spot inside you. How pretty you look stretched out on his cock, the slight furrow of your brow when he first pushes into you, and how it quickly morphs into soft gasps of pleasure. The way his come looks dripping out of you, and the whimpers you make when he pushes it back into your sensitive walls. How you come even harder when he cleans you up with his mouth, and how sweet you taste on his tongue.

It’s a shame you have no idea he exists.

He knows how to fix that.

I have literally never written dark content I have no idea what I'm doing

I just got the last two sentences in my head and it just unravelled from there

[angelyuji]

platonic yandere cecil headcanons

heyyy @alito234 i have made this specifically for u babes <3

tw // yandere behavior, gaslighting, manipulation, truman show vibes, mention of torture/noncon/murder

platonic yandere!cecil x gn!reader

PAPA CECIL!!!!

kinda similar to romantic headcanons except he views you as his child to be protected

cecil doesn’t have kids, he always wanted them, but with the gda and all these heroes… no luck lol

he’s overprotective, secretive, and treats you like you’re 5

he acts like he doesn’t care for u, but like… everybody knows he does

i think the only way for cecil to meet you and see you as his friend/kid is through work

so… for the sake of these headcanons, you work for the gda :)

at first you were just some intern doing coffee runs and helping with small tasks

i feel like the first time you’d ever meet cecil, it’d be something small

“um- sir?” cecil glances over to you, trembling with a notepad in hand.

“what.” cecil tries to be firm, but watching the way you squeak out words, he couldn’t help but smile.

“d-donald asked me to ask you for your coffee order, h-he said that you get something new every day.” you try to maintain eye contact with your boss, but his firm gaze made your hands tremble.

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “just pick something for me kid, i don’t like anything too sweet… can you do that?” he looks over with an eyebrow raised, slightly amused at how you jump and nod vigorously.

“o-of course, sir! i won’t disappoint you!” cecil watches you leave, a small smile settling on his face

in his head, you’re the cutest thing ever like a puppy <3333

everything you do makes his heart go “ASDOSADJASPDIJCUTIEPIEEEMYCHILDMYKID”

he acts like the missions he sends you on are really important and special, but in reality, he’s only sending you on stuff that doesn’t put you in danger and/or takes you away from the real crises

you’re pretty oblivious to it till you meet mark

cecil tried his best to keep you from meeting omni-man, but even that was hard

and now with superheros being murdered and a new superhero popping up, he’s had no choice but to send you on a “top secret mission” soo sooooo sooo classified… now its similar to the romantic headcanons except when cecil visits, its like ur dad’s coming over to see you and help fix stuff, and not hey my boyfriends coming over to ***** you into the mattress. sorry

like i said before very Truman-show/big brother coded

he’s always watching you

everyone in town is always watching you

you are surrounded by people that cecil pay to be there. you have no real allies if shit goes south

i think the hardest part of looking after you is that you’re so invested into the gda, you want to meet omni-man, you want to meet invincible, you want to help cecil in protecting the people

but cecil literally wants you to be as far away from that shit as possible (that’s why he sends you to middle of nowhere for a “special mission”

“again?” cecil watches your face fall as he hands you the file. you found out about the viltrumite issue before he could stop the information from spreading, so the best he could do was send you away from it as soon as possible.

“it’s important, (y/n).” cecil tries to pretend he was busy searching on his computer, his heart breaking at your voice.

“but you said that last time and there wasn’t really anything to do during that mission. i just… sat around.” you frown, gripping the file tight.

“we had good intel that something was going to go down-”

“what. what was “going to go down”?” you imitate him and cecil huffs a laugh.

“sweetheart, this is important and you’re the only one i can send.” cecil leans back on his chair, folding his arms. he knew you would fold, hearing how important you are. cecil watches you hesitate, your mouth opening and closing.

“cecil- i-” you stop and take a breath. “i just want to actually help with-” a knock at the door stops you. before cecil could tell you to leave, mark walks in.

“cecil. we need to talk. now.” mark ignores you as he speaks through gritted teeth. relief floods him at the opportunity to avoid your questions.

cecil sighs, pretending to be annoyed at the interruption, “(y/n), go. i need you on that plane tonight.” you open your mouth to speak up, but seeing mark’s glare, you resign yourself to your mission.

i think the only way you end up being more aware of cecil���s… protectiveness of you is if you befriend mark

he’ll tell you about everything happening and you start to connect the dots

extra thoughts (SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3)

i think during the whole cecil vs mark thing, you’re going to choose cecil (whether you’re marks friend or s/o, you’ll choose your papa!!!) (if you didn’t tho for some reason, cecil would probs go nuclear on mark and everyone who choose marks side)

during the invincible war situation, if any of the marks had beef with cecil for some reason, they would’ve gone to find you to either kill or torture (or something worse) you

if you survived, it would’ve completely soured your’s and cecil’s relationship with mark

if you didn’t survive, cecil would’ve done anything he could’ve to turn the world against mark and put him prison or smth :)

anyway not an extra thought, but i love papa cecil and i want him carnally but that’s just MY thought teehee

[pvtashby]

Whumper who sedates Whumpee for a procedure. Maybe they implant a tracker. Maybe they surgically attach something to Whumpee that they can use for their own benefit. Or maybe, they did nothing at all but create an incision, to make Whumpee believe something had happened, but really, nothing did.

Whumpee will never know the truth.

[smallestapplin]

Hello! you can make Yandere Blurr, Pharma and Tyrest x Cybertronian female reader wife

I always did like them crazy. Also I apologize I don't feel confident in writing Tyrest, even reading and reading his wiki I can't get a good read on his character QwQ

🔞Warnings : toxic behavior, threats, talks of harm, implied noncon, past murder. I wrote little scenarios too ^^ 🔞

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Blurr

- Blurr is a puppy, if you could place him in a category. He is always so happy to see you, always at your side attached to your hip, and if he's on a mission he gets it done in record speeds just to run back to base for you, yelling your name and tackling you into a hug.

- He's so sickeningly sweet to you, always showing up for you, helping you work, and always does something spontaneous to keep you on your pedes!

- You'd never believe a soul that Blurr could harm friends or allies, not unless you saw it for yourself. He is always such a sweetie, and the reason you agreed to bond your spark to his.

- You even told Bee you just couldn't believe him without evidence "I know Blurr can get a bit sassy, but threaatening to crush your spark in his servos? That's just not like him."

- Blurr knows this, he's not dumb, he knows you placed your blind trust and faith in him, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. It's why he glares, snaps, and makes snide comments to any boy getting too close to you. Even puts on the waterworks, crying about how mean the bot you finished speaking to is, just to make you comfort him and avoid that bot unless for work.

- He loves you, he loves you so so much and never fails to tell you or show you.

- But sometimes it's overwhelming, you never get a moment to yourself, you are never alone to collect your thoughts or to process your feelings on anything, Blurr is right there, cooing at you and nuzzling his helm into your neck cables.

- Even though you're tired, you never ask him to leave you alone, last time you sighed and asked for space he was sobbing, clinging to you harder, pleading with you to not leave or abandon him, that he can't live without you.

- "I want you, i need you! I-I can't live without you! I don't know what I'd do without you- pleasepleaseplease don't leave me, I love you!" Over and over and over again. It had you worried and guilt ridden, leaving you to never mention space again.

- You even apologized to him after that, never meaning to upset him.

- It's like he's draining your battery dry, sucking away your life force.

- But you stay by his side like a dutiful wife, helping him on missions when it's needed, smiling when he comes back, kissing him any chance you get.

- You feel like you're drowning in his love, suffocating you.

- Even as you lay in your shared berth, wide awake, Blurr sleeps in a peaceful stasis laying on top of you.

You sigh, your neck cables stiff from such a long time staring at your data pad and working on reports, but you're glad you got a large chunk of it done, you can finally go to your habsuite and relax.

Your spark clenches at the sound of rapidly approaching pedesteps. You try to hide your exhaustion, just in time to turn around and get a blue glob lunging for you.

You catch your husband with ease, use to his antics by now.

"Ohhhh I missed you so much! The mission was terribly boring but nothing I couldn't handle. Have you eaten yet? I want to have energon with you."

He speaks so fast, excitement showing in his words.

"M'sorry Blurr, I was just about to go to our habsuite and go down for a cycle. Prowl has been on my aft about reports, and I'm tiring."

He looks so crushed, his face plate a mix of sadness and rage.

"He's so pushy and such a workaholic! I have half a processor to go into his office and give him a piece if my brain module! I can't believe that guy, pushing my poor wife for his stupid reports."

He goes on such a long rant about Prowl, pointing out everything the bot has done wrong or the frankly harsh things he's said, you hate to admit that Blurr has a point but you are fond of Prowl.

He's rough around the edges but a nice friend to you when he opens up.

"Blurr, sweetie, it's fine really. Prowl has been swamped with reports and I don't mind helping. He's actually a nice bot once you get through his walls."

Blurr's expression looks like you just shot him. He clings to you, digits practically sinking into your back strut.

"Y-you've been hanging out with him without me?"

"It's just for work. Blurr, you know I love you and would never dream of leaving you, but I'd like to have some friends, even if they are just work friends."

Your spark aches at the sight of his optics welling up with liquid.

You just know you're going to have to start comforting him and avoid Prowl at all costs if it makes him this upset.

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Pharma

- lying to yourself in hopes you'd believe it. Pharma is a menace, you tried so hard to be kind to him, yet your kindness is what lead you here, bound to him in everything but your spark, it's at least the only thing he can't force upon you, no matter how many times he opens your spark chamber.

- No matter how many times he's tried to force the bond, always so calmly muttering his love for you, it never works.

- You once had such a fiery spirit, such a fiercely protective and loyal bot before Pharma got his servos on you. He broke you. The last time you managed to escape him and find help, he just killed them, toyed with them for fun no matter how much begged him to spare them. New parts for him.

- You never forgave yourself for being the reason those innocent bots met their ends, and Pharma takes great pleasure in that. You curl into such a cute ball and silently cry yourself into stasis, with him right behind you, curling around you and buring his face plate into the back of your neck. You want to scream, to sob, to upchuck and empty your tanks at the disgust of feeling his touch. His arms around your waist, holding you so tenderly, rubbing his thumb across your mesh like he's been an adoring lover this entire time.

- If you leave he will just find you.

- "What, you're not going to run again? My, but it was such a fun game we played!" He laughs.

- Pharma flips between knowing you don't love him in return, but not caring as he loves you and that's all that matters, to having moments of truly believing you're just playing games with him, such a playful darling he has! You just want to keep your marriage exciting, right?

- You try to lie to yourself, that you do love him, you love being at his side, you love ensuring he has plenty of energon, you love him.

- You miss the old him, the old Pharma you married, the old Pharma you promised to spark bond with once he returned form work but he never came back. Only for him to come back some years later to...being like this.

- He's draining, but he always makes sure you've eaten today, always makes sure you're safe, always makes sure he's kissed you and said he's loved you today.

- You can't fight him forever, you both know that.

- Why keep fighting when you can be a good little wife and accept his love?

Everyday it's the same, every cycle is new but nothing changes, you're still in the same dark abandoned building. You avoiding leaving your makeshift habsuite and a few other areas, not wanting to hear anything Pharma is doing further in the back.

You don't want to hear screams that get cut short, and the whirl of a saw.

You don't want to hear or see anything, you just want to pretend this is all a nightmare, but you know you can't wake up from it.

You just want a sense of normalcy back, to be back at your nice home on Cybertron before the war, laughing with coworkers and friends, greeting your husband with a smile.

Now you can barely stand to look at him without fear gripping your spark.

He's not the bot you married.

You lay on your berth, back facing the door as you don't want to see him, you don't even want him to see your face you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

Your body trembles hearing his pedesteps growing closer. You will your body to freeze and squeeze your optics shut, just in time for the door to open. Pharma pauses in the doorway, looking over your resting form.

You've been going into stasis a lot more than usual, and a lot more than is recommended, but he can't be too upset with you, after all you look adorable when you're resting.

He moves quietly throughout the room, cleaning up the energon from his face, servo, and saw, knowing you don't like him leaving such a mess.

"I know you're awake, Dear."

You bite your derma holding back a whimper, but remain unmoving

"I'm worried you're sleeping too much, that's usually the first sign something is wrong. Funny how you could be sick, and don't you come to me with it, I am trained in this you know."

You can hear the smile in his voice, as if he didn't kills bots just to meet a quota, tortured someone you called friend, and then all of this.

You'd rather die than let him know anything.

"Are you truly so tired you can't tell me? No matter, I'll find out next cycle, yeah? I'll let you get some rest."

Your optics widen as he lays down behind you, his saw moving to rest under his helm, and his free arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Your back against his Chassis, his face into the back of your neck, pressing feather light kisses across your cables.

Pharma hums, chuckling softly at the feeling of your body shaking. His servo tightens its grip on you, keeping you flushed with him.

"So cute, I wish you'd let me dissect you to figure out what makes you so irresistible."

He laughs at hearing your involuntary whimper.

"No, I could never, but I'd much rather you be my pretty nurse."

You just want to go home and away from this monster.

[silkenwinger]

Thinking of going on a solo road trip on an island (of unspecified size).

You've got your sandals and sunscreen in the back of your car, and a decent tent to camp out when you want. You've picked the island on account of its agreeable weather, luscious nature, and somewhat lax security. Not a worry goes through your mind when you camp out in the woody hills facing the ocean, the only souls around those of animals'. You use the same spot as a base while you frolick around, sunbathing topless on the beach and looking at the pretty shells. It's not like you're trespassing or squatting, right? This is like... Public property, no?

From his shack up hill, and behind his military grade binoculars, John Price is convinced you're illegally residing on his private property. No need to involve law enforcement, though. He's got a few ideas on how to deal with such a clearly wanton infringer.

[bruised-cherries12]

🍒No one likes a goody two shoes🍒

CW: fauxcest, loss of virginity, implied noncon

Big brother is bored, but when isn’t he. He’s just sitting in his room scrolling on his phone. Outside his door he can hear his family laughing together. He remembers when he used to be like that with them, before he became the delinquent, before his stupid angel of a little brother came along.

See, little brother is the golden child, treated like an angel. He never gets into any trouble, no fights, no sneaking out (all things big brother is a frequent offender in). Big brother is kinda just sick and tired of this “angel” being held so high up when he used to be the only child, the only one that mattered.

The two boys don’t have the best relationship, they will hang out sometimes but as soon as little brother does one thing to piss him off it’s done. So if big brother wants to take this “angel” down a peg he needs to be more patient and calculated.

So big brother starts inviting little brother to watch movies with him or play some video games every night. Little brother is just so desperate for his approval, of course he will hang out with him. As the nights pass big brother starts making his moves.

He starts just simple by a hand on the younger’s thigh or a hand around his waist. Eventually all this leads to big brother inviting little brother to have a sleepover. He says they will watch movies, stay up late, play video games, he would even buy the younger boys favorite snacks.

Baby brother is just ecstatic, this is what he’s always wanted after all. Little brother has always craved the older mans approval, he’s the only one that doesn’t automatically give in and praise him for even the smallest thing. The night of the sleepover rolls around and it’s just what little brother always wanted. The two play Minecraft and then watch a few movies.

Big brother continues to touch the younger boy, gripping onto his thigh and massaging the inner part. Little brother just blushes and doesn’t say anything. But all this fun can’t last forever. Around ten-thirty little brother starts yawning and his eyes begin to droop. Big brother wraps his arms around little brothers shoulders and points his head at him.

“Such a sleepy little boy, hm? Why don’t you go grab one of my hoodies. You won’t be able to sleep in my room with just a t-shirt, it gets cold in here at night”.

What was little brother supposed to do, say no? Of course not, he’s tired and not thinking straight. Plus, to little brothers sleepy little mind this logic made sense. He wasn’t even wearing pants, just his boxers, of course he would get too cold.

The younger boy stands up and makes his way over to the older mans closet, taking out a baggy hoodie. Little brother strips his shirt off, leaving his chest bare. Big brother couldn’t help but eye the younger’s body. There’s a reason everyone lets him do what he wants and why he is such an angel. He does look like a little cherub, something sent from heaven, something sacred. Big brother needs to have him, he needs to ruin him.

“Hey baby bro, are you a virgin?”

Little brother whips his head around as his entire face goes red. He quickly slides the hoodie over him and meekly stands in place.

“I mean…yea but it’s not like it’s that important…”

That statement really piqued big brothers interest. He pats the bed next to him, telling his little brother to come sit. The boy makes his way over and shyly sits next to his older brother. Slowly big brother wraps his arms around the younger’s waist, pulling him closer and using him as a way to get on top. Once little brother was under big brother, sufficiently flustered, big brother knew his plan was working.

“It is important baby, no man wants a sweet boy like you if they don’t have experience. Let big brother show you what to do, ok?”

Big brother immediately pins the younger down to the bed with one hand, peeling his boxers off with the other. Little brother is struggling against him, begging him not to, telling him just how wrong this is. But this is what brothers do, this is what they are good for.

So big brother is gonna fuck into his sweet innocent little angel of a brother and make him a little slut. He will never be the same, but that’s fine. No one like a goody two shoes anyway.

[stars-obsession-pit]

…oh.

My brain has had another idea for a problematic/unhealthy relationship for a fic.

CW/TW noncon (explicitly being held captive, possible implications that more might have happened) + kinda selfcest (Danny and Phantom are separated now, but they were originally just one person)

The Ultimate Enemy + Pitch Pearl

It starts with essentially the canon Ultimate Enemy timeline, up until it diverges when Vlad separates Danny’s ghost and human halves.

Unlike the canon version where Phantom is implied to have killed his human half, in this one Phantom’s emotions towards Danny are a bit more possessive.

Phantom hates the world. It hurt them over and over, destroying everything good they had. It’s an evil, corrupt place. Unlike his beautiful, perfect human side. Danny only wanted to help people, to protect them. And those people rejected him.

Danny may have only separated his ghost half to try to remove the pain he was feeling, but Phantom recognizes a different opportunity that he’s been given.

A chance to right the wrongs dealt to them. To show the world the error of their ways for rejecting Danny’s care. This time, Danny is going to be the one protected. Phantom is going to keep him safe. After all, if he destroys everything, there will be nothing left that could potentially harm his Danny.

And so, Phantom begins his rampage.

But in the meantime, he still needs to make sure Danny remains safe. So he takes him captive, locking him up in the most secure fortress he can find. It’s not perfect, but it should be enough to delay anything that could cause him harm. He’ll check in often to make sure Danny is safe. Both from the outside world, and from himself. He knows his human half is lonely, still mourning the losses of his family and friends. But Phantom will be there to remind him that he is loved, that he doesn’t need anyone else, that this is all for him.

And when it’s over, when everyone is gone but the two of them, won’t the night skies be oh so beautiful?

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏꜱɪꜱ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ

ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ

ꜰᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ / ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘꜱᴇ

ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ)

ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ

ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴀʀᴀꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴄʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅɪʟʏ ᴀᴜᴛᴏɴᴏᴍʏ

The first thing she noticed was the scent, sharp, sterile, unmistakably hospital. Then came the beeping. Steady. Rhythmic. Her eyelids fluttered open against the harsh ceiling lights. Her body ached, heavy like she’d been asleep for days, and her mouth felt like cotton.

She stirred, her hand twitching beneath the blanket.

“(Y/n)?”

The voice was familiar, warm, and frantic.

“Amara,” she rasped.

Amara leaned over the bed, eyes wide and watery, clutching (Y/n)’s hand tightly. “Oh my god, you scared me. You collapsed at the train station. One second you were waving at me, and the next—boom—face white as a sheet.”

(Y/n) blinked up at her. “I... fainted?”

“Yeah. Hard. I thought I was going to have a heart attack,” Amara muttered, brushing hair off (Y/n)’s forehead. “The medics said it might’ve been exhaustion or dehydration or something, but—”

The door clicked open, interrupting her. A woman in a white coat stepped in, mid-40s with calm eyes behind square glasses. “Good evening. Miss (L/n)? I’m Dr. Marin.”

(Y/n) nodded faintly, trying to sit up.

“Careful,” Amara said quickly, adjusting the pillows behind her. “You’ve been out a while.”

Dr. Marin approached with a gentle tone. “You experienced a vasovagal syncope, essentially a fainting episode caused by low blood pressure, fatigue, or emotional stress. It’s common, but we took some bloodwork to rule out underlying causes.”

(Y/n)’s eyes narrowed slightly. She knew where this was going.

Dr. Marin continued, flipping over her clipboard. “Your hormone levels, specifically hCG, were elevated. That’s the hormone we look for in pregnancy.”

The silence that followed was so sharp, it hurt.

“You’re about five to six weeks pregnant.”

Amara gasped beside her. “Wait—what?”

(Y/n) just stared at the doctor, her throat dry. Five to six weeks. That lined up perfectly with the night she’d tried so hard to bury.

Dr. Marin, gently, continued. “We’ll schedule an ultrasound to confirm everything is progressing normally. But for now, I recommend rest, prenatal vitamins, and a follow-up with an OB-GYN.”

“Thank you,” Amara said quietly, though she looked like she’d just seen a ghost.

The doctor offered a kind smile, then excused herself with a promise to return later with the discharge forms.

The moment the door clicked shut, Amara turned to (Y/n), stunned. “Okay, back up. Are you seriously…?”

(Y/n) nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

Amara blinked. “Do you know who the father is?”

There was a beat of silence. Then another.

“I do,” (Y/n) said finally. Her voice was low. “I just… I haven’t told you because I didn’t even want to admit it to myself.”

Amara scooted closer and her eyes softened, sensing this wasn’t just a story, it was something heavier. She reached out, just to show she was listening. “(Y/n). I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

(Y/n)’s voice trembled. “Do you remember five weeks ago? That awful night I got home late after I closed the shop? I decided to walk home. I didn’t want to deal with the tourist crowd, so I took the alleyways. I’d done it before, dozens of times.”

She stared past Amara, like she was looking into that night again.

“But this time, there were these guys. Drunk. Rowdy. At first, I thought they’d just pass by, but… they noticed me. Started saying things. Laughing too loud. I kept walking. Tried to ignore them.” Her hands tightened on her lap. “But then one of them followed. Another moved in front of me. I dropped my phone when I tried to grab it. One of them grabbed my wrist.”

Amara sat upright, alarmed. “Oh god…”

(Y/n) shook her head quickly, not wanting her friend to panic. “It didn’t get that far. Someone pulled me back. Hard. The guy almost fell.”

Amara’s brows furrowed. “Wait… who?”

(Y/n) gave a small, hollow laugh. “You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“…Lando Norris.”

Amara’s mouth fell open.

“Like—F1 driver, Lando Norris?” she clarified, blinking like she misheard.

(Y/n) nodded, her voice trembling now. “Yeah. He was walking back from a bar, I think? He helped me get away. Then… I don’t even remember how it happened. One moment we were talking, the next… I woke up in my bed. Naked. Next to him.”

“Oh my god,” Amara whispered.

“I didn’t plan it. I didn’t even remember it. I think I was too shaken up to think clearly. But when I woke up and saw him there, I just froze.”

Amara stared, waiting.

“And then,” (Y/n) continued, her tone turning bitter, “he woke up, looked around, realized what had happened, and without saying anything, pulled out his wallet.”

Amara’s jaw clenched. “You’re kidding me.”

“He tried to pay me. Like I was just some random girl he could dismiss.”

(Y/n) let out a shaky breath. “I slapped the money out of his hand. Told him to get out. He didn’t argue. Just left.”

Amara looked furious now. “What the actual hell.”

“I haven’t seen him since. Monaco is small, but we live in different worlds. I thought… maybe I could forget about it. Pretend it didn’t happen.”

Amara leaned back, covering her face with both hands. “And now you’re pregnant.”

“Yeah.”

A silence fell between them.

Then Amara spoke again, softly. “What are you going to do?”

(Y/n) looked down at her hands. Her fingers were still trembling. “I don’t know. But one thing I do know, I’m not telling him.”

Amara looked unsure. “Are you sure that’s the right call? He is the father. And this isn’t just about you anymore.”

“He made it clear how little he thought of me,” (Y/n) said firmly. “I’m not giving him a chance to make me feel worse. This is my life now. My choice.”

Amara was quiet for a long beat. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay. I’m with you. Whatever you decide. You’re not alone in this.”

Tears pricked at (Y/n)’s eyes. “Thank you.”

Amara reached over and squeezed her hand. “Always.”

Later that night, after they were discharged and Amara helped carry her things back up the apartment steps, (Y/n) sat by her bedroom window, a warm mug in her hands. The sea breeze brushed past the curtains, and Monaco’s glittering skyline stretched quietly outside.

Her hand drifted to her stomach.

Still no bump. Still no sign. But now, a secret pulsed inside her, too new to define but impossible to ignore.

Her life had veered off course in a single, blurry night.

But one thing was becoming clear: this was no longer just about what had happened, it was about what came next.

And for the first time in weeks, she began to consider that maybe, just maybe, she could survive this.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4: ᴛᴡᴏ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ, ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: It’s now afternoon here where I live, I just had lunch and jumped back into writing the next chapters. I’m aiming to finish three chapters today (maybe?? no promises HAHAHA), but let me know in the comments if you're down for a triple update! 👀💥

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[cloroxcasserole]

The rival gang got his ass! LITERALLY!!!!!1!!!!

(This is the context I speak of)

[hold-him-down]

river how did felix break through your walls?

from this ask game

"Let's hear it, Rivvy," Jake says. "We are all dying to know."

River locks his jaw shut, shaking. It's a well known fact that he doesn't like talking about Felix, but sometimes, Jake likes to push his boundaries, if only a little. River's hands are fists, and sweat drips down his neck as he puts up one hell of a losing fight against the drugs.

"Sorry about him," Jake says. "He can be an obstinate little shit." And then, to River, he says, "This is fun, though. Want me to ask one instead?"

River struggles against the restraints in earnest now, but still does not offer a response.

"Fine, we'll do it your way." Jake stretches, considering his next words carefully, and increases the dose of the truth serum. He waits a moment, letting it take a stronger hold on River. He watches River carefully as he says, "Tell us about how it felt having him tied down while you f–"

"Stop," River grinds out through his teeth. "Stop," he says again.

Jakes eyes sparkle, and he inclines his head, waiting. "Then answer their question. Surely it's not that hard?"

"I don't know," River says, voice low. Jake opens his mouth to speak, but River forces the words out over him. "I don't– I don't know exactly what happened. I... maybe it was his relentless optimism," he whispers. He looks to Jake to see if it's enough, and Jake smiles, nodding at him to continue. "Maybe... maybe it was because he was the only... the only person who tried to help me, and he did, over and over and over. He put himself... at risk," he says between his teeth, forcing each word. "He made me feel like a... person," he grits out.

Jake waits a moment for more, then says, "He made you feel like a person," his voice mocking. "That's very sweet, River."

Jake stands then, stretching. "I think you can give us a little more, though." He approaches River and lowers himself to eye level. "Tell us about the first time you felt it... felt those walls coming down."

River, pained, whispers, "Please–"

"Or you can tell us about the other thing?"

River sucks in a breath. "It was af–" River stutters over his words. "After one of the drug trials. I was... I was sick, I– I got sick, and Felix was doing janitorial duties that week, and cleaned me up. He spent some time with me, in the bathroom, just... making sure I was okay. Something changed that night."

"Something did change that night, baby," Jake says. "You're lucky no one intervened." He stands then, and ruffles River's hair. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard." He walks out of the room and lets the door slam shut.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Brain Ghost Dirk...

Imagine him being able to manipulate your thoughts. Why think of anything else but him? Why would you ever want to talk to anyone else when you can talk with him - someone who knows you better than literally anyone else. No one knows you like he does. No one cares about what you care about more than him. No one else understands you the way he can. Nobody else is worth it. Wouldn't it just be nice to talk to him, and only him, forever?

Can you imagine if he were able to manipulate your brain chemistry? Conditioning you to associate him with happiness, he floods you with dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin whenever you speak or think of him. And if you dare ignore him or try to spend time with anyone else, he's not afraid to mess with your head. You may suddenly find yourself unable to feel much of anything, or maybe too much - spiraling into panic attacks and unable to calm yourself. You only find relief when you come crawling back to Brain Ghost Dirk. Well, metaphorically speaking.

Dirk being so powerful in his control over your mind that he's able to control your body. You're trapped inside your own body, silently screaming to be let go and for Dirk to stop, all while he ignores your words and showers you in praise. He loves feeling your skin on your hands, feeling you through your own body. He can increase the sensitivity if you'd like. He knows exactly what you like best, after all. Nobody knows you as well as him.

And really, if you didn't want it, wouldn't you have been able to stop him by now. After all, he was only in your head.

[islandofthedollz]

❤︎ Imagine waking up in Jimmy storage unit you remember how you got there it was your first time at a bar by yourself and Jimmy sits next to you. You both drinking and you start to get a little bit buzzed. Jimmy offers to buys you a drink he put something in a drink that makes you go to sleep when you weren’t looking. A couple of minutes pass you go to sleep the bartender asking Jimmy if you’re OK Jimmy replies that you’re a light weight. He puts a kind face towards everyone in the bar acting how worried he is and how he’s gonna call and taxi and wait with you until the taxi picks you up but in reality, he just dragged you to his storage unit and that way you can be as little wife and sex slave. ❤︎

⁠❥ I’m finishing some requests that I have I’ll spread them out during the week. I’ve been a bit slow because of the holidays, but we should be chilling now!