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ignoring the inconsistencies with this plot, what would carlos do if malcolm kidnapped ryker to try and lure him back? would he go?

Content: PTSD/trauma, rescue, past captivity, vampire whumpee.

Without hesitation. If she's able to get there the same day, he might request Danny's help. The thought of facing Malcolm alone terrifies him, but he can't bare the thought of putting Adam in danger by bringing him, too.

The entire experience makes Carlos feel like he's in his twenties again. Scared and vulnerable. The house is still the same as he remembers, apart from the furniture and what decorates the walls. He sees the spot in the kitchen where his food bowl used to be, now occupied by another one that has a name etched into it. Presumably a vampire's name. It makes him sad, knowing there's so little he can do to help them.

Danny holds his hand, though:)

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Why is everyone so mean to Ryker at the moment.

I wanna pick him up and hold him in my lap with a blanket wrapped around his body. i give him some forehead kisses and tell him how good he's being. i promise him that he can get up at any time.

Content: PTSD/trauma, praise, comfort, mentioned child neglect.

Your reassurance that he can leave when he likes is what compels him to stay. He tentatively leans into you and accepts your kisses, chest tightening as you tell him he's good. He hates how nice it makes him feel. How much it makes him want to hug you and never let go if it means you'll keep praising him.

It's all just one big reminder of all the times he was deprived of it as a child.

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what's one thing ryker would Do differently if he ever decided to have children? compared to his own childhood

That's a hard question. There's so much that he'd do differently, but the biggest thing for him is communication. Allowing them to ask questions and being as truthful as he can in return. Especially when it comes to mental health! The last thing he wants is for his child to suffer in silence because they didn't feel comfortable coming to him for help.

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Little captive star

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I tie ryker to a seat with his legs spread apart and make carlos worship him. kissing his thighs, his feet, his stomach. every inch of him. if he refuses, then i'm going to take him upstairs and tie him down in front of an open window so he can burn alive for a few hours.

ryker is not gagged.

Content: Body worship, neurodivergent whumpee, sensory issues, forced to hurt, past pet whump, PTSD/trauma, restraints, comfort.

It is an incredibly hard choice to make for Carlos. He does not want to do that to Ryker, but does not want to be put in the sun, either.

Much to his surprise, Ryker seems to know exactly what his choice will end up being. He speaks up in a quiet voice, glancing away from you and the vampire in front of him. "I would rather you do the first thing than- uh, choose the sun. Don't deserve to burn."

Carlos is ashamed to admit that he is relieved to hear Ryker's words. He sits forward and bows his head for a moment, feeling somewhat like a pet looking to please its master. He still finds it incredibly easy to regress back to that state of mind, and allows himself to do so in order to get through the experience.

Ryker finds it to be hell. His sensory issues have every touch feeling like an itch beneath his skin, getting worse and worse the longer it goes on. He can't move to stop it. Can't ask for it to stop because it means putting someone he loves in pain. All he can do is endure and hope that it ends as quick as it started.

And eventually it does. Carlos is allowed to sit back again, his eyes immediately directing themselves towards the floor. His head is swimming with self-depreciating thoughts and concern for Ryker, who is in tears despite how gentle Carlos tried to be.

When Ryker is untied, he gets down onto the floor and presses himself against Carlos' clothed body for warmth. The vampire wraps his arms around him and rests his chin on his human's shoulder, mumbling an apology for what he had to do.

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I tie Ryker down with his legs spread wide and rape him nice and slow, making him feel every single inch, every single detail, of my thick cock. Sometimes I tweak a nipple or briefly stroke his cock to add to the sensation. I keep it up for over an hour before suddenly pounding fast and hard to get my release, spraying my cum inside him. I also jack his cock viciously to make him come too, forcing my cum-covered fingers into his mouth to make him clean them.

When I'm done with him, he's allowed to crawl back to Adam and Carlos.

Content: Rape/non-con, anal, restraints, begging, caretaker-turned-whumpee, gags, unwanted orgasms, forced to watch, comfort.

Ryker sobs, hysterically begging and pleading with you to let him go. He almost thinks the slow movements hurt more than if they were fast, given that the painful sensation drags on for longer. He only briefly tries to pull at his bindings, knowing very well from the start that he has no chance of escape.

Carlos and Adam sit in the corner, gagged and tied. They're both in tears. Carlos wants nothing more than to take him out of the situation he's in. To, at the very least, take over for him. But he can't offer with the gag in his mouth and has no idea if you'd even say yes.

Within half an hour, he's resorted to quiet noises and the occasional sniffle. He's tired and in pain. Both his nipples are sore from being played with. Much to his horror, his cock is hard against his stomach.

After an hour, he's become used to it. Numb, even. He lies there with his face tilted to the side to avoid looking at you, teary eyes squeezed shut. Right up until you speed up your movements, which elicits a pained yelp as he's forced to acknowledge the reality of the situation. His begging for you to stop touching his cock goes unheard. He doesn't want to orgasm. Not like this, but it seems as though the choice isn't his.

He obediently licks your fingers despite the obvious disgust in his eyes, before stumbling to the floor the moment you've untied him. Every inch of his body hurts. He doesn't even attempt to move. It's Carlos and Adam who crawl to him the moment they're free of their restraints. They're afraid to touch him, both of them having been very familiar with overstimulation after something like this. However, Ryker welcomes the touch with a teary sob, grasping onto their hands.

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You've done Kane and Jim both getting yeeted back to Jim's Bad Times.... what if they both got snapped back to the early days of Kane's imprisonment? How long would it take Jim to figure it out and go looking for Kane?

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not very long at all! kane would immediately confess that jim was his victim and beg for contact with him, so honestly the hunters might even contact jim before jim's even figured out what's going on- though it wouldn't take jim long either, and he'd be on his way asap either way. rescue happens super fast, kane clinging to jim and thanking him over and over, thoroughly retraumatized by the experience of being back there even if he wasn't hurt this time.

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Whumpee let out a long sigh as they sunk into the hospital bed. Days were going by like a blur, they often hardly understood what was happening or remember what had happened.

The one thing they did know, was caretaker was here. No matter how much time went by, caretaker was by their side explaining everything, telling them to rest, keeping them fed and hydrated by hand if needed.

"You must be tired, you've been here with me for days. How long will you stay?" Whumpee mumbled, crawling their fingers across the bed until they found caretaker's hand.

"Until you're coming with me." Caretaker smiled, squeezing their hand back.

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i yank bailey's head back and tell him to get on his knees. if he doesn't, then i whip the soles of his feet until he does.

It takes him a while to relent. He's got a lot of pride and the thought of submitting to anyone makes him want to cry. However, the pain soon becomes too much and he begrudgingly falls to his knees with a pair of fangs bared directly at you.

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 13

Part thirteen of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Domestic violence/spousal abuse

This is the last chapter of this story! HOWEVER, like we mentioned at the start, this AU actually has two different timelines. So keep an eye out for Part B, which is coming next :)

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The intervening months have been peaceful and uneventful, even with Kane there.

Until one day, Valen doesn’t come home.  Again.

Jim is going absolutely out of his mind with worry. The last time Valen went missing, it was the worst thing imaginable. The only thing worse would have been his death. He and Liz have been calling around to hunters, but no one's seen him. It wouldn't even make sense: Valan should have gone straight from Liz's district to vampire territory, and Valen is friendly with the local hunters, though Liz and Laken have been interrogating everyone anyway, as well as searching the area up to the border.

Jim can't sleep. The thought of Valen going through that again, or turning up dead, or never turning up ever again, has him hysterical. Kane tries his best to comfort him, but he's sick with worry too: he knows how cruel hunters can be.

And if it's not hunters... what else could have happened?

This drags on, with no word about his whereabouts, for weeks. Until one day, Jim gets a phone call, and when he answers, Valen's panicked, tearful voice is on the other end. "Jim!"

"Valen!" Jim screams. "Oh my god, you're alive! Where are you? I'll come get you, I'll bring you home, where are you?"

Kane is immediately at rapt attention, listening in.

Valen lets out a series of heartbroken sobs. "Jim, I'm at the Kithrara estate. My husband happened to find me when I came to vampire territory and forced me to come back. He's not letting me leave, he's not leaving me alone for even a second. This is the first time I've had even a minute alone to make a phone call and he's going to come back any second. Please, Jim, I don't know what to do, please help me."

Vampire territory. Valen is in vampire territory, Jim can't get him there. His heart clenches with despair, his eyes filling with tears. "W-what do I do? I can't even get there." He sobs, horrified that Valen is stuck with that monster again.

"I can get him." Kane says, determined, his chains tinkling as he moves closer. "I can bring him home."

"Jim, if-" Valen cuts off abruptly, but he can still be heard breathing heavily, and a man's voice distantly, talking menacingly. "Yes, sir," Valen's voice says far from the phone, and the line goes dead.

Jim cries out in anguish as the line drops. "NO NO NO!" He pounds the wall in despair, tears streaming down his face. He whips around to face Kane, also shaken.

"Please.” Jim drops to his knees, like he always used to. "Please, Kane... sir. I'll do anything. Please bring him home. You could, you could be free, just, just please help him get out of there. Please, c'mon, w-we've been good to you, right? Please."

Jim is under no illusions of how far promising Kane anything goes. Kane could condition it on taking him back, things going back to how they were before. Jim would do it, to get Valen away from that horrible abusive monster. He would give up being a person if he has to.

"Jim, it's, it's okay. I'll get him home, and come right back, and, and you don't need to do anything." Kane is honestly really relieved that Valen is in vampire territory instead of being tortured by hunters. He doesn't know the details about Valen's estranged husband, though if Valen is literally being imprisoned by him, that can't be good.

"Th-thank you, thank you, thank you. Kane, man, thank you. Please do it. Please please please, just, please." Jim is not entirely convinced Kane won't just fuck off the second he's set free. He would have no way to get Valen out, then. All he could do is hope for an eventual escape, and Jim knows firsthand how hard that is to pull off.

"I'll leave as soon as the sun sets. I promise, I'll find a way." Kane hesitates. This part is scary. "Could you... call Liz? I'd like to borrow her gear, and make sure that I can get to vampire territory without any of her colleagues... stopping me."

"Of course. 'Course, Kane. Thank you." Jim picks the phone back up.

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That night, Kane shows up on the doorstep of the Kithrara estate, ready to raise hell. He doesn't even need to find Valen: all he needs to do is create enough commotion for Valen to escape.

He rings the doorbell.

A servant answers.  "Hello?  How may I assist you today?"

Kane dashes past the servant quite rudely, running straight inside. He pulls a stake from his belt and holds it up high.

"PRISCUS KITHRARA!" he shouts at the top of his lungs, hoping Valen hears. "Come out and face me!"

He is immediately swarmed by staff: a few servants, the ones brave enough to run towards instead of away, and a few moments later, security, who tackle him to the ground.

The landing at the top of the stairs leading from the entryway into the mansion proper is soon darkened by the presence of Priscus Kithrara, as well as an older vampire who looks to be his father.  Priscus has Valen at his side, holding his arm, in a facsimile of protectiveness at the disturbance.  Valen is in a modest dress that is not at all his style, and his eyes widen with hope when he sees Kane, but he stays silent.

"What is the meaning of this?" the elder vampire snaps.  "Who do you think you are?"

"Go!" Kane shouts, not looking specifically at Valen, but hoping he gets the message. The door is still wide-open.

Kane is wearing several pieces of silver, and a little bit of struggle is all it takes to start burning the people holding him down. He wriggles his lithe body out of their grasp among the ensuing screams of pain, though he knows he'll no doubt be tackled again a few moments later. He has to act fast.

He grabs a silver-coated throwing dart with a gloved hand and throws it directly at Priscus.

It sticks into Priscus's shoulder, through his clothes, and he hisses in pain, reflexively bringing his hands to the injury.  Valen bolts, flinging himself over the railing with his dress bundled in his hands.

"Valen!" Priscus thunders.  He grabs the dart to tear it out, then yanks his hands back as the silver burns him, before growling and grabbing it again, ripping it out and tossing it away like a hot pan.

One of the security guards steps between Valen and Kane, intercepting Valen on his way to the door.  Valen attempts to go around, and the guard crab walks to match, a high-speed game of chicken.

"Priscus, discipline your wife," the elder vampire growls.

Priscus reaches Valen before he can successfully exit the front door; Valen is smaller, and not as strong or fast as his husband, who is larger and stronger than Valen or Kane, and is also at a disadvantage of being in clothes not made to accommodate running.  Valen is yanked back by a fistful of hair, yelping with pain as he's bent towards the floor under Priscus's iron strong hands.  "What did we talk about?" Priscus growls.

This is bad. Kane needs the attention on him. What could he say to get Priscus to pay attention to him instead?

The most effective thing he can think of is unspeakably crude, and has a chance of backfiring and putting Valen in even more danger. But he's sure that nothing he could say would make Priscus focus more on him than this.

"I am Kane de Sang, and I fucked your wife!" Kane yells, his face heating up, mortified at his own words. "You're a spineless coward who needs a team of guards to face me instead of fighting me for him like a man!"

He's completely winging it. Obviously he will lose a fight with this man. All he needs is for Priscus to drop his guard for just a moment so Valen can get out the door. Just rip off the skirt and run!

Valen whimpers. "You little whore," Priscus hisses, slapping Valen across the face and throwing him to the ground. "I'll deal with you in a second." He turns to face Kane.

Inexplicable rage suddenly wells up in Valen at that moment. He's mostly just let the learned helplessness kick in until now, but for some reason seeing Priscus take Kane more seriously as a threat than Valen himself pushes Valen over the edge. "You will deal with me now!" he roars, throwing himself at Priscus, talons wrapping around his face and sinking into his eyes, blinding him. Dark black blood sprays out as Valen rakes his claws over Priscus's face, ripping at him with a ferocious wail.

Kane has an idea.  It could be a very good idea or a very bad idea. But it's Valen's decision, after all. He doesn't have to take it.

"Valen!" Kane tosses him a stake.

Valen catches the stake in a bloody hand, looking shocked and overwhelmed.  The room hangs in expectant, stunned silence for a moment, as the disobedient wife holds a stake near the sole heir of one of the most powerful families in the country.

Valen looks conflicted. Then his face screws up in anger, and he plunges the stake into Priscus's chest--not through his heart, but very, very close.

"Leave me the fuck alone," Valen hisses in his ear. "Or I won't miss next time."

He then very quickly strips his dress over his head and shoves Priscus away, tossing it over him, so he thrashes to untangled himself, still deathly afraid with the stake in his chest.

Now only in his bloomers and undershirt, Valen runs out the door and off into the night.  Kane dashes off after Valen while everyone is stunned and paying attention to Priscus's disgraced state.  The attention of the staff quickly turns towards making sure Priscus is alive and helping him, rather than chasing either of them ensuring a smooth getaway.

"Sorry for the crudeness!" Kane calls, feeling a desperate need to get that out of the way as soon as possible. "I just wanted his attention off you! That was amazing!"

Valen is laughing as he runs, from sheer joy and exhilaration. "Kane, my dear, it was a brilliant play, I wouldn't have had it any other way! Let's see that piece of shit come after his whore of a wife now! Hahaha! Thank you, Kane, I could kiss you!"

He's done good. Kane has finally done something right in his miserable life. His heart warms. "Save it for Jim! He's been inconsolable for weeks."

Jim, my poor Jim, I'm coming.

Valen has never run this fast, and doing it with a friend next to him is thrilling, and he playfully weaves in and out around Kane, zigzagging around obstacles and giggling. Knowing Priscus and that family, they wouldn’t dare come after him after this. Not when they’d seen Valen almost kill Priscus. They couldn’t risk the heir like that.

They’re finally done with him.  He’s finally free.

He arrives home, the door banging open, his chest heaving, his eyes wide. "Jim!"

Jim leaps into his arms, having been waiting by the door ever since Kane left. He squeezes Valen as tight as he can, which is not all that tightly to a vampire, but still. He sobs into his shoulder. "I missed you."

Valen hugs Jim firmly back, then picks him up and does a little spin. "I missed you more."

"Are you okay? He's not coming back for you?" Jim asks anxiously.

"I'm okay now. And I don't think he will," Valen says. "I think he's finally got it through his thick skull that he'd be better off simply finding a new wife, if he values his wellbeing."

"Good, 'cause you're too busy being, being my boyfriend." Jim laughs tearily. He looks over Valen's shoulder to where Kane stands. "Thank you. Thank you for bringing him home."

"I'm glad I could help." Kane says with a smile.

"Oooh, Kane, take all that wretched silver off so I can finally give you a well-earned hug, would you?"

Kane beams, discarding Liz's things on the porch before coming inside. Jim doesn't let go of Valen, pulling Kane into a group hug.

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I can't watch my body be taken over.

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There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

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i'm keeping you in the time loop. it's the only way i know how to keep you safe. trapping you here, in the last day that you're alive, ignorant of what's to come as the sun sets. i dread each minute, a countdown to the end, but live in relief as all the blood washes away, all the would-be scars fade, and the tears dry before they have a chance to fall. but the memory of you dying in my arms remains, and so i'm keeping you in the time loop

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Content: Mouth whump, amputation, eye whump, gore, immortal whumpee.

There's something so good about immortal whumpees and the fact that their bodies can heal on their own. Limbs that can be ripped off, eyes that can be gouged out, teeth that can be pulled - repeatedly. No matter how bad the wound is, it'll just grow back. Sometimes the healing process might even hurt just as bad, but in the end it's like nothing ever happened.

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Trapped…

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The four stages of Astarion's hug.