#cw: asphyxiation

[cagcdlxve]

⋆˙⟡ Post Death Drabble

cw: choking/related injury, PTSD, murder, nightmares, mild dissociation

⋆˙⟡ Lilith had been inconsolable for days now. She'd been restored at the tower, shaking with pain and the memories of what just occurred. The last thing on her mind was how she was alive again - but somehow she felt something was still missing. She still felt those hands. Saw those eyes... ( like storming ocean seas... they'd met at the sea. They watched the star crabs at night. He'd made her a sled in the winter. Brought her treats. What did she do to? Why did he do this then after everything else? )

She hardly noticed when Tae had found her there. Curled on the ground and numb to the world. Her mind was fogged as Tae made her stand and brought her to a home ( she didn't see, she didn't care ) and tried to talk.

But Tae's voice was distant. Lilith only heard ringing in her ears. She barely felt the warm touches of Tae's hands. Lilith remembered she had screamed when Tae grazed the bruises along her neck. She didn't know what came over her, just that she wanted no hands- no hands. ' No more, please ' Lilith had begged. Often she would find herself throwing up from all of the stress. Otherwise, she would simply forget she could breathe at all.

Lilith had passed out at some point, but she couldn't stay that way for long. She would wake up choking on her breath all over again. Her nightmares from the moss, her childhood, and this were merging into one, but all ending exactly the same. His face was blurred, except for those eyes that bore down upon her. Those hands that reached until they snapped.

She should've known better than to think she could be without pain.

She faded in and out of consciousness for several hours. Her throat was sore and swollen ( she cried whenever she touched it ) and her eyes were bloodshot from the tears, she couldn't say. Her skin was prickled with scrapes and bruises. She wouldn't look at herself in the mirror, all she could see was her body as that corpse.

Everything was a blur until she was numb enough to all of the sensations to see Tae again. She heard her words, felt her warmth, and knew she was safe. Duncan as well had rejoined her, he was a comfort to her as she mindlessly stroked his silky fur. Though her voice was hoarse, she was able to speak enough. She would, however, quickly lose the will to say more than a word or two. The nightmares would not let her sleep still, but Tae she trusted ... or was it only a matter of time before Tae betrayed her too- No. Lilith couldn't think about that. Tae had seen this all before. Nothing was new to Lilith, only the executioner was.

She was broken. And just like before, all she thought to do was try to understand what she had done to deserve this. She needed it to know what she was atoning for.

She should've listened... she always should have.

[sadclowncentral]

when i got my medical certificate i very confidently answered the question "what do you do if a person becomes unconscious?" with "remove from the room immediately" only to be met with puzzled silence by the instructor and that's when i learned that the deeply ingrained nautical fear and grim reality of seamen and their rescuers asphyxiating in enclosed spaces due to build up of toxic gas or especially lack of oxygen does not translate to land.

[duskier]

Ghost puts you in a headlock when he fucks you from behind because you get tighter when you're fighting to breathe send tweet

[rhaegars-cervix]

i have brainworms over how jon was allegedly conceived months after brandon and rickard’s deaths. i feel like lyanna must’ve had very conflicting feelings all around, anger at both of them (as well as aerys), sadness and disappointment, doubling down on her convictions even if unable to shake the underlying guilt because if she looks back she’s lost… well it’s good she at least has someone to take that out on :)

[sugurouge]

— call her my obsession : ghostface! ex boyfriend! endo yamato x f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, mask kink, slight stalking, hunter/prey, possessive topics, lovesick endo, lots of praise, marking, biting, public sex, pet names (doll, good little thing/ thing, darling, bunny, princess, sweetheart, he rambles), dubcon, yandere themes, slight strangling&asphyxiation, hair pulling, remnants of conditioning, toxic relationship, cunnilingus, rough sex, manhandling

summary: endo would do anything to please. even if you have scratched him out of your life months ago, he would never give up on the person he loves that easily. when will you learn that he lives to make you happy? maybe if he brings your wildest fantasies to life, you will let him in again. in the end, he is nothing but hopelessly devoted to you

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It all began at a silly Halloween party. You showed up dressed provocatively, in a skin-tight black bodysuit and a laughable excuse for cat makeup, topped off with a pair of fake ears. It looked cheap, but in the best way possible, a pair of icy blues noted amused. His brave little bunny hiding in cat clothing.

Throughout the night, you felt his presence, like a chilling gust of wind that had shivers crawl up your spine. Yes, someone was watching you—someone hiding behind a rubber white mask. You saw many of said mask that night, but he stood out. The tight fitting black turtleneck, muscular build, gloved hands. Everything made him look too hot to be at this shabby party. 

He knew you were watching him, lusting after him. You were probably halfway gone the moment he first touched you. Strong hands hovered over your hips as you swayed to the playlist's songs. Despite the booming of the music, your pathetic mewl rang through to his very core. The tremble of your glossy lips told him all about the dirty thoughts that were racing through your pretty mind.

Naughty little thing.

How dare you leave him alone on the dance floor after eyefucking him as much as he did you? You were an open book, playing hard to get like the princess you are as your heels carried you through the crowd. Yet, that longing gaze over your shoulder was all he needed to keep following you. He could almost smell your arousal. The thought of your wet pussy made him salivate, made him miss everything you two once had even more. Sharp canines dig into his bottom lip to keep him grounded. 

He had to focus; he couldn’t lose you now. 

Not when you finally made it outside the abandoned house, moonlight casting you in an ethereal glow, making you look like an angel.

But where are you taking him? Why are you so certain he’ll follow you? 

With only one goal in mind, your feet follow the pathway until you reach the edge of a little forest. You can’t help the curiosity that screams at you to just give all this a try. Those scenes in horror movies that make you unconsciously press your thighs together, make you bite your nails until your old company pointed out your adorable reactions. It was embarrassing back then, realising that such twisted scenes turn you on, and even more so, the wish to be chased for once. You never expected this to actually happen. 

So this is all your own fault. Because of your stupid social media and movie obsession. What kind of idiot would actually want to play catch in the woods with fucking Ghostface? With a stranger of all things. Your ancestors would be so disappointed. 

The forest looms ahead, dark and foreboding, each shadow seeming to stretch out, eager to swallow you whole. Your breath quickens, heart pounding in your chest as you venture deeper. The moonlight barely pierces the dense canopy above, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.

It all seemed like child’s play, until actual fear settles in your bones. Until your heels make your escape harder, getting stuck in the dirt or caught on roots again and again. The game has turned dangerous, as adrenaline surges through you. The echo of your pursuer's footsteps grow louder, closer.

He teases you with the cracking of branches beneath his heavy footwear, he must have an easy time stalking behind. “Sweetheart, where are you bringing me?” His raspy voice rings through the trees, as clear as if he were to stand right behind you—looming above your smaller frame like a starved wolf. Your mind races, torn between the intoxicating excitement and the creeping terror as a whimper seems like your pathetic answer to his question. You have fantasised about this moment, but reality is far more intense. The fear is real, and so is the man chasing you. “I thought you wanted to play with me as much as I wanna play with you, bunny~” 

How dare you try to get away from him?

Maniacal laughter echoes through the woods as Endo watches you stumble through the dark, refusing to speak with him, you seem unable to think. Are you really that scared? "Stop trying to run from me," he warns, impatience starting to lace his voice. "You were such a good little thing, got me all riled up. Now let me catch my reward."

The forest seems to close in around you, shadows dancing and whispering secrets as you desperately search for a way forward. But the footsteps of your pursuer only grow louder, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot mixing with your staggered breaths. Endo revels in the chase, the joy of witnessing your fear, and the promise of what comes next.

"I want the woods to hear your pretty moans, all for me," he nearly moans the words as he tears off the Ghostface mask to see better. His crazy blue eyes lock onto you, the moonlight illuminating his face, twisted with a mix of lust and madness all for you to see. 

You stumble upon the initial scare, heart pounding wildly in your chest. How? Why? Out of all the people in the world. “No backsies~” Endo warns, as you lose sight of him in the trees. Anyone, anyone but him. You hide behind a tree, eyes heavy from the tears you were fighting back now spilling free. The forest, once a place of curiosity for your dark fantasies, feels like a trap. And Endo is closing in on you. 

It’s an eerie atmosphere as silence holds your body still like a ghostly embrace. You are too scared to speak, move, or look. You should really be on the lookout for your surroundings, but your eyes remain tightly shut, tears seemingly unending as they ruin your makeup and taint your cheeks.

The stillness is unbearable.

Until Endo reaches you. His strong frame overwhelms you in an instant. Somewhere along the way he rid himself of the constricting sweater, freeing his heated skin to let his signature tattoos greet you. The sudden proximity of his body wraps a blanket of intense, nearly unbearable heat, around you. It battles the stark contrast of the chill that clings to your body. His hand grasps into your hair recklessly, yanking you back until you have no choice but to stumble into his broad chest. The tattoos that snake along his arms are suddenly around your neck, his fingers pressing into the delicate skin to successfully constrict your breath.

Endo hums cheerfully, much unlike the given situation, his sugary voice vibrates against your ear as he whispers, "Found ya!" The sweetness of his words contradicts sharply with the crude actions that follow as he presses you against a tree, his teeth bruise your shoulder before he nibbles along your neck.

His canines break your skin with ease as his nails dig into your hips, to perfectly hold you in place. You feel your body break beneath his strength, effortlessly being handled like Endo's favourite toy when he arches you into the tree, your ass out for his cock to rut against while he abuses your skin, littering it with love bites. "Fuck me, you smell so good, pretty thing," he murmurs while shamelessly inhaling your scent, just as sweet as he remembers. “I’ve missed you so much, you can’t imagine…”

Deep, raspy moans of your name and filthy mumbles are a haunting symphony of his deep love. 

He can no longer contain his excitement. The need to have you, to feel you, to taste you again reigns over him. Endo's large hands run along your outer thighs before moving to the insides to let his fingertips tease your overly sensitive skin. Greedily, he cups your pussy in his palm, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. Oh, he loves how much you leak because of him. He has no other choice but to rub in just how much your body reacts to him. 

You fulfil Endo. The pathetic cry that escapes your lips? Heavenly. The plea of his name? Delicious. And the nimble fingers trying to push against his strong hand? "Fuck, you’re so cute," Endo whispers in a most lovesick way possible.

But enough playing around. Enough hiding from him. Endo focuses back onto the task ahead, onto the flimsy bodysuit you’re wearing. Which is, by the way, so easy to tear, to conquer what he needs, just like that: His fingertips dig into the fabric between your thighs and the harsh ripping sounds have you jolt awake, have you pull away from his grasp like a spoiled brat—he hates brats.

"Stop putting up a fight," he murmurs, "You asked for this." The sharp sting in your scalp is a brutal reminder of your place as Endo yanks your hair once more, pulling you back into his grasp. Your head rests on his shoulder, his crazed gaze locking onto your widened eyes, fear evident in your pretty pupils. Two fingers pump deeply into your cunt, scissoring your walls to prepare you for his own twisted desires. "Look at you, clinging to my fingers like a cockhungry little monster," he chuckles, relishing in his own words and your ashamed reaction as you struggle to maintain eye contact. 

"Why don’t your pretty lips beg for me as well?" he whispers into your ear before his teeth graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "Beg for me to fuck you out in the open. Beg for me, come on, pretty girl, I need you to tell me how desperate you are for me right this fucking moment." His eyes widen with excitement, a manic grin spreading across his face, making him appear almost unhinged—yet, to you, insanely hot? 

His maniacal love brings back memories you repressed. No matter how sick his affliction was, it filled you like nothing else. And now that he’s back, Endo will make sure he never messes that up again.

This is all you wanted, isn’t it? The hunt, the chase, the inevitable claim of the prize. You nod quickly, lips pressed tightly together before they part again, though you can’t stop grinding against him like an animal in heat. "Please, fuck me, take me, I’m all yours, you won, I really, really wanna—" Your pleas are cut off by a high-pitched moan as he thrusts a third finger into you. Your eyes roll back from the intense stimulation, but a sharp spank to your arse drags you back to reality.

"Didn’t say it was enough—go on," Endo urges, his eyes searching your face, desperate for praise. "Can’t think of anything but getting fucked by you tonight. Please, please, please, I need you!" Of course you do. And he needs you just as badly. He knows you so well, knows exactly how to make your sharp tongue forget how to form words, how to make you chant his name like a prayer. The sounds falling from your lips fuel his madness, his eyes frantically searching yours for every scrap of affection you can offer him in this obscene display.

Your back meets the rough bark of a tree as Endo lifts your legs effortlessly, placing them on his shoulders as he kneels before you like a man devoting himself to his goddess. You barely have time to catch your breath before his mouth is on your pussy, his head buried between your thighs as he laps at your folds with fervour. His tongue, hot and insistent, drags along your puffy lips before pushing against your throbbing flesh, circling your clit with maddening precision. His groans vibrate through your body, and you clench your thighs around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging violently at the roots—just the way he loves it. He savours the shivers running down his spine, the tightening in his gut, the aching weight in his trousers.

"Fuck, you’re driving me insane, doll," he moans into your pussy, his teeth grazing your clit until you jerk, too sensitive yet craving more. You could never get enough of him. Why did you even bother breaking up with him?

"‘M so close, can’t take more, Ya-Yamato~" You gasp, but he won’t let you falter now. You can take more—just a little more of his love. The pain you cause by pulling his hair only spurs him on, driving him further into his frenzy. Until you’re trembling against him, your legs shaking around his head under the relentless patterns of his tongue circling your clit. Your increased volume drives Endo to the brink of madness.

"God, bunny, you taste so fucking good," he mutters into your folds, the vibrations of his words adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Your moans are like music to him, a symphony he could listen to endlessly. His fingers slide back into you, curling to reach that perfect, gummy spot inside while he devours your slick like a man starved. He pushes you harder against the tree, his free hand roaming your thighs, tearing your bodysuit further apart for easy access to everything he craves.

This is his reward, his obsession—his twisted love made flesh. And you, trembling and whimpering under his touch, are exactly where you belong.

You’re rutting against his face, pulling him deeper into your pussy, thighs squeezing around him, muffling his groans as your moans echo through the dead forest. Just as the crest of your release approaches, he suddenly pulls away, and your feet land on the ground. His palm meets your puffy cunt with a sharp, stinging slap, pushing you over the edge with a burst of pain. You tumble into his strong chest, fully engulfed in Endo, surrounded and protected by him as you come undone in the palm of his hand.

"Good little thing, playing so well with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice a mix of praise and possessiveness. "You deserve to be fucked until your legs give out, leaving a trail for all the perverts to lick up on your way home." He inhales your scent deeply, arms holding you steady as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. You’re halfway gone, lost in the aftermath of your release, so it’s no surprise you don’t register the sound of his zip being undone.

Endo manoeuvres you like his personal plaything, turning you around with a practised ease. A flat hand between your shoulder blades pushes you forward, but he doesn’t let you fall. He’ll always hold his princess up. His biceps flex as he snakes an arm around your waist, positioning you perfectly to slide his needy cock inside you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, drowning himself in your scent as he thrusts deeply, each push driving you forward in his embrace. Your body jerks with the impact, on the verge of giving out.

"You wanted this," he reminds you, his breath staggered, drawing out each word as he battles his own exhaustion. "You know I’ll make any of your wishes come true, no matter how fucked up." Another harsh thrust nearly drives you into the tree, but Endo pulls you back, refusing to let you drift too far from him. He will always hold you as close as possible. "I’d do anything for you," he rambles, his voice thick with devotion. His brows furrow in concentration as he leans back, his eyes raking over your subdued form.

His hands grip your upper arms, his thighs spreading you open as his hips bounce against the soft flesh of your arse. He’s so close—so fucking close. Mumbled adorations spill from his lips, "My perfect girl," and hushed "I love you"s pouring into your fucked-out mind. He doesn’t mind your muted responses; not when your walls clamp around his cock with every word of praise. His beloved is tired, after all. "Gonna cum inside ya, fuck, I’m so close," he groans, his breath ragged, moans raspy. The heat of his breath and the drops of sweat the only sensations grounding you while he fucks you with growing desperation.

Endo's movements slow down for him to only grind into you once his neediness makes a return. "Let me hear it again, pretty thing, tell me." His voice is a desperate pant, needing your words to anchor him. Perfectly conditioned, you remember what makes him fall apart in the palm of your hand. No matter the bile biting your throat upon the messy memories you hold for him, you give him what he needs. "I-I love you, Yamato, I love you, can you cum for me, please?" you pant, your voice trembling.

His eyes roll back, a near-maniacal grin spreading across his face as his head falls back to gaze at the bright moonlight above. "Don’t have to ask me twice, doll," he promises, and with a final thrust, he finally lets go, freeing himself from the pent-up need that consumed him.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[heheheku]

Anders going into glow stick mode from any strong emotions, thoughts?

[polaris-stuff]

I think Sun deserves to choke Eclipse at least once

now the real piece lol

[caninuscananeus]

[fictionkinfessions]

if you make a dungeon meshi "modern au" or whatever the fuck and have all these fleshed out ideas for everyone, but then for me you just say "she's the pet cat" i hope you choke. congrats, you missed the ENTIRE fucking point of who i am. i got dehumanized enough, and idiots here are doing it worse than anyone ever has.

-izutsumi (fictive)

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[sugurouge]

— playground : umemiya hajime x f!reader x endo yamato

summary: idk, i wanted them together, here we are. nothing more but a depraved lil drabble

wc: 1k

content warnings! nsfw, teasing, degradation, both are rather condescending here, hair pulling, threesome, blowjob, manhandling, petnames, rough sex, dumbification, asphyxiation, somewhat dacryphilia

“Don’t be selfish now,” Endo chides with a hint of irritation, gently grasping your chin to direct your attention back to him. “You wanted to share, yet you’re all over Ume.” His jealousy prompts you to shift slightly in Hajime's lap, to face the dark haired man instead and cradle his pretty face, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Yet Yamato can be greedy, too greedy whenever something tastes absolutely divine. His mouth now latches onto your neck, firm hands on your hips pull you onto his own lap, to grind your throbbing pussy against his cock, as his lips destroy your skin. Umemiya's chuckle fans over your slightly damp neck as he busies himself with an exploration of your figure, his fingers run over the sheer fabric of your blouse, popping one button after another and exposing your bra to their hungry gazes.

The stark contrast between his cool touch and your heated skin sends shivers down your spine. However, Ume's teasing pales in comparison to Endo's urgent advances, guiding your hands to unfasten his belt as he deftly caresses the damp fabric of your panties before riding you of the useless scrap of fabric.

Of course, he fucks you first, guiding your ass to take a seat on his thighs as he helps you settle down on his overly excited cock. You’re pressed against his chest with big palms resting on your tummy and squeezing your tits.

The sight in front has Hajime question his sanity, never would he have expected to enjoy watching you get absolutely ruined by someone else. The blush on his cheeks nearly radiates as he has to keep his own excitement in check, fisting along his erection for some desperate measure of relief.

Teeth graze the nape of your neck while you part your lips and loll your tongue out to get a taste of Hajime's pre-cum. He drags the dripping head over your glossy lips, the mess he creates makes you even prettier.

But the devil behind your shoulder bounces your frame on his lap with ease, forcing you to welcome Ume in the back of your throat with no warning. You clench around Endo, nails scratching over Hajime's pecks and thighs for leverage as tears brim your eyes. You should have known that Endo is an impatient bastard. “Not so greedy, pretty girl” Ume groans, yet a big grin forces its way on his face, the satisfaction you present him with too good to feel bad for you.

Muffled cries of objection send tingles over Ume's skin, a mixture of your saliva and his arousal leaking from your mouth while he loses himself in bliss. “Fuck, you’re such a filthy little vixen, ain’t you?” Endo murmurs, sounding almost upset—yet intrigued, you definitely need to suck him off as well.

Moans escape you, vibrating around Hajime's cock, before it all gets a little too much. The stretch in the back of your throat causes a panic to stir in your mind. Yet the attempts of pulling back only push you further into Endo. He grins. “No, no, kitten, give him all you’ve got before you suck me like your favourite lolly,” Yamato murmurs in your ear, his hand tangling in your hair and pushing you further onto Ume's cock until your lips meet his pelvis. Your eyes roll back as desperate whimpers are lost in their fervent groans.

It's a game of push and pull, two pairs of hands all over your body to hold you in positions perfect for their own selfish desires.

“Up you go, pretty thing,” Endo drawls, large hands grasp your hips to hoist you off his lap and shove you further into Umemiya until you're on all fours. The latter ensures your lips remain around his cock, his blunt nails digging into your scalp as he revels in your choking sounds. The position is uncomfortable for you, effectively constricting your airway, causing your throat and cunt to clench around their cocks as their pace quickens. A calloused hand massages your cheek, before lacing around your throat, to make breathing just a tad bit more difficult. Your mind is spinning, ears ringing, yet both guys are too caught up in their needs to worry for you.

But you enjoy this. Sick girl. As your climax approaches, your fingers paw against Ume's thighs, overwhelmed by Endo's cock deep within your fluttering walls, you finally free yourself. “‘M cumming, please,” you mewl. Yet instead of having mercy, Yamato tugs on your hair, forcing you to meet steel blue eyes, Hajime's gaze is almost drowning in your fucked-out expression until Endo's movements slow to shallow thrusts.

“So you ruin my pleasure because you’re only thinking with your pussy?” Umemiya grumbles, his words and irritation catch you off guard. Your eyes wide in shock, since you've never heard him talk like that before. But the electrifying spank to your clit wales you from your shock. Endo's fingers rub lazy circles around your nub, pinching you offer no answer to Umemiya's complaint.

“I-I’m sorry, Haji, really sorry!” Your tear-streaked cheeks and sobbing voice draw a sigh from Umemiya. “Silly girl, time to turn around.” Their synchronised actions are intimidating; barely able to face Endo as he already pulls you towards his glistening cock while Umemiya's nails drag over the plush of your ass and back. “Take it all,” the dark haired man urges.

As you bend over to take Yamato's cock—your jaw deliberately slack—Ume positions himself between your legs. His hands push down on the small of your back, presenting your ass perfectly as your core drips down your inner thighs. With a swift, commanding thrust, he enters you deeply, his hips snapping fervently against you. Each powerful push drives him closer to his climax, his desperation fuelled by the sight of Endo finishing on your tongue.

You're too pretty to not have your face covered in cum, he thinks to himself.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[sparkcest]

HAI college is still kicking my ass sorry .. here are some misc Wheelie thoughts I’ve written but haven’t had time to post :3

Swindle/Wheelie

Swindle would immediately wanna sell Wheelie to the highest bidder methinks. Finding a real, honest to god sparkling during the war is so rare, mf’s about to make BANK. Swindle “comforts” him, saying maybe he’ll get lucky and it’ll just be an infertile mech desperate to adopt!! But they both know it’ll just be a rich old pervert, probably in the market for a spike sleeve that’ll put up a fight

Of course, who would Swindle be if he didn’t test the merchandise first? Just for the sake of quality assurance! Swindle would only need one hand to pin him to the ground, holding him in place while he oh so kindly preps him. One digit is big enough to break Wheelie’s seal, two is enough to make him black out from the pain. Swindle stops once he’s juuust loose enough to force his way inside, reveling in the feeling of wires tearing and energon lines disconnecting just past his valves mesh. Mmm.. I think it’d create a weird vibrating sorta feeling around his spike. Each wire shakes with the strain of trying to stay in-tact, before suddenly snapping and loosening the way incrementally. Wheelie would be forced online by his processor so he can safely purge, crying out around each heave and gag and sob. He’s too weak to even hold his head up above his mess, face down in his own vomit while he prays to primus that he’ll just die already. He’d never be so lucky though, and Swindle’s quick to send him off for repairs afterwards so he can officially put Wheelie on the market

Ratchet/Wheelie

Ratchet taking advantage of Wheelie during a check up .. he insists that he needs to do a full-body physical and forces his panel open, pushing two digits into his already stretched valve without even bothering to question WHY it’s loose. He’d be a hypocrite if he started playing the caring doctor this far in, especially when he’s obviously no better. Wheelie sobs and kicks at his wrist but Ratchet holds steady, grinding down on every sensitive node until he’s forced to overload. He barely even has time to delude himself into thinking it’s over, his relaxed body going rigid once again as Ratchet tries to push him to his limits. He wants to know how far he can bend a sparkling before they break. Wheelie is the perfect victim for his sadistic desires, because realistically, what can Blurr do if Wheelie tells him? Exposing Ratchet will also expose himself, and there’s no way he can risk that. Wheelie cries out for Blurr the entire time, partially because he doesn’t want this, but also because he’s scared Blurr will leave him over this. Poor kid doesn’t even stop to consider that this is against his will, in his mind the act itself is enough to qualify as cheating

Bonus points in that scenario if Wheelie was scared to go bc he has a hard time trusting adults, but Blurr insisted that it’d be okay. Ofc Blurr didn’t plan for this to happen, but he’s still the one that claimed Ratchet could be trusted!! Wheelie tries to be mad at Blurr, he really really does, but the fear of losing Blurr outweighs any anger and he just ends up compartmentalizing it. He’s gonna have soo many repressed feelings once he’s older and he should get to work through none of them I think cuz he loves his papa above all else heart

IDW Blurr/Wheelie

I think IDW wheelblurr would lean into the abusive aspects of their relationship. Obviously a relationship like that is always inherently abusive, but like .. Blurr gets sooo much out of being able to treat Wheelie like he’s nothing more than an annoying little insect. It’s entirely a power thing for him, and it lets him find normalcy in a sense of superiority that’s been (somewhat) stripped from him via the war. By somewhat I mean that his mindset hasn’t changed, but he can no longer get everything he wants because his role as a racer doesn’t really matter anymore. He’s another soldier, a good one yes, but he’s still in the same shitty situation as everyone else. He spends a long time doing the bare minimum as a sire, with everything beyond that solely being for the sake of public appearances. Over time he does start to care for Wheelie in his own fucked up way, but he’s never the sire Wheelie wanted or needed

Blurr lets up on his awful treatment when the war ends, finally finding a new routine that suits him instead of taking out all his frustrations on a literal child. He still doesn’t exactly care for Wheelie, not like a father, but he isn’t nearly as mean or neglectful, and they don’t interface as often as they used to. This fucks with Wheelie’s head baddd. Blurr has only ever objectified and bullied him up to this point, and suddenly that’s ripped away. He’s forced to look at their relationship for what it is, and it makes him feel so nauseous, but it’s also hard for him to fully grasp. It’s like his head wants him to forget it all because it isn’t actively happening and Blurr is (somewhat) kinder now, even though he KNOWS how awful it felt. If Blurr isn’t objectifying him, or taking out his frustrations, what worth does he have? If he isn’t useful to the one person that’s cared for him up to this point, what could he possibly offer to anyone else? Why does he even bother living? I need him fucked UP over this, throwing up and clawing at his armor because he just feels dirty. Scrubbing at protoform, scratching it until he he’s spilling energon, none of it makes him feel clean in his body anymore. Blurr always acts like he doesn’t know about Wheelie’s feelings, but he obviously does. He’s the one that has to call a medic to take care of Wheelie’s wounds and bribe them to keep things hush hush. He just doesn’t want to talk about it because he doesn’t care

If ANY of this ever got out Blurr would be doomed, so it’s better to keep Wheelie on a short leash. It’s why he’s too scared to leave, already knowing damn well that Blurr has the resources to drag him back. He doesn’t even want justice anymore, he just wants OUT

Also a misc headcanon for this; Blurr is an extremely heavy sleeper, and sometimes Wheelie will climb into bed with him to get some sense of actual companionship. He can delude himself into thinking Blurr’s willingly being affectionate, even though there’s this constant lingering fear because he knows he’ll be punished severely if he’s caught

Unknown/Wheelie

Someone should choke Wheelie with the string part of his slingshot. Maybe an especially cruel decepticon that’s sick of listening to him. It’d be so easy to wrap it around his little neck, twisting it til it’s tight enough to cut off energon-flow. Drooling while he claws at his attackers hands hmmf .. maybe he starts trembling when it gets bad enough, letting out the cutest little sounds every time he chokes and gags around desperate pleas for mercy. His animalistic fight to survive overrides any fear he may have if they try to prod at his panels, too busy kicking and scratching to even think about re-engaging the lock. His processor is actively corrupting at this point, optics dimming and body thrashing outside of his control. Ougdhd he loses control of his waste tank while his frame spasms, actively voiding into his attackers hand while they poke around his array

IDW Blurr / Wheelie Bishoujo

Blurr loves jerking off while stalking gossip forums that talk about her and Wheelie’s relationship. A lot of people suspect that there’s something more going on between them, and some even go as far as to create their own little twisted fanfic scenarios. She probably gets a kick out of recreating the scenes irl. It’s just sooo hot knowing that her daughter is the subject of so many pervs wet dreams, but she’s the only one that’ll ever get to live them out. Sometimes she shares true stories under an anonymous account, getting off on the fact that these freaks have no clue that they’re jerking it to the real thing

She probably loves the idea of Wheelie researching herself and her media appearances later down the line, slowly becoming more and more horrified as she realizes that this story isn’t just some anonymous perverts delusions, she LIVED through that. And seeing all the comments talking about how hot it is to read, and how they wish they could do that to her .. it fucks up her self worth BADDD

[thewandererh]

debating whether i should share an older cccclinic fic…..here’s a snippet of simon having a terrible time

[athoth-from-athoth]

Isaac… you poor thing…

[angel-gf]

I need you to choke me all the time, I want to be able to sit in front if the mirror daily and trace the bruises on my neck, I want their to be days where I can barley talk from how much my throat hurts. It’ll look so so pretty, I’ll beg for it.

[fictionkinfessions]

Do guys ever want to throttle your "canon" counterparts? Because I sure do.

(Natlan was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back. Game world Lumine and Paimon it's time to square up)

#Traveler✍️✨

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