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Bad Things Happen Bingo – Traumatic Touch Aversion @badthingshappenbingo ┆ Square #6
「✦」 OCs: Achiette D'Aosta, Cathal Nadeau, Celeste Halwyn ⅋ Laurent D'Aosta 「✧」 Content: (Old) Brands ┆ Non-Sexual Nudity ┆ Scars┆Wound Care 「✦」 Word Count: 1,906 「✧」 Relevant Links: Masterlist ┆ References ⛧ ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿⛧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ I can’t tell what is real, or a lie; // In my head, there’s a dialogue; // That I don’t recognise; // The curtain falls; // And there’s nowhere to hide. ❞ ⛧ ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿⛧
“What do you think about looking over your wounds?” Laurent asked Cathal, the meal long since over. He’d been lost in conversation with Achiette and Celeste for quite some time, naïvely hoping that Cathal may join them. “I am happy to do it, but Achiette is far more familiar with herbal remedies than me.”
A noncommittal shrug from Cathal. Did it matter? They were just bruises. And bruises healed. Nothing was broken. Nothing would cause any lasting damage. And the help would only serve to pad his growing debt to Laurent.
Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide, and not entirely canon to Ronin’s backstory
Bingo slot: Rape/non-con
Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s
Warnings; Rape/non-con, PTSD, murder, sexual assault, past rape, past sexual assault, implied dissociation, trauma, blood, etc
Summary: Ronin has survived many dangerous things, has been through many battles. Has seen and experienced the ugliness in others. Now…it’s his turn to finally get some closure.
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It hurts.
THRUST
It’s tearing me apart.
THRUST, THRUST
Stop it! No more. You’ve made your fucking point—
SLAM
It burns. Burning my insides.
Panting and grunting heard above as Ronin kept going in and out of a daze. His body felt numb, but he still felt so sore. Dry tears stains down his cheeks as he takes in large deep breaths whenever he has a chance.
He looked around a few times, to remind himself where the hell he was.
Inside the training gym where yokai would train and get buff before they leave for battle. Ronin hardly ever used his place, but when he did, he admits it was mostly used for him to shit-stir his opponents.
Get them to falter and crack so it would be easy to take them down when they enter the arena with him. He also did it to let off steam. Either after an argument with Big Mama or simply just having one of his episodes.
Ronin shakes, trembling as he felt the hands of the yokai behind gripping his ass, slapping it as Ronin let out a choked sob on instinct, his hand shakily moving to grip the arm behind him, in attempt to push off the greedy yokai that just didn’t know when to stop.
Ronin supposed he might’ve deserved this. He was talking smack, hoping to rile him up enough to get him to become blind with nothing other than rage.
Rage always makes the fighter unable to think properly. Making them easy targets.
But this time? Ronin was the one getting roughly handled. Recalling the moments earlier when he was suddenly picked up by the throat, slammed down hard onto the floor a few times before being thrown to the wall, coughing as the wind was knocked out of him.
The yokai had said something along the lines of ‘time to teach you a lesson, Champion’. And before Ronin could even register what was going on, he was turned around, being pinned down against the training mat, ass up in the air as he squirms.
He felt the sickening touch of something wet and big grazing against his ass, and then…came the agonising stretch of the big dick going inside of him.
Completely unprepared as Ronin shouts in pain and terror, trying to fight back to be released, but perhaps he was in too much shock, or felt like he was being paralysed. He couldn’t move. Having no energy to fight back.
His throat became raw with sobs and cries for help and telling the yokai to stop. Begging him to stop all together. Claiming that the lesson was learnt. Whatever the hell the lesson even was for him.
Eventually Ronin just…gave up. Every now and then he’d choke and mutter out a ‘please stop’ before he would be silenced with a hard and sharp thrust, the insides of him jiggling around it felt like.
Ronin felt the cum of the yokai trailing down from his ass to his legs. What Ronin hated the most was how his own body reacted. He knew it was natural, it didn’t mean he enjoyed it.
He would cum to, and even that was painful, like he was being pinched over and over.
He lost count on how long he was like this. But finally…finally, the yokai pulled out and tossed Ronin to the side, the young turtle straining out a groan of utter agony as he lay limply on the floor.
His eyes unfocused, everything seeming to be nothing but white noise for his inner ear. His mouth dry and burning as he exhaustedly watched the yokai pull his pants up.
The yokai was a reptile, lizard perhaps. He wasn’t entirely sure of the species, but nonetheless, he saw the lips of his assaulter move, talking to him, but Ronin couldn’t hear.
He looked away, lifting his head slightly to see the damage done to him. It was very hard to properly see, but he did see splotches of red on the mat, and smeared blood against his thighs.
Ah…he bled.
He blankly stared, the lizard guy having next moments ago. Ronin’s body trembles, cautiously he lays back down, closing his eyes.
He had no energy to move from this position. Not yet at least. He supposed he felt lucky that the gym only occupied him now. Being assaulted without anyone nearby.
He also felt dumb…why did he antagonise a former champion when he was alone? Known for his hit headed temper and unpredictable nature?
Maybe he deserved it. It felt like it was his fault after all.
A/N: YAY! My fourth one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, Is Meredith losing her mind? Find out in the next chapter,🐞❤️
Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, drug use,torture, anything else I missed let me know💕
Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.
Words:2141🐞❤️
Chapter Name: Lingering Shadows, 3:00 AM Calls, & Empty Shell’s
Meredith wakes up feeling like she’s been scraped off the pavement, her mouth dry, her veins crawling, unsure if it’s the guilt of relapsing or the remnants of the drugs she took. It’s still a blur really, as she focussed her eyes she saw the man, with his crazy curly brown hair, her head against his chest, his arms engulfing her, his head against the wall as he must’ve fallen asleep. Wait! What? When did this happen, how did Spencer get in, then the fear sets in, he knows… he knows she used again. In one swift motion she escapes the comfort of his arms, as she scurries across the floor, her heart beating in her throat.
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating:
Explicit
Warnings:
Rape/Non-Con
Relationships:
CC-1010 | Fox/Anakin Skywalker
Characters:
CC-1010 | Fox, Anakin Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CC-2224 | Cody
Additional Tags:
Space Pirates, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Fuck Or Die, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Hurt/Minor Comfort, listen they’re trying neither of them are good at this, The Clone Wars Season 4, References to Slavery and Sexual Slavery, Guilt, Taunting, fuck or die aftermath
Series:
Part 1 of desolation in your skin
Summary:
Anakin certainly felt afraid now, rubbing his hands up and down Fox’s naked back, even though that got through to him as little as everything else had so far. “Fox,” he whispered again, though Fox didn’t seem to even hear his own name as his name. “I’m sorry. I’m going to make this as easy on you as I can,” but Fox didn’t react to that either.
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Anakin saves Commander Fox’s life. Somehow, they’re both going to have to deal with that.
Shirley and River are tasered, kidnapped and left tied to chairs with only each other and foul moods and sarcasm for company. Not exactly the Friday night either of them planned. But why Shirley and River? Out of everyone at Slough House, why them? Sure, River had likely pissed off more than one wrong person at some point in his short but infamous MI5 career, and his last name made him a target for any number of people his grandfather might’ve fucked over during his apparently legendary time in The Service.
Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide. This is set when Nico gets transported to the past/present with Casey Jr. In this version/AU Matt and future Adriaen, along with future Leo and the other future brothers of the Hamato clan are all dead and Nico and Casey have been living with the past versions of their family for a few months after the Krang invasion.
Bingo slot: Drugged
Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s
Warnings; Drugged, angst, grief over family members, implied PTSD, nightmares, kidnapping, implied past trauma, etc
Summary: A blast from the past. Nico knew the stories of the EPF, how they were enemies of yokai kind. Nico didn’t fret that he would meet them so soon after arriving in the past. Let alone be drugged by them.
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Nico had nightmares a lot ever since the incident. Ever since the death of his little brother. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have brought Matt out there, knowing that Matt was still recovering from being sick.
Matt begged to come with him and Nico just…allowed it.
He can still remember the gruesome scene. The blood poured out of Matt’s body as he was squashed by Krang Prime.
It was Nico’s fault. He knew that.
It was his fault that his baby brother was dead. His fault that his father Leo became such a mess, blaming Nico, which he understood. He blamed himself too.
Nico heard the sounds of pained moans, turning around stiffly and almost wanting to puke at the sight of seeing Matt’s body, legs unable to work as he crawled towards his brother, his eyes and mouth black as night, blood streaming down from the holes.
“Nico….” Matt ghostly groans out, slowly climbing up the frozen state of his older brother as Nico hiccuped on his sobs, closing his eyes tightly as he muttered under his breath a single phrase over and over again.
He gasps awake, cold sweat dripping down his body as he stares up at the ceiling of his new room. He looked around, taking in the view to calm down before sitting up.
It wasn’t real. Just a nightmare. How many was that now?
Nico sighs, rubbing his face to wake himself up as he hops out of the bed, grabbing his mask and putting it on, not bothering to get dressed in the rest of his gear as he exits the bedroom.
His nostrils caught the scent of bacon and eggs being cooked by his Uncle Mikey—who insisted on being called that—while Nico heard the voices of everyone else. He must’ve been the last one to wake up.
“Hey there he is! Slept well?” Leo announces, spotting his future son who stood in the archway of the kitchen when he strolled over. Nico gazed around at the table, his parents sitting next to each other, eating their own plate of food, Donnie and Raph on the other side, Mikey humming along in the kitchen, April and Casey sat beside each other facing Raph and Donnie and then Splinter, at the head of the table.
“Nico! I saved you a plate.” Mikey announces, brightly smiling and walking out the kitchen carrying said plate of breakfast. He puts it down next to Casey, indicating that’s where he was going to sit to eat.
“Thank you…” Nico muttered, still waking himself up and trying to not seem like he just had another nightmare. Only a select few knew of his sleeping struggles. That being Casey, Leo and Adriaen. He suspected Mikey might’ve had a suspicion about his struggles but he didn’t say anything to him.
“You’ve been sleeping for a while. It’s almost 10 in the morning.” Raph informs, chuckling lightly in amusement, while Nico blinks and blushes in embarrassment at his sleep in.
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. Leo was like that too, sleeping in late all the time.” Raph grins, enjoying teasing his younger brother in front of his future child as the slider scoffs and crosses his arms. “Okay, low blow.” He rolls his orbs as Adriaen hums, smirking to himself. “He’s not wrong though. You’ve only just started to get better at waking up on time.” Adriaen added his own quip, playfully ignoring the way Leo squawked.
They were loud, but Nico didn’t mind. He grew up with them after all. Even so, Casey could tell that something was bothering Nico, so he leaned over, to him slightly to whisper. “You okay? Did you have another…?” He began, pausing as he didn’t want to say it out loud, but Nico understood what he was hinting at.
“I’m fine.”
“Nico. If you’re still struggling, I can ask to get you some sleeping pills?”
“Casey…—“
“I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to help you out—“
Nico slams his fists on the table, jostling the plates and other utensils on the table for a moment as he glares warningly at Casey.
No words were exchanged, but it was clear that Nico was telling him to shut up and not talk to him about it.
Everyone else who felt the table rock briefly and heard and saw the slamming of Nico’s fists, all silently watched, the tension suddenly becoming apparent in the air. Nico noticed the scene he caused, scoffing at himself in utter shame and embarrassment.
He stood up from the chair, “I’m going out for some fresh air.” He concludes, not bothering to grab his plate and put it away, he wanted to leave the lair as quickly as he could.
And that meant no stopping by his room to retrieve his sword or gear. Not like he was planning on actually fighting anybody anyways. Plus with New York still cleaning up the mess from the invasion that only happened 3 months ago, crime had been down.
Summary: The Netherbrain is finally defeated, but Kallista forgot about one thing—the mind flayer tadpole is no longer protecting Astarion from the sun.
“By Moonmaiden’s grace, I can’t believe it’s finally over,” Kallista murmured, wiping blood off of the corner of her mouth. Now that the Netherbrain was gone, it didn’t quite feel real to the tiefling paladin. And now that the adrenaline high was beginning to wear off, she felt almost ready to collapse. “The city is free.” Ahead of them stood a dock, and the slowly setting sun was beginning to inch closer to the horizon. After the harrowing fight, the sunset was a welcome sight. They had saved the city, and possibly all of Faerun, from a grisly fate.
After fighting through so many difficult battles, including helping free Astarion from Cazador, and fighting her own father in the House of Hope, the Netherbrain felt like just another obstacle. Less emotionally draining, but certainly more harrowing.
Plot: Like father, like son. Dante doesn't like to be touched, but he knows needs check up, so he sucks it up. However that new doctor (who is not Leo) seems to be a little friendly with check up to point crossing boundaries. Dante asks him to stop or at least give him minutes to prepare, however the doctor won't listen. Dante is chirping in distress. Luckily his dad and uncle hears him. Let's just say neither Donnie nor Leo are happy with the doctor. Dante needs and allows a hug from two people he trusts (and loves) most. Leo and Donnie are glad to help.
Side note: Dante is your OC so it counts. I thought this could be as a special bonus. What do you think?
This will be marked off as ‘Non-consensual touching’ as that is the main focus!
OMG DANTE I MISS MY BOY 😭
So, for those who don’t know, or need a refresher on who my OC Dante is as I’ve only posted about him maybe 2 or 3 times, but essentially, he is the only son of Donnie. He was created much like Caden to be honest, but is instead a clone of Donnie (sort of?) much like with Caden I’m still working out his character and whatnot, but basically, son of Donnie, Donnie isn’t actually all that thrilled to be a “dad” and therefore is a bit, uh, rude? Neglectful? Of Dante in a way. I honestly can’t remember if his world was set in the apocalypse timeline or in the good timeline post Krang attack and the turtles are just older now
Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!
Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Just Like You. This is also going to be set in the Apocalypse timeline (mostly cause I can’t remember if I made Dante to be set in the bad future or the good future timeline)
Bingo slot: Non-consensual touching
Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s
Summary: Being already triggered with immense touching was annoying for Dante. But he powered through it, he had to, especially during his monthly check-ups with the doctors on the base. But this doctor…they just kept touching and touching.
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Being born from a test tube meant Dante had to have regular monthly checkups, to make sure his body was still healthy even though he insisted he was fine and that if he was feeling ill, he’d let someone know.
But no one didn’t want to take the risk. Especially Leonardo and Donatello. While Donnie was still…adjusting to having a clone of him walking about, that his brothers kept insisting that Dante was his son, Donnie regardless kept his distance, only interacting when necessary.
Leo, being both the leader of the Resistance and one of the best medics in the base as well as self-proclaimed uncle of Dante, he wanted to make sure Dante’s chart was up to date consistently.
And so, here Dante was, sitting on the metallic table in the medbay as he waits for Leo to enter and do the basic checking. Dante went and already stripped himself off his gear, leaving only his mask on his face due to comfort as he tapped his fingers against the table.
Waiting and waiting….
Where was he?
He was about to just go ahead and leave when suddenly the doors open, a human walking in wearing the doctor’s uniform that the Resistance had managed to salvage for the medic team. Makes things easier to know who what was.
“You’re not Leo.” Dante stated the obvious in confusion as the human man chuckle and nods. “Master Leonardo is busy with doing some work. He asked me to come here and do the checkup for him.” He informs, washing his hands at the sinks as Dante eyed him.
“He’s letting…someone else do this?”
There was a reason Dante sounded a bit uncomfortable. It was due to the fact he didn’t like it when strangers touched him. Only the brothers and close family friends knew of Dante’s distaste for touch, especially from strangers.
So, Leo having asked this random medical doctor to do the examination on Dante? He couldn’t really wrap his head around it.
“I promise I’ll be quick. So, let’s get started yeah?”
He walks over, grabbing a tray of tools as he begins to work, telling Dante to open his mouth so that he could shine a torch inside to check for anything out of the usual.
It was going well, barely any touching involved other than the doctor using a small light hammer to tap on Dante’s knees for his reflex.
Bingo Slot: Non-Consensual Kiss (if it hasn’t been taken yet)
Character: Caden
Plot: Caden experiences a “first kiss” kinda moment with someone his age but it ends up being a prank that the person pulled on Caden and it kinda pisses him off but he doesn’t really care at the same time, and the others find out about it at some point and they comfort Caden and tell him that it’s not really something to worry about since it was just a prank and nothing serious.
Summary: Everyone’s first kiss is supposed to be…magical? Amazing? Caden wasn’t too sure, he’s heard the stories but never actually experienced one himself. Until…he did, but it didn’t feel right.
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“What’s a first kiss like?” Was the first thing Caden had asked when he was alone in the bedroom, Leo who had been standing by in his mindscape widened his orbs and coughs. The poor slider choking and gasping on his little coughing fit.
If Leo had a coffee or water or anything in his mouth, he would’ve spat it out but instead he took in big breaths before turning to Caden who stood in front of the podium that was able to control the body.
“Why do you want to know? Don’t tell me you have a crush on someone, eh?” Leo playfully teased, resting his arm on top of Caden’s head as the latter clicked his tongue and swatted Leo’s hand off him.
“No, of course not. I was just curious.”
And it was true, he had been curious. He’s read stories of first kisses, has seen old movies that Donnie had saved and preserved over the years, even coming across couples in the base every now and then.
It was strange, but Caden had been curious. From what he’s heard of first kisses so far, it’s supposed to be magical. Breathtaking. One of a kind.
“You kiss anyone before?” He returns his focus back onto Leo who blushes and awkwardly clears his throat. “I’m not talking about that.” He quickly rejected in telling, only making Caden roll his eyes before lightly grinning slyly.
“Right, right. Cause you’ve probably never kissed anyone in your life. How embarrassing.”
“Hey!”
Caden ignored Leo after that, focusing back on the present as he moved his body out of bed and stretched. Today he didn’t have any training to do, Mikey had convinced Donnie and Raph that Caden should take a day’s break of training.
And with today being now free for Caden, he was able to do whatever he wanted, within reason of course. He got dressed in his blue pants, using the belt to make sure it didn’t fall. He debated on putting his tech gauntlet and holster on for the katana’s. But decided against it.
He did however make sure to put the compression gloves on his feet and arms. Apparently, it was good to get in the habit of doing that, according to Raphael.
“No cloak today?” Leo suggests as Caden shakes his head and exits the bedroom. “No point.” He mumbled, walking down the hallways and turning corners.
He avoided eye contact with anyone that wasn’t someone he already knew. The base was still…adjusting to seeing Caden, murmuring about him and spreading rumours that he was Leo’s son that he kept hidden somehow for years.
The first time they heard that, Caden gave a disgruntled look, with Leo displaying just as equally awkward about that rumour, but he also found it funny, snickering in the back of Caden’s head as Caden would roll his eyes.
Currently the turtle himself was strolling the base, unsure of what to do as he turns a corner, bumping a chest of a human girl, who seemed around his age.
She mumbled an apology before gasping in recognition. “Hey! Your Master Leonardo!” She exclaimed, earning Caden to winced and bite his tongue. “No, I’m not.” He corrects, trying to not come across as rude, but judging by the girl’s face, the way she slightly recoiled, he must’ve sounded annoyed.
”No, you’re totally him. I mean, younger yeah, but you look a lot like him.”
Here we go…
Caden crosses his arms, no longer really paying attention as the girl rambled in and on about Master Leonardo and his feats. Perhaps he was simply tired to walk away in that moment, maybe he hoped she would stop talking and correct herself.
But she didn’t, “I hear that ever since you got turned younger, you got like amnesia.” She concludes, Caden scoffing at that and shrugging his shoulder. “I wish.” He muttered to himself, “Say…um…since you’re like my age now, right?” She began, walking forward towards him as Caden shuffled back instinctively, blinking in confusion as he basically pinned against the wall.
“I’ve kinda always thought you were hot, Master Leonardo…”
What?
“What?”
Even Leo who had no choice but to listen in on the situation was in obvious shock, “Uh, kid, want me to like take over and tell her off?” Leo inquired, as Caden shook his head. He can handle this…
“You got the wrong guy. I’m not—“
He didn’t get a chance to explain himself, not when the girl pressed her lips against his without warning. Caden froze, shocked as his eyes remained wide open.
