During his teens years all the touch he ever received was during fighting, so he subconsciously learned, if I ever get touch it will hurt so I must dodge. If their teachers were proud at most he got a squeeze in his shoulder so nothing too big
When he pretend to be Brucie, the touches were hollow, people didn’t really like his real self, just this act,. It even felt invading, nauseous, disgusting
As Batman when he saved civilians he had a thick armor between them and there was nothing too meaningful, if people cling was bc they were scared, the situation wasn’t one where he could linger and think much about it, it wasn’t anything special coming from someone he even cares about in a personal level, just people not wanting to die
So when he took Dick in, this child who’s concept of personal space was so different, Bruce really struggled. It burned, everything in his self scream to kick this kid in the face, to shove him away, dodge before it hurts
Yet Bruce never dared to act on his instincts, Dick was raised different, he has different needs, it really took Bruce and Alfred so much for him to really open up
Even though Dick is sociable and shameless in making himself comfortable, he isn’t one to be vulnerable. So when he admitted he needed a hug, that he was scared, or even that he got a nightmare and asks if he could sleep with Bruce
The last thing Bruce should ever do is pushing him away. Coming from someone who knows how hard is to open up, the last thing he wanted was to dismiss it, so Dick never grows bigger walls in his heart just like Bruce was force to do
When Jason came it was easier to accept it, but Jason wasn’t Dick. Jason also was playful, also smiled brightly despite it all, but wasn’t one to start hugs
This became another barrier for Bruce, he was now accepting touch yet starting it was another challenge, but he knew all of this wasn’t for him but for Jason. Someone with almost the same relationship with touch as him, or even worse, craving it despite being repulsed by it
This challenge pushed Bruce to try harder, to be better. When he felt proud of Jaybin Bruce hug him, when he felt Jason was in a bad mood, Bruce tried to appear open, approachable, to melt some of the ice that always lingers in his heart
By the time Tim came, Bruce found it very hard to melt the ice, his fingers keep being as cold as the last time he hug Jason. With all his might, knowing it’s not Tim’s fault, knowing Tim also needs reassurance, he tried to be as welcoming as he could, yet no matter the day, the weather or the season, his heart reamained an endless winter
It’s not fair for Tim, he must be better, finding a way to lit a fire, to turn the AC, even preparing hot drinks, but a snow day is a cold day no matter how you fight it
Damian took him by surprise, he was even more averse to touch than Bruce could ever be, attacking before anyone could get too close to him
So Bruce had to tried even more harder, to make Damian learn touch can be warm, can feel nice and everyone needs someone to rely on
It was very hard, yet he managed to reach out, if Damian was even slightly down, Bruce had to rush to comfort him, to hug him, to show him there’s people he can trust, that his hands doesn’t have to be as cold as Bruce’s, that there’s still time to learn unlike him
So Bruce never stopped being touch starve and touch repulsed, but he is doing better, he isn’t alone anymore
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Warnings: Okay guys. I need to be clear here: THERE. ARE. WARNINGS. Please read these carefully, and if something on the list triggers you proceed with caution. If I have missed any kind of warning at all, PLEASE let me know kindly what I missed by sending me a DM; it is never my intention to hurt someone by leaving things out. That being said, the warnings are as follows: Dub-con, Non-con, Sexual Assault, Sodomy, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Knife Play, and Mention of Rape and Oral Rape. Again, if I have missed anything, please let me know so that I can edit this list.
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She looks so beautiful when she fights.Â
I designed this table specifically for her. It’s low, and she’s on her knees; her hands are beneath her and shackled to the end of the table between her cuffed ankles. Her neck is shackled to the front. Her round, alabaster ass is displayed prominently for me; her wet, glistening folds pulsing, waiting.Â
She wants this.Â
She can deny it all she wants, but every denial I give her in return only shows me the truth. Her body craves me. She’s seen my face, seen the outward expression of the true horror that lies within, and yet she can’t help it. I can smell her fear, like an aphrodisiac to my senses. But I can also smell her desire.
She wants this.Â
I comply with her body’s request, clicking the remote on again as I sit behind her, stroking my erection as I watch her sensitive organ fight. Her legs tense and my eyes are drawn to her clenching hands, fisting and straightening as she fights the urge to come. So long as she doesn’t, I won’t fuck her.Â
But they always do.
I click to a higher notch and she keens, gasping as the pleasure heightens. I didn’t gag her this time; no, I want to hear her scream. My cock longs for it, aches for it. But she won’t do it.Â
She won’t scream for me.
Angry, I turn the toy on full speed, but still she fights. I throw the remote on the floor where she can see it, showing her that the speed won’t stop this time. She whimpers.Â
“You know, you really shouldn’t test me, pet.” I hiss at her, leaning forward in my chair to lick her essence from her throbbing core. God, she tastes so good. She tries to buck forward, away from my mouth but her wrists prevent her from escaping my tongue. I can feel her orgasm nearing, her heat searing my fingers as I press them into her center, pushing the vibrations harder against the place that tears her to pieces.Â
Still she fights.Â
I’m impressed by her strength of will. She’s shown it to me before, and I have to admit, breaking her has been the highlight of my day these last few months. I haven’t offered her what I have in mind yet, she’s not ready. She’d try to escape. I need her broken first.Â
My mouth rejoins my fingers, teeth sinking into the backs of her thighs. She cries out in pain. Red, crescent-shaped marks appear, darkening her skin. They’ll be a beautiful purple tomorrow. I brushed them softly with a finger tip, revelling in the way her muscles shiver underneath my touch. I circle her clit again and this time, she bucks toward me.
She wants this.Â
It’s clear to me I’m not going to get anywhere with her today and I just don’t have the patience for it right now. I stand, ignoring the painful cries of my erection as I tuck it into my pants. She needs to think it doesn’t affect me as much as it does. As she does. I round the table and crouch near her head, twisting my fingers into her locks and making sure she can see my face.
“I’ll be back in a little while, pet. Hopefully by then you’ll have decided whether you’d prefer to be fucked by the toy, or my cock.”Â
I kiss her roughly, savoring the taste of her lips. As I leave, I purposefully kick the remote a little further away, bringing it back to her attention but making sure it was still in view. I hear her plead, hear her beg me to turn it off, but I ignore it. Those aren’t screams.Â
The moment I closed the door behind me my throbbing member was out of my pants again and I was pumping it earnestly, the sound behind the metal bringing me over the edge as I shot my load onto the floor.Â
Screams. Beautiful, erotic screams of fear; of agony. Of pain. I could hear it in her tone; she was terrified. But she wasn’t broken, not yet.
And I need her broken.
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Trapped | Part One | Part Two | Part 2.1 | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | eviF traP | Part Six | Part Seven | Finale | Epilogue |
Starts out light and cute and with a touch of spooky, but the spooky intensifies! And so do the f e e l i n g s. I really appreciated the characterizations in this one.Â
Keith freezes. There’s a long, long pause, and then he says, deadpan, “A ghost.”
Shiro blinks at him. It is at this moment that Shiro, deep in his tipsy id, realizes he has a decision to make here. Either he politely brushes off this clearly absurd ghost comment and forever leaves the office of Keith the Hot Art Professor, or, he pretends to be interested and asks to know more, science be damned, and hopefully gets the honor of gazing into Keith’s dreamy eyes again.
