I hope the readmore posts right. If not. Sorry non filthy followers. This is my first long more than a dm ramble slasher fic. So please be gentle. Would love feedback if you feel inspired to!
Warnings: Minor character death, abuse, noncon, sexual themes, asphyxiation, strangling, really really not for the casually thirsty. It hits pretty dark moments that go far and some may not want to read. 18+ Please head these warnings!!
You and Bo are an item. Let’s not dwell on the how and just focus on the now, shall we?
He’s still got the anger issues but for the most part when it comes to y'all you work them out in the bedroom. Or his truck. Or kitchen. The theater. Hell, even that one time on the roof of the house. Who knew stargazing could make someone so frisky?
When Bo needs to have things rough, which is almost always, it’s nothing you can’t handle. If it was you wouldn’t have made it anywhere close to this point in your relationship.
No. You offer up whatever Bo needs. And for a while you are more than enough.
But there’s a deep darkness there. And sometimes his hands around your throat merely rendering you unconscious isn’t enough to ease the tension built up inside him.
So you come to an agreement. If he needs this one thing you can’t provide personally then you’ll let him take it from others.
Sooo not sure if anyone is still following this account since I’ve basically abandoned it. Feel free to follow me over on my main. Recently fell into the slasher fandom and ended up writing a house of wax fic. Dunno if any of y'all would be into reading cause it’s got some really fucked up content. But wanted to promote over here anyway. 👀
Really sorry for this but I don’t think we give 616 Natasha Romanoff enough credit for meeting 30(ish) year old virgin Winter Soldier, massive dick and no idea what he’s doing with it, and being like ‘yeah I’ll climb that pole’
thinking that what happened “wasn’t bad enough” is a sign that it was.
your brain wouldn’t be trying to protect itself from the reality of what happened if what happened didn’t hurt you.
questioning if your trauma “counts” as trauma is a sign of trauma.