BTD – Aftermath

100 word fic

Strade belongs to @gatobob

WARNINGS: This piece involves flashbacks and PTSD regarding a situation where the character was tortured and that torture is as vividly described. Reader insert, so be careful!

You wake up screaming.  Your sheets are soaking and your pulse pounds in your ears.  You reach out for the machete you always keep by your bedside now and you steady your breathing.  It was just a dream.

Strade can’t hurt you anymore.  He’s not here.  You killed him and you got away.

Flashes of the dream, memories, rise up to haunt you.  The feeling of a drill bit in your foot and the look on his face as he fingered the hole that was left. The feeling of him teasing you with the blade of his knife. The pain.

100 word Prompt – BTD Rire

this one’s going under a cuuuuuut cause its NSFW

Rire belongs to @darqx

Warnings: Noncon, tentacles, emotional abuse


“You’re awful at this.” The words ring in your ears almost as loud as your own heartbeat. You can barely breathe because the tentacle in your mouth is worming its way down your throat and you keep swallowing, helping it along.

The other one between your legs ceases thrusting for a moment, in order to pull out and slam right back into you.

“I’ve had better dates,” The suit clad demon in front of you yawned.  “You’re by far the absolute worst person I’ve ever seen. I really should kill you now. But it’s more fun from the inside out.”