#this man is so sad and pathetic he falls for the lie the second the kids opened their mouths

[soxcietyy]

To Geto, from Yuta

Yuta x reader

Yuta finds a sneaky spy that had been among the group. So he decides to take care of it by sending an interesting message to where they came from.

Tw: sucking, hair pulling, recording, shaming

"Get up."

"No, please, I promise I won’t ever show my face around here again! I’ll move back to the country and you’ll never hear about me again!" You say grabbing his ankle.

You’ve been dating Yuta for a year now and it seemed like it was about to end. He had just found out that you were an enemy all along. You were under Geto, telling him everything you could about jujutsu high. You were the crummy little rat that has been lurking around all along. You didn’t mean to fall in love with him. You knew what your mission was but he had captured your heart the second you guys had met last year. Now he had finally caught on to your act and had you on the floor begging for mercy. You couldn’t lie you were scared shitless because this was Yuta here. He wasn’t just your average sorcerer.

"How long were you going to keep this up hm? Do you not feel an ounce of shame? Did you even love me?" He squats down to take a better look at your face that was drenched in tears. "Pretty sad that you were pathetic at your job." He continued. "So sad that Geto only taught you how to be a slut, how to seduce a man and spread you’r legs for them." He lets out an exhausted laugh.

"Im going to fuck you up." You say feeling all that fear turning into anger. Letting go of his leg you reach for your sword.

"No darling I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone to set an example. Because I know damn well there’s more of you guys here." He grabs your face aggressively with the smile he always wore around you. "And don’t even think this relationship is over because I already told you, You’re mine no matter what. Before we do anything why don’t we send Geto a little video no?"

Grabbing you by the hair he dragged you inside the building. Your clothes became dirty from all the dirt on the floor you were collecting. Your hands and knees turning red earning themselves cuts and scratches from the sharp rocks and terrain. You could only see the dirty floor as he pulled you along the campus. Luckily for you he decided to go into an empty building. The next room he entered was full of cameras. Every spot in the school being shown on the big screen. Even in spots you didn’t think anyone would be watching. You curse under your breath as your knees began to hurt from being on them.

He sat down on a chair and looked at your red teary eyes. Without a second thought he shoved your face into his crotch immediately. Not giving you time to adjust to your new environment. You could hear him groans as he pushed your face deeper into his groin. You could feel how his member started to grow from being aroused. Usually when you guys did this he was nice, general and caring. You knew this wasn’t going to be like that. Letting out a cry from not being able to breathe you could feel his grip on your hair tighten. Clearly not thinking of letting you off the hook. Pulling you back you finally take a breath.

Zipping his pants down he lets his hard member out just for it to smack you on the cheek.

"You look so gorgeous like this." He whispers as he rubs it up and down your face. You could see how his face was full of anger yet lust was clearly winning his emotions over. Lifting your head up he places his tip on your lips.

"Now be good and do what your best at. We’re going to show Geto what you’ve been doing while on your little spying mission." Yuta says pulling his phone out.

Your eyes widen as you duck down trying to hide behind his leg. With a rough tug he pulled you right back up with the phone on your face. He was definitely not bluffing about sending this to Geto. He pushed his dick inside your mouth until it was halfway in. Your eyes beginning to water from how big it was.

"Geto, caught your little rat sneaking around. Look at how pretty she looks on her knees, with those puffy red eyes, beautiful soft lips, and the adorable drool on the side of her mouth." Yuta shoves your head deeper into his member.

You gag and try to pull back but his firm grip was still on you. Pushing your head up and downwards until you were a mess.

"Fuck, I bet Geto taught you how to suck by giving you tips huh? Bet he loved Sucking our sensei Gojo." Yuta smirks as he fucks your mouth.

You looked like a total mess as he used you. Abusing the back of your throat to his hearts content. Shoving you balls deep into him until your nose touched his pelvis. You looked up at him begging for him to let you breathe. Tapping his leg like crazy as a signal to him that you’ve given up. You watched as he slowly started smiling at you before thrusting himself a few more times.

"Good girl, tell Geto how much you love my cock." He shoved the camera in your face once again.

You shake your head pleading with him not to do this.

"Say it." Yuta said with a firm voice.

"I ouv yuas cockc" you say with his member still in your mouth.

Your hear him curse under his breath as the vibration of your throat travels down his member. Drool starts dripping onto the floor as you continued to suck. Making a mess on him that he was very much enjoying. Your lips turning purple from the nonstop work. Tears running down your face as he smiles at you.

"Don’t swallow yet." Yuta warns before aggressively shoving your throat all the way in. Holding it in that position as he pumps his sees into that mouth of yours. He could hear you gag and squirm trying to get away from him making him want to ruin you more.

After he felt like he had released everything he released your head causing you to fall backwards on your behind. Your hand flys to your chest as you gasp for air. Breathing had never felt so good until now. He stood up quickly and forced you to open your mouth to show the camera what he had left in your mouth.

"Now swallow and thank Geto for making you come here."

Your face flushes from embarrassment as you swallow his seed.

"T-thank you master Geto…for making me come here."

#yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu x reader #jjk second years #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #yuta okkotsu x y/n #yuta okkotsu smut #yuuta x you #yuuta x y/n #yuuta headcanons #jjk yuuta #yuuta smut #yuuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #yuta x y/n #yuta x reader #yuta oneshot #yuta jjk #jjk yuta

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group H, Round 1, Poll 9:

Propaganda under the cut

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

Artist:@starcanist

Remy the Rat

Gaslight- 'hmm? Me? Steal papers? I'm just an innocent little ratty rat.' Gatekeep- I would debate he's gatekeeping food and taste from the other rats because they just don't GET it. Ugh! Girlboss- doesn't he own a rat restaurant at the end?

#round 1 #group h #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #cw ianthe tridentarius #ianthe the first #Remy #Little Chef #Ratatouille #runner's note: not to be biased but that's my absolute participant here. Let this fight be fun and challenging #also Ianthe. Queen of the greatest amount of propaganda

[miss-starlet]

♡Made to Worship You♡

Bodyguard! Minho x Reader x Butler! Han Jisung (Brief Mention of Bang Chan x Reader)

Summary: Feeling anxious about accepting Chan's marriage proposal to aid your father's business expansion due to your lack of experience in all matters of love, Minho and Jisung offer their support and help.

Warning: Minho refers to themselves as the help once, fingering, inexperienced! Reader, pet names, praise, kinda soft?

Word Count: 1,300+

18+ MDNI

The soft moonlight was piercing through the window, the curtains flowing lazy from the light breeze; it should have been a quiet and peaceful night. However, you stayed tossing and turning, mind filled with racing thoughts from your conversation earlier that day which was causing you restlessness. Giving up the idea of sleep for right now you open your eyes and sat up in bed. You grab the bell that was sitting on top of the side table, giving it a couple of rings. Within seconds, the large wooden door flew open and inside came Jisung and Minho.

Your father might have been a busy man, but you were fortunate that he aimed for the best in every aspect of your life; from clothes and food to jewelry, and even providing you with the finest bodyguard and butler around. Within a few hours of meeting them those years ago, they became friends as if they had been in your life for ages, a heavenly gift to alleviate the loneliness imposed by your father's strict no-friends rule.

"I can't sleep, will you both please lay with me and keep me company" you ask as you look down at the blankets that surround you.

Minho let out a sigh of relief, letting himself catch his breath. You never ring the bell unless there is an emergency. "I'm sorry if I caused you both to worry."

"Shh, it's our job and it's also so nice to sleep in such a fluffy bed." Jisung said while climbing in the bed and lay behind you. His arm wraps around your waist to pull you to rest on his chest.

"What would your father say If he sees the help getting in bed with his daughter?" Minho teases, but still climbs in and lays next to you. He grabs your hand, linking both of your fingers together while letting his thumb rub small circles on the back of your hand.

You all don’t say much as you guys lie there, and you don't mind that. It’s a comfortable and relaxing silence that helps relieve your troubling thoughts, and hopefully enough to fall asleep.

"How come you couldn't fall asleep princess?" Jisung asked softly, causing a sad smile on your face to appear.

"Chan and my father have been striking up a deal. One thing Chan wants in the contact is my hand in marriage." You move your winded hands to your chest and gently cradle Minho's hand with your other. "My father wants me to accept his proposal since it will help with the expansion of the business."

"Oh..."

"Do you think he would love me?" You asked softly, looking up at the older man laying in front of you. His face stayed neutral but his eyes showed anger at that thought.

"He would be a fool not to." Minho growled, and you just nodded, not really sure if you believed him or not.

"Minho's right," Jisung replied softly, " You are so kind and beautiful, Chan would be very lucky to have your love."

"I have never been with anyone before since my father never allowed it." You added, when Minho saw the expression on your face, his gaze softened. Jisung fingers find their way to your hair, scratching your scalp, while Minho moves his free hand up and down on your lower back in a delicate soft motion.

"What if he doesn't like that I'm inexperienced?" Your head tilts downwards to not see the look that Minho was giving you, but you could feel both of their stares. "Would he think of me as pathetic? That making love to me felt like a chore?"

“Oh baby no. ” Minho cooed, he couldn't believe you would think such a thing. “ I would kill Chan if he ever thought of you like that, but would you like us to help you? Make you more experienced?”

"You would do that for me?" Your head tilted back up and eyes gazing up into his.

"We would do anything for your princess," Jisung whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and leaning forward to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dives straight into your mouth.

Pulling away to catch your breath, Minho moved your face back to face him to gently pull you into another kiss. Jisung begins kissing along your jawline, then down towards your neck. While Minho's hand sneaks it way down. He slowly rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties. He started with slow circle movements to then a little bit faster straight lines then back to slow circles. You pull away from the kiss, tiny pleases and whines spill from your lips, while trying to bury your face into his neck to muffle them.

Jisung gently moves you away from Minho's neck to squeeze your breasts before moving to lift up your top and cover your nipple with his mouth. You start squirming towards and away from their touch.

"Open darling” Minho whispers in your ear, his fingers near your mouth. You open and he gently puts them inside. Your lips wrap around the digits, getting them nice and wet before he pulls them out. "So sweet and innocent" Jisung murmured into your neck, kissing the area up and down.

Minho moves himself down the bed till his face is right next to your hips. His fingers slipped under the sides of the soft fabric, pulling them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. He kissed your hip, before biting down causing you to gasp.

"Hold her open for me." Jisung leaned you back a little bit against his chest before he used his hand to raise your leg up your chest. Minho lets two of his fingers slip inside. Your head flopped to the side on Jisung's shoulder. His fingers reach in deeper and curl them to hit your g-spot causing you to let out a loud moan mixed with a sob.

"You are ok baby...Doing so good for us, " Minho cooed at you as tears pricked along your lower lash line. Jisung hummed, agreeing with Minho's statement, while replying “Such a good girl for us.”

Jisung unoccupied hand kneads the flesh of your chest before rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers. You shook under their touch, your thighs are trembling, and your legs would have closed if it was for Jisungs tight grip. Minho slowly inches in another finger before pumping them in and out. Your hips move desperately against his fingers.

“I-I'm gonna cum!” You moan out and you could feel Jisung smirking into your neck. "Yeah? Gonna cum for me and Minnie?”

All you could do was nod quickly, while you clenched around Minho's finger. Your mouth drops open to release a loud moan and the babbling of both of their names. Jisung's index and middle finger start to rub your clit at a dizzying speed, while Minho's fingers keep thrusting in and out, hitting your sweet spot. Before you know it, your orgasm comes over you, both of them helping you ride out your orgasm.

Minho and Jisung communicate silently through a glance, they will always be there for you no matter if you marry Chan or even any other man. In those fleeting moments of eye contact, they decide to shield you from any harm and protect you with their lives.

Minho pulled out his fingers, licking them clean. "Jisungie, you have to taste her. She's just so sweet," Minho says with a chuckle. Jisung moved from out of behind you and suddenly without warning ran up your heat with his tongue before he wrapped her lips around your clit. You audibly gasped, the slight overstimulation hurt but also felt so good.

"You taste so good princess, just what I needed," Jisung says while he pulls away, "Do you think you could cum one more time for us?"

Before you could answer him, Minho replied "She's such a good girl, I know she can take all the love we give her."

#skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #jisung x reader #lee minho smut #stray kids x reader #lee minho x reader #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader

[ystrike1]

Run, Meil - By Ellian Yang (8.5/10)

A mad Emperor. A garden. Innocent love. Cutthroat competition. Flowers. Executions. Trauma and visions. An explosion of love that can't be stopped. Finally fear is the main element. Can you really forgive and marry a madman who killed you in your past life. Does it matter, when he can force you to marry him? Your opinion is meaningless.

Meil von Biseart is a happy young woman who has bad luck with men. Her favorite hobby is gardening. She's supposed to be a young married woman, but her fiance was a pervert. He left her for a woman that could satisfy his masochistic desires. So, Meil von Biseart lives a peaceful life with her loving father. She's still young and ready for the next proposal.

Everything is normal, but then she has a dream.

A dream where the entire country burns. Her father dies. Innocent people lie in the streets slaughtered.

Why?

What could have caused such a tragic end?

A stupid princess did it.

Princess Riella is a dumb pretty girl with an immature heart. She thinks she's entitled to everything. Her father spoils her too. The terrible dream tells her the princess fell in love. Deep love, with the Emperor who rules the Helberne Empire. The strongest empire.

Princess Riella entered a marriage competition. She didn’t win, and it turned out the Emperor had a lover all along. She was the only one in love, but that cruel Emperor planned to make her a puppet. Someone to warm the seat until he could gift it to his true love.

A sacrifice.

Princess Riella stupidly poisoned that lover.

That lover was, obviously, important to the Emperor. He was willing to use a puppet princess to protect her, after all. Upon her death he went mad. He never saw reason ever again, and his powerful Empire fell upon everything and everyone Princess Riella represented.

All because of some stupid jealousy.

Princess Riella didn't think for a second.

She was full of childish thoughts when she committed the crime.

Meil von Biseart cannot sleep. She's paranoid. She follows Princess Riella. She's smart, so Princess Riella chooses her as her personal lady-in-waiting.

They get along well.

Princess Riella is dumb. A narcissistic child....but she doesn't seem evil.

Meil von Biseart meets a man in the Emperors garden. He has red hair, so he cannot be the Emperor.

They become friends.

The Emperor does have a lover, but their relationship is strange. She's a nobody. The Emperor took her in for no reason, and he has never been romantic with her.

Frankly, the whole situation makes him look insane.

He gave a whole palace to this woman, who is a sickly pale commoner that doesn't even get along with him well. When they eat together they don't even smile.

The poor girl is a pawn.

She was chosen because she looks like his mother.

The Emperor forgot his mother.

She was the third concubine. The only one able to get pregnant. The King wasn't very fertile. Sadly, he impregnated the wrong concubine. The one he loved was his first, Elise.

Elise tormented that pathetic unloved concubine, and her son.

Eventually, she poisoned that concubine.

The boy lost his memories, and now he's surrounded by snakes. People who want him to marry a woman who looks like his mother, so they can kill her and activate his madness.

They plan to pin her death on some idiot princess, so they can take power.

Meil von Biseart makes friends with the red haired man, and she quickly falls into denial.

He can't be the Emperor.

Their friendship deepens.

He can't be the Emperor. That man has a lover he would kill for.

He starts flirting with her.

He can't be the Emperor. The Empress Selection Competition is a ruse to protect his beloved.

His madness leaks out when she is attacked.

It becomes impossible to deny.

There's a minor villain in this story, and her fate is incredibly sad. A jealous and greedy woman targets Princess Riella. Then, she targets Meil. When she dares to target Meil the men in her pocket are murdered by the Emperor himself. She is stripped of her title. The Emperor forces her family to cut all ties with her. She is left penniless in the streets to die the cruelest death of all. Homelessness and incompetence spell death for her. The greedy woman has no idea how to live without her family.

One of the snakes gives her a maid costume.

She tries to attack the Emperor's true beloved, Meil von Biseart, before she can unravel the mystery behind his madness.

Her death is horrible.

In between the horror there is so much sweetness. Meil and "Van" are sweetly in love. He thinks of her always, when he isn't by her side. Talking about plants with her is his solace. They're both plant nerds. Isn't that cute?

Meil digs too deep. She saves Van. The fake copy of his mother is a victim too. She agrees to expose the truth thanks to Meil. Van learns the truth about his past. His fake and twisted love leaves the palace in a hurry. She never loved Van.

She feared him all along.

I'm sure that's not a bad sign let's move on!!!

The first consort is still alive. Safely tucked away in her home country. The former Emperor never punished her. Her brother, and the snakes, are plotting to dethrone Van after the madness takes over.

That doesn't happen, because of Meil von Biseart. The first consort, Elise, is found and executed for killing the mother of the nation.

Meil von Biseart is his hero.

Van says losing her is the only thing that can hurt him.

His "love" for his mothers replacement was never real.

The happy ending you expect doesn't come.

Princess Riella was never the villan.

The snakes behind Van are gone.

The real truth is so much more horrible.

Van confesses his love.

He will propose soon.

The Empress Selection is canceled.

Meil von Biseart will wed him, and she will be loved for the rest of her days.

She dreams again, and she sees it. Van, in the grip of madness. Slashing through her nanny. Her guards. Her carriage door.

Her.

Van didn't just burn down her country. No, he tortured people left and right. He broke into carriages and slaughtered the people inside himself. He was mindless and hateful and he killed everyone she loved in her past life.

She wanted him to die.

That was the real truth lurking in her dreams.

She wakes up shaking in terror, sobbing. Her new love is riddled with darkness. Van is the perfect man for her, because she doesn't know anything.

The readers see it.

She doesn't.

He was behind plenty of horrible deaths during the Empress Selection. He's a terribly sadistic person. His sad backstory can't change that.

Meil von Biseart is a lower noble, from a tiny country.

She is completely in Van's hands.

She finally notices the huge power imbalance between them, but it's far too late.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Run #Meil [Official] #Run Meil

[eluxcastar]

Pantalone x reader (male or gn) where reader returns from a particularly bloody and mentally exhausting mission late at night. Perhaps a little emotionally scarring

Reader is concerningly silent

Pantalone helps them bathe and carries to bed

Hurt/comfort fic where reader softly cries to sleep and pantalone can do nothing more than hold them tighter and closer

You're not used to losing people

── ୨୧：pantalone x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you spent days out travelling near the edge of snezhnaya, delayed by trouble you encountered that has you home half a day after you were expected to be. by all official accounts the objective was completed and the mission was therefore a success, but you seem to return a different person than the one who waved Pantalone off with a warm smile and a kiss for good luck.

୨୧﹑genre :: angst

୨୧﹑content :: masc reader (could be read as gn), mentions of blood, use of petnames (darling), implied death, reader is at a bit of an emotional breaking point, pantalone is written to be soft, they're married because I said so

୨୧﹑words :: 2.7k

anon this is strangely so cute I love it. sad but still somewhat cute an idea yk (I had literally no idea what to call it until five seconds ago). our man pantaloon needs more love. I accidentally wrote clock instead of cloth in one part and the mental image of Pantalone trying to clean reader with a clock made me fucking die laughing this is so stupid

if you like this also go read this post as the two are similar in theme and story but with very little comfort to the hurt 👍

something about the evening seems...wrong, the sky grows darker, too dark for it to be your usual time. the moon suspiciously high, yet there's no sign of you to be found. you should know better than to make him worry, knowing that though your strength may carry you through battle, you're also not invincible. what happens if you reach your limit out there? how is he supposed to know if you're safe? what if you don't come home?

abruptly Pantalone's thoughts are interrupted, the door opening, and he knows nobody would be bold enough to waltz on in without knocking unless it was you come home from a long and tiring mission. he only heard earlier that you would be returning, "Some time in the early evening" he had been told and clearly that was a lie. it was likely no fault of yours, just some hold up along the way.

he hears your footsteps, knows you're there-- at least he thinks that's you. you've been awfully quiet, though you usually call out to him when you return home. you still manage to worry him. he can't see you tucked away in the entrance, only glimpses of you as you remove your coat. there's a moment where he swears he hears you suck your breath through your teeth, then the rustling of fabric and finally your footsteps again, abruptly followed by a loud thud.

now you're really worrying him.

it takes him seconds to decide he's no longer waiting on you, standing to walk to you and see what has happened. the moment he turns around, Pantalone can see you even from where he stands several feet away, the thud clearly caused by you falling flat on your face, leaving you struggling to get up though not for a lack of trying. just before he reaches you, you just give up and turn yourself over so you can sit for a moment. you barely get there before he's lifting you up from the floor like a life-size rag doll.

"You're injured. Why didn't you go see someone?" his concern translates to disappointment at some point, and though he wonders if it was too harsh, the blood you're covered in and the bandages that bind your hand tells him you need it just a little bit. why aren't you taking better care of yourself?

you try to speak, but find it impossible for your words to comply, caught in your throat and refusing to come out. he's not impressed with that either; you can see it in his face that he would've said something if you didn't look so, frankly speaking, pathetic.

you have to ask yourself if he can tell you're trying not to cry, the quivering of your lips and glassy eyes hard to hide. he cradles you so gently it almost tips you over the edge, so safe compared to the way you've spent the last few weeks feeling. nothing about the day leading up to now specifically makes you feel that way, and it feels so draining trying to hold it back, but overwhelmingly so being home just makes you so emotional. your wound doesn't hurt too badly, and it's not as if your fall was anything but tripping over your own feet in absent-mindedness. if it proved anything, it was that you definitely did something to your shoulder, coupled with the fact that grabbing the blade of a sword to stop it in its tracks had left a shallow mark across your palm, you were beginning to doubt your instincts again.

still, you cling to the fabric of his clothes tightly, finding comfort in these familiar things which you associate with your home. hearing his voice, the cool contrast of the rings he wears against your skin, the scent of home, even just being held in this way makes you want to close your eyes and settle.

then suddenly you're moving again, and he sits you down on the couch and kneels down to remove your shoes for you, "I'll take you to be seen by a doctor tomorrow, but for now let's get you cleaned up and in some nice fresh clothes." he stands and places a kiss gently to your forehead, "I'll come get you when the water is ready, don't push yourself, darling."

you dare not test his patience, so you wait, staring down at your hand covered in bloody bandages. your hand is shaking. most of that blood is yours, though your mind wanders seeing it, back to the several corpses you laid your hands on, the people whose bodies you beat with your fist begging and screaming at them to get up as they lay lifeless. your throat still hurts. you untuck the end of those bandages, unravelling them from around your hand until you see your skin and the awful gash across your palm. it looks awful, red and swelling, far worse than when you last saw it. you run your thumb across the wound, flinching at the tinge of pain that shoots down your arm.

"Tsk tsk, what is this?" from behind the couch comes a hand, taking you by the wrist and pulling your arm up, "You should've gone to get this looked at. Did you at least clean this properly?"

you stare up at Pantalone who adjusts his glasses. it's strange to feel his hands against yours, bare and slightly damp hands warm against your skin. remembering he asked a question you shake your head, and his eyes flicker back to you with a strange look.

"The bath is ready." he finally says, "Does it hurt when I carry you? What else are you hiding that you haven't tended to properly?"

"It's ok, you can carry me." you say, finally able to speak, though your words are quiet and rougher, than you'd like. you clear your throat and repeat "You can carry me." to him knowing his usual fixation on acting your best, even though you're also aware there's no way he expects that of you.

Pantalone purses his lips a moment, glad for you to finally say something, but still finding something to worry about in the fact it didn't tell him much, resigning himself to the fact that you'll simply have to show him once he helps you undress to take a bath. you watch as he walks around the couch, and raise your arm up to him, wrapping it around his neck when he leans down to scoop you back up off the couch and into his arms.

the way his hands touch you as he removes your shirt, letting you lean your head down rather than pull your arms off and he promptly tosses it aside. his hands return to your shoulders, running down your arms to observe your skin, noting that you had bruises but no other cuts or scrapes, save for a minor one on your side barely in need of a band-aid. it's slightly more awkward shimmying yourself out of your pants as you have to put your weight on your hand while trying to avoid pressing it too forcefully against anything. his observation continues, though he once again finds you to be in perfect condition.

it's the dried blood that sticks to your skin that he worries about, even knowing it likely isn't yours.

"I wasn't told there would be delays in your arrival, was it so bad that you weren't about to communicate your messages back to me?"

the water is warm, but not hot, shallower than you might've filled it but you suppose only having the water rise to your waist was in case you were keeping another nasty scar hidden under your clothes from him. that was in case. every bone in your body adores this man's care for you, the usually pompous banker with a clear soft spot for you.

he holds a cloth which he dips into the water, running it along your skin as he dabs at the stains taking extra care not to scrub too harshly. days of dirt and grime and a battles worth of blood and sweat washed away by the loving hands of the Regrator. he can tell by your reluctance to answer that it's not the time, and carries on in silence letting only the sounds of running water making its way to your ears. it's a calming silence, though you watch as the water surrounding you is slowly dyed by the blood that runs off your body.

it finally hits you just how bad things got, even when before you could in some way write it off like a nightmare and pretend it hadn't really happened. some metaphorical weight presses down on your emotions and you just break as your vision blurs, tears welling up in your eyes.

perhaps noticing your shaking or catching one of the few tears running down your cheeks, the cloth is immediately set aside as Pantalone places a hand to your back. you try desperately to wipe your tears away, but a wet hand isn't the best tool to dry your cheeks with and you only serve to make it worse. a part of you feels hopeless, like a failure to your own team as you know you let them down. you were supposed to be a fighter, a good one at that, husband of one of the Harbingers and somehow you still managed to lose two people.

you feel yourself back in that place, weary as you finally stand, your shoulder stinging, you assume from the initial fall. you clasp a hand over it and rub your thumb on the area, making it sting. you groan at the pain. one of the more medically verse teammates tends to one of the wounded. you walk toward the collapsed body of a fellow fatuu, seeing them unmoving and bleeding into the snow. you practically fall at her side, landing on your knees as you slightly let your feet give out and bring you down to her.

cautious at first, you shake her, trying to roll her over though it hurts you to do so. she remains unresponsive to any poke or prod at her, not even a groan or mumble, and she's so cold.

you're all cold, you tell yourself and try again to shake her awake, "Hey, get up..." but despite everything nothing works, barely able to roll her onto her back to see her face. her eyes are wide open, a look of shock frozen on her face that haunts you, it's enough to make you hesitate, like a harsh slap across the face. "Wake up!" you say again, the desperation building. you know she's not asleep but it doesn't even matter anymore, beginning to feel more and more like a child pounding their fist on the floor throwing a tantrum the less and less put together you become. "WAKE UP DAMNIT! Nobody said you could die like this!"

"Captain, stop!" without warning, you're grabbed from behind and yanked away, sending a throbbing pain shooting through you as their grip is rough on your shoulder "Calm down and look at her. She's gone." they say.

in the blink of an eye it all rushes back to the view of a bath tainted by that same blood, long black hairs tickle your neck as you are held tightly once again. it grounds you just enough to remember that you're safe in a bath, cared for by the man you love.

"I'm such a failure." you choke out those words through your sobs, echoing off the bathroom walls, "They needed me to lead them and I just got them killed. I couldn't even keep my composure when they needed me to pull them together..."

you curl into yourself, squeezing his arm in your hand, "You're not a failure, darling, but you're not used to losing people." his assurance helps, if only slightly, but something about feeling like even someone who seems to care for none understanding your reaction eases your heart a bit. it doesn't do anything to help the dying part, but he's never been good with sincere reassuring words, and he chokes thinking of what to say to you.

all Pantalone can do is hold you and rub your back to let you cry, finishing up quickly to get you out of there and back into his arms bundled up in a towel. just as you feel hopeless for being unable to live up to whatever outlandish expectations you had of yourself, Pantalone feels as if his comfort falls short as he can't stop your crying, though he shushes and assures you it doesn't seem to make it better.

when you reject his offer to go to see a doctor, saying you just want to sleep. he doesn't want to push too much, only asking that you agree to let him disinfect your hand, otherwise letting you dress yourself in fresh clothes he set out for you while he goes to tend to other things momentarily. at the very least, your tears stopped, for now you seem calm again.

he returns to find you've already tucked yourself away bundled up in the covers, brushing your bangs from your faces and leaning down to kiss your temple. "I'll be with you in just a moment, darling." he whispers to you, earning a noise of acknowledgement.

stepping away only to change his clothes and let his hair down, he sits back on the edge of the bed, though on his side. he removes his glasses, folding them and setting them down on the nightstand. it's an unusual silence knowing you're lying right there behind him. he's so used to you talking to him right up until he tells you to go to sleep, and yet you seem so exhausted and drained. you're not used to losing people. he has to remember that you're more emotional than he is, but he doesn't mind--likes it in fact--as it's usually a good thing. just...not now.

he sighs to himself, unable to help it. he hates this, seeing you so upset, so unlike yourself. he hates feeling so powerless watching you punish yourself for something you couldn't have changed, like some passive observer in your life. his words don't help, and there's little he can do to take away those memories or even fix your body.

there is one thing Pantalone can do, the thought of resigning himself to simply being a source of comfort, someone to support you so you can cry as much as you want. it's better to cry in somebody's arms, isn't it? he turns on his side to face you, who faces away from him. he's not sure why, you just happened to be comfortable there. feeling his hand against your side, you shuffle closer and allow him to wrap his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you let out another shaky breath, closing your eyes again. above all else you feel safe. given everything he's done for you, you can't ask for more, though even just being by his side is enough to put your anxiety to rest. still, it hurts. not even physically, but your heart won't stop aching, and unable to distract yourself you replay the sequence of events in your mind once more.

an ambush, the ensuing fight, a firm whack to the head which you still haven't discerned the source of, boots running and kicking up snow all around you as you watch through blurred vision, you manage to block a sword that swings down at you though in the stupidest way possible, you finally get your head straight and get up and fight more.

where did she die? more importantly when did she die? if you can just remember that maybe you would know what you did wrong, what to fix.

you become distracted again, knowing you're shaking and back to holding back your tears. what pulls you away most of all is Pantalone's voice, "Don't cry, darling, it's over now. You're home."

you grip his hand tightly, fingers intertwining with his. "Is it...is it ok if you talk to me more?" you ask quietly, "I think..."

"That's hardly a difficult request." he says, squeezing your hand in reassurance, "If it would help you fall asleep."

#♡ — ruu. #✎ — good old-fashioned lover boy. #✦ — scenarios. #✦ — angst. #pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone x male reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader

[siredtoyourlips]

~Eyes don't lie~ Regulus Black

Summary: When Regulus broke up with you in the worst way possible, you can't find it in your yourself to move on. Your heart is broken and he wants to explain himself do you forgive him or not.

900 words:)

Warnings: Angst, Mean!Reggie, swearing, crying, flashbacks ( bold and italicized) Kissing, eating out, nutity, titty sucking, hickies, not proof-read, first fic so beware. And more:)

The way his lips felt on my lips, on my skin. It made me feel alive again. He made me feel alive again. His smile, his laugh, the love in his eyes when he looked at me. This love has taken over me, all I think about is him. I can never take him off my mind and I never want to. More like I never wanted to.

I always wanted him to be on my mind, now all I want is to get him off my mind, I hate that all I think about is him. I wish he would have told me why. That night it happened was horrible. I thought he was so in love with me yet how could he do this? after all I gave him. After all I put into the relationship.

'Reggie, stop. You're scaring me. what's wrong'. I said, he looked scared and hurt. He looked me in my eyes and blatantly said: 'I want to break up'. Those five words hit hard but not as hard as the next words that he said 'I don't love you, I never have. I should have left you months ago but you're such a cry baby I just didn't want to deal with it'.

Was it true? did he hate me? was he playing me? I know I'm sensitive but a crybaby. Now I'm at a Slytherin party with some friends but all I can think about is him and it doesn't help that he's across the room with some Slytherin whore. I feel tears going down my face as I excuse myself and of course the second that I start crying he sees me.

I need to get out of here as fast as I can so I go upstairs to my room but get stopped right before I can go into my room. I look up and it's him it's Regulus freaking Black. My ex, the love of my life, the man who shattered my heart. Without sounding like a pathetic heartbroken girl I mutter ' what do you want Regulus' and that look once again, those eyes. Those beautiful, grey eyes that once had so much love now are filled with sorrow.

'Talk to me Mon Amour'. What, how could he say that. 'Don't, just don't'. He backed up and looked sad. ' Please let me explain, in private. Then you can decide if you forgive me or not please Y/n'. God, I'm going to regret this aren't I. ' fine' and we walk into my room.

'Last month when I broke up with you and when I said all those things. I didn't mean them, I don't mean a word'. what. he didn't mean them, what does that mean. Before I could get a word out he spoke again.

'I made a promise to my mother and I had to fulfill it. The night it happened was our two year anniversary and we had plans and I forgot about it. Because my mother called me to the house to' Regulus looks to the floor and I saw a year run down his check, he looked so sad but I was still so confused. 'Why did she need you Reggie'. With his head still down he mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. 'She summoned me to the manor to meet the dark lord and get my death mark'. Then he just falls to his knees in front of me and starts balling.

'Je t'aime tellement mon amour s'il te plait pardonne moi. Tu es l'air que je respire, tu es la raison pour laquelle je vis'

('I love you so much my love please forgive me. You are the air I breathe, you are the reason I live')

'Why didn't you just tell me Reggie? I wouldn't have been mad. I love you'. I say as I lean down to kiss him. That kiss lasted forever, his eyes lit up and after he wouldn't let go of my waist. 'I thought if I let you go it wouldn't hurt as much but it hurt worse, I never want to let you go and I won't again' he kisses me again and picks me up and brings me to my bed.

'You ok with this Mon Amour'? 'Yes Reggie'. He looks me in the eyes and he takes my dress off and kisses down my body. Making sure he leaves marks so everyone knows who I belong to. He slowly inches down to my panties and takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room for me to find later.

'Sit up for a minute chérie' and I do and be takes off my bra and goes straight to my nipples sucking and leaving marks. He goes from one to the other and it feels so good until he stops. And looks at me ' just you wait mon chéri, just you wait' and goes back down to the place I need him to most and starts eating me out. It feels like its been years since I've been touched ' FUCK. Feels so good Reggie, keep going and be does. And it feels so good. ' Fuck Reg, I'm cumming!!'. Next thing I know He's pressing a wet rag to where it's sensitive and kissing my thighs. And I know everything is going to be just right.

#regulus black smut #regulus black angst #regulus black #regulus black fluff #harry potter fanfiction #smut #hurt/comfort

[dameronscopilot]

unbound

Dmitri Antonov x f!reader

Summary: The sad state of your unfulfilling marriage with an officer at a Russian prison doesn’t go unnoticed by one of his subordinates, Dmitri Antonov.

Dmitri finds himself concerned by your indifference over the actions of your cheating husband, and thus he takes it upon himself to show you the types of pleasure that a woman like you deserves to experience.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4k+

Content: NSFW, SMUT, porn with minimal plot, infidelity, unprotected p in v, creampie, choking kink, spit kink, anal play, thigh riding, masturbation, spanking, oral sex, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, daddy kink

“He’s cheating on you, you know.”

You turned your head around to meet the steady, calm gaze of the prison guard Dmitri Antonov, who stood a few paces away smoking a cigarette. He took one last drag before dropping it to the ground, crushing it into the snow beneath his boot. You both glanced across the courtyard to where your husband Andrei was animatedly waving his rifle in the air, red in the face and wheezing in laughter at something another guard was saying. 

You brushed away the gently falling snow that had begun to accumulate on the shoulder of your plush jacket and shrugged. “I don’t really care where he puts his little cock. The less it’s inside of me, the better.”

Dmitri narrowed his eyes at that, taking a step toward you. “Then why do you stay with him? Why not go back to America?”

A self-depricating laugh escaped your lips. “How? I have nothing back there. I have no money to my name, no family. I may be married to a narcissistic pig, but if I look past that, I should truly want for nothing else. I am fed, I am clothed, and I live a comfortable life otherwise.”

Something unreadable crossed Dmitri’s features before he smoothed his expression and leaned closer to murmur, “There are other pleasures in life that a woman like you deserves to want.”

Warmth bloomed in your lower abdomen, but before you could say anything else, a bell signaling the next shift change began to sound, and Dmitri was gone. 

--

Later that evening, you lie awake in bed, alone with your thoughts. Your marriage to Andrei one year ago had afforded you the promise that you could finally call it quits in the losing battle to provide for yourself, something that had proven incredibly difficult in recent years as you found yourself alone with nowhere else to turn. You didn’t particularly care for the man, but there were few other options available to you at the time, and so you had agreed to his proposal. As a high ranking officer in the prison, Andrei worked long hours, which afforded you ample time away from him anyway. And when he wasn’t there, he often chose the company of other willing, naked women that were happy to spread their legs at the mere sight of his uniform. Let them enjoy his pathetic 15-second stamina. 

Your thoughts drifted to Dmitri. While it wasn’t uncommon to catch some of the guards staring at you when you visited the prison—eyes brazenly raking over the teases of your feminine body underneath your coat—Dmitri was the only one who dared to speak to you. If Andrei was otherwise occupied, Dmitri would often sidle up beside you, unbothered by the way your lipstick would stain the cigarette you typically shared while conversing. His company was a breath of fresh air, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you sometimes made excuses to show up just for the sake of seeing him. 

You closed your eyes, and the memory of blue eyes looking into yours imploringly appeared unbidden. Burrowing into the cool silk of your sheets, you slowly undid the buttons of your nightshirt, sliding a hand across your bare chest to tease at your stiffening nipples. Biting back a breathy sound, your other hand trailed down to slip inside your underwear. You drug a finger down the center of your folds, which had become slick and wet as you thought about the way Dmitri would often run his tongue along his bottom lip before giving you a rueful grin. Massaging your breasts, you thrust a finger inside of your hot core, eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips. 

As you inserted another finger, you imagined that Dmitri was between your legs, blazing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the inside of your thighs. He would deftly slide his hands beneath you, cupping your ass and brushing his nose against your clit before slipping his tongue inside your hot mound. You shamelessly bucked into the digits that you were earnestly pumping in and out of your cunt, fantasizing over Dmitri’s satisfied expression when he would realize that you were dripping with arousal for him. His name would leave your mouth desperately, and his lust-blown pupils would steadily hold your gaze as he sheathed his cock inside of you and fucked into you with reckless abandon. Your orgasm punched through you as you cried out Dmitri’s name into the quiet darkness of the room. 

This wasn’t the first time that your hands had been left sticky over thoughts of your husband’s subordinate.

And it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

--

Two weeks passed before you were able to think of another excuse to take a drive down the long, winding road leading to the prison. The guards posted at the entrance waved you through without incident, used to the frequent appearance of your red sedan. 

Well aware that this was a shift that Dmitri normally worked, you not-so-subtly made your way through the various areas of the prison that you could access, hoping that you would be lucky enough to find him before crossing paths with Andrei. You eventually found yourself in a quiet, dimly lit hallway, and before you could turn to head back the way you came, you nearly shrieked at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey! It’s just me!” 

You relaxed at the sound of Dmitri’s amused voice, whipping around to see him grinning at you. Shaking your head, you shoved him weakly and groused, “You can’t just go around scaring a girl in a prison like that.”

Dmitri raised his eyebrows, his mouth turning up playfully at one corner. “This is a restricted area, милая.” (Darling)

You shrugged. “Perhaps I felt like getting into trouble today.”

Dmitri nodded thoughtfully and began to circle you, eventually coming to a stop behind you as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Well, a bad girl must be punished.” 

The delicate hairs on the back of your neck rose at the feeling of his lips ghosting over your skin. Though your nerves were thrumming with anticipation, you willed your voice to remain steady as you challenged, “What are you doing to do, Dmitri, spank me?”

The sound of Dmitri’s dark chuckle went straight to your core. You could hardly breathe as you heard the sound of metal clinking in Dmitri’s pockets, and a gasp escaped your mouth when he pulled your arms behind your back, slipping a pair of handcuffs onto your wrists. His nose brushed the shell of your ear as he murmured, “Would you like that, принцесса?” (Princess) 

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps and raucous laughter echoed down the hall, and Dmitri quickly threw open the door of the cramped supply closet beside you. He pulled you inside the tight space, where you found your chest pressed nearly flush against his as he gently placed a finger to your lips. You darted your tongue out to lick the tip of his finger, and he dragged it down your bottom lip in response. The digit continued its path from your chin and down your neck, eventually coming to a stop just before the swell of your breasts, which were generously on display, courtesy of the plunging neckline of the blouse you were wearing. You unconsciously pushed your body toward Dmitri’s in response, and you nearly lost your balance in the process, unable to steady yourself with your hands still cuffed behind your back. 

Leaning against the wall behind him, Dmitri’s hands fell to your hips to keep you from falling, and you felt the brush of his thigh against your center as he readjusted his stance. A small whine escaped your lips, and in the darkness, you could see the faint outline of Dmitri cocking his head in observation. He shifted his thigh again, this time deliberately pressing the strong, thick muscle of his leg against your core, and you dropped your head onto his shoulders.

“Go ahead,” he murmured encouragingly, and you nuzzled your face into his collarbone.

You relaxed into Dmitri’s waiting thigh, straddling him as he hiked your skirt up to your waist. With only the thin fabric of your panties and Dmitri’s pants between you, you pushed up into his leg, pleasure thrumming through you at the drag of friction against your sensitive mound. His strong hands gripped your hips tightly as you began to increase your pace, dizzy with the blissful sensation of the rough push and pull against your folds. Your cunt throbbed at the sound of Dmitri’s shallow breaths, and you brought one of his hands up to cup your breast. He ran his thumb over your hard nipple as the peak of your pleasure began to lick a blazing hot path through your body. You threw your head back, jaw falling open as a desperate moan punched out of you, and Dmitri tightly clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Cum for me, beautiful.”

You cried out as your orgasm crested, cunt clenching and throbbing while you continued to ride out the waves of your pleasure against Dmitri’s thigh. You collapsed against him, legs trembling so hard you could barely stand, and he pressed a kiss to your temple and ran soothing hands up and down your back. 

Wordlessly, you both exited the closet, and he swiftly unlocked the handcuffs. He stuffed them back into his pockets as another set of voices could be heard approaching, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, eyes sparkling with mirth, before turning and walking away. 

Your mind swam as you trailed your way back through the prison. When you eventually found your husband, you were unable to offer much by way of conversation, as you were too distracted by your damp, cum-soaked panties and the phantom feeling of Dmitri’s fingers digging into your hips.

--

After your rendezvous with Dmitri in the closet, your self-control snapped in a matter of days, worn thin by the increasing desperation with which you plunged your fingers inside of yourself each night, imagining instead that they were Dmitri’s cock. Your husband didn’t help your impatience by any means, stumbling into bed at ungodly hours reeking of the stale scent of alcohol and floral perfume.

Which is why you found yourself standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom on your husband’s birthday, slipping on a short, tight black dress that dipped low to expose your entire back, your hard, bare nipples peeking through the light fabric. Sliding your feet into a pair of bright red heels that matched your lipstick, you spritzed a gentle cloud of perfume over yourself before grabbing your coat and strutting out the door.

When you arrived at the prison and found Andrei talking to a group of guards, you plastered a serene smile on your face as you handed him the lunch that you had made for him. 

He turned to the men with a sneer and barked out in English, for your sake, “You see? This is why you marry an American bitch. They are beautiful, they know how to fuck, and they feed you.” He crudely clapped a hand against your ass, and you cringed. Dmitri watched from the edge of the small crowd, something dark swirling in his gaze.

Andrei turned back to the other men, effectively dismissing you, and you excused yourself, disappearing in the direction of the washrooms. Like clockwork, it wasn’t long before you heard the sound of a determined set of footsteps following in your wake. You turned toward where you knew the laundry room was, assuming that none of the guards would be found in this deserted block of the prison at lunch hour. You didn’t need to glance back to know that Dmitri had followed you into the room, at which time he closed the door and flicked the lock into place. He walked a few steps toward you from behind. 

“I should make him look down the barrel of my gun for the way he spoke to you back there,” he said quietly, his tone simmering with anger.

Your eyes roved over the row of washers and dryers on the other side of the room. “He would have you killed before you could even blink.”

He sighed, closing the distance between you and turning you around to face him. Dmitri brought a callused finger to your chin, gently tipping it upward so that you were looking into his eyes. “You’re right. So while that bastard stuffs his face, I can think of no better birthday gift than fucking his beautiful wife for him.”

You bit your lip and smiled. “Show me the pleasure you think I deserve, Dmitri.”

Dmitri brought his other hand up so he could cup both sides of your face, and he leaned in, murmuring, “In a place like this? I can only show you a fraction of it,” before capturing your lips with his.

The burning embers inside of you flared to life as his mouth finally met yours, something you had imagined time and time again in the darkness between your sheets. His plush lips insistently slotted against your own, and you sighed into his mouth, raking a hand through his hair. Dmitri’s tongue teased along the seam of your lips, and you opened yourself to him. He devoured you, licking into your mouth and sliding his tongue against your own with a hungry fervor. Neither of you could be bothered to care about the state of your red lipstick, which was messily smudged like a filthy brand across both of your faces. He swallowed the wanton moan that crawled up your throat as he ran a hand down your side, cupping your ass and pulling your body to his, where you could feel the evidence of his thick arousal straining against the front of his pants. 

“Dmitri,” you whined into the kiss.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and sucking on it, and you pulled his hair in return. He groaned, grinding his hard, clothed cock against your hip, and a wave of lust poured through you at the thought of him stretching your tight walls open with it. 

You gripped his shoulders tightly and continued, “...you still never punished me.” 

Dmitri stiffened, and he pulled his lips away from yours, pupils blown wide with lust. He straightened, gripping your chin in his hands as he jerked his head toward the large metal table in the middle of the room. 

“Bend over, hands on the table. Now,” he said evenly, the undercurrent of authority in his voice sending a zip of excitement heaving through your body.

You obeyed, and Dmitri followed. He kneeled on the ground behind you and brought his mouth to your left ankle, kissing it gently before removing your shoe, repeating the process on your right foot as well. He continued kissing his way up the backs of your legs, lifting your dress up in the process. You flexed your hands on the cool surface of the table as you felt Dmitri slide your underwear down and off, running a finger over your folds afterward. He hummed, beginning to firmly massage your supple asscheeks and leaning forward to trail hot kisses along your lower back.

Your cunt fluttered in anticipation as he brought a hand to the back of your neck, holding you down against the table, and you cried out as he swiftly cracked his other palm against the waiting swell of your ass. You keened at the pleasurable feeling of your hard nipples rubbing against the cold surface underneath you as Dmitri spanked you harder, your body jolting in response. He brought his hand down again with force, and you could feel your sticky arousal beginning to leak out of your cunt and down your legs. Pleasure rocked through your body as he smacked your reddening asscheeks again and again, and you savored each stinging lash. 

Dmitri paused to marvel over the gratuitous amount of fluid leaking out of you, running his fingers through it, and you shivered. “Your pussy is gushing for me already, begging to be filled.”

Your voice was wrecked as you keened, “Need your cock, daddy.”

Dmitri roughly began to palm himself over his pants as the last word left your lips, nearly growling in response. He leaned down to run his tongue over your wet slit, plunging a thick finger inside of you. You pushed back against him, desperate to feel more. Hands roved up your body as Dmitri pulled you back into a standing position, your back to his chest. 

Biting and kissing along your neck, he growled, “You want me to fuck you stupid and stuff you full of daddy’s cum?”

You pressed your ass into the solid line of his cock behind you and murmured, “I want to feel your cum dripping out of my hole for days.”

A strangled sound left Dmitri’s lips at your request, and he pulled your breasts out of your dress, groping at them. “Does your piece of shit husband want kids? I’ll fuck a baby into your tight little cunt right now, Лапушка.” (Sweetheart)

Lust pooled deep in your gut in response to his brazen words, and you turned around, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Without breaking eye contact with him, you sidled over to one of the washing machines, hopping up to sit on top of it and spreading your legs invitingly. Dmitri’s chest heaved in admiration at the view, and he strode over, leaning over you to turn the knob on to a heavy cycle. The machine began to vibrate roughly beneath you, and your cunt tingled in pleasure. Dmitri smirked, coming to stand between your legs as he unbuckled his pants, pulling out his thick, rock hard cock.

You pulled him closer to you, licking into his mouth eagerly as you reached a hand down to stroke him, running a thumb over the arousal leaking from the tip of his shaft. He moaned into your mouth, and you pulled back to ask playfully, “Do you think it’ll fit?”

Dmitri chuckled, sliding two fingers back inside of your wet core. “I’m going to stretch your perfect little pussy wide open with my fat cock, and your pathetic husband will never even be able to dream of pouring his cum as deep inside of you as I’m about to.”

Beginning to feel nearly feral with anticipation, you leaned forward to nip at Dmitri’s ear, exhaling in a sultry tone, “So what are you waiting for? Let me milk your cock for all it’s worth.”

At that, all of the patience Dmitri had been exuding since the moment he first laid eyes on you snapped, and he surged forward, roughly fucking his fingers into your pussy while he latched his mouth onto one of your swollen breasts, sucking greedily on a sensitive nipple. He crooked his fingers inside of your slippery channel, rubbing against your spongy wall while applying pressure against your clit. You choked out a gasp as your body sang with pleasure, clear liquid gushing from your pussy and squirting down Dmitri’s arm as your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning strike.

Dmitri smirked, scooping a finger back inside your creamy hole and leaning down to lick the cum off of it. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve daddy’s cock now.”

Another relentless, hot lick of arousal churned in your gut at the praise as you pathetically whined, “Please, Dmitri.”

He brought his lips to yours as he pulled you to the edge of the washing machine, lining up his cock with your drenched hole. He teased the tip against your slick, glistening folds, and your body trembled eagerly in response. You pushed forward, your slippery cunt engulfing the bulbous head of his cock, and you both moaned in unison as your tight walls stretched against the delicious pressure of his considerable girth. He slid in slowly, his shaft pushing the pool of cum from your first orgasm back up inside of you. Your fingers gripped Dmitri’s shoulders tightly at the euphoric burn of him finally bottoming out in your pussy, his balls pressing tightly against your ass. 

With his cock still fully sheathed inside of you, Dmitri lifted you up into his arms, and you wrapped your legs tightly around him. He carried you over to a cracked, faded leather couch, letting his shaft slide out of you as he laid you down on your back. Dmitri pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and then he reached back to bend both of your legs upward, positioning them so they were thrown over his shoulders. He slid back into your wet crevice, groaning in satisfaction at the way your cunt effortlessly engulfed his dick at that angle. You cried out at the brutally slow pace at which he slid in and out of you, quick, sharp waves of pleasure plucking at your nerve endings. 

He leaned down, tutting at you as he brought a hand to your throat. “I love to hear you scream for me, beautiful. But do you really want your husband to break down this door and find us here? Do you want him to see me stuffing my cock into his wife’s fucked out hole, dumping my cum inside of her?”

Your cunt clenched around his cock as you imagined it, and he barked out a laugh as he carried on, “Oh, you naughty girl.” 

He flexed his fingers over your throat, testing your reaction, and when you pressed down onto his shaft in response, he tightened his grip. 

You raised an eyebrow, something molten hot flaring inside of you as you challenged, “Is that the best you can do?”

Dmitri licked his lips as he began to choke you harder, and he brought his other hand up to your mouth. You didn’t need to be told what to do as you opened it, eagerly beginning to suck on the two fingers he held out. He pressed them further inside, and you gagged as you continued to bob on them, drool sliding down the side of your face. He pulled his fingers out, squeezing tighter on your throat, and you moaned. 

“Open,” he rasped.

Your lips parted for him once more.

“Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed without hesitation.

He spit into your waiting mouth, and he was pleased to feel the way your body trembled with pleasure in reaction. You hadn’t closed your lips yet, so he roughly spit onto your tongue once more before nodding, and you swallowed. 

He resumed his slow thrusts into the apex of your thighs, and your body was on fire with the exquisite drag of his cock against the walls of your cunt. You felt him tease a spit-soaked finger against the tight ring of muscle between your asscheeks, and you gasped. 

“Has he ever touched you here?” Dmitri asked, his tone even, controlled. 

You shook your head, biting down on your lip as he continued to shallowly slide his finger over the dip of your puckered hole. 

Dmitri’s voice wavered. “Has anyone ever touched you here?”

“No,” you breathed out.

Dmitri let out a shuddering breath as you pressed downward, urging him to slide his finger inside of your ass. As he slipped it in, your toes curled as an electrifying sensation peeled through you. He continued his ministrations until you whined for more, and he pulled out to spit on his fingers, scissoring into your hole and stretching it further with an added digit.

He continued to shove his fingers into your ass as he roughly pounded his cock into your pussy, teasing your sensitive clit with his other hand. Overcome by the intense stimulation in both of your holes, you cried out his name as you came, and Dmitri swallowed your wails of pleasure with a searing kiss as you gushed all over his cock.

Dmitri’s thrusts grew sloppy as desperate as his own orgasm approach, your name tumbling from his lips repeatedly like a prayer as he sheathed his cock to the hilt, spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. When he pulled his spent shaft out of you, pressing kisses along your jawline, you felt the trickle of his seed as it began to leak from your hole. 

Afterward, you stood up and reached for a clean washcloth. He shook his head, gently pushing you to sit down on the couch as he slid your underwear back up your legs. 

Despite the tender way that he was holding you, there was a possessive gleam in his eye as he calmly said, “When we’re finished in here, you’re going to go out there and kiss that bastard goodbye while my cum is still hot inside of you, sloshing around in your cunt and soaking through your underwear.”

Your hole clenched around nothing in response to his words, and he chuckled as he felt the flutter from where his thumb was pressed against your mound over the outside of your underwear. You nodded, and he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a bruising, passionate kiss.

After straightening your dress and wiping your smudged red lipstick from everywhere it had smeared across yourself and Dmitri’s face, neck, and chest, you stayed true to your word as you went to bid your husband goodbye. You caught Dmitri watching you from across the courtyard, and you could see the slight shake of his shoulders as you tightly clenched your legs together on your way to the parking lot, his cum sliding down the inside of your thighs.

--

That was the last time that you saw Dmitri before he was imprisoned. 

Before the prison fell, before your husband died alongside many of the other terrible men inside of that wretched place.

Before Dmitri Antonov disappeared.

A month later, a plain, small, and otherwise unremarkable package wrapped in brown paper arrived on your doorstep. Inside of it was a handsome sum of money, along with a handwritten note on a small scrap of paper.

“You can fly home now, Птичка.” (Little bird)

--

A/N: This story runs under the assumption that Dmitri does, indeed, go to Hawkins with Hopper, Joyce, and Murray. After learning why Dmitri wanted the ransom money for Hopper’s freedom in the first place, they insisted that he use it for its intended purpose:

To help a little bird fly.

Comments, reblogs, and/or asks are always appreciated!

» DMITRI ANTONOV MASTERLIST

#dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #enzo stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #dee writes

[themculibrary]

Loki + The Guardians Masterlist

5 times Gamora appreciated Loki and Nebula’s growing friendship and 1 time she schooled someone else. (ao3) - Michaelssw0rd T, 13k

Summary: After the events of Guardians of the Galaxy 2, and Thor Ragnarok, the Guardians team up with the Asgardians aboard the Statesman in the efforts of locating and defeating Thanos. In the process, Gamora observes an unexpected friendship taking birth.

A Graveyard of Stars (ao3) - charlottelennox M, 9k

Summary: Post-Endgame. Thor has been traveling with the Guardians for awhile, but he’s not really doing much better. Impulsively, he decides that the way to find closure is to find Loki’s body and give Loki a funeral. He sets out on a journey to memorialize his brother, with a lot of depressing self-reflection along the way, only to find that Loki isn’t actually dead.

Ain't No Magic, Ain't No Lie (ao3) - iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid gamora/peter T, 147k

Summary: After the defeat of Thanos, the Guardians of the Galaxy are off through the stars again, this time with the addition of one God of Mischief.

Their next mission? Figure out why a bunch of people keep disappearing from this one city on some backwater planet on the edge of the galaxy.

Should be a piece of cake.

Been There, Blown That Up (ao3) - GwendolynStacy T, 68k

Summary: After Loki’s defeat and his fall from the portal, Tony starts preaching about a murderous purple titan out to get them in the depths of space.

Wait. What?

On the other side of the universe, Nebula loses her cool approximately two seconds after laying eyes on Thanos and finds herself on a wild chase through the galaxy. Now, where exactly was that pathetic piece of rock Terra again?

Breaking to Mend (ao3) - Howlingdawn gamora/peter T, 5k

Summary: Sometimes, you have to break to properly mend. Loki discovers this when a battle ends in victory, but the Guardians are torn apart.

Joy Comes from Unexpected Places (ao3) - TheBookTheDragonSaved loki/mantis T, 2k

Summary: So, here's the funny thing about falling in love with an empath: They know it before you do.

(Mantis and Loki totally confusing each other before a mission. And you know the sad thing? Loki is so emotionally confused that it kinda works...)

Predisposed (ao3) - press05 loki/peter T, 1k

Summary: “What’s on your mind?”

His boyfriend eyed him for a moment. “Just thinking about your past history of intimate companions.”

Peter felt his face grow hot before letting out a nervous laugh. “My dating history, really babe?”

the breath and the dirt and the fires are burned (ao3) - neverwherever T, 42k

Summary: After it’s over, Thor heads off-world with the Guardians of the Galaxy, but he’s still got a long way to go. Meanwhile, Peter searches for Gamora, Gamora searches for herself, and Loki… well, we’ll see.

The Silent (ao3) - WinterDusk G, 4k

Summary: One empath. Far too many million miles from planet-fall; seventy eight hours of transit; eight other Guardians. One ship.

It gets loud.

The Wars We Fight (ao3) - 318 M, 51k

Summary: Together with the Guardians, Loki and Thor are off to the Galaxy, trying to start anew. They have to learn the hard way it’s easier said than done. Between dealing with conflicts older than themselves and the Guardians’ desperate search for Gamora, the brothers have to relearn what it means to truly stand by each other’s side.

we need to fetch back the time they have stolen from us (ao3) - raziraphale T, 6k

Summary: “How can we trust you?” the Captain demanded, stepping in front of Bruce and advancing uncomfortably close. “After everything you did in New York?” His cold eyes were a stark reminder to Loki that this was not the same man he had fought against what seemed like a lifetime ago.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.”

///

AU where Loki lives to die another day. Snapshots from Thor and Loki’s experience of Infinity War.

Your vagabond shoes, they are longing to stray (ao3) - allandnothing gamora/peter T, 10k

Summary: After the war is over, and while the physical and psychological wounds caused by it are still fresh, an ill-matched group of friends decides to go for a walk and an ice-cream in Upstate New York. Set post-Avengers 4, so beware of Infinity War spoilers along the way.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #guardians of the galaxy #loki #loki masterlist #masterlists #peter quill #drax the destroyer #mantis #rocket raccoon #groot #gamora #nebula

[voidcat]

the eccenteric vagrant from inazuma often has you wondering, more often than you'd like to admit.

to him, because it'd go over his head, make his already insufferable character much worse.

to anyone else, because you would like to keep this facade of being normal, mundane, living an ordinary life, knowing ordinary people; even knowing of his existence alone wouldn't benefit anyone, you are aware.

and to yourself, because that would imply, first and foremost that he has an effect on you, has a place in your mind, in your life, not another piece of memory or a face thrown away by your brain, no. unfortunately he is more than that, making sure to remind you of the fact, making his presence known, always.

scaramouche, is the absolute worse of a being if you say so yourself. not a human being, just a being– you're certain no matter the hardships and struggles, no one could end up as deeply screwed as he is.

scaramouche, the balladeer, he is fond of masks and names and titles. he enjoys power, boasting with it clutched in his one hand, 'i could use this any second, but i'd rather watch you squirm in fear.' his face says.

then night falls, times pass, ends the days, the lives, the chapters of your life– the lifeless, still moon remains the same.

'it's a hoax.' his voice echoes at the back of your head.

the electric, dynamic moon remains the same. it is only the name and the clothes he changes. not even a bruise, or a crack, from looks alone he is perfect.

and you find yourself more and more hating that.

perhaps that very hate was the reason you got yourself tangled up with him in the first place.

under pressure everything changes, that's how diamonds are made.

that is how nations are wiped out, how people decide to leave or stay.

he endures and endures it all, all that pressure, burning hot lava coursing through his veins, all the cracks materialize inside him.

night washes over, time stops and you meet kunikuzushi– wishing you never did. a broken piece of a long lost jewelry, a remnant of a memory; he is gentle, he is beautiful, he is broken and makes you shed tears for some reason.

kunikuzushi ruins your perception of him forever. it becomes so much easier yet harder to hate him, to look for flaws, more cracks; he has always been beautiful yet when he cries, he is etheral.

you find yourself yearning to see it more and more, as if it is a need.

seasons change, the endless sea remains the same before your eyes, waves moving lazily as always, since the dawn of time.

you have never been one for empathy, beyond a simple act of not caring, the very notion itself comes off as empty, forced, it has to be practiced.

so why is it that he has you feeling like that now?

it is stupid, really.

at least there is a reason behind all your flaws, you think. call it symptoms, being human, 'you'd like to think you're all mighty and above and better despite being awfully too similar, just because you're human'

shut up, shut up, shut up.

it makes no sense as to why he keeps you around.

you do have an idea, of course, but you value your neck more– a painless death much more prefered, you'd be an idiot to voice your speculations.

desperation, perhaps.

the desperate need to not be alone, to have at least a source of sound to fill the heavy silence around.

'you're more tolerable than the lot of them.' he admitted once, in a rushed whisper, voice lower than you've ever heard him speak. 'wish i could say the same for you.' you considered to reply with.

though not entirely, a lie is still a lie.

as cruel, awful, violent as he is on the out; you have come to know the truth: that he is just a sad little lonely man, desperate for contact, to be wanted, an animal kicked to the side, desperate to see a hand that'll pet him every once in a while.

pathetic, really.

though is it at him or yourself, your brain says, you don't know. it's better to live like that.

you just find it over with, like a scab ripped off the tissue before it has fully healed. better to cut it clean before it spreads further, better to leave before it becomes familiar.

each day it becomes easier to admit that his presence allows you a freedom you never had to yourself, one you find yourself enjoying. you start to see why all the masks and personalities.

it is fun to tap into different parts of yourself, channel small percentages of them and make them into a person for a day. to act without consequences, without feeling remorse, regret, pain.

if anything, you tilt your head to the side as your eyes close, the breeze cooling your skin, he will be your excuse. if the true you happens to be as bad, people who knew you before will think and say 'oh what a pity, they were such a [...] before.'

a way out, a ticket to play the victim.

gods, each day you do become more like him, don't you now?

the blue dome above begins to change color around you, a shade of purple washing over, as if the end is nigh.

the sky darkens, and amidst the dark, his eyes shine bright, a beautiful shade of lilac glinting, sparks of electricity lighting up the scenery like fireflies.

you don't notice yourself watching the scene with a smile until his eyes meet yours, his expression shifting into a smile, though his looks much more unnerving, 'for how long have you been caught in my web, little lamb?'

your smile falters when you see him, uncaring whatever it is he was dealing with.

'on the contrary, you should beware.' you want to say, 'at the right pressure, everything changes. at certain conditions even the unimaginable happens. do not let this coat of wool mislead, notice the red all over it. you are the one growing attached, not me.'

#antoher scara fic where i have no idea whast goig on #I HAD THIS GOOD LINE TO USE THENI HAD ANOTHER BUT WHEN TRYING TO ADD THE FIRST ONE... THE FIC TOOK A TURN LIKE THAT #idk whats going on w this ending either lol<3 enjoy #genshin impact #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you

[spacedykez]

A List Of Branzy and/or Clown Songs

Courtesy Call By Thousand Foot Krutch (take over the server and have fun doing it vibes)

Die In A Fire By The Living Tombstone (breakup angst and feral!branzy vibes)

Everybody Wants To Rule The World By LORDE

Irresistible - Fall Out Boy ft. Demi Lovato (branzypierce vibes!!!!)

Ghosts By Jacob Tillberg (one of them is dead, the other is pinning/grieving. which is which? NO CLUE!)

Hide And Seek By Lizz Robinett (someone's getting hunted down! is it one of them being hunted by the other or are they hunting an enemy together, either way is fun!)

Hit and Run By LOLO (MURDER VIBES!!!)

In Love With A Monster By Fifth Harmony (absolutely from Branzy's POV)

Impossible By Shontelle (angstangstangstangst)

Immortals By Fall Out Boys (the absolute vibes)

Gambling Man By The Overtones (absolutely fits them, also one of my favorite songs)

Love The Way You Lie By Skylar Grey (more angsty vibes)

Love Me Back By Mondays feat. Lucy (pre-relationship worries)

Monster By Skillet (gives me slight villain!branzy vibes. either that or a branzy on the verge of going feral)

Not Another Song About Love By Hollywood Ending (enemies to lovers au energy)

Pomegranate Seeds by Julian Moon (hades and Persephone au vibes, also just a very good song)

Sorry if I have songs that have already been sent in. Also don't feel like you have to listen to all of these. Can you tell I listen to music a lot?

-Glass anon

HELL YES ENRICHMENT IN MY ENCLOSURE THANK YOU OKAY OKAY LETS GO

fuck yeah taking over the server vibes. trying to decide if its more villain!branzy or clowny. its kinda both but also not totally either but also it's DEFINITELY branzy taking over the server. if you get me. fuck it up gayboy <3 vibes

ooh another fnaf song i feel like a lot of those would probably fit well with clownzy, just from what i know about them. anyways into the song. okay okay defo an angsty breakup song + feral branzy.

dont even need to go listen to this again. 100% a lifesteal song.

*nods* branzypierce vibes. "and i love the way you hurt me" is very them. certified, adding to the playlist.

*nods* again, you're absolutely right. one is dead and the other is grieving. bonus points if the dead is actually in spectator and they're so painfully close to their living lover seeing them but they just can't quite break through.

villain!branzy vibes. villain!branzy song. hes the kind of guy to play with his victim like this.

branzypierce song. this is a they-are-in-evil-gay-love song. its got villain!branzy vibes too.

branzypierce song, branzy pov, zero question. this is him.

vibes. angst. this song is strangely happy despite its lyrics. like the lyrics are totally sad but im vibing to the beat its nice.

hell yeah. this is totally branzy's hype song. this is what he wishes he was. this is them fucking it up /pos

five seconds in the VIBESSSS /pos. thirty seconds in THATS MY BLORBOS. THIS IS THEM. ITS GOT IT ALL. LYRICS ABOUT LOVE. GAMBLING/CASINO/BOARD GAME REFERENCES. DEVIL COMPARISONS. LOVE BEING SCARY/DANGEROUS. ABSOLUTE VIBES. THIS IS AMAZING.

ow. angst. but like that's so very them? this is totally branzy betraying clown and clown being sad over it. i need to save this for if i end up writing a fic where clown is chasing/pining over branzy because this is perfect.

okay this may seem vague but it seems strangely them. i don't know how to explain it beyond that but its them. source: trust me dude

this is genuinely canon branzy post funhouse.

superhero au vibes. oh villainAU!clown how deep in denial you are. pathetic man /affectionate.

ooh another hades/persephone song! looks fun. huh you know hades/persephone is actually oddly fitting for branzypierce. anyways them yes.

#branzypierce songs #asks #glass anon

[nicesteverforever]

Lurkers and e-drama. Not a worthy read, essentially an open letter to someone that's been stalking me for the past year.

I don't think there's much validation to gain from men when I sit here and I therapy them in DMs every other day. I have one man telling me about how he fucked up for making another woman wait too long for him, another man with an anxious attachment style asking me for reassurance and thoughts, another man having panic attacks and waking me up in the middle of the night over them, and another man sending me shit about his paranoid-schizoprehnia. Like, I'm not the one getting anything out of these conversations with them, I'm just a friend.

So bizarre to me when another woman is trying to call me a pick-me of sorts just because men confide in me and trust some level of rationality from me. I don't LIKE it, but I've known these men for years now and consider them friends, so I'll suck it up.

And hearing a claim that I'm doing it for validation from a woman that would DM men about made-up stories for pity so they'd jerk off with her. Like, you're still messaging my friends and begging them to hang out with you somewhere else after a year. I'm not begging any man to stay friends with me or talk to me.

I hate to be the person to say something like this, but there seems to be a genuine jealousy and unhinged obsession with me and my interpersonal relationships after all this time. I truly pity the loneliness and insecurity from a person to be so obsessively attached to me after a year of us almost mutually breaking things off.

Like, I am truly sorry you couldn't move on, but I did, and it's only annoying for you to keep coming back, involving yourself in my relationships and their drama for no reason other than lonely obsession, and throwing weird and baseless accusations at me all the time. And the worst part is that I KNOW you're going to read this too and probably fume over it, but I am being so fucking genuine when I say I wish your life was better so you'd have an easier time moving on and focusing on new friends you should've already made by now.

For a second, it almost seemed like you were trying to be genuine and just warn me about certain things or whatever, but you got so mad when I pointed out the hypocrisy from you and the weird attachment to shit that happened a year ago.

Genuinely seek fucking therapy or pick up new hobbies or something, make new friends IRL or online, and try to focus on something other than me and what's going on in my and my friends' lives these days when nothing involves you whatsoever anymore.

You cannot try to call me the obsessive one for talking about you when you literally keep seeking me out, bringing up old shit, insulting me and all my friends, and sending me fucking anonymous messages on Tumblr while you have an alt in some stupid Discord server of mine. 😭 Girl, you're literally begging me to keep talking about you when you do all that shit. I haven't sought you or your friends out once, anyone that joins and mentions you is immediately banned from my server because I don't WANT to know about what's going on with you these days. I don't ask questions or talk to anyone about you that wasn't around when we had that falling out.

I do not want to be the God of your mind anymore. Seek something new.

But you probably WON'T! Because you haven't changed at all since we last spoke, aside from growing even more fucking bitter and pathetic. You still carry the same victim mentality, you lack perspective, and you still exaggerate shit and lie for attention.

You know, plenty of people have sent me screenshots of what you and Juniper have been saying about me or are up to these days, and I never ask for it, nor do I seek you out afterwards.

People talk, and I expected that, and you should too. This genuine level of obsession is literally not healthy for you and indicates a real sadness and loneliness in your real life, like, to a fucking manly, incel degree. I'm not even trying to be too mean, just honest with you for a moment. I don't know what to tell you that will make you get over something that happened a year ago.

Like, I'm sorry about things I did after, but I was hurt when you valued stupid shit over a genuine issue I had just experienced in my personal life. I was stressed, annoyed, and felt betrayed, so I acted out childishly and tried to make you feel as vulnerable and hurt as I felt. It's really not something I'd do again these days. I'd definitely take my actions back, not only if it meant you'd finally fuck off already, but also because it was cruel of me and embarrassing to think back on now. You have to try to see my perspective at the time, I had just come out of a fucking traumatizing situation, and it felt like you and Juni didn't give a fuck and were actively betraying me through your actions as well.

I'm trying to grow up already and stay out of stupid shit these days. I have shit to do IRL, I have friends, family, and a home to keep up. Shit's different for me now, and I wish it was for you too.

I am sorry for what I did, whether you believe that or not. But I haven't done anything else to the either of you since. It's just you with a vengeance still, a year later. No, I haven't sought either of you out or saved anything from whatever public pages either of you might have, not even ONCE since I banned the both of you in the first place. I'm genuinely just sticking to my circle of friends and staying out of yours. You should try doing the same. Literally for yourself and your own fucking sanity.

#Just thinking

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Semifinals, Poll 2

Propaganda under the cut

GLaDOS

I mean, obviously.

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

Artist: olivecow (deviantart)

#decisive battle #semifinals #Portal #Portal 2 #GLaDOS #GLaDOS Portal #GLaDOS Portal 2 #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #cw ianthe tridentarius #ianthe the first

[ayamturd]

cuddles│technoblade

summary: you want cuddles, but techno’s busy; laughs turn insecure, yet love overpowers it all

prompt: “Why won’t you let me love you?”

warnings: none, only fluff

pairing: in-game c!technoblade

a/n: this is my entry for @mayasimagines​‘ 600 writing event!! huge props and congratulatory once more, they’re such a talented and creative writer (pls go give them love!)

i was really tempted to make it angst, i won’t lie lol (also techno visual based off SAD-ist design cause pretty pig make yam go brrrr)

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

“Techno.”

Tilting his head to glance behind him, Technoblade’s ear twitched once spotting you. You were dressed comfortable from the cold weather despite the roaring fire besides him. Holding a pillow you carried from bed, you rested your chin above it while clutching the soft fabric close.

He turned back to his work before addressing you, mixing the most recent ingredients he gathered the same day in a small brewing pot. The potion glistened in the dark of the night, the concoction dyed a subtle grey as it was unfinished. 

“What?”

You padded closer to him, and with him sat low at the work bench, you leaned onto him from behind, resting against his back while laying on his shoulder. He barely moved from your current position on him. 

“Cuddle.” He gave a small noise to indicate that he heard you, but continued to stir his potion. Being the patient person you were, you waited until the color slowly shifted its hue as a sign it was finished. Setting the spoon aside, Techno grabbed the nearest rag and began cleaning his hand. 

“I’m busy,” he murmured, still distracted as he looked back to his current elixir on the stand. You frowned from his words, and as if he could sense it, he tried to reassure you. “But I’ll try for later if I can.” 

That wasn’t good enough, you thought. With the pillow trapped between the two of you, you moved your arms around him and held his torso, hooking your hands together to secure him. 

“But… cuddles?” 

In spite of your attempts, Techno disregarded the small and childlike tone you used. You started to pout from his lack of response and narrowed your eyes in annoyance. Moments passed without an answer, and you lifted your head back up the stairs while still settled close to his neck, the idea of going to bed alone making you discourage to make the trek back. 

With a slight sigh, you let go of him completely and hugged the pillow again, gathering yourself before heading towards the fireplace. Picking up the disregarded throw blanket on the armchair, you dropped the pillow close to the fire and plopped yourself on it, crossing your legs while wrapping the blanket around you comfortably. 

The warmth from the fire would have to do in place of Technoblade’s body heat, and with your backed turned towards it, you leaned onto your placed palms to observe him.

After a few minutes, Techno couldn’t ignore your staring any longer, sighing and turning towards you. He had his hand against his knee with the other rested on his table, twisting his body.

“What are you doin’?”

Slightly smirking from his question, you took his appearance, it being the first time you could fully saw him with his attention on you for the first time that day. His hair was disheveled, yet fluffy as it encompassed his face, like a halo to emphasize his handsome features. 

Though white and sometimes argued empty, you loved staring into his eyes. They always expressed more than what he was willing to voice, and although they currently were squinted from confusion, they were filled with a charm most wouldn’t see from him. 

You looked him up and down, noting his casual wear and the way he rolled his sleeves up, before concentrating on his face again.

“I wanna be near you, you’ve been busy all day.” 

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head and shifting his body completely to face you, resting his elbows on both his knees and tilting his head down at you. 

“You sure are bein’ clingy, huh?” Your dazed grin dropped immediately from his teasing, and the action made Techno laugh loudly, it devolving to his classic snickering.

Reaching behind you, you snatched the chair cushion and chucked it his way. Technoblade obviously caught the aimed projectile mid throw but was weak to his current laughing fit. 

You pushed yourself promptly off the ground, and with a roll of your eyes, began walking away. Techno reached out to grab you, his laugh fading with a big smile.

“Wait, wait-” You stepped back before his hand could nab you, and crossed your arms at him.

“No, leave me alone. You’re being mean.” 

He chuckled, and stood up, his height in full as he towered over you. Shrieking from his playful glare, he bounded for you while you tried to run. You were quickly caught and yelled loudly once picked up off the ground. 

With his hands on your waist, he spun you fast, laughing with you and pulling you close to him. His breath tickled your neck while his tusks rubbed gently against your hair. He continued to spin you relentlessly, your feet pathetically dangling helplessly below. 

Eventually you grew tired and dizzy from the notion, shouting out in giggles for him to stop. He paused from your protests, and without warning, threw you up in the air.

You gasped from the unexpected action, voice caught in your throat from the sudden motion and the fear that gripped you. Before you knew what was happening, you were back in his arms, instead held bridal style within his arms. 

Gripping onto his dress shirt and with wide eyes, you looked up at his proud grin. What a show off. 

You smacked him, though not hard, and he laughed again. Wrapping your arms his neck, you laughed with him, smothering yourself into his chest and breathing in his scent. You really did miss him today, and with his hands holding you, you melted from the close contact. 

While your laughing waned, his did not. You stared up at him like before, watching how beautiful he was in the dim lighting against the crackling fire and the open starry darkness of the night in contrast. You adored him for his openness with you, you loved him for being him around you. 

Tenderly, you put a hand on his cheek, turning his focus onto you. You lifted yourself up in his arms, and ever so slowly, leaned up to kiss him. Before you could, however, he turned his head away, the action small yet noticeable to your acute senses and knowing eyes. 

You pouted lightheartedly, hanging your head back dramatically as a joke. 

“Why won’t you let me love you?”

Techno became silent, swallowing a harsh inhale from the innocent and obviously meaningless tease. Despite the previous laughs, the room’s atmosphere changed, a now empty and tense space. 

Your feigned heartbreak-act softened, though the frown remained in place. You knew what he was doing; he was going too deep in thought and over analyzing, letting the voices reign control over insecurities and fear. No matter how strong or vicious he may seem to others, you knew him and that essentially, he was a man who was too anxious and too doubtful of himself for his own good. 

With a comforting smile, you called his name, bringing him back after briefly falling into the void. 

“Hey love?”

Blinking repeatedly to regain control, Techno snapped his head at you, your voice calm and firm in spite all that he was forced to hear. He hummed as to answer, and you cupped his cheeks before he could escape your attempted kiss again. 

He was still for a few seconds, before becoming undone and lifting you closer towards his lips, fingers curling tightly on you as to express the uproar of emotions he held for you. 

You pulled yourself up, hand reaching into his hair while the other remained kindly to his light stubble. Techno supported you further by shifting you, his arm now against your back that cradled you into a sitting position. 

The kiss was tender and passionate, yet more gentle than one would assume. All you could feel was him and him alone, nothing breaking the pure moment of bliss and true pleasure between the two of you. 

You pulled away suddenly, while fast, but to express anything left unsaid between your shared acts. 

“Love you,” you whispered, still out of breath from the loss of air. Techno couldn’t help the adoring gaze he showed for you, his own voice bright from the high of your taste. He met your forehead halfway, and closed his eyes while speaking so closely to you. 

“Heh, and I you, darlin’.”

“Cuddles now?”

Techno nodded, using his hands to carry your thighs as they moved to wrap around his torso instead. He walked you both towards the stairway to your bedroom, his hold on you never faltering against him. 

“Yeah, cuddles now.”

#technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade x gn!reader #technoblade imagines #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader

[lovelybarnes]

stood up- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, anderson x reader (?) warnings: angst, getting stood up, language, unrequited feelings about: prompts (DA29) “i got stood up.” + (DF30) “i think you’re my soulmate.” +(DF41) “are you going to cry? please don’t cry. a/n: i love to hurt but dw it’s a happy ending, i actually like this fjsk, a the time i finished this, i just posted another imagine, so i can’t wait for you guys to read this one in a couple days

every passing second makes you hyperaware of all the sympathetic stares that are currently directed at you. the feeling of pity is enveloping you whole, wrapping you in a thin layer of shame that you think must be related to the careful makeup you caked on your face for this date. your recently manicured nails scratch at the tablecloth, trying to avoid your new expensive dress, deep midnight color clinging to your nervous self. teeth stress your dark wine bottom lip, anxious eyes darting across the restaurant.

with each face that enters the place, none of them being his, the presumption that he isn’t coming solidifies. with it, comes the embarrassment. you can feel the warnings of tears, already threatening to ruin the mascara you had applied so carefully, not bothering to choose the waterproof one because why would you be crying on your date?

you suppose it’s your own fault- how dare you attempt to get over bucky? how dare you trust the words of a shield agent? you pick at your nails, gathering up the courage to stand up and leave. your waitress, however, beats you to it, a faux apologetic look on her face. “oh, so you’ve been here for, like, half an hour and it seems no one is coming, and we kind of need the table, so…”

you hold back an uncomfortable cringe, nodding stiffly as you stand. “right. i’m sorry. i don’t need to… pay for the water, right?” you ask dumbly, ducking your head when she shakes her head condescendingly.

pushing the door open, you step into the brisk air of the night, clouded over with an uneasy disappointment that you’re sure is because of you. you stand for a second to look at the stars, realizing how pretty of a night this would be if you weren’t so damn frustrated. the upset hasn’t passed yet, although the beginnings of anger are peeking up in your stomach.

while you stare up at the moon, the universe decides your getting stood up wasn’t enough, choosing to gift you with cold droplets of water that make your mascara run. it’s unbelievable, you nearly scoff tearily.

you walk to your car then, the moonlight that should have been romantic when you walked out of the restaurant now only making you feel lonely. you don’t let the tears come yet, having enough pride to not let the smitten couples appreciating the romance of the rain see you cry, deciding to put that off until you’re in the quietness of your room.

you drive in the sound of the pattering rain, concentrated on keeping your breathing even so as to push back the tears, not wanting to have an accident on the way back home because your vision was clouded over with sadness.

-

the relief you feel when you arrive at the compound is immeasurable; the knowledge that all you have to do is walk quietly to your room, and you can release the pent up emotions that eat you whole is unbelievably satisfying. the horrible itching feeling that comes with the tears arrives again when you notice your reflection in the impressively clean windows of the stark compound. through the stains of your ruined makeup, you can see the remnants of how dolled up you were, how much time was spent with the intricate details that made you smile when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you swallow back the painful lump in your throat, opening the doors and sniffling at the dimly-lit room. your heels click tiredly on the floor, precious bracelet lightly jangling when you move. you can’t find it in yourself to care when you realize you’re dragging water inside, resigning to letting stark lecture you in the morning.

as you stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor, the emotions you’ve pushed so far down decide to spring back up in the form of an overwhelming dejected exhaustion that makes you physically slump. you lean against the cool of the metal railing, shutting your eyes hard to avoid looking at yourself. you only pry your eyes open when you hear the soft ding of the elevator, surprised and once again embarrassed to see bucky standing between the open doors.

“y/n?” he asks quietly. his demeanor immediately changes when he takes you in, body softer in the way it always is when you’re with him. his reaction makes you fall deeper, which reminds you exactly why you were going on your failed date. you straighten, clearing your throat, “um- i have to get to my room.”

your voice is thin, heightening his worries and stopping you with a gentle hand to your arm before you step off the elevator, “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay?” he asks, and you nod blindly at all of his questions, realizing that the longer you stay with him- with his warm hand that you can’t help but lean into pressed against your cold arm- the more you really want to cry and scream because it’s not fair that he’s been given to you, yet you can’t have him, even if he has you.

“i’m fine,” you lie obviously, forcing your eyes again from his. “y/n, what happened? you’re clearly not fine,” bucky pushes, the hand on your arm beginning to rub stressed circles into your skin. you give up then, looking back at him. “i got stood up,” you say finally, words cracked. you shake your head, “and i just spent so much time on everything and-”

“that’s stupid. who would stand you up?” bucky interrupts, eyes genuinely confused while you scoff. “apparently anderson from security,” you respond bitterly, looking away. “he’s stupid, y/n. he has to be to not go to a date with you.”

you exhale frustratedly, “maybe not. maybe there’s something wrong with me and i’m the stupid one for even thinking someone would want to go out with me,” you countered. “hey, no, you are- you are amazing, y/n. amazing and stunning and intelligent and he missed his chance to be the luckiest guy in the world,” he insisted, gently pulling your attention back to him with a gentle hand on your cheek. you give him a watery laugh through the loud, unfair questions in your head: why don’t you love me like i love you, then?

you don’t realize the tears that run down the streaks of already ruined mascara until bucky points them out, wiping them away with his fingers, “no, no, don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he begs. you can’t help it, though, biting your lip to hold back your unrequited confessions of love.

“nobody wants me. i don’t even think i want me anymore,” you weep, oblivious to the breaking of bucky’s heart when he hears your words, pulling you flush against his chest. “don’t say that, doll. that’s not true-”

“it is. what other reasons can you think of that explain why i’m the only one that’s shown up to the rare dates i’ve been on? why have i had to go on those stupid dates just to forget how pathetic i am that i can’t get over you?”

you’re too deep in the ocean of your thoughts to realize what you’ve said, too little light available in the dark to let you realize the hints you have and will undoubtedly let out if you continue blubbering into bucky’s shoulder like the mess you are. your feelings are scattered, words so disorganized that any way you piece them together will be a mistake. “why else does the one person who i actually want to love me back not want me?”

bucky can make sense of the words you’re saying, the heavy weight they carry when he realizes exactly what they mean, and what you imply. he’s frozen, heart simultaneously fluttering at the mere thought of his feelings being returned and breaking at the cries you’re letting out because of him.

he’s refused to ever be the source of your pain, restricting his own poems of confessions because he didn’t want to hurt you, never wanting to be the reason you cried. he supposes now it was the wrong choice, one he needs to fix.

the bead of insecurity buried stubbornly in his mind shrieks, however, because he’s as clueless as you are and can’t possibly imagine someone like you- so kind and pure and good- loving him back. so he needs to make sure, needs to hear you say it in your voice.

“what?” you let out a watery scoff, full of embarrassment rather than annoyance at him, “don’t make me say it, bucky, please-”

“please say it- i- i need you to say it.”

a beat of silence passes before you sniffle, pulling away from the man you’ve called your best friend and wanted nothing but to be able to call him more. “i love you, bucky. in a way that makes me pretty sure you’re my soulmate because i don’t even believe in that but you make me feel like i should.”

bucky’s storm clouds lighten, doubts dissolving when he listens to what you said, tasting your words and examining each one just to remember it. he pulls your lips to his when they’ve barely processed. “you should,” he says when he pulls away for a second, only to make you lose your breath again when he aches for you immediately, kissing you again, “believe in soulmates.”

“why is that?” you ask breathlessly, letting him pull you back in because you both have been waiting- dreaming about this for so damn long, and he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to keep away from you now that he has you. he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, so perfectly imperfect when your teeth clash and you both laugh gently, noses nudging each other when he leans his forehead on yours, “because we’re meant to be, y/n. in that way that soulmates are.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #angst bucky barnes #fluff bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #fluff bucky barnes #angsty bucky barnes x reader #fluffy bucky barnes #angsty bucky barnes #fluffy bucky barnes imagine #fluffy bucky barnes x y/n #fluffy bucky x reader #angsty bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff fanfic #bucky barnes angst fanfic #bucky barnes fluffy fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic angst #bucky barnes fanfic fluff #bucky barnes fluffy fanfic #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

Can I request some Dream with y11, a8 and a10...?

Author's note- This was based on a dream I had with yandere dream, and as always, sleepy bois inc family is canon in this story, and Y/N is the second youngest, older than Tommy but younger than the twins Techno and Wilbur. Also, Mumza is in here, I don't see her in a lot of fanfics that included the SBI family dynamic.

Author's note 2- The first half of this fic is mainly SBI fluff, then the rest will be Dream x Reader

Author's note- this isn't the best but I tried, wasn't in the best mind space when I wrote this.

Warnings- Implied Abuse, Kidnapping, Gaslighting (?)

Yandere Dream x Reader

Y/N banged on Techno's door, their legs being close to giving up due to exhaustion. Techno yawned as his walked towards the door with an axe in hand, his hair covering most of his face, it was around 2 AM when Y/N knocked on his door. Techno opened the door and saw Y/N looking at him with despair, wearing nothing but a T-shirt that wasn't their's, and they had a black eye.

"Y/N?" Techno asked, since he hasn't seen his little sibling in years.

"Techno... Let me in, please..." Y/N said, barely being able to speak before they collapsed, and everything going black.

The next morning...

Y/N woke up in their old bedroom, the entire room looking like it hasn't been touched in years. Touching their face, they felt bandages covering their left eye. Tommy walked into the room holding a plate of pancakes and bacon. Looking up, Tommy almost dropped it the moment he saw Y/N.

"Y-Y/N..." Tommy said.

"Hey Tommy..." Y/N said, giving him a sad smile.

Tommy ran toward Y/N and knocked them over, hugging them as he cried.

"We thought you were dead! After you didn't show up after you went hunting, we looked every where and we couldn't find you. I thought you..."

Y/N hugged Tommy back and rubbed his back. Tommy pulled back and rubbed his tears away.

"Where were you?"

Y/N looked at the ground and shook their head, implying they didn't want to talk about it. Tommy just nodded before standing up.

"Come down stairs once your done," Tommy said, before closing the door.

Y/N picked up their plate, looking down at it, waiting for something to happen. The words that Dream said kept replaying in their head.

"Ugh, you're getting fat again, you know what, no food for the next 2 weeks, got it?"

Y/N hands shook as they backed away from the food. Y/N gripped Dream's shirt as they held back tears. Y/N just grabbed a piece of bacon and ate it with their eyes closed. When they realised how good it was, they ate more and more until their plate was clean.

Y/N got up and walked down stairs, Wilbur lying down on the couch while he listened to Tommy rant about Ranboo and Tubbo, Techno was no where to be seen, and Phil was doing the dishes in another room. Wilbur glanced at you before walking up to you and hugging you.

"I thought Techno was fucking with me when he told me you were back, but you really are!"

"Heh, yeah," Y/N said, hugging Wilbur back.

"Where's Dadza?" (They call Phil Dadza instead of dad)

"In the kitchen," Tommy said, taking Wilbur's spot on the couch.

Y/N left as Wilbur began pulling Tommy off the couch.

"HEY STOP IT MAN!"

"GET OFF THE FUCKING COUCH TOMMY!"

Y/N giggled as they entered the kitchen, chat was annoying Phil as he did the dishes. Phil saw the crows fly towards Y/N and started to fly around them. Y/N giggled as they let two crows on their shoulders.

"Hey Dadza," Y/N said, hugging Phil who hugged them back.

"My God, you look so... different, not like it's a bad thing of course but, where the hell were you, if you were going on vacation you should of told us," Phil said, rubbing Y/N's hair.

Y/N just giggled as the crows kept flying around them.

"Yeah I know. Hey, where's Mumza? If she here right now or is she working?" Y/N asked.

"Uhhhh, I think she's in the forest outside."

Y/N waved goodbye as they left, the crows flying after them.

"Finally those things leave me alone..." Phil sighed in relief.

Y/N walked in the forest while the crows flew behind them, and they stopped when they saw a familiar hat.

"Mumza?"

Kristen looked down behind her and saw a familiar figure. Shrinking down so she wasn't above the trees, she saw a familiar face.

"Y/N..." Kristen said as she walked towards them and placed a hand on their cheek as she covered her mouth, hiding her smile.

"Hey Mumza..."

Kristen began to cry tears of joy as she hugged them.

"I knew you weren't dead, when I checked the limbos and the train station you weren't in neither of them," She said, backing away.

"Oh my, what happen to your face?"

"I don't really remember," Y/N lied.

"Y/N, you know it's wrong to lie to your mother."

Y/N giggled as their mother gave them a stern look.

"I don't really want to talk about it, it's a long story."

"Ok sweetie, now stay safe, I don't want you going missing again, we were worried sick that something happened to you."

"I know, Dadza told me."

Mumza just shook her head with a smile before kissing them on the cheek, like she did when they were very young. Kristen waved goodbye before disappearing into black dust. Chat flew back to Phil's house, leaving Y/N all alone in the woods. Y/N just sat under a tree as they listen to the nature sounds. A fox walked by and slept next to them, bringing Y/N some joy.

Fast forward to night...

Tommy opened Y/N's door in at panic before closing it behind him. Y/N was on their bed reading when the teen came in.

"Tommy, what the hell are you doing here?"

"TOMMY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"I may have stolen Will's guitar..."

"That doesn't sound that bad."

"And I may have broke it..." Tommy said, revealing a broken guitar from behind his back.

Y/N burst out into laughter, holding back tears as they laughed.

"You're so fucked!"

After Y/N said that Wilbur burst through the door, knocking Tommy over.

"Shit!" Tommy said, crawling under the bed.

"Get out from their you fucking gremlin," Wilbur said, trying to get tommy.

Techno walked by and just stood at the door way watching the commotion.

"Techno! Can you help me out?"

"Eh, looks like a you problem."

Wilbur groaned as he grabbed Tommy's leg, and once he did he pulled him out from under the bed. Y/N looked at Techno and just shrugged as he showed confusion. Wilbur picked Tommy up, opened the window, and threw Tommy out from it.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Tommy yelled as he prepared himself as he fell.

But the ground never came, but instead felt himself get picked up. Looking up, he saw Kristen with a pissed off face.

"Willbur, what did I saw about throwing Tommy outside of windows!"

"Oooo, Will's getting yelled at by Mumza," Techno mocked, snickering.

"Oh shut up," Wilbur told Techno.

Kristen placed Tommy back inside of the house as she picked Wilbur up and scolded him.

"A 23 year old man getting scolded by his own mother, tsk tsk tsk," Tommy said, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

"Now, I don't want to see anymore fighting or throwing each other out of windows or breaking each others things, am I making myself clear?"

"Yes Mumza," Wilbur and Tommy said, sighing in defeat.

Kristen nodded before Disappearing into black dust.

"Your getting me a new guitar Tommy," Wilbur said.

"Fine, asshole," Tommy said as he left.

Techno and Will left, leaving Y/N alone. Picking up their book, they noticed that, all the words on the pages were gone. Scrolling through the book, the only thing their was a smiley face. Y/N looked around confused before closing the book.

"He's gone Y/N, your free, don't let your imagination ruin it," Y/N said, putting the book in their drawers.

Later that night...

Y/N slowly opened their eyes and saw a too familiar face staring at them. Before they can screen, Dream covered their mouth and placed a finger over his mouth, silently telling them to hush up. Dream had a sinister smile on his face, he didn't have his mask on, but instead it rested on the side of his head. His green eyes glowed in the darkness as he spoke.

“Scream all you want sweetie, no one’s going to hear you. And no one ever will…”

Y/N panicked and kicked Dream who was towering over them, in the dick, making him wince over and fall onto the floor in pain. Standing up, they ran out of the room and ran downstairs, opening the door and running out of the house. Dream recovered and chased after them.

"COME BACK HERE LOVE!" Dream yelled, running after them.

"Leave me alone, Leave me alone, Leave me alone, I don't want to go back," Y/N mumbled, running faster.

Y/N felt the air get knocked out of them when they fell to the ground, Dream pinning them down as he leaned in to whisper into their.

"Your pathetic... You're the child of the Angel Of Death and the Goddess Of Death, yet you get defeated by a mortal like myself... I guess I really am a God, just trapped in a mortal's body... I told you so many times Y/N, you're weak, you're nothing without me, you'll never be anything without my protection and care, your family doesn't care about, only I will waste my fucking time with you," Dream said, before knocking Y/N out.

Dream picked Y/N up and slung them over his shoulder. As he walked through the forest, he thought about something, a little gift to leave in Y/N's room for the family to see. Sitting Y/N down, he written down on a note 'Thanks for the gift :)' before running back to the house, quietly going in Y/N room to leave it on the bed. Then he ran out and went on his merry way.

The next day...

Tommy went to wake Y/N up, but he was greeted by a messing, dishevelled room.

"What the... What the fuck happened in here?" Tommy asked, looking around.

Once he got to the bed he saw the note, when he picked it up he almost dropped it instantly. Tommy ran down stairs and waved the note in the air.

"They're gone, Y/N's gone!"

"What do you mean?" Phil asked.

"This note was on their bed, and their room was a mess."

Techno grabbed the note as he skimmed over it, his face that held confusion turned to realization and then went to anger.

"What's wrong Techno?" Kristen asked.

"I know this handwriting from anywhere... Dream has them."

"What?!" Wilbur and Tommy asked.

"H-How? Y/N's never met Dream," Tommy said.

"How can we know that for a fact? Y/N was missing for years, and now they come back mysteriously in a panicked manner and in a very unhealthy condition."

"What are you leading towards Techno?" Phil asked.

"My theory is that Y/N was with Dream the years they were missing, and it wasn't by choice. I'm not sure how they met, but they definently have some sort of relationship, and it isn't heathly."

"What does Dream look like?" Kristen asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"I can ask Drista or XD to help me, I have a feeling Dream's linked to the two in some way, and it can help me locate him with the crows help."

"No one's really seen his face," Tommy said.

"But one thing that stands out is his mask, he wears this smiley mask all the time, making it impossible to see his face."

"With that info given to Mumza, what's the plan?" Wilbur asked.

Techno let out a dark chuckle as his eyes went dark.

"Oh I have a plan... And it's not going to be easy..."

With Y/N and Dream...

Y/N looked up and their hands were above their head, cuffed to the wall with no way to escape. Their legs were tied together, and the shirt they were wearing was gone, leaving them in just their undergarments. Looking up, Dream was sitting on a chair, looking at them dead in the eyes with a pissed off expression as he sharpened his netherite sword.

"Tell me this Y/N, what made you get the confidence and ego to pull this BULLSHIT on me?!"

Dream stood up and grabbed their face

"I give you everything, anything! If you want it I get it for you. But you just had to get selfish and leave me, you're fucking disgusting."

"I'm not disgusting..." Y/N mumbled.

"What did you say whore?"

"You heard me, I'm not disgusting! You're the one that fucking kidnapped me and hid me away for years, starving me whenever I got 'too fat?' WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT?! You physically and emotionally abuse me, and you do this just because you love me? I believed you for years, but when I got to see my family again I remembered what real love was, and this, this isn't love! You need fucking help Dream, and after this I'm going to need fucking therapy due to your FUCKING BULLSHIT!"

Dream slapped Y/N hard across the face, before putting his hand around Y/N's throat.

“Your life is in my hands, don’t test me, ok?”

"I'm not testing you Dream, I'm telling you the truth. You're just too caught up in your ego to see it."

Dream began to chuckle, before going into a hysterical laughter.

"Oh~ Y/N just doesn't know when to shut up..." Dream said, before kicking them in the stomach.

"Being with your family for 1 day made you get your ego, confidence and self respect back... Now that's not good," Dream continued, stabbing his netherite sword into Y/N's hands, making them scream in pain.

Dream began to hurt punch them over and over again until he got bored.

"DREAM PLEASE STOP! I'M AT HALF A HEART!" Y/N yelled, looking up at Dream with pleading eyes.

Dream just smiled, his eyes glowing as he looked down at them.

"Oh Y/N... I could kill you right now, and no one would care! NOBODY! And if people did care, where's your family? Where's your friends? Only I care about you, only I can make you happy, only I can touch you the way I do, and only I can love you..."

Y/N's brain just completely shut down as they stared down at the floor with emotionless eyes. Y/N began to cry, tears rolling down their face as they thrashed against their restraints.

"No! You're wrong! Youre..." Y/N said, before they felt Dream grab their chin.

"Care to finish that?"

Y/N just shook their head no, being too tired to do anything, and having too many mental and physical scars to even care anymore.

"Now, who's the only one that can love you?

"You..."

"And who do you love?"

"You..."

"Good..."

Dream unlocked their cuffs and watched as they fell to Y/N's side limply. Dream placed Y/N in his lap and ran his hand through their hair.

"You're all mine... And not even you're family can change that..."

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How to Exploit Kindness [A New Kind of Lila Salt Prompt]

[ Ive seen Lila and Class salt that goes a lot of different ways. In some Lilas a sad lonely girl who will do anything for friends and the class fall for her lies through a mixture of manipulation and Lila’s genuine sad lonely but real persona. In others Lila is insane and the class get basically sucked into her cult. And in others still, Lila slowly breaks the class down by preying on there insecurities, hidden jealousies ect. There are the versions where Lila just bribes the class with connections and the versions where Lila frames Marinette until no one believes her. But I wanted to write a new idea for people to use, one that I feel is a bit more realistic. One where Marinette’s classmates are more their more authentic kind selves but still get slowly pulled into Lila’s web and where Lila is just a bit more intelligent. ]

[ As usual with all my prompts feel free to borrow the idea to write for your own thing salt, sugar, cuteness angst ect just be sure to credit me for the idea so I can read it. ]

Lila was furious! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! She was supposed to be everyone's friend! She was supposed to finally get a cute perfect boyfriend who would cherish her like she deserved! She was supposed to be HAPPY! But no, the pathetic beetle Ladybug and that goody two shoes Marinette kept ruining everything!

No… No that wasn’t quite true. As much as she wanted to blame her problems on those two it wasn’t entirely their faults. Honestly Lila wasn’t quite sure what had happened. Her lies had been working at first, they had gotten her praise and compliments and adoration and friendship! But now? Now they were all ignoring her, unimpressed by her celeb lies! She could not understand it! At first she’d been sure it was Marinette or Ladybug maybe even Adrien had turned on her! But when she’d probed for information she’d learned that none of them had blown the whistle. So what was it! Tomorrow… Tomorrow she will find out one way or another. She needed to get them back under her thumb somehow.

 It was Chloe who gave Lila her answers. Chloe was the reason none of her classmates cared about her stories! Chloe was the idiot mayor's brat. And what a brat she was constantly wiggling her way into her mothers fashion shoots or had celebrities over at the hotel. Of course Lila’s classmates didn’t care about Lila’s celebrity connections because Chloe was always name dropping just as many people as herself. The only difference was Lila used fake modesty and shyness that made her ‘friends’ view her lies in less of a gloating light than Chloe’s haughty claims of celebrity meetings.

It was a damn shame, celebrity lies were her bread and butter, they were exciting got people to think you were important and they were hard to prove or disprove allowing Lila to easily get around the messy little detail of ‘proof’ if someone asked for pictures all she could say was that her mom didn't let her take any because she didn't want her precious daughter being targeted by crazy fans. And if someone asked her to use her celebrity connections? Well she could just turn on the water works and cry about them just being her friend for her connections. Thus her prey would be forced to be her ‘friend’ , always listening to her and doing things for her, unable to ask for anything in return. Then when her mother announced their next move Lila would tearfully say goodbye and leave all her suckers behind. But without the sway of her celebrity lies her system broke down. That was the problem with picking the school full of rich talented idiots she supposed.

Well with Chloe ruining her system she’d need a new one. Scrolling through her classmates' social media for a clue she sneered at their overly cheerful and cutesy posts. Always encouraging one another and posting encouraging puff pieces about this or that. Always acting like they were so nice. As Lila scrolled over a charity fundraiser event that Alya had retweeted from Milene a sudden thought crossed her mind. Her classmates were very ‘nice’ and annoyingly so. They were always butting into each other's business, always being SO concerned, always organizing events to help each other and appreciate each other and going to charity events.

In fact now that she thought about it the stories that had intrigued her ‘friends’ always had some sort of charity garbage attached. Saving Jagged’s kitten or raising money for some cause or other that always got her heaps of praise. Sure saying Clara whatshername stole her dance moves got attention but not in the same way saying she raised money for some green project. Was it really that simple? Sure her classmates all loved Marinette for her extreme generosity and kindness but was it REALLY that simple? She needed to check.

 It was actually that easy. One simple little lie about how she pulled a blind old man out of danger when he was nearly run over and suddenly the class was bathing her in praise. And the ‘fact’ that the whole very real thing made her miss first period and sprain her ankle? Well that was just the cherry on top. Suddenly Max was offering her a copy of his notes and everyone was back to caring for her like she was a princess. The fact that Marinette looked like she was seething only for sweet naive Adrien to keep her mouth shut was just so perfect. She’d found her golden ticket. Her classmates were truly ‘good kind people’ and nothing could be exploited quite like kindness.

With this knowledge Lila would easily be able to destroy Marinette, sure she wouldn’t be able to do it quickly but slowly she would replace her, with every good deed she made up with every act of false modesty she would build a reputation greater than Marinette’s she would replace her and become there new ‘everyday ladybug’ and the best part was she wouldn’t have to say ANYTHING against Marinette. Not. A. Thing. No sweet righteous Marinette would eventually snap, sadly for her it would probably be too late with how much control Adrien had over her, so when it happened Marinette would look like the jealous crazy girl going after the girl that was kinder, sweeter, and better than herself. As for Adrien… Well she had a hard time believing it at first but he really was an idiot with a pretty face as long as she was careful as she built her new reputation he would genuinely believe that she was changing for the better and then he'd fall for her.

The best part was, her classmates were genuine. As she built her new good girl heart of gold persona they would genuinely come to love her, all the loyalty Marinette got to enjoy all the perks of being friends with such talented, kind, sweet people would become hers. Slowly no matter how Marinette struggled she would lose, eventually she’d have nothing left. Of course she’d need to be careful with her lies but that was easy. Bring the class to a charity here and there and tell them that she was the one who gave the idea for the charity to the actual organizer but didn't want any credit because she was just that kind and humble. If they tried to make her do actual work then she’d have a sudden accident that would require she sit down.

And then once she’d done more photoshoots with Adrien for Gabriel she’d ‘convince’ the man that a charity would make him look good and boost sales. She’d MAKE her lies true all while winning over her future father in law, and heck maybe she’d even pocket a little of the money, she could use a better wardrobe and the extra would be perfect to buy her ‘friends’ the occasional ice cream or presents. In between that she’d just lie about saving people or volunteering on weekends. Maybe even let it ‘slip’ how she was a temp hero for Ladybug . One of the sweetest parts was that between volunteering with Lila, there own activities and hanging out with Lila so she could ‘thank them for their hard work’ no one would be spending a second hanging out with sweet pink little Marinette, they'd abandon her without even realizing it because they’d be SO busy. Sadly this plan of hers would take a little more work then her others, but it would be worth it to become the queen bee of the class- NO the school! And when Marinette eventually slipped up and looked like the biggest jealous bully in the school. Well she’d have no choice but to leave the school with her tail in between her legs.

Victory was looking sweet and satisfying.

 [ And where it goes from here is up to you. Lila can win, she can slowly convince the class and school that she's a model citizen and an everyday hero. She can sneakily maneuver the class to not spend time with Marinette slowly separating the girl from her friends. In this way Alya and the rest of them don't become evil salty versions of themselves who overnight hate Marinette and love Lila, but rather they are good naive people who got slowly separated and tricked by someone who wants to use their genuine talents and skills to make herself look better. Adrien who is already shown to be naive and wants to believe the best in people, can fall into Lila’s trap and become genuinely convinced that his high road method really worked and ‘reformed’ Lila into a better person. OR Lila can fail, she can claim to be the wrong temporary hero for ladybug, or she can pick the wrong charity to lie about, or get exposed any number of ways and the class can realize with horror that because they are kind but flawed people who are perhaps too trusting and gullible that they got pulled away from Marinette through subtle manipulation and so they can be redeemed because instead of turning into outright bullies they stayed the same kind people they always were but just got genuinely tricked which is something that can actually happen in real life. You can go heavy salt where Marinette does eventually leave the school or class heartbroken that her kind friends have fallen prey to a bad person Marinette cant find a way to expose. Or you can go clever salt where Marinette figures out Lila’s plan and fights her from the inside slowly exposing the cracks in her facade. Or you can go sugar and redemption where maybe just maybe Lila actually LIKES being nice to people and having real friends who dont care about her fake celeb connections, maybe she honestly redeems herself and even makes amends with Marinette. You can do genuinely anything with this idea and I hope to see this generate some new less *and suddenly everyone is evil* content for those that like salt and angst. ]

#my writing #ml salt #lila salt #lila salt prompt #now technically there isnt any actual class salt or adrien salt in here because its more of a prompt but to be safe il tag it anyway #adrien salt #class salt #ml salt prompt