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D.i.c.k.z prequel with albedo TA hehe by your one and only degen anon <3

it all started when he took a job offer to assist a class after his second year at your uni. it was simple just help a shakespearean history course, he took it in his first year it can’t be that hard to just help out. it was only just being there to grade stuff and help write new assignments for the students so it should be easy. until he met you. little ditzy girl who could loose her head if it wasn’t attached to her shoulders. she couldn’t even spell shakespeare let alone understand him and his history. so how and why did she get into this class? easy enough he didn’t have to look that far just down to the upper half of her torso, the nicest tits he ever laid his eyes on and a very expensive jacket. looks like daddy’s money and her looks got her into this college and sure she’s failing and desperately needs this course to pass as she can’t already fail a course just like this. he sees the way she blushes when he calls her dumb or how her cheeks get puffy and her eyes threaten to spill tears as he tells her how shes gonna fail. it’s all so cute and he hates it, he hates how she makes his cock so hard. without even trying and without fail every little thing she does has him stiffen in his pants. she’s so naive that it baffles him, how can she just push her breasts up to him like that when he’s near her or give him that face. it drives him mad.

so he gets an idea, obviously you need help and lord knows how you got to this position without even a second thought (or a first one) so he decides to help you. yeah that’s the word help, it’s pretty simple, you move into his dorm and help him do menial tasks like clean his gross sweaty clothes or whatever else he asks and you get help for your work. of course you agree and since you don’t have that many friends, you decide to take up his offer. now you live with him and are his little house pet he teases and assaults on the occasion as you try your hardest to pass your other classes he just so happens to be a teachers assistant at. then one day during winter break he decided to give you a little present by stripping you down and putting you tied up in the male staff bathroom he knows is always empty. soon falling asleep after a caffeine rush he realizes he slept all day and went to find you when he looks he finds no one. he decided to go to the staff room to see if anyone found you and saw you on kaeyas lap lazily making out with him, he can tell your obviously too passed out to even know what’s going on but it still makes him hard. he realizes it couldn’t be just kaeya that did this and soon figured out it was four others so he lets them have you for the winter break. sure for now they can have their fun but once school rolls back he always knows who you’ll run back to <3.

house pet for albedo <333333 acting like his lil wife, cleaning his cum stained clothes hehe. catch me sprinting back to his arms being like “you didn’t mean to tie me up right :( i’m all sore and tired, what about my classes?” as if he didn’t leave you with such demanding men, albedo would scold you for not learning anything and getting raped instead! you have to make up for lost time by taking albedo’s cock as you learn but it’s hard to focus when it feels so good to be full again with his familiar erection ♡

mean ta albedo who has you bend over the desk and helps you delete the virus you got on his nice computer that cost him half his tuition, crying telling him you can’t do it and your legs hurt and you need to sit down. maybe you should’ve thought of that before you ruined his computer. you tell him you can get him a new one but he says he doesn’t want your stupid fathers money and you should just listen to him, gosh your such a vapid slut of course you’re letting him grind on your ass when you where that cute pastel skirt that shows you panties. god he should put more placebo virus on his computer so you can cry and wiggle your hips against his hard cock as you try so desperately to stop all those pesky tabs from opening. he isn’t the worst monster in the world he’ll let you sit on his lap in the living room and cry your little eyes out as he grinds on your clothed pussy.

degen anon <3

literally it astounds me how scummy albedo is and how smart you are degen anon!! of course he’d use your lack of knowledge about laptops to make you squirm on his lap while all teary… you’re so frustrated by the flashing tabs and hacked messages to even notice albedo groping your thighs as he’s rubbing out an orgasm against your cunny <3 you know what other lies he’d make up just to get you in a compromised situation? oh, you’re taking too much of the water bill, we have to shower together. and yes it’s normal for albedo to jack off in the shower right as you’re putting body wash on, making your tits soapy and pussy on display for his perverted eyes when you rinse off! his ropes of cum happen to feel just like the water coming from the shower head so you barely notice it at all, washing it away with everything else unknowingly hehe.

doctor albedo raping his nurse or patient hehe

wanna have a desperate hand clasped over my mouth to muffle my moans and cries as he pounds into me from behind <33 he pulls me away from the front desk to bounce me on his lap in his office, face full of tears as i hold onto his white doctor's coat, stained with wet droplets, mixed juices and ropes of cum <3

"nngh, dr albedo, please, i have to take care of the patients!"

"no, you'll take care of my erection first." he'd kiss your neck hungrily as he thrusts into you recklessly without abandon, squelchy slapping sounds echoing the office, making you so aware that you're being fucked by your superior and that anyone could definitely tell that he's taking out his frustrations n attraction on you <3

it'd be so shameful limping out of his office once he's done, uniform askew and neck littered with blossoming hickeys that you can't cover with makeup or your hair!

imagine being dr albedo's cute patient coming in for an appointment, only for him to inspect your naked body and get hard at the sight of your shy self under his lusty gaze <3 he thinks your stiff nipples from the ac must be because you want him to take you, so he makes you stay in the hospital so he can have you always around !!!

he'd check your private parts n assault you under the guise of making sure you're healthy hehe. albedo fingers your hole and even makes you close your eyes so he can pull down his boxers, placing his blunt tip to your entrance and blowing his load inside. "it's just a special medicine, just for you."

training wheels with yandere childe

warnings: age gap (5-6 years), noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, nsfw, dark content, blowjob (m), yandere implications

note my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact and the content below is adult.

word count 1.2k - response to angst anon's ask <3

You’re the flowers of Childe’s spring, when he first meets you, you’re barely half his height and oh so precious, immediately capturing his heart as you stumble shyly into his life like a newborn foal - tender and young. Childe knows that he must protect you from the winds of Snezhaya’s winters and teach you the way to grow up as he’s older than you. He picks you up after every class whether it was when you first started school, guarding you from others like teachers and your classmates, making everyone laugh at such a sweet gesture to concerned glances when you’re more than capable of crossing the icy lakes by yourself rather than being princess carried by the teenager who gazes at you with pure adoration, excusing his actions with the fact he couldn’t ever let you hurt yourself, though everyone brushes it off, they’re just like siblings right? Right, he’s like her older brother. These whispers fly around the town, your ears covered by Childe’s gloved hands and your head leaned against his broad chest, snuggled warmly without a clue that Childe has your entire life planned out, to be beside him.

It’s a shame for Childe that his plans are briefly interrupted by his descent into the abyss though when he returns, he’s by your side more than ever, showing up to your house in the mornings and night, accompanying you to school or spending time in your room. You kept him sane within his time down there and now that he’s hardened with the knowledge of battle, he never hesitates to bare hydro blades at any person who approaches you rather like a guard dog. For others, they’re miffed at his aggression while you’re empathetic to Childe’s plight, choosing his side whenever others bring it up. “He fell into the abyss! It’s normal, don’t blame him!” You don’t realise that he’s conditioned you to believe his actions are for the best ever since your naïve youth, always clinging onto Childe’s words as if they were the verses of faith.

Never one to question Childe nor listen to others than him, you don’t doubt him nor even notice when his once innocent touches on the expanses of your skin become lingering, possessive and even lustful. Childe’s amber eyes watch your lips as they purse around a straw, pink tongue darting out to lap at the cream on your face and feels his pants tighten. He really regrets treating you to that milkshake, cause he has to jack off in the restaurant’s bathroom so you don’t realise what you do to him. When you climb instinctively onto his lap when it’s time to watch a scary movie, you don’t even flinch when Childe grips your waist harshly nor his hips rolling up every so often, convinced it’s just his body reacting to the horrors on the screen! You think you understand him, after all it freaks you out a little bit too, making you squirm anxiously on his lap and bury your face into his neck, whimpering at the loud screams emitting from the TV. Childe berates his past self for always luring you into his arms, wanting you as close as possible in the past but now, it’s torture having you so close yet so far, separated by clothes as your heat above his crotch drives him insane. He can only rush to the bathroom with an excuse of the film being too much to conceal his desire - though your saddened face makes him pause, he couldn’t leave you there all afraid by yourself, could he? He’ll just rub one out against you once you’re blissfully asleep, cradled in his arms so purely and untainted by his sinful needs.

Childe only gets more daring as time goes by, his touches becoming persistent gropes at the plush meat of your thighs and ass, acting all concerned with you, “You’re eating enough right? You can’t carry kids if you’re not healthy.” His hidden intentions always slip by you, used to his obsession with your status and capability to have kids, it’s just because he’s always wanted children right? You never think his kneading of your skin are for his benefit, nor do you ever wonder why you’re perched right above his bulge in his tight pants - he must miss you lots too. You only keep close to Childe, unwilling to be separated by his Fatui duties that leave you without him for days, it’s just so lonely without him! The townsfolk seem to avoid you and you’ve never had many friends outside of Childe anyways, he was all you needed. He’s always been there and has always taught you everything you needed to know, so why would you ever want anything else?

It becomes natural and incessant, Childe’s unceasing touches of you in increasingly lewd areas. You haven’t seen him for a whole month since he’s been on a mission and after he has you seated on his lap, his hands are wandering into your underwear, stroking your private parts as he convinces you that this is for your own good. It does feel good, your body tingling in newfound pleasure and folds soaking his fingers with juices that he laps up with a pleased hum, even urging you to have a taste. Is this normal? never passes your mind, only following Childe’s instruction with a curious face that shows you find the taste strange. To compensate, Childe offers you something tastier, he says as he lifts you off his lap and has your back against the sofa while he unbuckles his pants. Childe is above you, your face covered by a large appendage connected to his crotch that makes you wonder why it’s so red and long out loud. Childe just answers you with a chuckle as he guides the angry flushed tip towards your agape mouth, “It’s because of you, why not help me out by putting your lips around it? I think a kiss would make it feel better.”

Obedient to Childe without a fault, you’d press a sweet kiss to the leaking tip, precum decorating your lips as you wrap them around the tip, making Childe hiss shamelessly from the pleasure of your wet mouth surrounding his erection. His dreams of this moment can’t compare to the innocent look on your face as you gently suckle on his cock, just like the cherub angel you were when you two had first met. The thought of his plans coming to fruition and the sight of your virginal self latched onto his hard meat has Childe blowing his load like a prepubescent teen, filling your mouth with his seed until it overflows, years of lusting over you pouring out and dripping out the edges of your lips. Childe can’t help the way his dick twitches in interest, still hard despite cumming into your mouth, you’re just too much for him especially with the way you diligently gulp and swallow in his spunk - telling him cutely that it wasn’t so yummy! But you thank him anyways and tell him that you’ve missed him oh so much.

Your thirst is definitely something i would imagine childe would do to the reader..........tbh i wouldn't mind if he do it to me(as long as theirs a safe word and a very sweet aftercare with him apologizing for going to far) and laven don't worry as long as your posting something and i mean anything it doesn't need to be a fic still be lurking in your blog and i already know that the fics you'll write will be amazing as always hihihihihi.

-angst anon

childe's aftercare is godly <3 lemme just project cause he'd have cute bandaids ready to cover your wounds, leaving gentle kisses on them as he whispers apologies, promising falsely that he'll never do it again. it's okay though, his insincere words sound so convincing in the moment with his attention seemingly solely on you, tending to your needs when really he's making sure your body can stand being his pretty doll yet again (or otherwise he'll have to find a new toy.)

mwah i lov u angst anon and the fics will come out eventually hehe <3

Trying to guilt trip someone by faking a heart attack is not cool

I dont usually send asks, mostly cause im shy and don’t know what to say lol, but I wanted to share my appreciation for your Kendratello AU, cause it’s helped me recognize a toxic relationship in my own life.

I’ve never been a victim to SA or anything of the likes, so I can’t say I’ve been EXACTLY in Donnie’s place, but something that unsettled me early on when reading your AU was how…NICE Kendra would seem when alone with Donnie.

In a lot of media, especially in the media I saw growing up, the manipulative antagonist almost always had very obvious tells that show they’re evil when interacting with the victim. Maybe they’re talking about committing a very clearly villainous deed, keep the protagonist prisoner, something like that. But Kendra didn’t. Well, not always.

Kendra destroyed Donnie from the foundation up, and then rebuilt him back up to be who she wanted him to be, would punish him but then spin the situation around to be his own fault, but the rest of the time she would seem kind.

Only recently have I realized that someone very close to me has been toxic for most of our lives, and the reason it took me this long to realize it was because they would treat me kindly only until it became in their own interest to act otherwise. But I would take it, because I loved them and didn’t want to hurt their feelings, and I assumed that since they loved me, they wouldn’t ACTUALLY (emotionally) hurt me.

Spoiler alert: they did.

I’m not going to get much more into it, but your AU’s been very comforting to me ever since this happened, because it’s helping me come to terms with the fact that what happened wasn’t my fault just because our relationship seemed nice most of the time.

Your depiction of Kendra manipulating Donnie so realistically, and Donnie slowly but surely realizing that Kendra was hurting him is so powerful, and I thank you for that.

I’m so happy for you Anon 💚💚

It’s good to see these patterns, and depending on how toxic the relationship is, to speak up for yourself, or cut the person out, if they are unwilling to change.

Kindness is often a tool used by manipulators. But the biggest thing to ask yourself is exactly what you saw. Is this person only nice to me when they need something from me? And if so, then this isn’t real kindness. Good for you for knowing your worth!!

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sa related ask and discussions of very toxic relationships…

Personal experience rambling below. Toxic friendship and sa mention.

I’ll only be discussing this once, here, in this post. So I’m afraid if I get anyone asking for further info, I’m not going to reply /lh

I’m very sorry for what you’ve gone through. I hope you can find what you need to heal. Everyone’s traumas are so different, so please if you can, and haven’t already, speak to a professional that will give you help catered to you.

But I do want to immediately answer your question and say, yes, I have healed, for the most part. It took a lot of work and self-reflection that I didn’t want to do, because it was scary. But when I finally talked to someone, and realized I needed to take action in order to heal, that was when the process started.

For years, I thought my only options were to suffer in silence, and that what happened to me was my own fault, because towards the end, I was consenting. But I didn’t understand how my mindset and self worth had become so twisted.

My person (let’s call him J) was one of my best friends growing up. But as he got older, and more interested in…mature things, he changed. J would only ever agree to hang out together unless I offered to give him something to make it worth his while. Eventually I started to think these acts were all I was good for, as that’s all that made him happy to be around me. Pretty soon, J didn’t even have to push the ideas onto me. He only had to act uninterested or busy, and I would sit there and beg to do whatever he wanted.

The idea of rejection grew to be so painful and terrifying as he was one of only two friends that I had (the other being his sister. So if I lost one, I was so scared to lose the other). And I’d recently lost one of my closest childhood friends. Which he often used her cutting contact with us in his manipulations as well.

(It wasn’t until years later that she contacted me through Facebook and revealed that it was J that made her feel too uncomfortable, and as she already lived two hours away from us, and only visited once a year, it was just easier for her to cut off contact. I don’t blame her now, but without that knowledge, the thought that it was something I did, only helped J manipulate me.)

As I grew older, and I got better friends, I started to learn just how much I’d been pushed into only ever doing what he wanted, and how one sided of a relationship it was. He moved away, and that distance I was so scared of became a reality. But it was the best thing to ever happen. I still wonder what would’ve happened if he’d stayed in town. If we might’ve gotten married or if I would’ve finally stood up for myself. But all that matters is he is gone. There is always the danger of him coming home and me seeing him—we were neighbors, so his parents and mine still live right next door. Holidays can be kind of a high stress time lol.

That cafe comic is actually probably the most therapeutic piece out of the whole Kendratello AU I’ve done, as it’s always been a fear of mine that I could just turn around and he’d be in town visiting lol. Sending Kendra through that portal was highly cathartic. But even if that were to happen now, I have my coping skills, and I’m in a much better headspace. I think I would be able to handle myself.

I’m still a people pleaser, I don’t think that’s ever going to go away, even with all the work I’ve done. The biggest thing is, I know I’m worth more now. I can see real kindness, and catch the fake stuff much better by looking for those same toxic signs. The real friendships I’ve made have shown me what connection is truly like. It’s not a one-sided negotiation every time you get together. And if it is, then it’s probably not a healthy give and take. I’ve healed, but it is a constant effort.

Every new person sets off some kind of anxiety in the back of my head, but I don’t let that fear control how our relationship will develop. I’ve got the final say in what happens and what I get out of it.

Tell you no lies.

Yandere ! Jungkook x College student OC

Lawyer Jungkook.

Summary : You’re just staying at your mother’s apartment for your first year of college to save some money. Jungkook is your stepfather who is too intriguing to ignore.

Warnings : Yandere themes, non con, manipulation, pseudo incest, daddy kink, age difference. 

Word Count : 4,100. 

Part 1

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Jeon Jungkook is your step father,. an intriguing figure in your life, almost twenty years older than you and yet so far from ‘old’.   Even at 38 he’s a handsome man , tall and strapping and with a well kept body. He never misses a workout, up at the crack of dawn, sipping his protein shake and dressed in short and a tank top with his bag slung over his neck. 

Jungkook works extra hard to look good and and you don’t blame him. Your own mother is a beautiful lady five years younger than Jungkook but she looks like she could be your older sister.

And because she had you at 15 , she’s always been more of a sister anyway. You love your mother, although you don’t have a typical mother daughter relationship. 

You grew up with your grandparents , back in your hometown in Daegu. Your mother had always been a city girl. You don’t dislike her, you just don’t understand her and her lifestyle, having always been attracted to the quiet solitude of home and family rather than the pull of the night. 

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fuck me better (m) | jjk, kth

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. taehyung x reader

summary: jungkook isn’t happy when he finds out he’s eating someone else’s cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook’s games

genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, slight angst, fwb!au, f2l!au, fuckboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook,  fuckbuddy!taehyung college!au

wordcount: 3.1k

warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, coercion, manipulation, jealous!jungkook, possessive themes, sloppy seconds, jungkook eats you out but taehyung came inside you first so idk is that cum play, rough sex, major degradation, spanking, choking, jungkook spits on you, breast play, oral, toxic relationship!!!, hate sex kinda, needy!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sweet!taehyung, bigdick!taehyung, praise, taehyungs HANDS. sorry. ehm. sex while intoxicated, mentions of alcohol 

a/n: this is a ~drabble~ from the fuck me forever au. it can be read as a standalone, but makes more sense if you read that so you can understand this jungkook. he’s…something. s/o to this anon for the idea, hope you like it ;)

“Baby…ohh fuck” Tilting your head back, you watched Taehyung’s beautiful, slender hands travel over your trembling chest. His touch was scalding, delicately wrapping his fingers around your throat. Thumbs pressing against your jaw as he looked at you, eyes dark with desire. Sweat painted his forehead as he flipped his hair back, before lowering back to you. Eyelashes brushing against your forehead as his nose nudged against yours.

The room was filled with surreal sighs, desperate moans and the intoxicating scent of sex. The roll of his hips, slow and deep. Your legs snug around his torso, hands combing through his hair, letting him know how much you adored every move he made. 

“You like that?” He growled, baritone voice vibrating against you as he gave a tight thrust, causing the bed beneath you to creak. You loved the feeling of him inside you, his large size was painful but stretched you out so good. You wanted to feel him deeper—wanted him to tear you apart.

“Y-you’re so big” You gasped, words flying out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your mind was numb. Hounded by the pleasure that overwhelmed your every nerve. Taehyung nuzzled into your neck, chuckling slightly at your comment.

“Yeah baby?” The hint of cockiness in his voice made you surge with wetness. He pressed his lips behind your shoulder, a sweet spot for you, causing you to sigh loudly in bliss. He was so incredibly close, but still wanted to feel you even closer. He wanted to be consumed by you—your scent, your body, your everything. 

“You can take it can’t you? So good for me” He sighed, moving his lips behind your ear, kissing you softly as he picked up his pace, chasing a high he was trying so badly to suppress. “You’re gorgeous. So fucking beautiful”

He meant every word, and you could tell. You pursed your lips, holding back the desperate scream you wanted to let out, suffocated by his praise as he fucked into you hard. Your breath hitching every time he pushed you closer and closer to the head of your bed. Making sure you could feel every inch he had to give as he came inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your lips found one another, eyes falling shut as you shared an intimate kiss. Taehyung stilled, pulling away to admire your face “Y/n” He whispered, a small smile on his face. It was still unreal to him. The fact you of all people were beneath him like this. His friends would kill to be in his situation—a fact he was well aware of. Even so, he had no intention to kiss & tell, content with wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

You had been straight with him, you had no intention of starting a relationship. And Taehyung knew exactly why—because you were hung up on a certain good for nothing, insecure fuckboy who you claimed to be your best friend. Jeon Jungkook. He hoped over time he could show you that you deserved so much more. It’s for this reason he fucked you like a lover, despite knowing deep down that to you, he would never be one.

“I-I just can’t even fucking believe that you’re—“

Taehyung’s confession was interrupted by a loud BANG on the door. “Y/n!” Taehyung hissed, rolling his eyes at the sound of Jungkook’s whiny voice cutting clean through the beautiful tension that had formed between the two of you. “Y/n please open up!”

Taehyung could see the guilt in your eyes as you pushed him off of you, pressing a finger to your lips “Shit. Taehyung, I’m so sorry. Do you mind hiding for a bit? I’ll get him to leave but if he sees you here…” Taehyung wanted to scowl. If he sees me here then what?

“Y/nnn pleaseeee” The banging persisted, and the slur in Jungkook’s voice confirmed Taehyung’s suspicions. The boy was drunk. Of course. “I’m so sorry. You know I am. Please let me in…I love you baby please” Quickly you guided Taehyung into your closet, where he grabbed your wrist, yanking you into his chest so he could leave you with a chaste kiss.

“Don’t” He urged you, hoping—wishing you would just give up on him. “Don’t answer” 

But he knew his request was in vain. “I can’t just leave him there” You threw on an oversized shirt, barely covering your ass before sliding the closet door shut. Your legs trembled, sore still as you made your way to let Jungkook in.

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook…like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

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another Yandere!Alastor imagine

(~500 words of him Making Things Worse)

I need to go to bed

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Alastor always seems to be there at your worst moments. It’s always a coincidence, never contrived enough to make you think that he wanted to see this. No. It was merely a stroke of fate that led him to wander into the lobby the one time you cried in public, to pass by your room just at the moment you threw something against the door…

The first time, it’s a shock, an embarrassing realization that someone has witnessed a part of you that you’d very much like to keep to yourself. But he doesn’t do anything to make you feel judged. Only asks you if everything’s quite alright, as if the answer to that isn’t blatantly obvious. Listens as you swallow the remnants of your tears, and spill a little bit more of the truth than you’d planned to when you opened your mouth, relieved to have someone, anyone to talk to. He draws you out of the shell you’ve built around yourself, lets you go on speaking - insists upon it - no matter how hesitant your voice becomes. Actually smiles wider when you do. Bids you goodnight, walks away.

It’s only long after this that you realize how much you really said. But it’s okay, you tell yourself. You’re supposed to talk about your feelings. You were lucky, if anything, to have such a willing, patient audience.

When it happens again, and again, you begin to wonder why - why he keeps finding you in these situations, and why he keeps putting up with your barely-coherant attempts to explain what, exactly, has you in such a state. Of course, it crosses your mind that it’s intentional. That he knows when you’re feeling this way, that he’s drawn to it for reasons you can only guess at.

It’s not like it’s malicious. It can’t be. If it was, he would do something other than sit there and hear you out. He certainly wouldn’t encourage you to keep talking, wouldn’t wring out every little drop of awfulness before deciding that you were ready to be left alone.

And if he says something not-so-comforting, now and again? If the tears come back after he’s spent a few minutes by your side? That’s just another coincidence. You’re set off by little things, sometimes. Benign words in the wrong tone, or little phrases that remind you too much of ugly things in your past. How is he supposed to know? He can’t possibly be expected to understand you that well.

Then again - by now, with all the things you’ve said to him, he might understand you better than anyone. And as time passes, you begin to believe that this is your fault, as well. You should have found a different confidant. Now that he’s found you, it’s a bit too late for that. It’s not like you can run to anyone else when he’s always there.

Your relief at merely having someone is gone now. You’re not sure, anymore, if it would be better to have only him, or no one at all. But it doesn’t matter - regardless of what you decide, you’re not going to be alone any time soon.

Purpose

Alastor x Reader // word count 3.4k

You can have you soul back, if you wish. But really…why would you even want something like that?

Tags/warnings: yandere, manipulation, power imbalance, angsty as hell, Alastor owns reader’s soul, reference to Alastor destroying other souls, shadows being far too tangible for comfort

A/N: This was supposed to be a short, simple little thing in my notes app. It did not stay that way for long. I swear I’ll write for someone else after this one (this might be a lie, haven’t decided yet)

You can’t believe that you asked. It was a sort of trance that brought you here, that forced your steps down the hallway, that raised your fist to his bedroom door - and it was your entire fist that knocked, not merely the knuckles of your hand. Like you were threatening to break the wood from its hinges if he didn’t answer. But he wasn’t angry when he let you inside. Only bemused. And even now that you’ve done it, now that you’ve somehow managed to get out the words that have been churning in your mind for months…his demeanor has barely shifted at all. Although of course, it could be an act. It’s still hard for you to tell.

“Is that truly what you desire, my dear?” Alastor’s smile, which you expected to fade somewhat, or at least twitch at the corners in a telltale sign of annoyance, is just as broad as it’s ever been. He towers over you, his hands folded behind his back. “Think carefully, now. It’s already rare for me to allow someone to escape - unheard of, in fact. But taking someone back would be even less likely, so if there’s any chance at all ”-

“I’m sure.” You set your jaw, and refuse to look down, even as the glow in his eyes becomes almost too bright to bear. Even as something stirs in the swamp behind him, threatening to draw your gaze away. “I want my soul. I’ll give you anything to have it back. I’ll”-

“No need to elaborate, darling.” He sounds calm, and just as surprising, he doesn’t sound like he’s lying. “I assure you, I have no interest in any offer you might have had planned. If you want your soul, you can have it.” 

You freeze, your mouth still ajar. It takes you a moment before you can speak again. “Really?”

“Really.” His head tilts slowly as you continue to process his words. “Does that surprise you?”

“Yes.” You’re deeply confused, in fact. You were expecting to have to haggle, if not to beg. You were certainly expecting him to be upset. It shouldn’t - it can’t - be this easy. 

“I give you my word. If you wish to leave, I’ll let you.” He pauses. “However. ”

This is a trick. It has to be. Your eyes dart around the room, as if a map to his true intentions might be lying somewhere nearby.

“It would be irresponsible of me not to help you consider your options. I don’t want you to do anything you might regret. So…tell me.” He sighs, and simply stares for a moment before brushing the tips of two fingers up the line of your jaw, from your ear to just below your mouth. “ If you were to go…” He taps the pads of his fingers gently against your cheek, and lets his hand fall to his side. “What, exactly, would you have to gain from such a thing?”

You blink, still reeling from his feather-light touch. This is not a question you expected to answer, and you stay quiet for a moment too long.

He leans over you, and lowers his face to your ear, as if he’s about to tell you a secret. “I’ll tell you what I think. I don’t think you’ll like it very much…but then again, people never enjoy hearing the truth.” There’s a buzz of static, he disappears and reappears behind you, and you’re left too disoriented to respond. “I think you’d be quite miserable, if you went through with this impulsive little idea of yours.” 

It wasn’t impulsive. Saying it out loud was, without a doubt. But the idea itself has been there for a very long time. 

“Would you like to know why I think that?” 

“No.” You’re not sure, really, whether you’re responding to his words, or to the hand that has landed on your waist. “You’re wrong.” His grip tightens, tugging slightly on the fabric of your shirt, but there it is again - that odd, detached state of mind that you fall into when you need to do something, and quickly, before you think about it and lose your resolve. “I’ll be miserable if I stay. I’ve already been miserable for a long fucking time.” You uncurl the fist you didn’t realize you had clenched, bring your hand to his wrist, and tug it sharply away from your waist. You barely even register your surprise when he lets this happen. 

He reappears in front of you, and waits silently for you to continue. 

“I didn’t think it would be like this.” Your eyes wander to the desk against the wall, to the ledger that you know contains the list of souls under his command. He’s allowed you to witness what happens to the souls - to the people - that displease him, and on more than one occasion, he’s enlisted your help in cleaning up the mess. You always got the impression that he didn’t particularly need your assistance. That it was more about the fun of watching you squirm. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

“How interesting.” He leans forward, eyes gleaming. “I must be a better judge of character than you, then. Because you have never once surprised me.” Without warning, he takes your hand, tugs you close enough to put his other hand on the small of your back, and half-drags you to his desk chair, which he kicks around and deposits you into. 

You glare up at him, hands braced tightly against the armrests, but he only pulls his hands behind his back, and sighs.

“Well, my dear. I would have merely asked you to sit down - as one should do for someone who’s about to receive unfortunate news - but it seems that you’re in a rather oppositional mood. So.” He gestures in your direction, and something slithers over your waist, binding you to the back of his chair. 

Before this all began, you would have struggled. Now, you barely glance down. “Fuck you.”

“Shall I bind your tongue as well, darling?” A dark coil, made of the same unnaturally smooth, unfathomably black material as the first, curls up from behind you and begins to inch its way up your neck. “Or perhaps do away with it altogether?”

You press your lips together, and shake your head. 

“Hmm…if you’re sure.” The second coil retreats back into the shadows, and Alastor looks down at you with an expression far too appreciative for your comfort. “I do love a captive audience,” he muses. “But what I said before does still stand. If, at the end of this little talk, you still wish to leave, I’ll happily release you.” He gestures broadly with an open palm, as if presenting you with some fabulous gift, then quickly flips his hand and points at you, his finger perfectly still in midair. “But first things first. I asked you a question some time ago, and you would do well to answer it.” He stands perfectly straight, and once again interlocks his hands behind his back. “Take some time to gather your thoughts, if you must. I’m not going anywhere.”

You bite hard into the inside of your lip, and swallow your bloody saliva down with all the things you’d like to scream at him. Instead, you avert your eyes, and quietly repeat the question you’d been unable to answer the first time around. “What do I have to gain?”

“That is what I asked, my dear.” The tendril around your waist tightens slightly, as if to force an answer out of you.

“What do I have to lose? ” You keep your eyes fixed on the floor, and force the deepest breath you can manage in and out of your lungs. The air feels heavy and humid, and smells of long-rotten vegetation - or perhaps a half-destroyed carcass, decaying somewhere in the bayou. “When I did what I did…when I gave you my soul…I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought that if I did it, I’d feel safe enough, or - I don’t know - good enough, to make a life here. But I don’t have one outside of you.” You suck in a sharp breath, all too aware of how stilted your sentences are becoming as they pass over the growing lump in your throat. “I live here because of you. And I barely leave because of you. I don’t spend time with anyone else, because I never know when you’re going to show up, and I don’t want to make friends and then watch them get roped into whatever shit you make me do next - and I can’t sleep, because - because you’ve woken me up before, and when you do that”-

You trail off completely as you remember the last time he did this to you, the images in your head far too clear for something that happened in the dark, when you were only half awake: Hand over your face in your dream, falling to touch your shoulder with just enough force to wake you and send you bolting upright. Rise and shine, darling. Smile somehow more vivid than the red eyes glowing above it, spreading wide with a manic delight that you knew was real, too real, and far too close. I’m going to pay someone a visit. They’re not aware of it yet, but I’m afraid it just couldn’t wait. Shadow, on the wall, one that shouldn’t have existed in such a dark room, blacker than you thought anything could ever be. It’s going to be a night to remember, my dear. I wouldn’t have you miss it for the world.  

You don’t want to picture what happened next. In your mind, you skip to when it was all over. When he took your hand, still shaking from the things you’d been forced to witness, and held it tight as he scratched that poor soul’s name out of his ledger. When he set down his pen, which was still dripping a dark red liquid that barely resembled ink at all, and began to turn the pages - you knew what he was looking for long before he found your name, written in impeccable cursive, glowing slightly as he guided you to touch it. I think it looks quite lovely in my hand. Whether he was talking about his handwriting, or about your face, which he’d reached up to touch in that moment, you do not wish to know. Don’t you agree?

Now, you shake your head, as if amending the answer you’d given him that night. You don’t like how you’ve conditioned yourself to say the things he wants to hear. To believe them when you say them. “I knew I’d have to do some things for you. But…” You swallow hard, because you can’t imagine he’ll have any sympathy for you if you cry, and you don’t want to find out. “I didn’t think it would be like this. I didn’t think that it would become my entire purpose.”

“Hmm.” His sigh is light and airy, with none of the weight that your words carried. When he does speak, the condescension is unmistakable. “Tell me, then.” He crouches down in front of you, leans forward, and rests his forearms on your thighs; his elbow digs hard into your leg as he raises his hand and props his face up on his fist. His grin still doesn’t waver, and his eyes appear wider from this angle, shining with something that is, perhaps, meant to resemble sympathy. “If you chose to leave…what would your purpose be then?” He tilts his head, until it’s his cheek resting against his fist, and waits.

And you are silent. Because somehow, in all your fantasies of escaping, you never managed to get to that part. The part where you lived your life, with no one to guide you but yourself.

You don’t know what you would do. But surely, surely, it would be better than this. 

He lowers his voice, and finally, you see his smile recede slightly. It becomes softer, and the glow in his eyes fades somewhat, and it’s all so unexpected that you don’t even question whether it’s real. “I know a lost soul when I see one, darling.” With his other hand, he lazily traces a path up and down your thigh. It would be almost soothing, you think, if it wasn’t him. “There’s a reason I wanted you. And a reason I keep you so close.” He sighs, and you can smell his breath, the hint of whiskey that doesn’t come close to masking the familiar rancid scent beneath. But there’s something sweet there, too. That’s new. “I think,” he murmurs, “that you have more to lose now than you ever did before.”

You try to tell yourself that you don’t want him to keep talking. That you want him to disappear now, and for good. But memories of your old life - your old after life, before he took over - are beginning to press their way forward. They make your stomach churn in a different way than any of his cruelty. 

“There’s also a reason - the same reason, in a way - that you were so easy to win over.” He opens his hand, and lets his cheek rest against his palm. There’s nothing dangerous about the way he’s looking at you now, or at least, nothing outwardly menacing, and you find yourself thinking about the night he approached you. Before anything about him seemed dangerous at all. When his appearance in your life seemed like a glorious stroke of luck.

“It was only easy because I didn’t know anything.” You’re disoriented, looking down at him, and it takes away whatever resolve you had left; your voice comes out quiet and hollow. “I hadn’t been here long. Everything about this place scared me. And I was alone…” You weren’t with anyone that night, but that’s not what you mean. Your chest seems to tighten as you remember those early days. The paranoia that haunted your every step, convincing you that something awful was about to step out of the shadows at any moment. The panic of not knowing how you fit into the world around you, and being sure that you would never truly know. The pure hopelessness of being consigned, for eternity, to the one place where no one in the world has ever wanted to go, and knowing that you could blame no one but yourself.

Alastor raises his head, slowly, and lets his hand drop gently against your thigh. “Well, my dear.” His palm touches first, and his fingers fall lightly, their touch barely perceptible at all until he presses them down in an almost-reassuring squeeze. “You’re not alone anymore, are you?” 

“No." You barely even remembered how it felt, until this moment. To be lost. To have nothing, not even the nightmares of the present, to justify your existence. You didn’t think about it.

You didn’t let yourself think about it. Because thinking about it would mean -

“That’s right. You’ll never be alone again, if you don’t wish to be.”

It’s fake, this comfort. Always has been. But you can’t ignore it, now - the way you want to believe it. If it wasn’t from him, you’d have nothing to comfort you at all. You find your mind wandering to your name in his hand, glowing in his book, and wonder if anyone else will ever think of you enough to write it down.

“As for fear… ” His voice is so soft, now, that you feel the need to quiet your breathing. To inhale slowly, between words, and exhale carefully, lest he pause at a hitch in your breath. “What do you fear most, at this moment?” 

Again, you are silent. This time, it’s not because you don’t have an answer. It’s because the one you have seems far too dangerous to say out loud. 

If you leave, and things are exactly how they were before…or worse…

“Uncertainty is a terrible thing, isn’t it?” He pauses, and glances to the side for a moment before speaking, his gaze snapping back into place so quickly that you barely catch its shift. “I’ll gladly admit to planting the thought in your head. My having done so doesn’t make the idea any less real.”

The tendril binding you to your chair disappears. It takes you a moment to notice the absence of pressure on your abdomen. Even then, you do not move. You keep yourself in place, sitting perfectly straight, because you don’t know what will happen if you don’t. 

You stay exactly where you are, even as he rises to his feet and turns to the side, leaving you a clear path to the door. You watch, motionless, as an arm made of shadow extends along the wall and wraps its long, distorted fingers over the doorknob. 

“Walk away from me now, if you wish. You have my word that your soul will depart along with the rest of you.” The door creaks open, in time with the parting of his teeth, and the appearance of his staff in his hand. Its head pulses with a faint green light. You stare into it, and wonder if it’s your soul that you see flickering in its midst. 

“And if I don’t?” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the gap between the door and its frame narrow slightly. And again, slightly more.

“To be entirely honest… I can’t imagine that I’ll ever feel inclined to give you another chance.” The light on his staff grows larger and brighter, and shifts towards you, as if daring you to pull it out. “On the other hand…” He leans forward, and tilts his head, his spine contorting with the sideways motion until his mouth is directly beside your ear. “If you do leave, that door will close behind you. And it will never open for you again.”

The green light ebbs, just a bit, and you think about the first time you saw it. That night was cold, and damp, the kind of weather that eats away at you slowly, sinking its way under your clothes and skin bit by bit, until you can’t even remember a time when you were warm. The kind of weather that seems to suck the color out from around you, leaving you stranded in a world of gray and black and muddy, desolate brown. The place inside you where you imagine your soul once resided felt heavy, just as waterlogged as every other bit of you. 

And it seemed to lighten the moment you shook his hand. The moment you traded…

It was more than your soul, you think. It was the things you feared. The things you despised in the world, and yourself. They’re all gone, now, because now, there is only one face that makes you feel these things. It’s better like this, you think. 

It’s soon to be out of your hands, either way.

The door eases shut, and you close your eyes, because you do not want to see the green light fade. It’s better not to see. Better to pretend that it was never there at all.

“Well done, my dear.” The filter has dropped from his voice. It was there, distorting his every word, until now. But why say anything about that? You keep your eyes closed, and sit still as he traces the back of his hand down the side of your face. Thinking about flinching away, but doing nothing at all.

“Stay for as long as you’d like.” He sounds different, still. Not sincere, perhaps, but closer to it than he was before. “You’ve gone through quite a lot tonight. I expect it will take you some time to feel like yourself again.” He takes a step back, but remains close, and you don’t have to look to know how intently he’s watching.

There is not much left to watch. You slide your hands down from the armrest, and clasp them together, eyes still shut tight. Head down. If you stayed in this room until you felt like yourself, you think, you’d never leave.

Then again - if you wanted to feel like yourself, you would already have left.

"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

You look to the left side of your bedroom,to see the source of the small chilling breeze that seemed to be passing around your room.

And you finally saw it.it was an open window.

Well,no wonder why it was getting cold.you forgot to close that one open window you thought you closed.an annoyed sigh left your mouth.

Suddenly,another breeze went pass you,causing for you to pull the sheets closer to your already shaking body.

You really need to close that window now.

Standing up,you walk over to the open window,and just before you close it.you paused.why?why are you stopping for a second and not closing the window that keeps making your body so freaking cold?

The reason why was simple.

You were staring up the sky,admiring the bright-colored moon that gives a nice beaming light to your incredibly dark room.a content smile formed on your face,as you closed the window and sighed.

"Had a nice view?"

You froze.

You don't even need to turn around to know whose voice was that you just hear.

Glancing to your side,you saw the woman responsible for your lack of freedom and why you were stuck in this damn room.

You gulped.you clutched at your nightwear,you hear her footsteps come closer and now you don't have a choice but to face her now.sighing,you faced her and you immediately felt a gloved hand gripped your cheeks,squeezing them tightly.

"Hng.!"

"Hmm..." the blonde woman tilted your head up and down,she looked you from head to toe and nodded with a hum. "No scars.good.looks like dion didn't came to visit you,like i expected." The mention of that man's name made you shudder.

And seems like,roxana didn't miss that.with the way she quirks a brow and looking you right in the eyes,makes you realize that she knows that the mention of that man,unsettles you.scared even.

Roxana sighed. "Oh,(y/n)..my poor little butterfly."

The blonde woman now pulls you into an embrace.

"I know you are scared of that..vile man.and i can assure you,he is in my complete control now,dear.nothing to be afraid of.i promise."

You didn't embrace back.you may had feared that man,but there is something else that can cause you even more fear.and it's none other than–

"Don't tell me you still fear me,don't you."

"..."

"Answer me,(y/n)."

You don't want to.the sound of her voice when she utters you're name was enough to say that she's mad at you,and the way her arms tighten around you're body is a bonus.

You're prepared for this.you shut your eyes for a stinging mark to appear on your face or the upcoming sound of your bones breaking,but.....nothing came.

Hesitatingly opening an eye,you saw the calm and gentle face of your captor.her hand placed carefully atop you're head,petting it gently.

"..roxana...why are you–"

"Shh..i get it now,my dear (y/n)."

"What do y–"

"Hush."

She got you back on your large soft bed,her sitting down and your head laying at her lap.a small cherry blush painted your cheeks,but you felt a chill ran down your spine as she traced down her finger to your neck down to your spine.

"I get why you still fear me."

Her finger stop,at a certain spot.it was your arm.bandaged,and still slightly covered in a crimson red color.you felt the eyes of roxana stare deep into your figure,you hear a sad hum left her mouth.

"Even though it pains me to see my butterfly fear me."

Her body beganned to shake.

"It is my mostly my fault."

"..."

You're silent and deep in thought.why is she saying this?she...never seemed to care if she hurt you,so...why bother telling you this?but,why do you feel a pang of guilt in you're chest.

Why are you pitying the likes of her?she was the one who imprisons you.she was the one who had cause your family danger.she was the one who hurts you countless times without batting an eye.SHE was the one who......keeps you safe from the clutches of her family,so there won't be a single hair falling from your head.

The blonde woman can feel your body relaxing,as you now lay your hear comfortably on her lap.she can still feel the guarded feeling from you,but it will slowly vanish later anyway.her blood red eyes stares at your fragile form,a finger of hers traces your bandaged leg making you shiver from her touch.

"I know you fear me,my dearest.but,please.give me a chance to redeem myself."

You look up to see her eyes softening,she kisses your forehead with a gentle smile.her smile widens when she saw your face slightly softens. "I...."

"Yes.i know.you will not forgive me for the crimes i had done,but,please think wisely.do you think anyone else will do this?for the sake of someone's love?"

"....no."

"Exactly.no one,will ever do the same things that i had because they will not love you as much as i do.they will NEVER let you feel safe like i do,and they will always choose their family rather than their own lover." She spats harshly,a cold expression formed on her gorgeous face.your body flinches.

"But..." her soft face returns in a matter of seconds. "I am far different than them.i will never choose anyone else's safety rather than yours.you will always be my number one priorty.no gold or gem is even more worthy than you."

Roxana's face leaned closer to yours,her warm breath tickles your neck as she continues to look at you with a sad but gentle face. "So please...give me a chance for me to love you."

"...."

You hesitantly wrap your hands on her torso.you closed your eyes as you proudly told her, "yes.i will give you this chance once.please don't waste it."

And with that,she embraces you back with a victory smirk on her face,red eyes darken as she giggles. "Of course."

"Why would i waste it?"

go loko

(skate rat) hyakuzawa yuudai x reader | w.c 2.5k

a/n: here is my hell piece for the intoxicated collab <3 yes it is a direct follow up to caged my yuudai drabble (read it first!!!), yes i copied the banner from caged to use on here bc i am lazy and there r no yuudai caps, do not perceive me <3 

special thanku to @theygottheircages​ + @bakatenshii​ for giving this a read <33 besitos

dedicated to my wife @pomsuki <33 happy (belated) birthday pommie <3 let yuudai into your heart ;)

18+ university age | pls read all warnings

warnings: drug use (weed), alcohol use, dub/noncon (reader is thouroughly inebriated), size kink, no condom, uh no real prep (what’s new with me), some toxic behavior, manipulation

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Kinktober Day 15: Come Inflate (Black Coffee)

Day 15: Cumflation Title: Black Coffee Pairing: Sugar Daddy Gang Orca x F!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: Dubcon, cumflation, size difference, breeding, daddy kink, toys, manipulation, coercion, yandere Note: First of all, kink is “come inflate” in title because tumblr is stupid and I wasn’t sure I would show up in tags if I did that. Second of all, this got longer than I intended but I really like how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

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“Hello, and welcome to the cafe, what can I - “

As you turn around, you see one of the top pro heroes, Gang Orca, standing and waiting to be served. You’ve seen pictures and heard stories about him, but you have never seen the man in person and you can’t help but admire him. He is huge, easily towering above your small form, with defined muscles that you can see even through the well tailored suit he wears. His eyes are red and gazing at you as if he expects you to recoil from his appearance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” you smile genuinely, “what can I get for you today?”

He seems slightly surprised by your quick recovery and politeness, and his face relaxes a bit. “Just a simple black coffee for me, thank you.”

You give a nod and turn as you begin to prepare his coffee, humming slightly to yourself as you work.

“I was surprised to find this cafe still open at this hour. Are you the only one working tonight?”

You sigh as you turn to glance back at him. “Yeah, I am. My coworker bailed on me.”

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"counting sheep" Puffball sketch to "Counting sheep" by SAFIA

CWs for blood, murder, dead bodies? manipulation, neon purple, using a guy specifically for committing heinous murders, turning the guys family against him, toxic gay undertones.

Protege Idea that sprang up from that new Ranboo lore:

Tommy developing some manipulative tendencies as well after his time with Dream, seeing that he gained Ranboo's trust, end up manipulating that trust into getting him to side with him. Maybe he could even steal the Memory Book and rewrite some entries in an attempt to make him more loyal to him.

Bonus if it is revealed he is doing this to fill the hole Tubbo left, finding Ranboo to be a replacement :)

Either way, there might be a struggle with Ranboo being tempted to join Tommy while also trying to get Tommy to shake off Dream's own control over him.

I mean we alredy established that Tommy mimicks people he likes/respects (and that’s one of my reasons for him being in the mask in Protégé AU).

So it wouldn’t be too out of character to take on Dream’s manipulation tactics and use them on someone else. Especially because that’s what his best friend Dream did to him - which in Tommy’s mind equates to showing you are a good friend.

Seeing how truly mentally weak was Ranboo in that moment, and knowing that Ranboo, at his own admittance, “has no moral backbone”, manipulating him would be easy and Tommy wouldn’t feel wrong doing it, because that’s his new understanding of how true friendship works.

And Ranboo is friendly to Tommy also, so he would go along with it for Tommy’s sake, even if he knew something was wrong.

Kinda fucked up.

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Another kiss, a river of bile gnawing at his lips.

Yiang Shen already had scars there, originally self-imposed by virtue of joining the Ordu. A symbol of pride and belonging, the evidence of his ascension as one of the venerated demi-gods. He was part of something greater now, Yiang Shen thought at the time, something equally as grandiose as he felt. He wore his scars as the irrefutable evidence of his exalted nature, carrying himself with the justificated hubris of detached divinity. He always knew. Yiang Shen had that nagging intuition since he was a child that he was born in the wrong place. He did not behave according to human expectations; nor expressed himself following some unspoken, convoluted decorum.

He did not react properly. Yes, that was the word.

Properness.

He was found, therefore, improper. Ludicrous. Abnormal. On the worst days, they called out his wrongness: something was amiss with this one, they said. He lost his spirit, perhaps snatched from the womb. A curse, proposed by the tribe’s szu. Maybe his parents committed a crime against the Heavens, punishment burdened by birthing a demon made of clay. Soulless, without substance within. Yiang Shen did not understand then, this inadequacy everyone else seemed to recognize. The discordance between their natures was clear, but his tender brain could not comprehend why. So, he pondered the myths and tales. He listened to the various szu he met, sages bearers of the old wisdom. Yiang Shen came to the same conclusion the adults did. He must not be entirely human; or, conceivably, something above humanity. 

Becoming one of the chosen Astartes came naturally to him. He passed the trials at Quan Zhou with cold determination. The implants, the many surgeries, confronted with an aloofness unbefitting of a mortal. There was pain, of course. Remote vestiges of fear. Yiang Shen, however, recalled, most of all, the eagerness. The changes in his body were fitting. He was blooming into the person he always had been: not human. His wrongness was finally proper, he thought, for he lived among the exalted. 

His sense of belonging was soon challenged. While his brothers chuckled, joked and giggled, even outside the passionate dance of the hunt, Yiang Shen was found distant. Removed from joy, incapable of connecting with his companions. He thought the realm of Heaven would be different from the one sitting on earth, but he discovered that they were complementaries. Reflections of one another. 

Among laughing killers, he alone was the quiet one. 

Improper. Ludicrous. Abnormal.

The corrosive saliva on his skin, deforming the twin viperine cuts, eating at the flesh, deforming their precise beauty, felt — right. Proper. The acrid smell of sinful degradation, the pungent pain of the kiss; the tearing of the symbols of conflicted brotherhood was Iskaronte’s favorite defilement. Yiang Shen always corrected them afterwards, reinforcing his allegiance despite his actions. This exchange they shared held no deeper meaning. They were not in love, they were not friends; they were not even on the same side. Yiang Shen saw it as purely transactional. He did not even want to know what the Night Lord got out of it. Iskaronte’s passionate, suffocated grunts suggested the pleasure was the means, not the end; he was digging for something else. Something Yiang Shen had that he aimed to unearth, somehow, with those gross, big lips of his. 

The thought ended there. If he dwelled any deeper, he would end up killing the man. Now that would be proper, wouldn’t it? 

“You are awfully quiet.” Iskaronte said, the words tethering his incongruous smile. This fiend lacked the basis to articulate any expression without making it outlandish. Yiang Shen noted this beast tendency to speak the obvious. He knew it was to provoke him into a response. Of course he was quiet, he always was. Even during intercourse, his breath barely curved outside its original impassivity. It did not mean Yiang Shen was not feeling anything. His enhanced body naturally gravitated towards unerring stoicism. 

Yiang Shen said nothing. He scrutinized his unlikely partner with golden eyes, drowning in the abyssal black. Yiang Shen found this particular feature fascinating. Those two unfathomable dots in a sea of unhealthy white spoke to him. Barely able to separate sclera from iris from pupil, they conjoined in a perfect depiction of unified calmness. Depths that promised silence, coldness. Unending serenity. Those eyes were closer to his own than those of his brothers. Even though Yiang Shen’s own shone with the bright mysticism of the morning sun, he lacked the warmth. Soulless, lacking substance. A black hole posing for a star. 

Those should have been his eyes.

“Take my example.” Yiang Shen spoke imposingly, his eyes fixating on the nostraman black almost obsessively. “Do what you must do quickly, so we may return to our duties.”

Iskaronte grunted, amused. His voice rumbled and bounced in his belly inconsistently. His breathing was animalistic and cacophonous, like a broken engine. That defect prevented the Night Lord from being in complete silence, even with his lips sealed. Fitting. Only death could keep Iskaronte quiet.

“Go back to killing one another?” Iskaronte murmured. He was bigger than Yiang Shen. A truly hulking monstrosity, brewed and spit from the guts of uncaring Nostramo. Iskaronte made their differences even clearer when he straightened his back, unbent his knees and loomed over him. Yiang Shen did not feel any smaller. Even caged, the prideful son of Chogoris gazed upon nostraman nobility as if he were a lowly curious specimen. Nothing more.

“Not so soon.” Iskaronte spreaded his fingers between Yiang Shen’s legs, getting two in between. “Not so soon.” Like a threat, from the bowels of his stomach. Iskaronte crouched once more, his face getting close to Yiang Shen’s. His nose brushing his cheek, his decrypted smell stinging Yiang Shen’s enhanced senses. If it weren’t for those eyes, Yiang Shen would have found it unbearable. 

Well placed intuition brough Yiang Shen’s hand to cover Iskaronte’s mouth, pushing the Night Lord’s wounded cheek to lay on his shoulder.

“No.” Yiang Shen said, his nose brushing the tender spot between jaw and ear. He trailed upwards, tracing Iskaronte’s temple. “You’ll bite me when I’m dead.”

Aggression contained in fraudulent tenderness, intimacy that had teeth. Iskaronte shuddered. 

He never was the bigger man, nor the most vicious. Yiang Shen just wore ruthlessness with a prettier dressing.

“Not even then.” Yiang Shen added, scarred lips against sickening, pale skin. “You may have whoever comes next, but not me.”

Yiang Shen took over. The Night Lord’s power over him via his physicality was an illusion. He shattered it whenever it pleased him, like all malevolent gods do. Yiang Shen’s satisfaction came from this. He knew. With such a depraved creature there was no reason to hide it: Iskaronte was the enemy. The traitor. The heretic.

It was proper to be cruel. It was proper to be himself.

Inhumane.

Yiang Shen released Iskaronte’s mouth, and the Night Lord kissed his shoulder with controlled exasperation. His hands extended over the bigger man’s nape, fingertips massaging flesh like it was made of clay. Soulless clay, like his own. His fingers wrapped on Iskaronte’s shoulders with mechanical precision, pushing him down, forcing the titan on his knees. Even then, Iskaronte’s face ended up pressed against his stomach. 

Yiang Shen felt the perverted devotion in Iskaronte’s kisses, in his tongue, in the trembling strength of his grip under his ribs. The carnality of the noises were indifferent to him. The stimulation of his flesh less so. The warmth was there, its roots crawling upwards and extending through his body. However, Yiang Shen needed one thing to make it work. His fingers curled in black, greasy hair, yanking his head, reminding the Night Lord to look at him. His eyes were his only beauty. 

They were the reason he was interested at all.

“Look at me.” An order, not a suggestion.

“Romanticism, Yiang Shen?” Iskaronte had latched upon under his navel, persistent in following the hair trail underneath. 

“I do not like you, beast.” Yiang Shen released his hair, and caressed Iskaronte’s forehead with his knuckles. Paternalizing. 

“There is no need.” Iskaronte had pressed his lips against the hardened flesh at his inner thigh. His body was far from virgin; the Great Crusade and its exploits had been Yiang Shen’s first lover. Its embrace had left part of his flesh hardened, blemished and lacking in aesthetical charm. Not like the latter mattered. Iskaronte seemed to ignore any flaw, replacing its original perpetrator with his acrid touch.

 “We could be killing each other tomorrow.” The Night Lord added, intent shining in his sharp teeth, its pointing ends gracing skin like a feather.

Yiang Shen, despite himself, smiled.

He smiled wide enough to push his cheeks upwards and thin his impervious, golden eyes.

“I would like that.”

Every day I find out another person I care about in some way is a terrible person why the hell do I keep getting attached to horrible people—

Warning: descriptions of some of the said horrible people below, read the tw tags if you need them.

One friend suddenly started to be homophobic when they got comfortable enough with me, another started to get super pissed off if I ever had to end a conversation earlier than three hours and would constantly want me to solve all their problems, another I thought was cool until I found out they’d been being racist on twitter and I couldn’t see it cause I don’t have a twitter account, another (an adult) followed me and was friends with me when I was a teenager and literally waited until I was 18 to start hitting on me, multiple people I tried to make friends with in a couple different fandoms I’ve found out were writing and circulating CP or just in general porn addicted, and another started up drama that included using a friend’s trauma they opened up about as reference to write and draw CP and cheating on their spouse, a couple ended up saying transphobic shit around me, I recently found out one was racist enough to be calling for death to people, one of my old middle school friends turned into a complete dick in high school and I found out recently is in jail—

And even outside of people I’ve actually known personally, it seems like every musician, artist, YouTuber, actor etc. are all either dying or rapidly being outed as absolutely horrible of all kinds and it’s just fucking disheartening man.

I’m getting genuinely paranoid of talking to or trusting people at all lately, it’s been insane. I don’t even wanna use instagram anymore and tumblr hasn’t been all that much better tbh. I’m starting to lose all motivation for anything too.

Shit’s just fucked up.

And those who beat the odds will call it fate.

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Trigger warning: Sadness, regret, mourning, death, beaten to death, mentioned past abuse, mentioned neglect, mentioned manipulation

Before we start I wanna say this DOES contain spoilers to TommyInnit’s recht Lore Stream so please be mindful of that!! Also! I would like to give thanks to Miss AnniePants02 for letting me write this au and I really hope she enjoys it! It makes me happy to know I brighten peoples day!

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“*Stop!*”

Those were his last words. The last Words of Tommyinnit. A boy who fought for his country and for those he loved yet never got that love in return from those people. A boy who most people found irritating or annoying, a boy who never let a horrible man keep him down.

A *man* who didn’t deserve to die.

Yet here He sat. He sat on top a hill with the wind blowing so much that he could see the trees moving around him a bit, yet he wasn’t cold. The young man felt so many things that it was far from peaceful.

He wanted to cry yet smile as he stared at the purple flower in his hands.

He wanted to scream yet his lungs felt heavy as he gripped the ground beneath him.

He felt so empty-headed yet his thoughts were crowding to find space in his head.

He felt so tired yet he was wide awake.

He wanted to live yet he couldn’t anymore.

The blonde finally fell backwards and stared at the blue sky that Beamed down on him, he opened up his inventory only to see the same items he spawned with in his hell. Disc, a flower, an axe and a compass. He pulled out the Axe and held it close to himself as if he would be attacked at any moment. He kept the flower space in his inventory. His eyes soon fell shut.

“Tommy....? No no— why are you here?!”

The voice sounded so familiar yet Tommy was sure he had never heard it before, he was sure. He opened his eyes and stared up at the woman above him.

Her skin was pink and so was her hair, her eyes seemed to be pinkish purple though as those same eyes watered and had tears running down her face. A halo sat on her head and her clothes were almost similar to his, not in color or design- just the fabric. She wore a pink hoodie with black jeans underneath matching her black shoes.

She kneeled down and still looked down at him. Tommy felt like he knew her, or at least heard of her.

“You aren’t suppose to be here...not now...not anytime soon...” The woman said as she put a hand to his face. “You’re cold...” She whispered. He didn’t mind what she was doing. He didn’t mind at all, it was the first time in almost years that someone had done this...

“Who are you....?” The blonde finally asked as he looked up at her. She smiled down at him and sighed softly. “I’m called many names...you may call me Annie, or AnniePants02.” The woman, who had been revealed to be named Annie, whispered. “When I said to meet me inside...I knew you would be dead but...seeing you like this...it’s horrifying.”

It all suddenly came back to him. Tommy remembered the voice now and Remembered the words; “meet me inside.” He stared at her with wide eyed as tears started pouring down his face as if he had held everything in. He sat up and turned to face her while on his knees. She had her hand on his shoulder.

“Annie...” Tommy whispered before he was pulled into a hug by her. He quickly hugged back and let himself cry for the first time in months. She pet his head and held him close as if, if she let go- she would lose him.

“It’s okay...it’s okay...you can rest now Tommy...we’ll be okay...I’ll take care of everything okay...? Trust me...”

The tears kept running down his face.

||”What dream did to you...it was horrific...you were abused, neglected and manipulated...you didn’t deserve that...you didn’t deserve to be hunted..you didn’t deserve to be hurt. But you’re safe now...you’ll always be safe here...” She Silently promised.||

“Hey Annie...you can go back to the smp right...?” Tommy questioned and she only nodded. “Good, when you get back down there...Kick Dream’s ass will ya?” He could hear Annie let out a soft laugh as he smiled against her shoulder.

“I will Tommy...He’ll get what he deserves.”

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