#but she demeans me and acts like I’m stupid

[jewishbarbies]

my older sister loves to act like she “made it out” of our toxic family by working hard and doing it all her self like the iNdEpEnDaNt woman she is and she holds it over me like I’m a failure for not doing it like she did, when in reality she married literally the first man to show interest who had mega red flags from the very beginning and now she’s in an abusive relationship in a crappy little house with a husband who doesn’t value her and is obsessed with his mother. I’m working on myself and not jumping into anything without being ready and not abandoning my dreams just because someone showed sexual interest. and somehow I’M the one doing it wrong. 🤡

[yanderemommabean]

Venting post (Homelife and abuse I guess)

Sorry for the low energy beans, my abusive grandmas been screeching her lungs out every night for hours on end and demanding the stupidest things, so I haven’t been getting much sleep.

She literally talked to me like a dog today, telling me “Come on, come here girl, come do this for me, come on”. Talk about dehumanizing.

No matter what I say or do she calls me: Lazy, selfish, slobbish, ugly and stupid, and demands that I stay on “her side” when other people tell her to back off in the family. She’ll tell me I’m a piece of shit lowlife even if I do exactly what she wants, or she’ll degrade me and mock me just because she can, and apparently we can’t do anything about that.

She genuinely needs to either die, or go to a mental institution, because my heart can’t take this stress it’s bad enough, and not being able to sleep because she’s a demanding baby is going to end up killing me.

Even if I try to ignore her, being silent does nothing and she’ll threaten more violence or nonsense, or just scream and scream and scream until you’re forced to answer, then acts like she did nothing wrong to warrant your outburst.

Going to my room does nothing, she’s right by me, her yelling and screaming and demanding cannot be blocked out.

I’m aware that I need to leave, but to do that I have to have a place to go, a car to drive, or a friend I trust and I do not have food let alone money and an income to rely on if I moved out. I don’t own a car, I’m trying to get a job DESPERATELY and my friends don’t have any room for me at their place, and have stated as such.

So I’m more or less stressed to the max and wondering why she can’t just be taken somewhere because I cannot take care of her and she refuses to listen to anyone or let anyone rest. Even if you act soft and sweet and caring she’ll spit at you this nonsense and try in some way to threaten or demean you.

There’s no “talking it out” because she doesn’t CARE. She’s never cared, not once.

I’m exhausted and I’ve been putting up with this nonsense for about four or five days now and if I don’t sleep soon and actually rest idk I might be sent to the hospital.

I hate this woman. She’s making me extremely Ill and distressed and for NOTHING.

This was just me venting, sorry loves, she’s up again and so am I so I’m trying to distract myself <3

I love you beans, stay safe and healthy

-Mommabean

[darkbluekies]

what would ocs do if mc got arrested for speeding after trying to escape

Warnings: threats, handcuffs, chains, humiliation?, manipulation, gaslightning?

Silas:

He’ll have a field day with this one. He won’t even be mad as he walks into the jail, on the contrary — he’ll laugh. With his hands in his pockets, you trapped in front of him and having bailed you out, he can’t do anything but mock you. He’ll get into your cell and run his hand through your hair in a demeaning way. He loves to see you shrink under his touch. 

“My poor little idiot, I think you dropped something when you ran away from me. What, you ask? Your fucking brain. How stupid can one be to get caught by the cops? I’ve bailed you out, now let’s go home, I’ll teach you yet another lesson of what happens when you try to run away from me since the last five didn’t seem to work.”

Dr Kry: 

He’ll be able to convince the police to let him handle you. You’re clearly not well. You don’t need to go to jail, you need to be taken to a medical facility … like his hospital. He loves that you’re trying to tell the police that it’s where you ran away from … it only makes you look more and more insane. As soon as you come back to the hospital, he’ll keep you cuffed to the hospital bed and remove all of his personal stuff from the room.

“Now, now, don’t be sad. I’m not mad, just worried. We both know you weren’t fit to drive a car. You should be happy that you’re under my protection or you’d end up in prison for both speeding and stealing my car. You’re quite the little criminal, aren’t you, my dear? Now I have to keep you chained like this so you won’t repeat it. You could really hurt yourself, you know?”

King Edmund: (there are no cars in his timeline, a horse will do)

When a frantic horse rose through the village, the royal knights captured it quite quickly. When they saw who was on the horse, they nearly fainted. They kept you in a clean room for the king to come get you. He’ll come twenty minutes later in a carriage, holding a chain in his hands. He’s furious, you can tell. 

“What were you thinking stealing my horse and riding away like that?! I had been thinking about taking you for a horse ride in the forest, but now I don’t think that’ll ever happen. It seems like you can’t act right and because of that, I need to chain you. I can’t trust you. Try to move with this heavy chain around your feet and you’ll find that you won’t get so far. How unfortunate … seems like you’ll be spending summer indoors. Come now, my darling. Let’s see you walk with those chains out to the carriage.”

Jerry: 

She’ll be laughing as she bails you out. She’ll laugh all the way back to your home and somehow, it frightens you. She never laughs when you run away … so what’s different this time? It tells you that whatever you’ve done, it’s worse than all the other times you’ve escaped her clutches. As soon as you’re behind closed doors, she collects herself and grabs a fistful of your hair. 

“You’re in such big trouble, baby. I’m honestly impressed that you managed to sneak out and steal my car keys without me noticing, but don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m going to put up cameras and I’ll be able to watch your cute ass as often as I’d like. Hah, try to beat that, you little shit.”

Hedwig:

You’ll be bailed out in no time and have Hedwig’s arms around your waist like a suffocating corset. She’ll shower your face in kisses before pulling you out to a car — not the one you’ve gotten caught in. Her chauffeur will drive the two of you back to her mansion in silence. Hedwig will lead you up to her room and sit you down on the bed. Before you have the time to think, she has placed something around your ankle. 

“What? Oh, that’s a tracker. Honey, please listen, please. I can’t have you running around like that. We’re meant to be together, I know it. I’m just protective over you. What if you would have gotten in a car accident? You could have- … you could have died. So this is just for safety measures. I’ve told all the staff to report to me if you leave my room and they’ll do their best to keep you at home. I honestly don’t know what I would do if the police wouldn’t have caught you. Seems like there’s a benefit of your reckless driving after all …”

[mysticallystilinski]

vampire | v. stiles x fem!reader | angst/hurt

summary: void stiles may be bad, but not in your eyes. you soon realize that everyone else’s view of him was true.

warnings: angst, swearing, manipulation, abuse and mention of murder

♫ ( vampire - olivia rodrigo )

a/n: { this is based of olivia rodrigos new song vampire! it’s so good and void just fits the part of it. i am also in no way romanticizing abuse or murder in this imagine. }

cause i’ve made some real big mistakes

“void.. hear me out, i promise i didn’t mean it.” you say in a seemingly calm tone. your mind was the exact opposite of your words. you did mean it. you meant every part of it. it was never supposed to come out, void should have never known you’ve loved him.

“just shut up y/n, i know you weren’t lying.” he spits out. “you need to really use better choice of words, cause jesus you’re not in love with me.” void sat while you were up looking down at him with tears in your eyes.

but you make the worst one look fine

“it’s not my fault she got in the way.” he laughs. “VOID YOU KILLED ALLISON.” you yell. under your breath “you killed my bestfriend.” void gives you a demeaning look. you have to think, why does everything he do have to be perfect in his eyes.

“it’s seriously not that big of a deal y/n.” he gets off his seat and heads to the door. you grab voids arm and say “seriously?”. “you act like what you did was nothing.” you spit out. your body fills with rage as your mind keeps repeating the moment you found out what he did.

out of the corner of your eye, you see him produce a slight smirk.

i should’ve known it was strange, you only come out at night

“void, why do you only come out at night.” you snickered. there was a long pause on the phone call suddenly left with a groan. “why do you always ask so many questions.” he says back.

“it’s not my fault i want to actually see my boyfriend.” you said with a chuckle. the line goes dead silent once again. something was off with void today but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact problem.

“maybe you can come over in a few.” you suggest. “i think it’s better if i come over later.” he retorts. does he really think i’m that stupid.

i used to think i was smart, but you make me look so naive

“y/n, when will we ever get to meet this boyfriend of yours”, lydia asks questioningly . the whole pack turns their head to look at you, except for of course stiles.

“he’s always really busy, you know.” kira gives you a questioning look. “he always seems to be busy, doesn’t he?” scott remarks. scott and lydia seemed to be the ones most interested in what is up with your boyfriend.

“guys i know you think he’s up to no good, but believe me; he is just really busy.” you cough out. you try to convince yourself of the words you’re saying, but each day it’s harder to lie to yourself. maybe he just is really busy

the way you sold me for parts, as you sunk your teeth into me

you cry out in pain as void sinks his teeth into you. it wasn’t as bad as last time, but you have to suck it up for him. this is the only way he could get his power to be with you. his teeth seeping into your flesh made him feel better.

soon after void is finished with you he lets go, “you did so good y/n.” you wince out in pain as he runs his finger over the newly bitten mark in your flesh. you flinch when he puts his mouth down to kiss it. he slowly backs away from your skin and gives you a less than compassionate smile.

“it will be over soon little dove, just a little more.” he grasps at your hand to hold it. “you’re doing so good already, why stop now”, he chuckled. you gasp in pain as he sinks his teeth into you.

only a few more minutes

bloodsucker, famefucker

the marks were soon gone as void gave you some of his power to regenerate your skin. it still hurt but he seemed to be more compassionate this time around. it was hard to be around void in this time of night, he liked to get dark and you didn’t understand how concerning it was.

he liked to be rough with you, in many aspects. but if it was enough to stay with void, you would do anything to make it happen. he was like a bloodsucker, but you never realized it. he would suck out all of energy from you, and never replenish it. he is a vampire in that aspect.

bleeding me dry like a god damn vampire

“y/n, Y/N, are you okay??” scott yells. you aren’t able to hear him well as your hearing is fading in and out. you feel yourself being rolled somewhere. “scott, where am i?” you muster up the strength to say.

it was hazy all around you. you couldn’t seem to pinpoint where you were. you heard ringing in both ears and you felt hard lights upon you. “where, where is he?”, you manage to say. “don’t worry, stiles is on his way.” you feel yourself go down the long hallway faster and faster. “no- no, not stiles.” you begin to feel your surroundings.

it seems to be that you’re at a hospital. your only thought is to where void is. is he okay? “where is void.” the spinning stops, and you are faced with scott to the side of you.

“what are you talking about?”

[idontplaytrack]

“All Mine.”

Janis ‘Imi’ike x overweight fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, mentions of violence, eating disorders, bit of angry & protective Janis, smut ending

Part 2 of “Don’t Say Forever”, Janis returns to school the next day and goes up against the apex predator. The one who started it all, the one who made school like hell for reader. But all’s well that ends well.

The next day, you stayed home from school, heeding her advice You were simply so done that you didn’t even think of going to school. So when she told you to stay home, you almost immediately agreed. At least you’d have a day of peace instead of having to face those feelings and people. And so, she gets picked up by Damian and they drove to school together.

“Did either of you get any sleep last night?”

“Oh, she slept good.” Janis says with a soft sigh, “I didn’t really sleep.”

“Girl, why the hell not?”

“Because I was up thinking about what to do about the whole bullying/name-calling situation since the school refused to do anything and is still allowing it all to happen right under their noses.”

“Mrs. Norbury did after you both left— Regina was speechless. Everybody was. It was quiet for the first time since everything started. Like— I’ve been telling people to shut the fuck up, you have too, but they never really lasted. But yesterday? That was something else.”

“Regina wouldn’t just stop like that. You don’t know her like I did.” Janis scoffs, “The only way we can win, is by overtaking her on the ‘food chain’.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“We poach her girls.” Janis answered confidently, “y/n told me that Gretchen talked to her yesterday. Saying that Regina calls her what, ‘little miss overthinker’ while talking shit about her— she knows. She’s not that stupid. She’s not that bad. We can convince her to come onto our side instead.”

Damian nodded, “Okay, good. Let’s…do that. And I feel like Aaron can be on our team too, honestly. I’ve seen him check on her and just…glare at some of those miserable minions.”

“Great, more people on our side the better. I still need to talk to that bitch directly though. I tried to once and remember? She screamed bloody murder and tried to get me into trouble.”

“Oh, honey that was a fucking mess.”

“Like— okay, after all of that, I get why y/n’s keeping quiet about this with me. It’s a difficult thing to be going through and sharing but I would rather she talk to me so she can get it off of her mind than have it constantly weighing down on her, you know? I tell her that all the time and she says okay but it never really works.”

“Be patient with her. I know you are doing that but please continue to be.” Damian says.

Janis only nodded then looked out the window.

“Is anyone at home with her?”

“Her Mom is, for the morning. We talked late last night— I finally told her who started the whole bullying thing. But that y/n’s alright at the moment…I’m hoping. She knew that y/n was getting bullied because y/n told her. Not in detail, though. But that’s changed now.”

“Right, it’s good that her Mom’s aware so she can help instead of being upset that y/n’s acting all ‘distant’ or upset. It’s so good that she understands.”

“She told the school first. They claimed there was nothing going on.” Janis recalls, “Then we told them— one ‘investigation’ later? Nothing and yet here we are.”

“Mrs. Norbury risked her job to talk to the school during assembly. That’s ridiculous— she’s doing the right thing.”

“The school’s fucked up. What’s it gotta take for them to finally listen? Lost lives?”

The remainder of the drive was silent, with Damian’s playlist being the only thing heard for the next ten minutes. Damian parks his car then they both walk into school together. The very first person Janis sees…is none other than Regina George. Just the person she needed to see.

“What, freak?” The blonde snarked.

“You are so pathetic to have to find meaning in your life by demeaning other people.” Janis began, “We’re one foot out of high school and you’re still acting like you’re better than others? Shit, the real world sucks and you’d better pray your eyes open up soon enough for you to see it. You wouldn’t last a day in the shoes of anyone else.”

“In the real world, not everyone’s gonna like you.” She said back cockily.

“Yeah? Sure. Not everyone’s going to be bullying someone just ’cause they have nothing else to say so they pick on their weight, and every little thing. No sane person pays that much attention to someone they claim to hate!”

Janis immediately went on her to homeroom with Damian after that, not wanting to let Regina have a chance to respond. When she approached the room, Ms. Norbury was waiting outside. She then stopped her from entering so they could talk. Damian went right in and greeted Mr. Duvall as he walked to his desk.

“I talked to the students yesterday. A lot of them spoke up against Regina, some stayed quiet but they chattering stopped after that. If you or Damian, or y/n hear anything about anything or anyone. I will not hesitate to report them. Every single one of them. If I have to type or write their names until my hands fall off, I will if that’s what it takes to make the school safer.”

“Thank you.” Janis says. Today’s been the most peaceful day in months— no murmuring, pointing of fingers and snickering. But yet, Janis was still furious. “I take it she won’t be coming into school today. Tell her to take all the time off she needs— I’ll have her teachers send her homework home with you.”

“Regina started it. Right in front of our faces.” Janis tells her, “On y/n’s very first day back after her time off last year due to her eating disorder. So, Mrs. Norbury, I am very angry. I am very protective of the girl I love. She has been through enough.”

“Janis, I understand your frustration and it’s absolutely justified. Please don’t engage with Regina anymore. We’ve called for her Mom to come down so we can talk.”

“What’s talking gonna do?”

“We’ll suspend her. She could even be facing expulsion.”

“I talked to her earlier. I didn’t threaten her, I did not hit her. That’s it, i just talked. I had to say something.”

“Okay.” Mrs. Norbury acknowledges.

“Okay.” Janis nodded curtly then walked into class and say down beside Damian.

While Janis and Damian’s days have started, you’d barely just woken up from your sleep. You washed up and trudged downstairs to see that your Mom had made you breakfast. “Morning, Mom.”

“Morning, darling.” Your Mom smooches you on the cheek. You sat down, grabbing your cutlery and digging into the food.

“Janis must’ve talked to you, hasn’t she?” you asked knowingly. Why else would she still be at home on a Wednesday morning? She worked 9 to 5.

“I asked her about it. She didn’t tell me everything because that’s up to you— she said. She did however tell me who started the bullying.”

“Oh.” That’s all you said, not knowing what else you could reply with. “Thanks for breakfast. I’m sorry I’ve been in a bad mood lately, it’s just been really draining to have to go to school and deal with Regina and everyone else.”

“I’m relieved you’re here with me. And that you guys are letting me understand the situation. Don’t worry about it.” She assured. “I get that things like that are really hard to share, but whenever you’re ready, you can talk to me about it. Even if you just want me to listen, alright?”

————

After breakfast, you curled up on the couch to watch some TV. Janis gave you a call around noon, right before her lunch break. “Hey.” You answered the call.

“Hi, love. Whatcha doing?”

“I’m lying on the couch watching The Big Bang Theory reruns.”

“Did you have breakfast yet?” Janis asked.

“Yes.” You assured, “My Mom ate together with me.”

“I’ll be right there after school.” She says with a smile, “Okay?”

“Okay.” You chuckle, “How’s school?”

“Actually good. Regina has been suspended and we now have Aaron and Gretchen in our little friend group. They were the first one to speak up against Regina when Mrs. Norbury talked to all of them during assembly.”

You scoff, “Wow. Okay, um— that— that’s good, I guess.”

“I’ll see you soon, okay? Bye-bye.” Janis says, “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” You replied and she hung up.

You didn’t have anything to do so you eventually dozed off on the couch for the next few hours. The break was much needed after all. You were a little shocked by how long you fell asleep for, because when you woke up, Janis was already in your house. “Oh, shit.” You gasped, clutching your chest, “You’re here.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” She grins, “I brought you some— oh, no, baby. What happened to your hand?”

“She dropped a mug while making tea for herself, tried to clean it up but the shards ended up cutting her palm.” Your Mom walked in from the backyard, “Hi, Janis.”

“Hi.” Janis gave her a little bit of a smile. “You’re so clumsy.”

“I know.” You laughed, sitting up properly. Janis sat down beside you and turned the TV back on, handing you the bag of cookies. You took it and got one out of the bag to eat. Naturally she pulls you closer and you just laid your head on her shoulder while the both of you watched TV. She had an arm snaked around your waist as she turned to press a kiss to your head. You smiled, which she saw.

“I saw that.” She teased, giving you another kiss just for the heck of it. She ends up peppering your whole face with kisses which made you laugh. Probably the first genuine one in weeks and weeks. Now face to face with her after she’d stopped kissing you, you see her eyeing your partially eaten cookie. Then, she just ate it right out of your hand. This silly little action made you laugh a lot harder than you probably should have. “I love you so fucking much.” She says while chewing the cookie in her mouth.

“I love you more.” You say back, smile still plastered on your face as the two of you leaned closer foreheads resting against each other’s.

Janis mirrors your smile, hand rubbing your back soothingly.

“Where’s my homework?” You broke the silence. She nearly cackled, “In my bag. Chill, baby. Let’s just relax for a little bit. You’re not behind on your assignments.”

Later on, your Mom headed out to get groceries for dinner tonight, leaving you and Janis home alone for a while. “Hey.” You say. “Yeah?” She asks, putting her phone away.

“You look good in my clothes.” You replied, fingers tracing random shapes on her chest as you watched her eyes.

Janis bites back a grin, cheeks flushed just a tiny bit. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing, babe?” She composed herself quickly. Given your current position where you were laid down on her stomach first. You very easily straddled her, legs bracketing her on either side. Your face inches away from hers, she keeps a firm hand on your back so you wouldn’t fall. You studied her face and eyes for an answer, she does so by putting her lips against yours and her free hand under your chin.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why—”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” You said, “Just suddenly felt in the mood.”

“Maybe we should move this upstairs.” She suggests. You nodded eagerly, climbed off her and ran up the stairs while holding onto Janis’ wrist.

“Made a little pit stop at my place after school.” Janis revealed, “I brought some toys over.”

You locked the door and shut your curtains. As you sat down, emptied her bag. It was the same bag she used for school but was now only containing the sex toys. “Three options. Take your pick and I’m gonna take my time with you.” Janis looked at you while you pondered over the choices, “I can use all three of them on you, too if that’s what you want.”

You were just suddenly…horny and she was more than happy to help you. Not that she doesn’t, but this was just a little different because she usually initiated it. And this time, her eyes…they tell you that she was patient. Not so much in a rush to touch you all over the place. She wanted to know what you wanted, then she’d do it. Usually, things heated pretty quickly, but this was going to be something else. Janis had caught you at the very beginning of your getting in the mood to be intimate.

You picked the strap and a vibrating wand. She left the insertable vibe alone, got ahold of the wand and told you to lie down. You did, and then she carefully slid off your pyjama pants and underwear. “Legs open, baby.”

You automatically did as she told you to, looking up at the ceiling in the midst. Hearing the vibrator get switched on, it gets held against your clit in the next few seconds. You kept your eyes closed in order to feel it more intensely and have that be your main focus. The buzzing sensation was then mixed in with pleasure as it started to course through you gradually. You knew Janis was watching you grow wetter, she will always do that. But now her attention was being a great help in having your arousal grow. “Does it feel good, my love?” Janis chuckled over her words, moving herself down she could start kissing you at the same time. You whined as a reply, instantly giving her all she needed to know. She keeps the wand at the same speed but pressed it harder against your clit every now and then to make you squirm.

“Do you want me to use my hands?” Janis asks, while breaking away from a rather long kiss. You hummed and nodded your head in approval, kissing her again immediately. The kiss keeps deepening, the vibrator gets put down on the bed, getting replaced by her fingers— pumping in and out of you at just the pace you needed.

Janis broke away after awhile and chose to sit down between your legs, fingers still hard at work. Well, she was actually being so very gentle with you. It kind of made you a little crazier than her more common approach. You sounded like a needy little girl under her touch, yearning for more of her despite what she was already doing. This felt more sensual than sinful, if it had to be described.

“Are you sure you want to try the strap, my love?” She asks softly, fingers starting to go deeper with each thrust. “Mm— mhm.” You managed to tell her. “Okay.” She said back, one hand starts to massage your breast. You let out a low moan that you quickly tried to stop by chewing on your lower lip.

She was probably going so slowly because she had guess that you’d be afraid you Mom would be able to hear you two if she were to get home before you finished. But it was exactly what you wanted anyway— you swear, it was like this girl could read your mind or something. When your noises became more frequent, she slowly pulled her fingers out and gave you the wand to hold against your clit. “I’m just gonna put on the strap. I’m not going anywhere— you can see me.” She promised. You nod your head, watching her with semi-closed eyes. The constant, steady pleasure was so satisfying, and absolutely relaxing for you.

Now with the harness securely on, she took the wand away and her fingers returned, so did her kisses. So tender, but purposeful. You were a whiny mess, she was being so soft with you, it riled you up even more to be seeing this side of her.

“You’re all mine, princess.” Janis chuckles into the kiss, “All mine…I’m so lucky.”

Fuck. You whimpered into the kiss and your tongue slowly slid into her mouth, she reciprocates, kissing you back with the same fervour.

“Are gonna keep making those cute little noises for me?”

As if you could answer that. Janis smirked, continuing to kiss you a little while longer before you feel her moving the tip of the silicone shaft along your folds. You licked your lips, pursing them together while watching her in anticipation. You sent a nod of approval her way, not knowing what to expect having never tried it before. You feel everything, the stretching as it enters you, how bizarre it seemed to be, and how uncomfortable it was. Janis saw your face contorting and just stopped moving. You yelped. “It hurts.” You told her honestly. “Okay.” She backs away and the toy leaves you. “Do you wanna stop?” She asks, worriedly.

“No.” You decided, taking in a deep breath.

“Alright.” She agrees, “Let’s try a different position, okay? After I get the lube.”

“Okay” You muttered. The pain didn’t make you lose interest in finishing, you still felt aroused, just maybe ready to never use the strap again after today if it was still uncomfortable. Not everything’s going to work for everyone, after all. There was a lot she could do to achieve the same results. Janis very quickly returns and squeezed some lube onto the silicone, then onto you. You feel it drip onto your cunt then you feel Janis spreading it with her fingers, which dipped inside you just fleetingly. She feels you tighten a bit around her fingers, you see her brows raised for a moment before she flashes you a smile. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t like it.” She caresses your thigh. You nod, “I know. I just wanna try it and see if I do.” “Okay, babe- let’s try it again alright?” She said back, “On your hands and knees, y/n.”

You get into position and she lines up the strap with your entrance using her hand. You feel the tip again, then a similar stretch, less painful but more so uncomfortable. “Can I keep going?” She asks, words laced with worry.

“Yeah, do it.” You replied, she grabs your hips while pushing forward. You moaned lowly, mouth hanging open while you tried to get used to this entirely foreign sensation. “Ooh, such a good girl, baby. You’re taking me so well.” She laughs huskily while rubbing your ass, it sends a chill down your back. Janis stays still to let you adapt to it, you start to realise the tip of it has been pushing against your sensitive spot deep inside, causing the pleasure to course through your body without you even explicitly realising it. She started bucking her hips leisurely to keep things at the same intensity as it has been. You’ve been very quiet though and Janis was starting to want to hear more from you.

Every time Janis bucked her hips, you feel yourself getting closer to your high, and your ability to stay quiet die down bit by bit. More and more noises started to fall from your move with each of her thrusts, as a result of the increasing pleasure.

You weren’t sure about how much time had passed since your Mom left the house. Maybe it’s been forty five minutes, or an hour. Either way, your anxiety of getting caught in this situation was in the way of your making noise for Janis. She deliberately pushed into you harder to force the noises out of you, not giving you the time to worry. What’d you do? You grabbed another pillow and hoped it would do the job of stifling the noise that were just about to spill from your mouth.

“Take it, take it.” Janis panted, thrusting into your cunt harshly, but her pace was still pretty relaxed. “Take it, baby. I’m not done with you yet, are you close?”

You groaned into the pillow, giving her a muffled ‘maybe’. She pulls out the most she could after hearing what you said, then no longer pushing into fully to deprive you from what you needed for a short time so she could build up your desire. You knew what she was doing, and why, but of course, with your orgasm approaching you weren’t happy about the idea of edging because you needed hell of a lot more than what she’d been giving you, to come already.

“I need to come.” You told her pathetically, your cheek pressed against the pillow. You feel feeling yourself aching and clenching around nearly nothing— those weren’t nice feelings to be experiencing.

“Say please?” Janis cooed, “Be a good girl and say please, then I’ll let you.” She was still thrusting inside you, but not even halfway through.

You cried a little bit as much as her pet name for you made you blush. You were feeling so damn desperate and wound up that you only had the goal of a release in your mind. The pleasure was immense, but the ache was what made you frustrated. She knew you were like that— she knew what made you squirm, what made you whine and whimper and moan and she was doing all she can to let the frustration build and build to the point where you had no choice but to beg.

It was beginning to feel infuriating. You mumbled something but you yourself weren’t even sure what it was.

“Speak up, love. I can’t hear you.”

That really ticked you off even though it was the truth— she couldn’t hear you.

“Make me come.” You huffed, giving into her request because it seemed to be the only way. Even though technically, no because she knew you were so close without a doubt. Janis was simply being a fucking tease. “Please.” Immediately, she slams into you, making direct contact with your g-spot easily. You cursed and swore, trying not to fall flat onto your stomach at her sudden movement while an incessant string of noises spewed from your mouth like no one’s business. Janis had a smug smile on her face, you saw it through the peripheral vision. And it clearly did something for you because you very quickly unraveled. Way harder than you’d expected to. Way harder than you did yesterday, shocking both yourself and Janis.

“Holy shit!” She shouts in a whisper, “That is so gorgeous. Damn.” You gave her a shaky whine as she continues to pull you in and push you away, stimulating you to the point where you saw stars. You were still coming— you could feel the damn slick dripping down your thighs. Bordering on overstimulation, the ache in your cunt became more evident, the tears pricking your eyes? A couple of them fell against your will.

Hearing how fucked out you were, Janis pulled out completely after a few minutes and letnyou catch your breath. Ditching the harness, you were then met with the warmth of her tongue. Slow and soft teasing flicks going over each and every part of your overheated pussy. She was absolutely just savouring you like you were a goddamn full-course meal. Now this, was your last straw, the most intense and intimate thing — in your opinion that she’s done since the start of this ‘session’. It did not take you even half as long to come a second time, it took Janis by surprise, but she happily continued and even cleaned you off the same way— being extra, extra gentle of course.

“How was that?” She asks while lying on you, on her stomach as she grins. You bounced your leg, giving her a tiny taste of what you felt. “You’re amazing.” You stated, hand combing through her hair.

“So are you, baby.” She presses a kiss to your lips, you inevitably tasted yourself on them. Though for some reason it startled you and it made her laugh. “Aww.” She teases, brushing the slightly sweaty hair out of your face, “Maybe I should get you used to tasting yourself, what do you think?”

“I’m thinking maybe I should return the favour.” A smirk started to form on your face, “I know you talked to Regina, so don’t even try to deny it. Thank you.”

“Ohh.” Janis looked at you with slightly wide eyes, “I’m not gonna say no to that, baby. Like I said, I’d kill for you. Talking to her is no big deal.”

“Please don’t do that. That’s not good.” One could argue she was joking, but was she capable of something like that? Absolutely. Were you worried? A little. Would she do it? You hoped not.

“I promise.” Janis chuckles into the kiss. “I love you too much to get myself into shit like that.”

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💭A/N: I honestly only started this draft bc I was bored so it is honestly not up to my usual standard at all but hey, enjoy😙

[blackcat419]

Harwin also had 3 bastards with Rhaenyra and everyone knew about it, he didn’t seem to care about inheriting Harrenhal, marrying and having trueborn children, yet Lyonel still didn’t name Larys heir over him.

And if Alys is his bastard daughter, he took his trueborn sons to Kingslanding with him but left her to a life of servitude at Harrenhal where she served the Strongs as a wet nurse for years and years. Yet he turned a blind eye to Harwin committing the ultimate act of treason by having bastard after bastard with the very married Princess Rhaenyra until Harwin showed his stupid ass and assaulted Criston.

No wonder Larys and Alys didn’t give half a fuck about their family. Harwin was a massive fuck up and still the apple of his father’s eye.

Totally agree! I think Llyonel is just not a good guy. He’s very similar to Viserys with enabling his oldest child’s actions and only stepping in when they’ve gone too far.

Larys and Alys probably felt a lot of empathy for Alicent’s kids because they lived a very similar situation. Seeing this parallel it makes total sense to me that Larys and Alys would hate their father and Harwin.

I really hope we explore this with Alys and Aemond. They can bond over both having fathers who favored their eldest kid no matter what they did and how that put them in danger.

Personally I am really fascinated by Larys. His actor Matthew Needham is weirdly attractive to me and there’s so much unknown going on. The foot scene really soured him for me but as time goes on I’m more angry at the writers than the character for it. Like really? This is what Larys is doing? Come on. The show could have done so much exploring how a physical disability can alienate someone from their family and what may seem like protection from the family can easily be seen as degrading and demeaning. Larys getting to take his pent up hatred for his father and brother out on them then feeling so emboldened as to offer to off his nephews is fascinating for a character. He’s at the top of his game, he’s over come who he sees as holding him back and treating him as a fragile object. But instead of leaning into how Larys might exert his new power to feel strong and get back at people who have wronged him, he instead abuses Alicent, the only person we’ve seen him be nice to. Why?

There is so much good food that can be chewed on to make the next seasons feel like the much needed pay off we need but instead we get such lack luster characters who don’t tread new ground or make the show more confusing to analyze.

[evansbby]

You saying that you don't like being on top gave me an idea... imagine Ari manhandling reader to sit on top of him and patting her butt and telling her to ride daddy because she was being bratty and acting like such a big girl. Ari would be soooo smug with his hands behind his neck, leaning against the back of the bed, and just watching as reader would struggle to bounce up and down on his cock. Like she'd be all whiny with tears in her eyes telling aris she's sorry abd needs her daddy etc. Her hands would be on Aris hairy ass chest and she'd be looking all so tiny above him. I can imagine Ari saying "cmon baby, thouught u said u were a big girl and didn't need daddy? Tsk, stupid girl can't even do anything by herself". Basically he'd be so demeaning but at the same time so condescendingly soft 😭 imagine him just picking her up and placing her on his abs and forcing her to rub herself on it. She'd be soooo squirmy and her hips would be shaking sooo much. Plus points if Ari occasionally slaps her baby pussy. In the end he ofc slams her on the bed and fucks her.

I have a fic like this! It’s called pouty princess and it’s literally almost exactly this!

And I also have a drabble where Ari makes reader ride his abs 😭😭 like just grind her pussy against his hairy abs bc he thinks she can’t take his big huge daddy dick 😭😭 I don’t remember the name of this drabble but I’m sure you can find it under my Ari master list!

[the-friendliest-freak]

Sorta delve into some personal topics here, CW for Ableism

Hot Take, which sorta turned into a ramble:

Wheatley’s takeover and outburst at GLaDOS as well as Chell should be regarded with a similar amount of compassion as GLaDOS’ mass-murdering of all the Aperture Science employees.

Now, I know they aren’t the same. The creation of GLaDOS through the mind-scan of Caroline is commonly - and likely intended to be - read as a woman having her body used against her, turning her into something that she cannot escape from. The metaphor for assault is a well-tread road that others have approached with more eloquence and time than I can manage currently. The consequent vengeance against those who did this to her is, in a sense, a revenge fantasy for those who have suffered similar crimes. This is, by and large, the feminist reading of Portal. Being AFAB, I get it.

But I find myself far much more aligned with Wheatley’s struggle than her’s, due to having ASD which tends to make me appear as “stupid” to the grand majority of people (am I stupid? Jury’s still out /j). However, I see people regarding Wheatley’s outburst as more immature, than the nobility in which GLaDOS’ is associated.

To get it out of the way: the developers have confirmed that the chassis does have personality-altering capabilities. Wheatley is not acting of his own volition. He’s also been confirmed to have had good intentions from the start. The chassis made him lash out.

Anyway, Wheatley is aware of what he is. That’s why he doesn’t want to hear listen when GLaDOS recalls it. He’s aware that he isn’t the brightest.

Except that he is genuinely smart.

The hacking that he does at the beginning? That is literally how robots hack. I’m serious. The only difference is that Wheatley is slower.

And that’s the key thing here. Wheatley can do all the things that every other robot can. He just struggles with it. Either because he simply needs more time, or he’s been told he can’t do those things (removing himself from the rail and enabling the flashlight).

And I don’t know about you, but that sounds especially familiar to me.

So, after god-knows how many years of being treated as lesser, being called a moron, constantly demeaned - and then you’ve done it, you’re in power, and you’re so proud of yourself “I did this! Tiny little Wheatley did this!”.

The chassis tells you that the human you escaped with isn’t trustworthy - and you can’t exactly argue against that. Chell doesn’t look for Wheatley after he’s broken by GLaDOS, he finds her. She also didn’t catch him, with him assuring her that he could die.

And then, while you’re rethinking everything, suddenly with way more knowledge than you expected, right after a painful transformation…the truth of what you are is drilled into you.

And then, it gets worse.

“You were my tumour.”

“You’re not just a regular moron, you’re designed to be a moron.”

I’ve read things online, people saying that somebody having ASD is a fate worse than death. That I’m a disease. Past couple of years I’ve been constantly demeaned and talked to like a god damn toddler.

So? I’m glad Wheatley did what he did. I wish I could do that. When he screams “I AM NOT. A. MORON!” I felt it, man, I really did.

I’m not the brightest, I know I’m not, but I’m not stupid. I’m not a moron. And neither is he.

He deserves compassion.

[project1939]

Day 21- Film: Outlaw Women 

Release date: April 4th 

Studio: Lippert Pictures 

Genre: Western 

Director: Sam Newfield, Ron Ormond 

Producer: June Carr, Ron Ormand 

Actors: Marie Windsor, Richard Rober, Carla Balenda 

Plot Summary: A woman in the Old West known as Iron Mae is sick and tired of never getting anywhere in life. She founds her own town run entirely by women, populated 9:1 by women. Success is more important to Mae than men or rules. Inevitably, they face threats from all sides- from roving bandits to local politicians. Can the town actually survive? 

My Rating (out of five stars): **½ for the actual quality of the film, ****½ for my enjoyment of it 

I had to do a little digging before I found this film, but I’m so glad I did! Yesterday’s movie was so bad it was just... bad, but this one is so bad it’s fabulous! (Except for the stupid ending, unsurprisingly.)  

The Good: 

It was a low-budget film, but it often didn’t look it. It was shot in color, and although it wasn't Technicolor, it wasn't bad. The acting could be quite good (although there was some cringey stuff), and it even had some decent musical numbers in it. 

Iron Mae! I loved her. She was a tough talkin’ tough livin’ dame who ran the whole town. She still dressed in glamourous traditionally feminine clothes, even if other female residents did not. Yes, she was a little harsh- I think that, and her distrust of men, was supposed to make us dislike her... but it didn’t work for me! 

Dora! Dora! My new love, Dora! She was one of the women who dressed like a cowboy, but she also smoked cigarillos, lit matches with her teeth, and kicked the shit out of more than one man. She even threw one over her shoulder to take his gun away. At the end, she remained unpaired with a man. I know she’s just a character, and she existed 71 years ago, but I’m not totally convinced she isn’t waiting in some saloon to marry me. 

The female empowerment in the whole thing. You could tell the filmmakers were trying to subtly say throughout the film that something wasn’t right about it, but I didn’t care. 

Did I tell you about Dora? 

The Bad: 

The ending! I knew it was probably coming, because a movie in the 50s could not allow for a woman-run town to be successful. It was especially infuriating because the government came in and demanded there be local elections, which meant women could neither vote nor hold office. They were cruelly screwed by the system they were trying to escape from. Virtually every woman was shown pairing off with a man at the end, as well. 

The kind of demeaning “Men will rightly be in charge of everything, but wives and mothers sort of run the show” wink-wink at the end. Have a little consolation prize, ladies. 

There were some comical sound effects in the fight scenes. The slaps and punches were way too loud. 

The background music was often overpowering and not always appropriate. 

[ginger-snaps014]

THIS!!!

The amount of times I’ve had to says to my friend that grew up in religious purity culture BS the following (usually in this order):

(1) to stop comparing yourself to me. I am grey and find very few people attractive (2-4 people on average per year, including celebrities, influencers, people in my life, strangers on the street, a-holes who are undateable, people who are already in a relationship, people who live far away, models, people I will never meet in real life and have no chance with, etc.). The idea of sleeping with someone I am not attracted to literally makes me nauseous. You seen the face when I have to try and picture that. I have slept with fewer people, not because I’m pure - but because people tend to be repulsive to me. The is NO temptation the majority of the time. My body says no for me. Not my goodness; therefore my number doesn’t make me good or better. Just working with different circumstances.

(2) Being sexual and having sex is not bad or immoral. It’s a natural biological response. So long as you do so safely with a partner who is not detrimental to your mental health, you should not care about numbers. You are human. You have needs. You should not be punishing yourself for that. Do not punish your humanity;

(3) Anytime your mom sends you purity culture crap remember: (i) you are a human with intrinsic value, (ii) you are not not a car, lawn, flower or other object that loses value with time or use. Treating women like objects is misogynistic; (iii) human value does not change; (iv) every one of those purity metaphors never puts any responsibility on the man (friend is straight). He is equally participating. If his value does not change for participating, why would yours? Because of your gender? That’s sexist; (v) A lot of these metaphors going even further saying the man will do anything for sex, and if you let him you are bad. Anything includes rape. We do not victim blame here. Failing to dress modestly, does not mean your rapist gets off scot free. Purity culture directly plays into rape culture; and (vi) Also, men are evolved people with souls and morals. Treating men like unhinged animals is rude and demeaning towards men. Purity culture is therefore also misandrist in addition to misogynistic

(4) So what is the point of purity culture? To shame. What is the shamed used for? Control of people’s actions. Who is primarily being shamed? Women. Who is purity culture trying to control? Women. Do you want a misogynist, misandrist mindset used to prop up rape culture to control you and make you feel bad for acting human in your 30s?

(5) My friend will usually point out at some point that bunch of good Christian guys will like me more for my number. As if that is my defining point- instead of my identity. I point out that if a guy wants a pious wife, then he should want someone saying no to that which he considers temptation. I have no temptation, and therefore do not count as pious. If he wants a girl with a similar moral outlook, I’m a horrible pick. I obviously do NOT support purity culture. If he is just a self-conscious loser who wants a wife who has a low number (i) so she doesn’t know the difference between good and bad sex. And by default won’t know he is terrible; or (ii) so he knows she is more malleable (controllable) to follow his stupid rules (even ones that shame her humanity), then he sucks. I don’t want him. And I’m a stubborn bitch. So still a bad pick. Also, why are you acting like having that type of loser attracted to you is a good thing?? That’s bad. I don’t want them.

(5) I have whole different set of issues. I’m self conscious because the guys I go on dates with often want and expect something I can’t give (without throwing up). I am constantly worried about finding a guy who will wait because that’s not common anymore. I question whether I am a tease. Because I go on a third date with someone I could grow to be attracted to and he is giving me that look. But this is literally the 3rd time I’ve seen this guy in my life, and I’m not there. I’m fighting the conditioning that media gave me which said girls are manipulative and cruel if they don’t give the boy what he wants. My brain knows they aren’t entitled. But I still feel guilty for denying them. Self conscious for being different. Like a lier because I’m not what they expect. Even though I’ve promised nothing. You and I are different, but we all have issues in our heads. But we have to remember to separate truth from the bad things we were taught. And hope eventually our emotions will catch up

6. We are human. We do the best we can with what the world gave us. Stop being hard on yourself. So long as you don’t harm yourself or others, listen to your heart. Give yourself grace. Don’t let anyone make you less because you don’t “perform” live and dating the way they want. It’s your life. Not theirs.

I would be so rich if every time I had this conversation I was paid a dollar.

Religious people: NO SEX

Asexual people: okay

Religious people: NONONO you still need to WANT to have sex but you cant have cuz’ if you do you’ll go to hell you also cant have to much but also to little and blah blah blah blah

Asexual people: … *sits down and pulls out a book waiting for them to finish*

[cloudlessly-light]

Could you do a fic where Clyde comes to visit for a case and him flirting with Emily makes hotch really jealous

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, possessive sex, oral, choking, overstimulation, dirty talk

 Aaron sees him through the window of his office, knew that he was coming to consult on a case. He knew that Clyde Easter and Emily had some sort of past, that fact clear when they were hunting down Doyle. But he never got to see them interact, didn’t hear the flirtatious tone coming from him or the teasing smile on her face as he winked at her from across the round table room.

Aaron and Emily weren’t dating, technically they weren’t anything besides coworkers, but that didn’t stop the jealousy from rushing through his veins like lava. Didn’t stop his teeth from clenching as he once again had to listen to the other man crossing the line of what was appropriate as he spoke to Emily at her desk. It most certainly didn’t make his irrational jealousy better when Emily’s cheeks flushes pink the way they usually did with him.

“Prentiss, a moment?” He doesn’t dare ask himself why he gets her attention late that afternoon. She was just about to leave, bag over her shoulder as Clyde, JJ and Derek were waiting for her.

“Uhm, sure.” She nods to her friends, tells them to leave without her before climbing the stairs to his office. “What’s up Hotch?” She asks as he closes the door behind her.

“Do you think your behavior the last few days reflects good on you? On the BAU?” He asks and he sees her eyebrows shoot up, her body tensing.

“Excuse me?” Her tone is an octave higher than normal, the surprise evident.

“The way you’re acting around Easter. Do you think that’s appropriate?” He towers over her even in her boots and he sees the way her face changes from surprise to anger in a matter of moments.

“My behavior hasn’t been anything but professional.”

He scoffs at her reply and her eyes narrow.

“Derek flirts all the time, you haven’t once dragged him into your office. What is this about?” She angles her face, her lips part slightly as her breath comes out heavier, her anger making her body tremble slightly.

“This isn’t about Derek; it is about you. And your behavior reflects badly on the rest of us.” His own voice is dropping, he can still picture the way she smiled at the other man and it makes his blood boil. “You’re flirting with him.”

“What’s the matter Hotch? Jealous I’m not flirting with you?” Her tone is almost demeaning, a small smirk on her lips as his breath hitches and she knows that she’s right. She wasn’t stupid, she had seen the way he had been looking at her since she came back, she had been waiting for him to finally make a move.

He stares at her for what feels like hours, dark eyes heated, breathing labored and then he’s on her. He kisses her roughly, pulls her against his hard body and swallows down her gasp. Her nails rake through his hair, grips it tight enough to sting and he grunts as they move through his office until finally, he gets her on his desk.

“Get naked.” She mumbles between kisses, her own hands already pulling her shirt off her body.

He pulls away from her heated lips only to pull his tie over his head, but then she’s moving onto her knees in front of him before he has time to claim her lips again. He stares down at her as she unzips his pants and pushes them down his hips. His cock is already hard and the feeling of her wet mouth around him makes his knees buckle. Her tongue moves over him, licking a broad stripe from the base to the tip and then she sucks his cockhead between her lips with a moan.

“Fuck, Em… just like that.” He encourages her as his fist grasp her hair. He moves his hips against her face, groaning and moaning as she swallows around him. Her eyes are teary from repeatedly choking on him but she doesn’t stop, only wraps her lips tighter around him until he has to tug her away. “On the desk.” He mutters before she has time to say anything and she stands quickly, only stopping to pull her pants and underwear off.

Aaron bends down and licks through her, feels her wetness coat his tongue and she moans as he sucks her clit between his lips. He feels like he’s ready to burst, so he doesn’t take the time he normally would, and pushes inside of her quickly.

“Aaron!” She moans as his hands pin her hips down and he starts to fuck her hard enough for the heavy desk to shake.

“You make it a habit of fucking your bosses?” He grunts out, eyes on her face.

“You’re an ass.” She mutters back through harsh breaths and the feral smile on his face make her body flush with want.

“I’m going to make sure you never want to fuck another man ever again.” He promises and moves one hand from her hip to brush her clit. He fucks her with heavy, deep thrusts, keeps his thumb on her clit until she’s whining and straining for him.

She comes hard and fast, the pleasure making the air trap in her lungs as he fucks her through it. When her body relaxes he easily flips her around, files and a lamp falling to the floor with the movement.

“Again.” He mutters in her ear and starts fucking into her from behind. He keeps his fingers on her clit, changes the angle of his thrusts and it’s only a few minutes later until she’s trembling through another orgasm.

“Fuck you feel good when you come on my cock.” He whispers as he pulls her up to stand. His hand wrap around her throat, keeps her back against his chest as he starts moving his hips against hers, slowing down enough for her to feel every ridge of his shaft inside of her.

“Please…” She whispers as she rolls her hips back against his.

“Please what?” He mutters as his hand tighten around her slim throat.

“Come inside of me.” She can barely breathe through the pleasure of him and the pressure from his hand but she loves it.

“Not yet, I think you can give me one more.” He pinches her sensitive clit and she cries out, body exhausted from him.

“I-I can’t.” She tries but his fingers only circle the bundle of nerves more insistently.

“Yes you can.” It’s an order and they both know it. Emily’s head falls back against his shoulder, her moans turn breather as her legs tremble as she tries to support her weight.

“Oh my God…” She gasps as the pressure starts to build again as he forces the pleasure from her body.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me.” He encourages her breathily as his hips snap harder against hers. “Come on, come for me, let me feel you soak my cock.” The dirty words continue to fall against her ear as his own orgasm makes his brain fog. He feels her clenching around him, her slick walls clinging to his cock and forcing his own pleasure to rush through his body.

She’s coming only seconds before she feels his hot release inside of her, her body heaving as she comes hard enough for her vision to blacken out and body to completely give up and she slumps against the desk. For a few seconds all that can be heard is their labored breathing until she lifts her body enough to look at him.

“It’s about fucking time.” She mutters with a smirk over her shoulder. “Been waiting for five years for you to finally do that.”

[nobodyfamousposts]

Chloe's Lament

Why no! I'm still not over Miracle Queen, why do you ask?

_______________________

They were impossible odds to begin with.

That was why they had failed.

Miracle Queen smirked as Ladybug was stung by her wasps and put under her control. Seeing the once great hero brought low really filled her with vindictive satisfaction.

“See?” She sneered. “I didn’t need you. You needed me!”

If anyone had the right to destroy Ladybug, it was her. After all, hadn’t she deserved this? What right did Ladybug have to refuse her her Miraculous anyway?

Well, it didn’t matter anymore. Because now all of the Miraculous were hers. Including Ladybug’s and Chat’s.

“My lady!” Chat shouted, though he was helpless to stop it. Helpless to even escape the grasp of her guards.

And speaking of which…

Her guards didn’t move, simply standing in place while they waited for orders. She was mildly annoyed that they couldn’t think for themselves and simply take the Miraculous already to present to her in offering, but…

…actually, no. It was better if she did it. This was her victory, after all.

She considered starting with the sidekick. He had always been an eyesore, anyway.

But Chloe was never one for patience.

At her command, Ladybug approached, apparently unaware of the world around him. Before Miracle Queen, she placed both hands over her ears.

She...seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Miracle Queen arched a brow at that. Was there some part of her trying to resist?

“Give me the Earrings.”

Whatever hesitancy she had vanished and within a second, she had the Earrings off, causing the transformation to fade and revealing—

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng?!”

She barely heard that alley cat’s gasp. She took little notice of Hawk Moth or Mayura’s own responses. She outright ignored the little pink bug thing that appeared and blanched at her presence. She didn’t even register anything any of them said afterwards, her mind whirling from the implications.

She had always thought Ladybug this distant figure. Untouchable. Unreachable.

But for it to be her of all people?!

She wasted no effort on kindness, simply ripping the earrings out of the former Ladybug’s hands with a sneer.

Her own goody-goody classmate just stood there staring ahead blankly. Chloe almost regretted not leaving her unstung, if only so she could see her reaction as she lost everything.

Chloe bit back a snarl at the girl.

She had always been a pest. Always getting in Chloe’s way. Always acting as if she was actually worth anything compared to her. Always denying her—demeaning her—opposing her—stealing from her!

Her Adrien! Her Mom’s attention! And now her Miraculous!

Chloe grit her teeth.

Of course. OF FUCKING COURSE!

“Chloe! Please listen to me!” The Cat was pleading to her.

Chloe felt numb. Her mind still registering the truth.

Because how dare she? How dare she?!

How dare SHE of all people fool her like this!

Words seemed to warble through the static surrounding her.

“You don’t have to do this!”

Have to? Of course she didn’t.

Want to? Oh, she certainly did.

“If Hawk Moth gets both Miraculous, he’ll make the Wish and it could be catastrophic!”

Chloe rolled her eyes.

Like that pathetic stray knew anything.

Of course anyone would say whatever they could to convince Chloe. She barely paid him any mind, still ruminating over the clear deception. How Marinette had gotten one over on her. Again.

All this time, Marinette must have been laughing at her. Trying to use her! Now she lost and Chloe won and people were still acting like she knew better! Like she was still so perfect!

Pathetic.

How could Chloe have ever looked up to her?

“Chloe, please! You can’t let Hawk Moth win!”

“Shut up!”

Hawk Moth wasn’t the winner here, she was!

And she would prove it!

She didn’t even need to waste a wasp on the sidekick. With the guards holding him in place and at her command presenting his hand to her, she was able to get to his Ring easily. His attempts to throw them off or keep his hand closed and protected were useless as she removed the ring, causing his transformation to dissipate.

She gaped.

“Adrien?!”

Him. Adrien Agreste. The boy she loved. The only one who was good enough for her. And he was staring back at her from the same spot where that stupid cat had been.

Adrien…staring at her in a mix of horror and disappointment and rage.

“Chloe…how could you?”

How could she? No! How could he?! He knew who she was this whole time! Why didn’t he tell her? Why didn’t he stand up for her when Ladybug told her she wouldn’t be Queen Bee again? Or hell, give her the Miraculous in the first place? She thought they were friends!

She shoved away from him.

This…

This wasn’t her Adrien!

“Excellent job, Miracle Queen.” Hawk Moth called, pulling her from her thoughts. “Now bring me their Miraculous and the glory shall be yours.”

A pause.

She considered.

Ladybug was defeated. Hawk Moth had won. He had won because of Chloe—the person whom Ladybug—Marinette had looked down on. The city was under her control. Now everyone HAD to listen to and obey her.

Marinette had lost everything and could do nothing about it while Chloe was free to be the Queen she always deserved to be.

Wasn’t this enough?

Wasn’t all of this…finally enough?

Silence.

Hawk Moth was waiting.

Her subjects were waiting.

Everyone was waiting on Chloe.

It was all about Chloe now.

So…wasn’t that enough?

“No.”

This wasn’t enough.

This wasn’t nearly good enough to appease her.

Hawk Moth frowned.

“What?”

“No!” She replied. “I don’t have to. I don’t want to. And now that I have these, I don’t need to.”

She smirked up at him.

“I don’t need you anymore! I don’t need any of you!”

She held up the two Miraculous in victory.

“Now I’M the one in charge!”

“Chloe, don’t do it!” Adrien shouted. “You don’t know what the Wish will do!”

“I’m not listening to you anymore!” She shouted. “When Ladybu—when SHE refused to give me my Miraculous back, where were you?”

“Chloe!”

“NO! What right does she have to say who deserves a Miraculous or not? She should never have been Ladybug!” She shouted, stomping her foot. “She doesn’t deserve it! I do! And I just want what I deserve!”

“Miracle Queen, don’t be foolish!” Hawk Moth ordered. “You are to hand over the Miraculous to me!”

“So you can just take my power away and leave me in the dust? I don’t think so! No!” Chloe shook her head. “This power is mine!”

The power and the Wish—wasn’t that what they had said? Wasn’t that what Hawk Moth had been after all this time?

Well, it was Chloe who won. Not Hawk Moth or any of his other lame akumas! HER! So Chloe earned this!

Which meant that the Wish was rightfully hers!

She turned towards Marinette with a smirk.

And she knew exactly what she wanted with it!

But first, best to get the riff-raff out of her way.

With a flick of her control, the wasps converged on Hawk Moth and Mayura. In a matter of seconds, they were under her control as well. The last thing she needed was either of them getting in her way.

The kwamis gaped at her in surprise, like they didn’t think Chloe could plan for things? Please! These peons were so below her it was embarrassing!

Chloe was smart! She was smarter than anybody! Better than everybody! Certainly better than that wannabe heroine! Even the universe agreed! Why else would she be blessed as she was?

She looked down at the two Miraculous in her hands with a smirk because this? This just proved it!

Of course she was better! And now everyone would know it, too!

Especially…

She turned to face Marinette once more.

Because this time, there would be no interruptions for Chloe’s gloating.

And boy, was she going to gloat.

“So…how does it feel to be the one to lose for once?”

Marinette simply stared blankly, as if she didn’t actually understand what Chloe was talking about.

“All this time,” Chloe continued. “You’ve been playing it up for the masses. Making everyone love you. Pretending like you were actually worth something. And all just to look down on everyone and boost your own ego!”

She laughed.

It sounded hollow to her own ears.

She pushed through.

“Like it wasn’t bad enough even as a civilian! You were always showing off! I bet being a hero was everything you ever dreamed of so you could get twice the attention!”

Marinette didn’t respond.

Adrien, however, did.

“That’s not true!” He shouted, struggling in vain to pull out of the hold as he defended his ‘Lady’. Gag. Miss her with that shit. “She’s never shown off or done any of this for attention! She’s not that selfish!”

Chloe was only more infuriated.

“Of course she is! The glory! The popularity! The power it gives you over other people! Why else would someone like her be a hero?”

Adrien actually seemed to find his spine, because he glared at her.

“That might be what you would do, Chloe. But that’s your choice. That’s how you choose to respond to things. Not everyone is like that!”

“Adrikens!” She gasped, appalled that he would argue against her like this.

“No, Chloe! You’ve done some horrible things, but this is probably the worst! You helped Hawk Moth! You betrayed everyone!”

“Oh please!” She said, brushing him off. “I wasn’t helping him, I was only using him. Now the city is safe and it’s all thanks to me!”

“Then why aren’t you freeing everybody?” Adrien demanded. “Why reveal Marinette? Why take over the other heroes and make them fight us? Why not just use your power to control Hawk Moth and let everyone else go?”

“Why should I?” She asked, flippantly. “They were all useless anyway.”

She had always wanted people to respect and obey her, and now they would! So she would be waited on like the Queen she was, and they would have some actual purpose to their lives.

Really, if anything, she was the gracious one, here.

It wasn’t like any of them were useful otherwise.

But something seemed to upset Adrien, as he winced at her statement and shook his head. She didn’t really know why.

“No one is useless.”

She sighed.

“Oh, Adrikens.” She looked at him in pity. The poor boy just didn’t get how the world worked. “Of course they are. Why else am I here in charge,” she asked, gesturing to herself before turning her hand to gesture to the unmoving ‘Guards’ around them, “and they’re there waiting for orders?”

Whatever response he seemed to be expecting from her, that apparently wasn’t it as he stared at her in shock.

“Chloe, that’s horrible!”

“What? It’s only the truth.”

She won. Lady—Marinette lost. Everyone had to obey her. Why wouldn’t that be the case if she was wrong?

“But it’s okay now!” Chloe said cheerfully as she turned back to him. And—oh, he was drawing back from her. Here poor Adrikens. He always was skittish.

“Now it’s just the two of us. We can do whatever we want, live however we want, and have nothing to worry about. If there’s anything we need done, the peons can take care of it.“

She smiled.

“It’s you and me against the world!”

Just like it always was.

Just like it was supposed to be.

But Adrien…

…he only seemed to look more upset at that. Pale. Almost sick.

“No.”

She blinked, surprised.

“No?”

“No!” He repeated with more emphasis. “I don’t want that! Nobody wants that!”

“I want that!” She replied. Because that was what mattered! As long as she got what she wanted, things were fine! And now they always would be since she would always get what she wanted! What was wrong with that?

“Nobody else wants that!” Adrien bit out.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, they don’t matter.”

Honestly, he must have been stuck under Marinette’s thumb too long to actually take that whole ‘hero’ role seriously. Seriously, people were there to help THEM, not the other way around. It’s a good thing she saved him from that line of thinking.

“They do matter!” Adrien said with a hiss.

He paused, his gaze falling on Marinette.

“She matters.”

And his voice had gone so quiet and soft. She couldn’t recall a time he had ever spoken that way to her.

It only infuriated her.

“Oh please! What has she ever done for me?!”

Adrien actually seemed to look annoyed now. That was actually a new look for him, and she couldn’t recall a time he seemed so angry.

“Do you want a list?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, there isn’t nearly enough to bother counting, much less make a list—”

“She stood up for you time and again. Both as Ladybug AND as Marinette. More than she had to, especially as the person you’ve been bullying all this time!” He stated flatly, giving her a glare. “She helped you with your Mom and supported you. She gave up on a once in a lifetime opportunity just because you were upset she was the one getting the offer to go with your mother instead of you. And that Queen Bee party everyone put on? Her work. She was the one who got everyone to do it.”

“No, she didn’t!” All of that was just because Chloe was that awesome and people had finally realized it.

“She did!” He insisted. “She stood up for you to Alya over your blatantly false account of how Zombizou was defeated and she got everyone to convincing everyone to throw you a party to make up for saying you weren’t a hero! Even though you never apologized! Even after you tried to get her kicked out of her home city!”

Chloe huffed. “Well, she deserved it! And why should I have had to apologize for anything? It was her own fault I had to do any of that to put her in her place! If she had left, everything would have been better off!”

That way, there would have been no one to challenge her. No one to take attention. No one to be compared to. No one to be reminded was ‘better’. No one for people to admire instead of her.

“She was useless anyway.”

And he just…stared at her. Like she was something abhorrent. Someone he couldn’t even recognize.

“What?” She groused.

A pause.

And then a quiet admission. Spoke just above a whisper but still somehow louder than anything Chloe had heard before.

“Marinette was right. I should never have defended you to her.”

Chloe reared back in hurt.

“Adrien—!”

He only glared at her.

“That day you announced you were leaving, everyone was glad. Nobody was sad to see you go, Chloe! Not one person!”

“That’s not true!”

“They were celebrating, Chloe!”

She froze.

“What?”

“Our entire school was literally throwing a party the instant they heard you would be gone!” He explained. “Teachers were hugging and crying in relief! They canceled classes! There was a conga line at the time I showed up! Fireworks, music, confetti—the works!”

She shook her head in disbelief.

“But...no. That was a party for me. To thank me!”

“Not originally.” Adrien corrected her. “They changed the reason for the party after the akuma attack, but reused everything from it. They just added a banner. That party was only started because you were leaving, Chloe. Not so you would stay.”

She gaped.

She had known they hated her...but that much?

“And the real reason—the only reason they did even that much to turn it around for you was because Marinette asked them to. And that was after you threw a tantrum and tried to get her banished from Paris just for saying you weren’t a hero!”

“But I was!” She shouted, stomping her foot. “I was Queen Bee!”

“Not at that time, you weren’t!” Adrien shot back. “You were a thief who used a stolen Miraculous to try to crash a train!”

“It was her fault for losing it—!”

“Marinette was on that train!” The bug kwami exclaimed, suddenly speaking up. “She and her parents could have died because of your stunt! Her saying you weren’t a hero after that was not only justified, but the very least you deserved!”

Adrien hadn’t seemed to know that previously, as he stared at the kwami in horror.

“She and her family—all of those passengers could have pressed charges! They should have! But Marinette believed you could be better!”

It glared up at her.

“Her saying you weren’t a hero at a time when you had done nothing worthy of the title was nothing compared to that!”

“Shut up!” She hissed, making the thing glare at her. “What does a bug know?”

“Enough.” Adrien cut in. “Do you really think anyone would have decided on their own to throw a party to thank you for something you caused in the first place?”

She didn’t believe it. She refused!

It was only because of her that the city was saved! Was a little gratitude so uncalled for? Seriously, after what she did for them, she deserved a parade at least! They’re just lucky she intervened at all!

She huffed. “Well, it was only the least they could have done after I saved the city from my dad!”

“Who only threatened the city because you upset him to begin with by demanding something he couldn’t give without unfairly hurting people!”

“Unfair?! You want to talk unfair? You heard what she said about me! That I wasn’t a hero! How was that fair?!”

“Because it was the truth?” The black cat kwami replied with a smirk.

Adrien shook his head and just…looked at her like he was disappointed. Like she actually did anything wrong! “It says something that you put Marinette in danger and she still tried to get everyone to appreciate you with that Queen Bee party.”

She blew up at that.

“She only did that because of you!” Chloe practically screamed. “Because she’s so in love with you that it’s pathetic!”

Adrien started in surprise.

“She loves me?”

And she couldn’t believe it, but the damned fool was actually starting to smile and his ears were turning pink! Like that was supposed to be something to be glad about!

Marinette had only ever acted for Adrien’s attention. Even that time she comforted Chloe as Ladybug when her dad was akumatized was probably just to look good to him! It didn’t matter that no one else was there to see her breakdown, it had to have been part of her plan!

She just had to explain it to him! Adrien would be on her side! He was her friend, after all!

“She was only acting nice to make herself look good to you!” She insisted.

He blinked and the happy look was gone. Chloe smirked at that, because he should be disgusted!

But Adrien only shook his head at her.

“Regardless of the reason she did that for you, she’s still the only one who did. Nino didn’t stop DJing that party out of friendship for me. The teachers didn’t corral the students or end the party out of duty to their jobs. The students didn’t receive any lecture for an unauthorized party on school grounds, celebrating a peer leaving, or just about having basic kindness and respect for others. The only one—the only one who not only stopped but advocated on your behalf to get everyone else to do the right thing was Marinette.”

He gestured to the city around them.

“And now after this, I have to wonder if it was really the right thing after all...”

She balked.

“What? No! Adrikens—”

“STOP calling me that!” He shouted sharply.

She took in a breath.

He…never…

Even when he was mad at her, he never talked to her like that!

“Adri—”

“I hate it. I hate that name. I hate how you call me that. I hate how you cling to me and hurt people and try to drive people away but also drive them away from me like I’m not allowed to have friends besides you and I hate…”

He took a breath, coming to a decision.

“...I hate you, Chloe.”

She stared at him, waiting for some sign that this was a joke. Because he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t mean it, right?

But Adrien glared back at her unflinchingly.

She felt her heart freeze.

He...

He meant it.

He really and truly meant it.

“You...you can’t be serious! You would turn on me? For her?!”

He didn’t take it back! Why wasn’t he taking it back?!

“You promised! You promised me, Adrien, that you would always be my friend!”

“Chloe, you don’t know what friends are!” Adrien exclaimed. “To you, they’re either supposed to be servants like Sabrina or things to ‘own’ like me! And I didn’t know better before because I only ever had you. But since I’ve started school, I’ve learned what friendship is!”

He looked away, guiltily.

“I wish I had learned it sooner.”

She stared.

This…

This couldn’t be.

There was no way this was real.

Adrien. Her Adrikens!

“Are you really going to abandon me, Adrien?” She asked. “You, of all people? I thought…I thought you understood.”

He winced.

But he didn’t take it back. Not one bit.

She clenched her fists.

“Fine! Then…then if you want to be with them so much, I’ll just make you one of them!” She shouted, ignoring the tears stinging her eyes. “Then you’ll have to stay with me!”

He looked her in the eyes, solemn but stern.

“It won’t be real, Chloe. Whatever we had…whatever you would call it is already gone.”

“But it doesn’t have to be!” She insisted. “I have the Miraculous. I can just…there’s a Wish! If the world won’t let us be together and perfect, then I can just Wish for it!”

It was in equal parts a plea and a warning. For him to give in, just as he always had. For him to stay by her side like he’d promised.

He clenched his fists. But refused to back down.

“Whatever you do. Whatever world you create. My feelings won’t change.”

“We’ll see about that!”

“Don’t do it!” The bug kwami shouted. “Making a Wish should never be done, especially for selfish reasons!”

“I’m not selfish!” Chloe argued. “I’m the most selfless person I know!”

Adrien didn’t look impressed. Neither did the kwamis. If anything, the bug one looked furious.

“You can’t ignore all the horrible things you’ve done and reasons people could have to not like you, then turn around and figure that doing one nice thing after hurting someone means they now owe you somehow!”

“What,” Chloe bit out, “am I supposed to be owing her instead?” She demanded, gesturing to the still frozen Marinette.

“No!” Tikki replied, earnestly. “Because friendships are not about owing each other!”

“Since when were we friends?” Chloe laughed, jerking away from the annoying pink…thing. “Everyone is so below me it’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

The thing looked up at her, almost pityingly. “Chloe, you clearly care. That day when you were going to leave Paris, you were crying because you didn’t have any friends.”

Chloe stomped her foot. “That’s not true!”

“But you can have friends!” It insisted. “You just need to be nice—”

“I AM nice!”

“You’ve hurt people, Chloe! Intentionally and maliciously! And right now, you were helping a terrorist just because you didn’t get the Bee Miraculous on demand!”

“It was MINE!” Chloe shouted. “She took it away from me! How was that fair?!”

“It was never YOURS!” The kwami argued. “There is a duty! A responsibility involved! The Miraculous is not a toy! It it not a thing you can just use as you wish! It is a magical artifact that must be used for the greater good! It has a kwami with a name feelings attached to it! Did you ever even talk to Pollen?”

Chloe faltered, but then scoffed. “What would you know?”

Geez, did Marinette always let this thing talk so much?

It was Adrien who answered. “Of course not. Because you never do, Chloe. You don’t talk to people. You don’t consider people. You don’t look at anyone outside of yourself to even notice the effect you’re having.”

The black thing laughed. “You’ve caused a good half of the akumatizations in the city! In all our time active here so far, it says something that we have spent more akuma fights protecting you than any other person.”

The bug nodded. “And not once—not once have you ever so much as acknowledged doing anything wrong! Much less apologized!”

Oh, now Chloe knew she was full of it. “Because I wasn’t wrong, duh!”

She was. Because why else would Ladybug refuse her when Chloe had already proven herself? And she had! No other hero was nearly as good as her!

“Of course I wasn’t wrong!” She insisted. “Because even the universe knows it! That’s why I won! I’m a better person, a better hero, and a better Guardian than she could ever try to be!”

The bug was having none of it.

“Marinette is a better Ladybug—a better person than you ever will be. And that’s because she chooses to be kind! Regardless of the circumstances!”

It glared at her defiantly.

“Even if your positions were switched, that wouldn’t change.”

Chloe glared. “Why you—!”

How dare she?! Acting like she was better than her?

But Adrien cut her off.

“I kept telling myself that they don’t understand. That I knew who you really were. That other people just didn’t know you.”

Chloe gave a disgusted look at the prospect. She didn’t get why he looked so angry though?

Or why that look was directed at her?

He…wasn’t still serious about hating her, was he?

Adrien shook his head, completely infuriated.

“But I was just making excuses. It wasn’t that they didn’t know you…it’s that I didn’t.”

She balked.

“What? Of course you know me!”

It was why he was so perfect. And the only one worthy of her, after all!

Or…well…had been, she remembered, shooting him a petulant glare.

But Adrien refused to be cowed.

“The Chloe I thought I knew never would have done what you have! You were willing to go this far—help the enemy and take over the city all for the sake of your own self interests! Even if she had given you the Bee this time…what about the next time? Or the time after?”

This was irritating. He was acting like Chloe was the one bringing THEM down.

“At least I would have gotten my Miraculous!” She pointed out. Because that was what mattered here! It was only what she deserved and Marinette was the one in the wrong for not giving it to her! Everything would have been fine if she had!

Adrien glared at her—and she couldn’t recall a time he looked so angry. Not with anyone. And especially not with her.

“I had already enabled you enough, Chloe. And I encouraged others to do the same, thinking it would help you. That if they got to know you—if you had enough support, eventually you would open up and finally be the great person you always seemed to think you were. That they just needed to give you a chance and you would be satisfied and everyone would finally get along. But I was wrong.”

He looked done. No, even worse, he looked done with her!

He hung his head.

And near whispered:

“You’re the sort of person who is never satisfied with anything.”

And with that, Chloe broke.

“SHUT UP!”

With a wave of her hand, the wasps surged forward and Adrien was made into another of her mindless thralls. But she didn’t care. He was as good as lost to her anyway and in her mind, there was only one person to blame.

“Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!”

She spun around on the expressionless Marinette in a rage, zeroing in on the cause of all her problems. Even now, the former hero still somehow looked so goddamn noble!

“You don’t deserve to be Ladybug!” She shouted, eyes wide and spittle flying. “You don’t deserve your Miraculous! You don’t deserve your life! You don’t deserve ANYTHING!”

She clenched her fists tighter.

Her palms hurt, drawing her attention back to her clenched fists and specifically to the two Miraculous she had in each.

She smirked.

“I do. And now I have the power to fix that!”

She turned away, putting the Ring on her finger.

"You becoming Ladybug was a fluke!” She continued, moving on to the earrings. “You just got lucky! It was just a chance! Anyone else could have had it!”

She put in one earring.

“I could have had it! I would have deserved it more!"

She put in the other earring.

“I deserve it more than you!”

“Don’t!” Came a little voice—the pink kwami. Whatever the hell her name was was now floating in front of her waving her arms frantically. “The Wish isn’t without consequences!”

Chloe cut Tikki off.

“Just shut up and grant my Wish!”

The bug gasped right before her mouth disappeared. Nice! Chloe liked this feature.

But there was still the distinct lack of Wish-granting.

“Well?” She demanded.

The black one floated up to her.

“You’re going to have to actually say what your Wish is, first.” He said amicably.

See? This is what she needed. Simple. Sweet. And straight to the point! If only more servants could be like this!

Of course, if Chloe knew Plagg—or if she was just paying attention, she would have noticed the smirk on his face and been wary of it.

Plagg was a chaotic little kwami. As such, he was never this pleasant, especially to those who were going to use him in a way he didn’t like.

Chloe did not know this. And in this moment, she was too driven by rage and spite to consider it.

She was used to Pollen, after all. A quiet, subservient kwami who was perfectly fitted to Chloe—a person who was used to quiet, subservient people in her life.

Plagg was neither quiet nor subservient.

When he was, it was a sign to worry.

Perhaps if Adrien had been in control of himself, he could have warned her.

Perhaps if she had put more thought into Marinette’s attempts to help her previously, she would have reconsidered.

Perhaps if she had just given more consideration to Tikki's own warnings against it, she would have taken her time.

But Chloe Bourgeois had won.

She won. Everyone else lost. And that was all that mattered, so it was all she needed to think about.

And thus, without hesitation. Without thinking twice.

“I Wish—“

Chloe made the Wish to rewrite the world.

And

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Reality is not as one would expect. It is both more complicated and yet also more simple than one would think. Thus, there is no scientific way to adequately explain the process through which things are rewritten so that something that once was not now is and always has been. Or vice versa.

That is what metaphor is for.

Imagine, if you will, that the story as we know it is a performance. Particularly a play. One where the people we have met—from Marinette to Adrien to Hawk Moth and everyone inbetween are all actors filling certain “roles”. And imagine further that the Universe itself is equivalent to a Director overseeing these actors and their performance.

It was a passable show. Mixed reviews so far. Decent performance depending on the actor and their scene. But overall, it was entertaining enough and there weren’t any major issues.

Not until one of those actors just up and stopped the entire performance in the middle of the climax to complain about the show, insult the Director’s choices, and demand everything be redone with her in a different role.

Now the Universe is not a person. It does not have a form. It simply is. And despite having a will and a sick sense of humor, it is in no way a human.

…but if it WERE a human, what happened next would be the equivalent of it tilting its head and considering the defiant actor before it and said actor’s ridiculous demand.

For one eternity…

Two…

Before shrugging and simply saying “You know what? Fine.”

There was a sound of a “snap”.

The feeling of a curtain closing.

Darkness.

A shuffle from behind the stage.

A cough from the audience.

Then the curtains lifted.

And Chloe Bourgeois woke up in a room she had never been in before.

[a-n-conrad]

Pet (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: After being gifted to Heisenberg, you manage to survive his games. From there you start to develop an interesting relationship. And as you start to play the role of his pet, things get a bit interesting. (She/Her pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT, unhealthy relationship dynamics, Author belongs in horny jail, Reader has “female” anatomy, themes of pet play, swearing, biting (Blood), reader is losing her sanity a bit, spanking, oral (both receiving), hair pulling, unprotected penetrative (vaginal) sex

Request: Literally, not a single person asked for this. You only have me to blame.]

You felt a bit foolish, being in the situation you were in. You had been one of the people gifted to the “Lords” of the village to do with as they pleased by Mother Miranda. You had to admit, when you were frightened, even more so when you were handed over to the infamous “mad wolf-man”. He had quite the reputation. But unlike the others, you had proven yourself useful enough for him to keep you around, instead of experimenting on you or feeding you to his lycans.

You survived at first by staying out of his way. It was like a game to him. Heisenberg liked games, and you adapted to them rather quickly. At first, the game was to be the perfect assistant. You’d clean, cook, do minor repairs, and stay out of his way as needed. You were there when he needed you to do something, you’d do it perfectly, and then you’d be out of his sight. And he’d try to catch you slipping up, making you nervous with whispered promises of the punishments that awaited you if you did.

It was an odd dance, having to learn the ins and outs of Heisenberg’s moods. Learning how to tell when he was in a bad mood, and when he was in the mood to joke. And as time went on, it seemed that there were more days when he was in the mood to sit and banter with you. And you started to bond a bit, less as captor and captive, and more as something close to friends, though you wouldn’t necessarily call it friendship.

Eventually, he started to grow a bit fond of you, occasionally joking with you that he had started to see you as a pet. He’d grin a bit as he called you pet names, names that were somewhere between affectionate and demeaning. He’d pat your head, like he was praising a dog, when you did something right. He had even joked about making you a collar to show the rest of the Lords that you were his pet.

You knew you probably should’ve hated it. You should’ve gagged at the idea of a collar, and you should’ve hated his pet names. But you didn’t. You found yourself grinning when he called you a “good girl”. You leaned into his touch when he’d pat your head. You could feel yourself losing your sanity. You had to be insane to feel this way, but as you got to know Heisenberg, you found yourself feeling as though it was worth it.

Karl Heisenberg was an interesting man, and one you had to admit that you were fascinated by. He had a biting form of humor that had become much funnier as you realized you weren’t in the danger that you thought you were, and you could hear the intelligence behind it. His jokes were always at least a little clever, as long as he could keep his head. He was complex, with motivations and actions that didn’t always match. And his emotions were so complicated that you were pretty sure he hadn’t even started sorting through them, choosing to instead deny their existence.

He was a mess of a man. He got mad enough to throw metal scraps of rusted metal around the room when an experiment went wrong. He’d rant for hours about the issues he had with his “family”, having to hold himself back from breaking things when he got to Alcina. He felt as trapped as you did. He thought of letting his appearance go as an act of rebellion. Because of that, he’d go a full week without washing his clothes, letting the blood and oil stain the fabric until it might as well be dye. And he didn’t sleep for days sometimes, choosing instead to stay up all night in his workshop, only leaving when he starts to border on collapsing.

But between his anger issues and dysfunction, you saw something in him that you weren’t sure that even he saw. You saw it in the sparkle in his eyes when he figured out an issue that had been bothering him. You saw it in his sleepy groans when he woke up in the middle of the day after staying up all night before. You saw it in his smirks and smiles as he thought of something clever to say.

He was charming in his own way. Not in the way you thought of charming. He wasn’t elegant like Alcina, but he was warm. He was like a fire. Volatile. Deadly. Beautiful. And warm. And perhaps you were a bit of a pyromaniac, as you found yourself staring into a fire pit, longing to see the damage it could do if you let it free. You wanted to see what Heisenberg could do to you. You wanted to let him.

- - - - -

You were a bit suspicious that you weren’t hiding your feelings very well. Heisenberg was clever, and he was incredibly observant. He needed to be. His “family” didn’t exactly get along with him very well, and knowing what you knew about his “siblings”, they would’ve taken any opportunity possible to kill him and take his place as a favored lord. So he was constantly on his toes. And that meant that you were sure that he had noticed you were acting a bit off recently.

And you were sure that he had figured out exactly what was causing you to act that way, by the way that he teased. There was a glint in his eyes when you started to get flustered that was new to you. The way he smirked at you as he praised you, his hand resting casually on your arm for a few more seconds than before. He had even gone through with his collar joke, though he hadn’t given it to you to wear.

He’d wink at you as he held it in front of you, though. It was a silver chain that was about an inch thick, made into an easily adjusted necklace by the extra bit of chain that hung through the loop. The extra bit of chain that also worked as a built-in leash. He’d hold the collar in front of you, dangling it casually from one of his fingers when you started to get sarcastic with him, making comments about how his “pet” needed to be put in her place. And you’d try your best not to show how much you truly wanted that.

It had become another one of Heisenberg’s games. You could tell that he knew. And he knew that you knew that. So the game became how long you could go without breaking.

“So, kitten,” you jumped a bit as Heisenberg appeared behind you. You were making dinner, and had thought that Heisenberg was still working in his shop. He usually didn’t leave for dinner until you came to get him if he ate dinner with you at all, “You seem a bit spaced out. Care to tell me what you’ve got on your mind?”

You could say what you really wanted to. You could say that you wanted him to rail you until you couldn’t walk. But that would end the game. And Heisenberg only liked to end games if he could win them in a satisfying way.

“Nothing you need to worry about, sir,” You muttered, finishing the food you were cooking and pulling it off of the stove, “Just lost in thought.”

He hummed a bit, noticing how you refused to make eye contact. That wasn’t new, but you weren’t usually so awkward about it, “Come on, pet. I’d like to know if you’re planning your escape or something,” A bit of metal began to dangle in front of your face and you knew exactly what it was, “Honestly, (y/n), I really might have to put this collar on you if you’re going to be keeping secrets.”

“It sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse to put a collar on me, Karl,” You had gotten a bit bold, knowing that the line of how much you could get away with was quite a bit further back, “You can just admit that you’re into that.”

He chuckled a bit, resting the arm that he was holding the collar with on your shoulder and leaning into you just a little bit. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him. You always wondered how he was always so warm, living in this factory, surrounded by the cold metal walls, “I don’t know, pet, you haven’t been protesting quite as much. It seems like you may be coming around to the idea. Maybe you’re projecting a bit.”

He had set his chin on your shoulder by the end of his statement, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear. It had sent a shiver down your spine, and you could tell he felt it by the satisfied hum that passed his lips.

“You’re not arguing with me, kitten,” he purred as you failed to muster up a rebuttal, “Is that what you want? You want me to put the collar on you? Do I need to put my needy little pet in place?”

Fuck. You shifted a little, trying not to make the throbbing between your legs obviously. You were trying so hard to think of a comeback, but the teasing had been going on for so long that you were reaching your breaking point. You wanted him to fuck you so badly that it made you look stupid.

He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. It was so much harder to keep a poker face when you were looking into his eyes, when you could see that glint in them. The kind of glint that made you think he wanted to eat you alive. And you wanted him to.

“If you ask like a good girl, maybe I’ll give you what you want,” his voice came out so much smoother than usual. It intimidated you a bit, knowing that he was holding himself together so well. You knew that there was no way your voice was going to come out nearly as smooth.

“I’m not going to beg, Karl,” Your voice was shaking, but you tried to hold your cool. He always had fun when you talked back a little, and you were hoping that translated to this situation as well. And the wolf-like grin that grew on his face told you that you were right.

“We’ll see about that, kitten.”

- - - - -

You weren’t quite sure when the collar had appeared around your neck. Somewhere between the kitchen and Karl’s bedroom, though, it had snaked its way around your neck, even though his hands never seemed to leave your hips. You were a bit too occupied trying to keep up with his ravenous kisses.

His lips were latched onto your neck as he pushed you through the door to his room. You landed on his bed soon after with a slight bounce. You had been in his room before to clean, but the context was different now. The actual room itself was entirely irrelevant, as Karl climbed on top of you, throwing his hat and glasses to the side, not caring where they landed. All you could look at were his eyes, glowing bright yellow as he looked down at you.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how much of a fucking brat you’re being,” he growled, looking down at you, “You’ve earned yourself quite the punishment.”

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, biting just below the hickey that was already forming on your neck. He growled a bit as you squeaked in surprise, biting down a bit harder. You both felt when he broke the skin, and something told you that the mark he was leaving was entirely on purpose. He didn’t want anyone to doubt who you belonged to. His fingers dug into your skin, one hand holding your wrist above your head and the other digging into your side just above your hip. You had a feeling you would be covered in marks and bruises in the morning, and you were alright with that.

He pulled your clothes off quickly, throwing them to the side of the room. He wasn’t wasting any time, so you were pretty sure he had ripped through a seam or two on your dress. And he didn’t hesitate to rip your underwear completely in half.

He threw you around so much easier than you had expected. You knew that he was strong, you had just expected it to take at least a little bit of effort. You supposed that you shouldn’t have underestimated his inhuman strength, because in seconds he had flipped you, moving you so that you were on your hands and knees in front of him. You were entirely vulnerable in front of him, entirely bare as he remained fully clothed behind you.

It was weirdly hot, being at his mercy. He wasn’t a good person, and you knew that. In fact, there was still a feeling in your chest reminding you that he could kill you whenever he wanted. But that didn’t matter at that moment. The fear just made it better in some sick way. You knew you were insane, you had to be, but if insanity felt this good, you were going to accept it.

“Now, kitten, be good and stay quiet through your punishment, and maybe you’ll get a reward,” he stated, sliding his hands from the place they were resting on your waist to rest on your ass instead, “Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded in response, not trusting your voice as his hands slid further down, reaching the back of your thighs, one of his thumbs dangerously close to your pussy. His hands were callused, so as they slid across your skin, it created an interesting sensation. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head as his thumb brushed lightly against your clit, and you heard him chuckle a bit at your reaction. However, before you could enjoy yourself too much, he pulled his thumb away, sliding his hands back up to your ass.

There was a pause for a few moments, and you felt his eyes scanning your body. They always seemed to feel so much more intense than anyone else’s gaze ever could. Before you could get self-conscious, though, one of his hands raised from its place, only to come back down hard. The smacking sound echoed through the entire room, and you couldn’t hold back your yelp.

“Now, now, pet, I thought I said to keep quiet. I’ll let this slide once because you’re cute, but any more, and I’ll have to add some more punishment,” he cooed, grabbing the leash of the collar around your neck and pulling it towards him. He leaned forward until he could actually look at your face, seeing the tears prick at the corners of your eyes already, “I’d hate to break my toy right away, so try to behave.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before shoving your head down into the bed and resuming your punishment. You bit your lip, trying your best not to actually break the skin, as you did your best to stay quiet. You were a bit surprised by how much you enjoyed it. After the first few, the pain started to melt away, hidden behind a numb tingling that sent electricity shooting through your whole body. And it was pretty obvious to Heisenberg as well, when slick started to drip down the inside of your thighs.

You lost count before he stopped, but it couldn’t have been more than fifteen. He let out a satisfied hum as he looked at the handprints that were already starting to form, rubbing his hands gently over the forming bruises. You almost started purring as his hands continued to slide across your body.

“You’ve been such a good girl, kitten,” he praises as he moves your body, eventually making you stand in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed, “Do you want your reward now?”

You nod, far too gone to even try to not look like a desperate fool. He looked proud of himself, seeing you so needy and bare in front of him. It was like a work of art. You had never seen so much admiration and need in his eyes. It wasn’t love. But it was need, and want, and possession.

“Ask nicely.”

You were too desperate to argue. You needed him more than you could remember needing anything, “Please, sir.”

You swore you saw the bulge in his pants twitch at the word “sir” and the glint in his eyes confirmed your suspicions. The grin he gave you showed his teeth, highlighting his fangs like a predatory animal about to lunge.

“Good girl,” He drew it out, shifting his body so that his legs were spread as far as they could be comfortably, before commanding, “Kneel.”

You do as you’re told almost by instinct. It was almost as though your body moved without your brain giving it permission. You had been entirely possessed by your lust. And it only got worse as his hands moved to unzip his pants, only removing enough of his clothing to free his cock.

“You want this, don’t you?” He looked almost amused as your eyes locked onto his cock. You were practically drooling over it. He almost laughed as you nodded, “Enjoy your treat, pet.”

He leaned back a bit, his weight being put on one of his hands, positioned a bit behind him on the bed. He looked so casual as you moved your hands to timidly take the place of his own, which had previously been holding his cock in place. He had to admit you looked adorable, needy and desperate as you kneeled between his legs. You were practically drooling for him.

You started out a bit slow, which surprised him a little. The little kitten licks and kisses felt good enough for him to close his eyes to savor it. However, from the smirk that had formed on your face by the time that he opened his eyes, he realized that you were planning on teasing. He wasn’t about to let that slide.

The hand that he had rested on the top of your head tightened its grip on your hair. “Watch it, kitten. Don’t be a tease,” He growled, pushing your head down a bit until about half of his cock was in your mouth.

With that, your willpower to hold back faded, and you took the rest of him into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat just a bit, making you hold back a gag. And as you looked up at him through your lashes and found him smirking down at you, you could tell that he saw it. You reveled in the soft groans that slipped past his lips when you finally got to work, swirling your tongue around as you bobbed your head. You moaned as he pulled your hair, the vibrations causing him to curse and pull your hair even more, “Fuck, kitten, you’re pretty good at that.”

You continued like that for a few more minutes, his grip on your hair getting tighter and tighter. The salty, bitter taste of precum started to hit the back of your throat, making it a bit harder not to gag. But the sounds that slipped from his mouth fueled you even more. You felt proud, hearing how much he was enjoying himself. You almost felt a bit disappointed as he pulled you off of him by your hair, causing you to whine loudly.

“Aw, don’t worry, kitten,” He says, patting your head, “We aren’t done yet. Why don’t you lay down and let me take care of you? You’ve been such a good girl.”

You do as you're told, without saying anything. As you had gotten into the mode you were in, playing the role of Heisenberg’s pet, talking seemed unnatural. It felt right to listen to his commands, obeying him like a dog. So you laid on your back, spread out and completely bare. And you couldn’t hold back the yelp as he grabbed your hips and yanked you roughly to the edge of the bed, so that as he kneeled in front of you, his face was entirely level with your pussy.

You saw that glint in his eyes again as his warm breath hit your already dripping core. You were getting reckless, trying to inch your way closer to speed up the process, only for his grip to tighten on your waist, holding you in place. He had an iron grip on you, and you were thankful for that as he licked a broad stripe up across your pussy before diving in, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit.

You were practically screaming his name as swirled his tongue around your clit with dexterity you didn’t think was even possible to possess. His hands were definitely leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises on your hips, but at least they were holding you in place as you involuntarily started to buck your hips and arch your back. You could feel the knot tightening in your abdomen, your hands ripping the sheets so hard you were a bit worried that you were going to tear them. He slid a finger into you, hitting at just the right angle to make you squeal. You honestly couldn’t think of a time that someone had made you come undone quite so fast, but you certainly weren’t complaining as the tangled nerves in the pit of your stomach finally seemed to snap.

Karl had to admire you as you came, your head thrown back and your legs shaking. Your skin was practically glimmering from the thin layer of sweat that was already clinging to it. He couldn’t help the pride that flooded into his chest as you started to come down from your high looking absolutely destroyed. He wasn’t done yet, but he was glad to see he had it in him to affect you this much.

He slowly stepped back, his eyes never leaving you as you laid on the bed, trying to catch your breath. He made sure to lock eyes with you as he slowly stripped the rest of his clothes off, layer by layer. By the time you recovered, he was finally taking off his necklaces, dropping them onto the pile he had made with the rest of his clothing. Despite his strength, he wasn’t exactly ripped. His arms were fairly muscular and defined, but he had a bit of squish around his stomach. His body was coated in a layer of body hair, the bits of silver shining in the dim light of the room you were in.

He was attractive in the rugged way that made it make sense that he smelled like metal and cigar smoke as he crawled on top of you, keeping pace as you inch yourself further up the bed. It was only once you had settled into place that he leaned down, kissing you feverishly. It escalated with every second, the hand that he wasn’t using to support his body weight roamed your body. It wasn’t long until his hand was moving your legs, angling your hips to make it easier for him to line himself up with your entrance.

He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to slowly push himself into you, watching your reaction as you slowly adjusted to his width and length. It didn’t take you long to adjust, though, and he could tell when you did. He started off slow. It surprised you how gentle he was being, but you didn’t mind at first. Before long, though, you were craving more. You wanted him to use your body.

“Please,” You whined, “Harder.”

He grinned a bit at your begging, recalling your declaration that you wouldn’t beg. He honestly couldn’t tell what part he enjoyed more, the win he had earned or seeing you beneath him, begging for him. Either way, he wasn’t going to deny you what you wanted.

So he leaned back, shifting his weight to his knees so that he could grab your ankles. He pinned your legs to your chest. As he slammed into you, much harder than before, you could tell just how much the angle had changed. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as he continued to thrust into you. Your moans got louder, and he started to groan a bit too, cursing under his breath as his thrusts got a bit uneven.

“Fuck, kitten,” he breathed into your ear as he leaned down, your legs on his shoulders. You could feel him twitching inside of you, getting close to his own ending, “You’re such a good girl.”

You couldn’t help yourself as your hands moved to scratch down his back, digging your nails in as deeply as you could. He responded by biting into the same place he had earlier, a bit of blood from before sticking to the corners of his mouth. With a few more rough thrusts, his teeth sinking a little bit deeper into your shoulder, he finished. And the two of you both started to relax.

After a few seconds of you both catching your breath, he pulled away, rolling to the side so that he could comfortably lay on his back next to you. It was an awkward few moments, both of you laying there in near silence, only for him to break it with, “We should probably get that bite cleaned up, huh? My bad, pet. I forget how fragile you are sometimes.”

And with that he got up, moving to gently take care of you. He cleaned up your bite mark, and helped you clean between your shaky legs with a damp washcloth. It was a whole new side of him as he helped clean you off, making sure that he hadn’t been hurt too badly. And after a few minutes, when you had been cleaned enough that you weren’t actively uncomfortable, he climbed back into bed and wordlessly pulled you into his chest.

(A/N: So... um. I'm sorry for this. This is my second smut ever and I needed to get a bit... self-indulgent so my brain would stfu.)

[otgwbgyu]

kay so basically this is what sarah’s mom said onfacebook regarding me and my friends. yep.

like okay subtweeting us on a social media platform where we won’t even know abt it and continuing to shame r parents when it’s obvious UR the one who needs shaming! 😹😹 leave the gossiping in highschool no one gives a SHITTT

one scroll through my account and it is clear that i am NOTTT the problem lady (nor r any of my friends but proof for that will come later!)

my only issue with sarah was not only her inability to take a joke and philosophical/analytical nature but the fact she saw me as competition in academics and style

she constantly demeaned my own abilities to make hers seem better and would make a point to brag abt her study skills and allat to me personally

and it wasn’t only in academics IT WAS THROUGH STYLE. THROUGH STYLE

tell me why this year she decides to pink everything up, put cute stickers on everything, and all of a sudden CLAIM mymelody as her own??? like EXCUSE ME????

ngl take inspo off me im flattered or wtv but jesus christ it was like looking in a mirror sometimes

it’s a shame she couldn’t copy my personality idk if it’d make it any better completely that’s up for others to decide but definitely would’ve made it better in certain areas!!!

like pink is MY thing my melody is MY thing u can develop ur style however u want but don’t go around trying to impersonate me and take shticks away from me that have been mine for YEARS

you’ll never be a young child year old with a pink and purple bedroom obsessed with girly things with a tomboy mom and sister who thinks she’s a tomboy and a dad who is a man struggling to express her girliness bc no one in the family has or wants experience in that

i’m girly i like makeup i like pink i like my melody but i like them in a way you’ll never understand

idc if i’m being petty or gatekeeping or being a bitch i finally find comfort in expressing my style only for u to pick it up and make a cheap copy off of it and try to dethrone me like NOOO BITCH i’m not even gonna offer to share

like thx for taking inspo ill gladly have that happen but when u try to claim it as ur own and put yourself in a position that it makes it look like i either copied YOU or im not as girly as u then that’s when the issues arises

and oh my god she was SO fucking condescending like sooo condescending

she always bragged abt her studious habits and acted like a fucking teachers pet know it all

mrs engle was passive towards u BC SHE DGAFFF. NO ONE DOES. WAKE UP. IM SICK OF HOES LIKE U IM SO DONEEE

am i obsessively stupids? hell yeah. but for the same reasons as sarah? hell NO

it’s obvious she behaves that way to give herself a sense of superiority and through that she gains confidence and motivation in striving to do better than everyone else instead of wanting to succeed for her own good

she speaks with a fancy and advanced vocabulary to sound smart and intimating especially in discussions (particularly ones that started out as light-hearted that she turned srs)

i get studious and form strict study habits because i have extreme anxiety over my future and crave academic validation from adults and people who will be defending my future and even myself. i strive to succeed for myself since i want to get through life smoothly and have a way to support myself while also pursuing something i love (meteorology!!)

i speak in an advanced vocabulary bc that’s how i’ve always been. i have a mom who went to college and works in a field that requires her to be word-savvy and that reflects into her daily life therefore impacting me since i grew up attached to her hip basically. i talk like this bc of the way i was raised and out of habit, not to make others feel dumb or intimidated. and at least im actually self aware and still try to tone it down to not appear that way

she was rlly so convinced she was morally superior than everyone but no ur the opposite

and her constant talk abt calories and nutrition always irked me and made me feel sooo uncomfortable and i think why is very obvious by ONE small peek at this account ☺️☺️ like i get wanting to pursue.a healthy lifestyle good for u man i’m proud of u and ur weight loss journey but it seemed like it made her feel superior to everyone and she just HAD to voice it. like openly saying “that has too many calories” and counting calories out LOUD to ppl who r eating the same exact food? evil shit. like idc what ur intentions r bc nobody would do that unless they’re trying to seem healthier and make others feel guilty. the evilest shit u can do is make ppl feel insecure abt their body/intake when it’s obvious u needed that ur entire life

and she’d always make me feel bad abt mine? like it’s obvious i’m not the skinniest but im not FAT…. like girl believe it or not im 102 lbs😭 (my weight fluctuates from 100-105 lbs regularly it’s SO strange) idc if i don’t look like it i just have unfortunate fat distribution THAT U WENT OUT OF UR WAY TO MAKE FUN OF DESPITE KNOING I WAS ISNECURE

u pinched my cheeks chin and upper arms KNOWING. KNOWING I WAS ISNECURE ABT THOSE!!! i’ve literally cried over that shit and u still have the audacity to do all that. insecure ass bitch projecting ur own insecurities onto me and making ME feel like shit

ur just mad ur bmi’s in a different TIMELINE than mine even tho im not super skinny

and she even made fun of my workout gear…. 😭 calling it weak ash. girl ik ur lifting 10lb bags of rice 10x before u devour the entire things and call it a day bc those biceps r SHITTT

like this is u but w fat okay pipe down

plus i only work out for health reasons bc MY ENTIRE LOWER BODY IS FUCKED UP!!! i’m gonna have chronic knee hip and ankle pain for the rest of my life unless i keep them strengthened!! and i even have an issue that’s impossible to fix that i’ll have to work around!! so stfu u don’t know shit abt my life. although maybe i dabble in weight loss workout a bit but it doesn’t take a lot and extreme equipment unlike u

and the fact she totally blew us off freshman year?? 😭😭 like girl do NOTTT try u tried it once in middle school bc u refused to believe ur bsf was toxic and victimized him and yourself and painted us as evil toxic villains but when u were all alone DESPITE us still reaching and including u especially when u we’re going thru shit BC WE (at least i did) GENUINELY LIKED U u ran crying back to us bc u had no friends and still needed company 🥰🥰 and ykw i WANT to let u off on this bc i don’t think ppl r required to stay friends with ppl for the rest of their lives but it’s the fact u left with NO communication and tried to COMPLEYELY ignore all of us?!?! like during orientation when u were the only person i knew in r group ofc id try to stick by u but u just blew me off?? and then i saw u talking to katelyn and others later??? like hello?????? and the fact katelyn and i r now closer than you’ve ever been LMAOO sucks to suck fuckass loser AND WE’RE NOT EVEN THAT CLOSE WE JUST FRIENDLY but wahh wahh u realized h can’t make new friends bc ur so unlikeable like clockwork u came running back to the only ppl who put up w ur shit and look where it got u. history alwaysss repeats itself huh. and the fact she randomly inserted herself back. no explanation, no apology, just acted like everything was gucci and cool LIKE???? mf u ignored us for monthsss and all of a sudden ur trying to act like ur part of the team…. make it make sense juseyo

and back to the bungee situation…. not her trying to tell me how to feel abt bungee LMAOOO

THAT MF MADE ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF SLASH SRS SLASH GEN I DO NOOOOT GAF ABT HOW HE WOULD FEEL IF HE HEARD ALK THE SHIT WE SAID BEHIND HIS BACK 😭😭😭

he made me and so many others feel miserable for yearsss he can take a couple of comments and teasing he’ll never hear dw abt him 😭 and when she’d play along w the fat jokes like ouh throwing stones in glass houses i see

it’s just so fucking astounding that she rlly thought she could tell me to consider the feelings of a sick bully who never once had the compassion to feel abt mine even tho we were friends for 2 years. baffling. like y r u defending someone we dropped AGES AGOOO over ME. SOMEONE WHO HAS SHOWED U NOTHING BUT KINDNESS AND RESPECT. SOMEONE WHO IS STILL A GREAT FRIEND WHO TOLERATES UR BULLSHIT.

ugh and not her arrogance. this kinda goes hand in hand w her condescending attitude. but like she used to be so meek and shy and like that made me sad i wanted to see her express herself i wanted to see her be more comfortable but it seems like she did gain some confidence but took it too far. u give them an inch they’ll go a mile ig

i even wrote a poem for my summer reading abt her LMAOOO i compared her to icarus bc she rlly did fly too close to the sun w all that huh 😓😓

and the fact she was actively pushing me away and honestly did not gaf abt me for the last couple of months we were friends lmao

she came running to me to find peace as if r dm’s weren’t a barren wasteland bc she didn’t bother to respond to my texts or continue conversations yet would jump to respond to ANY notification from the gc as long as it wasn’t me (and weirdly rissa. idk why sarah didn’t like her either ill have to think abt that. maybe she saw her as a threat somehow bc rissa is basically the one who woke everybody up😭)

but yeah i made an entry/post abt a specific event where i responded to something and she was soo unenthusiastic but when i think ava responded she was sooo excited and joyous and full of glee and whimsy i just had to laugh bc at least don’t make it look obvious lmfaoo

and the fact she brushed off the anniversary art 🫠 like ok not only is it art that takes a LONG time to do and was quite literally a GIFT for u but i created that thing while actively hating ur guts u should be grateful it’s at least decent bc i could’ve just straight up have not done it 😊 and i was close to! if only i knew ur ungrateful ass wouldn’t be phase one single bit. bc of that every piece of poetry you’ve written is trash and mediocre at best and u should give that dream up and live ur life working in a cubicle from 9-5 calling random ppl to sell a product while barely making enough to support yourself

it’s like she knew i still liked her bc i was the only one who actively reached out to her when she tried to separate herself both times and was there for me when she was in the psych ward and stuff but once she realized she successfully got back in she didn’t need to use me as a link and could live on her own. she’s like a nasty parasite who took advantage of my kindness and pity and when she didn’t need it anymore she pushed me away to get closer to others who were more “cool” and ppl she knew she wasn’t that close with

basically: she hated my guts and saw me as competition for whatever reason, and i hated her as well! making it mutual! this friendship was destined to fail the minute her ego skyrocketed and idk if it’s salvageable at all. everytime i see her i still get so angry and feel all the emotions i did any time she made a snarky remark or tried to pull some of her typical shit

in conclusion FUCK SARAH!!! FUCK ALL THAT!!!!

fuq all dat “silent treatment” and “lack of communication

[fuck-customers]

A fuck coworkers. I had to cover someone’s opening morning shift and was told by my coworker there would be a new trainee. Cool beans that’s whatever, but the whole time my coworker is showing her things she’s also pointing out minuet things I’m doing (for instance opening a box in the back w a knife instead of scissors, like that matters) and trying to act like “see that? Don’t do that, listen to me - they’re stupid”. I never work with this person, I’m usually on the night/closing shifts and they only ever do days. Bear with me, this has a point, but most of the night workers agree people who only work during the day don’t understand how busy it gets for us, bc they don’t. This place stays open til 3am, the morning workers will usually only stay until abt 3pm and then clock off completely avoiding the late lunch and dinner rush - I’ve had morning shifts get busy but never as much as night ones. Because of this, a lot of the morning workers hate how we operate, going more for fast and efficient then meticulous and “by the book”. So, knowing that, it makes more sense why she’s on my ass about everything. At one point she’s telling the trainee how to cook the burgers - saying to cook the patties once in the oven and then move to the grill. I add that you can put them in the oven twice instead also and then leave them to run through the pizza oven to melt cheese on top ect. I didn’t say this in an “actually that’s wrong” or demeaning way at all, just like an add on.

My coworker turns to me and starts saying in the most condescending way; “I’m sorry who’s the supervisor? Are you the supervisor? Who’s worked here longer? You or me?” And I was fucking shocked. She may have worked there longer, but I’ve still been employed a fair while too and don’t deserve to get talked down to like I’ve only been there a goddamn week - and even if I were new you don’t just talk down to colleagues regardless of position, there’s a thing thing called fucking respect, I’d get it if I was being an asshole but I literally didn’t say anything against her. Not only that, but we were told it was both of our jobs to do the training, not just hers, but she parades around like she’s the queen of the shop and to disregard everything I try to say.

She starts going on this tirade about how doing it like I suggested doesn’t cook the patties all the way through - despite the fact it does and several other workers do the exact same thing and we’ve never once had any complaints. Started bitching about how doing it “half assed” and “quick” wasn’t the way to go and saying stuff like “I know you guys like to just set things down and leave them during the night shift, but that’s not the way we work here”. Like, ex-fucking-scuse you? We don’t ‘leave things sit’ we’re fucking busy, we need to be able to have multiple things cooking at once without having to baby sit one thing at a time, the hands free approach is easier for us bc it lets us get more shit done in the small intervals between customers we have. She took issue with every fucking thing I did because I was in “work fast and efficient mode” cause I’m used to having very little time to do things. During nights on my own I don’t have time to measure out every ingredient to its exact gram, or slowly do prep work so it’s perfect. No one wants there food to be perfect if it’s gonna take an 20 extra fucking minutes to make. I’m glad the bitch only does day work, I’ve only had to work with her one time previously and the whole experience reminded me why I fucking hated it and am glad I do nights and never have to interact with her.

[divinerulerluvr]

Teenage Dirtbag

Suggested by anonymous - Tate Langdon? I can’t find anything new of Tate smut so could you write one? Pre-death maybeee and the plot idc just anything hella kinky

warnings - knife play, fear play, breeding kink, degrading kink, tate has a god complex, mean pre-death tate since he’s on coke during this period, angry sex

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Loud rock music plays as Tate paces his room. I sit back on his bed, watching him throw his little fit. “I hate her. She wants me to be so fucking perfect. News flash, it’s fucking impossible,” he complains, his features coated in anger.

I just hum in response, keeping up the facade that i’m actually interested. He always complained about his mother and how she had such high expectations for him since he was “normal” compared to his other siblings.

Don’t get me wrong, i’m on his side in this situation. But that doesn’t mean i want to hear him whine and yell about it all the time. It’s gotten worse now that his mom’s new boyfriend, Larry, is trying to act like a father to him.

Tate hates that.

“Are you listening?” he asks, stopping in front of me as he looks down at me. I look into his eyes, a blank expression on my face as he studies my face. The corner of his lip twitches with anger before he reaches down and grabs me by my neck, squeezing firm at the sides.

I whimper softly, the tight grip on my neck keeping me still and at his mercy. He huffs, letting go of me, causing me to fall back onto the bed i was sitting on. “Get undressed,” he demands, stepping back from me and going over to his desk where he cuts up some pills into a fine powder and snorts it up his nose.

Coke always made him aggressive. Not in an abusive way, just in a rough and dangerous way.

I don’t follow his orders, staying unmoving on the bed as i watch his movements carefully. He turns back to face me, his eyes darkening as he sees me still dressed. He huffs, reaching over to his desk to grab a switchblade knife that had a handle decorated with skulls.

He walks to me, pushing me onto the bed so i’m laying on my back before hooking the sharp blade under my tee shirt and ripping it clean down the middle. I’d be lying if i said i wasn’t insanely turned on right now.

Tate pulls the now ruined scraps of the shirt off of me, leaving me in my bra and my skirt. I exhale shakily, the feral and ravenous look in his dark brown eyes making my core soaked. He hooks the knife under the thin part of the middle of my bra, cutting it easily and discarding it as well.

A smug, sadistic smirk spreads on his lips as he runs the flat side of the blade through the valley of my breasts and down my stomach, ending at the waistband of my skirt. I exhale softly, hoping he doesn’t catch on to my arousal.

“It’s so cute when you purposely disobey me, doll. It makes the consequences so much better,” he comments, slipping his fingers under the waistband of both my skirt and underwear before snatching them quickly off of me.

I squirm, the cold air hitting my entirely exposed skin, giving me goosebumps. My heart beats out of my chest, and i almost think for a second he can hear it. He moves the knife over where my heart is, pushing the very tip of the blade just barely into my skin.

A hopeless whimper leaves my lips as i look at him with wide eyes. “Are you scared?” he asks, his breath fanning my face. I shake my head softly. He smiles, his eyes falling down to the knife that pierces my skin just slightly.

“You should be,” he retorts. I hold my breath, not daring to move a single muscle as he runs the cold blade up my chest and over the curve of my neck to trace my jaw with the sharp edge. I move my head away from the blade instinctively, triggering something in him. 

He gets on top of me, using one hand to pin my hands together above my head. “You’re just a stupid, little girl who relies on me to make all her decisions and yet you continue, time and time again, to ignore my words and warnings,” he degrades, speaking lowly to intimidate or scare me.

And it’s working.

“Say, ‘You own me, Tate. You’re my god’,” he demands. I swallow thickly, my eyes watering just barely out of fear. “You own me, Tate. You’re my god,” i repeat back to him as honestly as i could say.

He smiles, running his hand down my stomach and squeezing my thigh before running his fingers through my wet cunt. He hums softly, a proud and cocky smile on his lips. “Of course my useless, dumb brat gets wet at the thought of being killed by me,” he tsks.

I moan softly, my eyes closed tight as he plays with my clit. I buck my hips forward, my hands balling into fists so that my nails sink into the flesh of my palms. He pulls his hands from my center, leaning back and letting go of my wrists to undress himself.

As he strips, i roll my wrists around, appreciating the freedom. I know for sure that there will be bruises there tomorrow. Tate gets back on top of me, my legs spread out on either side of him as he settles down.

He lines himself up with my entrance, not even giving me a minute before slamming into me roughly. I cry out softly, my chest heaving as his tip hits my g-spot perfectly. He starts a steady thrusting rhythm, snapping his hips back and forth roughly, each thrust punctuated with an animalistic groan from his mouth.

My moans were soft and quiet, more like heavy pants as i tried to stay quiet in fear that his mom or siblings would hear us. It was always a fear of mine. Tate, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about them.

His hands go to my neck, using both to choke me. He pushes some of his weight into the hold, wanting to leave a bruise for tomorrow when we go to school. His dick continues moving in and out of me, causing intense waves of pleasure to rush over me.

He knew how to fuck, and he knew it well.

One of the best parts of sex with Tate was his comments. “Sluts like you deserve fucking nothing,” he growls, his eyes dead on mine and his voice deep. I whimper, biting my lower lip. “That’s right. Just get more turned on by me telling you what a pathetic toy you are,”

I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him close to me as i try my best to muffle my moans. He removes his hands from my neck, hooking his arm under my back and flipping me around so i’m face down, ass up on the bed.

His hands dig into my hips as he starts fucking me again. Even rougher than before. I let out a soft cry, my moans sounding pathetic to my own ears and i’m the one making the noise. One of his hands slides up the curve of my spine, his fingers tangling into my messy hair and pulling at it.

I mewl quietly, my walls contracting tight around his dick as he uses me like a sex doll. And i was perfectly fine with it, too. My knees go weak and i find myself relying on his grip on my waist to keep me up.

“Look at you, fucking dripping like the pathetic little thing you are,” he demeans with a snarl. I continue to let him use and abuse my body. He smacks my ass hard, making me arch my back from the heated sting the strike left in its wake. 

It doesn’t take much longer for him to make me cum. 

I moan a bit louder than i’d like, my walls tightening like crazy as my legs shake under me. His hand reaches around and grabs my throat, the loss of blood to my head only enhancing the euphoria of my orgasm even more.

He follows soon after, cumming inside of me without a care. He fucks me through my orgasm, overstimulating me as his cum drips out of me. He had a very severe breeding kink. He pulls me so that my back is flush against his chest and his chin rests on my shoulder.

Tate pushes my hair to my opposite shoulder, placing a few soft butterfly kisses to my neck and jawline. “You’ve always been my good girl, y/n,” he praises, running his hand down my side. I smile, sighing softly at the comment.

“I love you,” i say. 

“Yeah, doll. ‘Course you do,”