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[cordiallyfuturedwight]

rapline in their solo eras for @raplinenthusiasts ✰

[4barbatos]

❝ good girl syndrome ❞

✦ pairing: albedo x fem!reader

✦ rating: explicit [18+]

✦ word count: 1.8k .ᐟ

✦ summary:

he breaks you down piece by piece, wrapping control in tenderness. you don’t know where pain ends and his love begins — only that resisting him makes him want you more.

✦ content warning:

dubcon, manipulative dynamics, reader is mentally ill, reader is in a foggy/dazed state, soft coercion, gaslighting, medication tampering (implication of non-consensual drug use), emotional dependency, psychological control, power imbalance, praise kink (“good girl”), possessiveness, nonverbal hesitation, consent confusion, somno-adjacent behavior (not explicitly asleep but mentally checked out), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, aftercare with ulterior motives, albedo is not safe™

✦ author’s note:

wrote this for my wife @vvallent1ne :3

this is my very first smut (and honestly kinda my first fic ever). i’ve always been more of a reader than a writer, but after years of devouring other people’s work (lol), i wanted to try writing something myself 🥹

constructive criticism is super welcome — just please be nice, i’m fragile 😭💗

you wake up drenched, sheets clinging to your hips — twisted, damp, uncomfortably warm. sweat cools slow at the nape of your neck, sticky and thick, mixing with the haze of dreams you can’t quite hold onto. everything aches — like your body’s been moving without you, like your mind got left behind. your head feels foggy. heavy. like it’s been held underwater too long.

you try to move but the stiffness in your muscles reminds you how little sleep you really got.

this isn’t new. the nights have been like this lately — hazy, broken, your thoughts slipping away just as you reach for them. you never know if you took your meds before bed, or if you just forgot entirely. sometimes it’s hard to keep track of the days, the hours, yourself.

albedo has been there, always hovering somewhere near the edges of your fractured mornings. not just a friend, not quite something else, but something you don’t fully understand — someone who knows the parts of you that you try to hide even from yourself.

he’s not what you’d call gentle — more like pressure that never lets up. but he’s always there. steady hands, steady voice, steady ruin.

this morning is no different.

“morning” he says, his voice low, almost soft, but there’s an edge beneath it — a quiet warning hidden behind the tenderness.

his eyes catch the empty pill bottle on the bedside table without needing to ask, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

he slides onto the bed beside you, his fingers threading through your damp hair, tugging your face toward him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. his breath is warm on your skin, and his gaze burns with an intensity that makes your chest tighten.

“you’re restless again” he murmurs, voice smooth like silk. “you don’t have to fight it. i’ll keep you steady.”

his hand slides down your ribs, settling possessively on your hip. you want to pull away—but your body won’t let you.

you don’t want to.

the haze clouds your mind — confusion folding into something darker, something sharper and far more dangerous.

he leans down, lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your ear, whispering, “i’m the only one who knows what you need.”

his fingers tighten slightly, claiming you like a secret.

you taste the salt of your own fear, mingled with something electric that leaves you trembling.

because you don’t remember the last time you said no.

his hand slips beneath the waistband of your clothes, fingers ghosting over the heated skin beneath. your breath catches — shallow, quick — your body responding before your mind can catch up, every nerve alive despite the fog clouding your thoughts. the pill bottle lies forgotten now — empty, just like everything else he’s taken from you.

he leans down, lips trailing along your jaw, a whisper against your skin. “you don’t have to hide from me.”

your body trembles, the haze swirling around your thoughts as his fingers press lower, tracing the delicate curve of your hip, sliding beneath the fabric. your breath hitches, a knot of want and hesitation tightening in your stomach.

you try to pull away, the last flickers of resistance burning like flames. but his touch is steady, insistent.

before you can find the words, his fingers part you gently, exploring with slow, deliberate pressure.

his fingers don’t stop. one slips inside you, slow and probing, and despite the fog curling in your brain, your body tightens around him — a reflex you don’t control. you try to pull away, a soft whimper escaping your lips. “albedo… please…”

his fingers don’t stop.

one pushes deeper, slow and careful, dragging along your walls in a way that makes your thighs twitch and your breath stutter. the resistance in your voice melts into something breathy, pleading — but not for him to stop.

“albedo… i don’t…” you try again, weak, words tangled in your throat.

he kisses the corner of your mouth, hand still working between your legs, fingers moving in a rhythm that makes it impossible to think straight. “you’re doing so well” he whispers. “your body always knows what it needs, even if your mind tries to resist it.”

he curls his fingers just right and your hips jerk before you can stop yourself. shame floods your chest.

“you don’t have to be scared” he murmurs, voice sweet and cruel all at once. “i’ll be gentle. i always am, aren’t i?”

you barely have the strength to nod.

the moment you do, he withdraws his hand — wet with you, glistening in the low light — and licks his fingers clean like he’s tasting something he made himself. like he’s savoring it. savoring you.

you blink up at him, dazed, and he’s already pushing your legs apart again, slow and reverent.

“good” he murmurs, unbuckling his belt, voice turning velvet. “let me give you more. let me make you feel full.”

you whimper, legs instinctively trying to close, but his hands hold you open with quiet, terrifying patience.

“you can take it” he says, lining himself up, cock brushing hot and heavy against your slick entrance. “you always do.”

before you can form a protest, he pushes in — slow, steady, relentless.

you gasp — he’s thick, stretching you open inch by inch, your walls fluttering helplessly around him. your body betrays you, slick and ready in ways your mind hasn’t caught up with.

albedo moans softly at the feeling, burying himself deeper. “so tight” he breathes, like it’s a gift. “so perfect like this… molded to me.”

he bottoms out with a final roll of his hips, stealing the air from your lungs. you shake beneath him, too full, too sensitive, too overwhelmed to move.

his lips brush your temple. “that’s it. just like that. don’t fight it.”

and you don’t.

you can’t.

you press your palms weakly against his chest, barely a push, the last thread of protest in your body.

“albedo, stop…” you breathe, voice strained, watery, caught somewhere between fear and guilt. “this isn’t… it doesn’t feel right.”

he freezes for just a heartbeat. his expression barely shifts, but something flickers in his eyes — not guilt. not remorse.

control.

his hands slide to your waist, stroking softly, grounding you as he stays buried deep inside. he leans in close, forehead pressing to yours like a lover, lips ghosting over your skin with a tenderness that twists your chest into aching knots.

“you’re confused” he whispers, soothing, like he’s rocking you through a nightmare. “it’s just the meds, the exhaustion… you always get like this when you forget how much you need me.”

you shake your head, barely. “but i didn’t — i didn’t say yes—”

he hushes you, thumb brushing your cheek. “you didn’t say no, either. and your body… sweetheart, look at how you’re clinging to me.”

shame blooms hot and heavy in your chest. your walls flutter around him with every tiny shift, holding him in like you don’t want to let go. your thighs tremble, slick and open. even now, even through the panic, part of you aches for more.

he smiles — a soft, cruel curl of lips.

“there you are” he breathes, rocking his hips once, gentle but firm, and you gasp, back arching as he grinds against that sweet spot inside you. “you’re okay. i’m here. i’m the only one who’s ever taken care of you like this, remember?”

“good girl” he murmurs low, lips brushing your skin, voice thick with something possessive and proud. “you’re doing so well for me.”

you want to argue, scream, claw your way out — but his hands are warm, his voice soft, and your mind is a fogged-up mirror where your own thoughts can’t find their reflection.

“you don’t have to think anymore” he murmurs, lips brushing your neck. “i’ll do that for you.”

he starts moving again — slow and deep — like he’s sinking his name into you, like he’s making sure you never forget who you belong to.

and all you can do is cry his name.

his pace never falters. he fucks you like it’s a ritual, like every thrust rewires something inside you, slow enough to draw out the torment, deep enough to touch where you can’t reach. your nails drag across his back — not in pleasure, not quite in protest — just a helpless twitch, the last echo of whatever will you had left.

your climax hits like a betrayal. it takes you by surprise, your body clenching around him with a broken sob, muscles locking and trembling. he shushes you through it, praises you. tells you how proud he is. how sweet you feel when you give in.

he follows just after, burying himself as deep as he can, groaning low in your ear as he fills you, thick and warm and overwhelming. it’s too much — spilling out of you, seeping into the sheets, into the part of you that still remembers shame.

you don’t remember how long it lasts — how long he holds you down, whispering soft praises between thrusts, how long your body trembles beneath him until the air tastes like salt and heat and nothing else.

when it’s over, your limbs feel like lead. too heavy to move. your eyes sting. your throat is sore from whatever half-formed protests you made before your voice gave out.

he kisses your cheek, your temple, your jaw — treating you like something sacred he just finished breaking.

you’re still full of him when he pulls out, slow and careful, holding your hips still as your body twitches from oversensitivity. his cock slips free with a quiet wet sound, and you flinch.

he hushes you like a lullaby.

“shhh. it’s alright now” albedo murmurs, already reaching for a cloth to wipe between your legs, movements disturbingly gentle. “i know it was a little too much. you always get overwhelmed when you don’t take the right dosage.”

you blink at the ceiling, dazed. “i didn’t forget” you whisper, paper-thin.

he pauses — just a second too long — then smiles. “mm. must’ve mixed the bottles again. it’s okay. that’s why i keep track for you, remember?”

he moves your hair out of your face, fingers slow and careful, like he’s tidying up something he owns. “you’re so good for me. you did so well. you let me help you.”

his words are warm, loving even, but they feel like cotton stuffed in your mouth — suffocating in their softness.

you try to sit up, but your muscles give out. he presses you back down gently.

“don’t strain yourself” he says, adjusting the blanket over your bare skin. “you need rest.”

your hands tremble. “i didn’t want that.”

he stills.

for a moment, the air turns colder. sharper.

then he smiles again — softer this time — like he’s sorry for you, not for what he did.

“i know” he says, brushing his fingers down your cheek. “that’s why i had to do it. you weren’t thinking clearly. i had to help.”

you want to scream.

but you’re so tired.

so fucking tired.

he kisses your forehead like a reward.

and when he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your half-numb body close, you let him.

because your mind can’t fight.

and your heart’s already forgotten what safety feels like.

“sleep” he murmurs, holding you close. “i’ll be here when you wake up. i always am.”

and he is.

every time.

[rocketbirdie]

i think cloud strife should have more stupid outfits to wear on the beach

[cacartoon]

I was working on an introduction mini comic for something I’m gonna do and I just wanna acknowledge just how small my element soldiers are

Look at Hydrogen compared to literal humans

TINY

[skadoodle-with-extra-ification]

Tango from @watcheraurora's fic: King's Tide!

HIGHLY recommend this fic!!! Honestly WatcherAurora is one of my favorite ranchers writers EVER!!!

Tango's showing off his amazing swimming skills for his pretty human lol wheeee backflips!

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

(Small, frivolous rant incoming, apologies)

One thing I wish the Destiny fandom did more of was dabble in the utter horror this universe holds, especially when it comes to portraying the vile atrocities committed by many of the cosmic level characters.

Destiny‘s T rating holds it back so much in my opinion (but it still manages to lay down excellent foundations for horror and more mature themes!!) and I really wish there was more fan works that explored the unimaginable tragedies that occur in lore!!

When you really dwell on the scale of many of the disasters that happen in lore, it really dawns on you just how sinister and monstrous many of the larger villains are. Antagonists like Eramis are much more grounded, certainly not saints though, but some of the antagonists we have encounter are truly odious in their behaviors, even if they are deluded into thinking what they are doing is correct (like the Osmium siblings ravaging whole star systems in pursuit of the sword).

For example, it’s no secret that I LOATHE the Witness like no other. This wicked entity has me fighting bile at the mere thought of it and I truly think the way it delivers cruelty with such a sense of compassion and righteousness to be the most stomach wrenching form of being baneful. I could not think of an entitlement more deplorable than the Witness‘ and it’s existence is a travesty that has caused irreparable harm that spans EONS.

Yet, in my experience, I never see much content that taps into the horrors experienced by those touched by the Witness and its pawns, such as the Noesis and humanity during the collapse. There are INCREDIBLE artistic and written works that tap into the psychological horrors of exos and the unethical hell Clovis was putting people through, but not as many on the more cosmic horrors from what I have seen!!

This may just be a me thing and the personal reasons why I want the Witness put under a hydraulic press speaking, but I often see plenty of depictions of the Witness being uncharacteristically soft and having deeper feelings towards its disciples, but works about its vengeful rage, simple mindedness, violation of the autonomy of others, and predatory grooming are quite barren.

I wish to see just how HEINOUS it is displayed in all its turpitude and how it leaves a festering rot on everything and everyone it touches. I love the Witness because it is so evil in it‘s actions and my heart SINGS any time I see people tap into the trauma it causes, especially for characters like Rhulk or Savathûn!!

There is so much room for exploring just how vast the Destiny universe is when you decenter perpetrators in stories and focus on the incomprehensible number of victims.

Destiny genuinely has a character running around with the title „The Final God of Pain“ haunting people and refusing to permanently die, but there is only so much a T rated game can do and I feel like Destiny enjoyers can go beyond what’s in game in such creative ways!! Just thinking of the fall of Torobatl has me going „Wow, I’m actually so sick to my stomach, I need to honor Caiatl and really capture the pain of such an event!“

The latest lore on the Qugu? My chest HURTS.

Some of the hive experimentations? The hive in general? Hell is not hot enough for what the Witness lead them into.

But you know what they say, be the change you want to see in the world! Create the content you want to enjoy and promote the content you do enjoy!! I wish to dabble into the darker areas of lore, and of course, promote Witness hatred any chance I get!! Hopefully I get more time to write about these things and really value the work the Destiny writers have put into portraying such strong feelings of loss time and time again!!

And also!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read The Garden‘s Witness by Titanmaster_117 !!! ESPECIALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER, I COULD RANT ABOUT THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF PROSE ALL DAY, IT GENUINELY MADE ME CRY!! PROMOTE THE CONTENT YOU ENJOY ALL DAY, EVERYDAY!!

But this is just something I’ve been thinking for some time now. This isn’t condemning anyone in the fandom or saying there is an issue, just a desire I would love to see (and hopefully fulfill if I ever get back into writing for Destiny!) If you guys have any recommendations for Destiny works that are horrific, focus on themes of loss and devastation, or hate on the Witness, feel free to mention them so other people can find them!!

Not enough Witness hate going around for my liking… this looks like a job for me.

[hughesapalooza]

so fascinated by the prevalence of archiving in sports fandom

[strawglicks]

Holly can be quite critical

[jewelulu]

“This girl…”

“Who is she?…”

Taglist: @skriblee-ksk @taruruchi @scint1llat3 @thehollowwriter

[germesthegenie]

Considering I’ll probably need it for when I get back to reading Ward Arc 12, here’s a try at a Foil design

Outfit heavily inspired by a game I’ve been playing for the past week (hence the lack of posts lol). If you can guess which game uhh I’ll draw a Worm/Ward character of your choice ig (pre-Ward Arc 12 pls)

[scribblue]

Remi [DR oc] voice claim ✨️

*pats Remi's head* this bad boy can fit so much projection in him [Jim Hawkins is so me when I]

[cacartoon]

Table Salt

[seizethedeansofproduction]

they're like the Beatles for people obsessed with one specific aspect of pop culture

[mihstar]

wish there was enough fics and active writers in this app to satisfy my crush on edmund pevensie

[cacartoon]

Patreon’s Elemental Forces Wallpaper

Thanks you patrons for giving permission to share :)

[mutantamoebas]

A Princess Celestia redesign because I had mlp brain rot for two ish weeks.

I’ve also got significant notes of ideas for au elements outside of this stuff lol