#cw: manipulation

[lordtardigrade]

Warnings for manipulation and gaslighting but…. Price replacing your ADHD meds with fake pills then gaslighting you that nothings changed, maybe you’re just not meant for things like… you know- a job, paying the bills, stuff like that.

After all, he doesn’t mind having his wife occasionally wandering around confused and unable to think or having bursts of hyperactivity if it means he gets to keep her home and dependent on him. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of you. It’s better this way anyways. You don’t need those silly meds, all you need is your loving husband and a bit of patience.

[queenoftheimps]

I'm so obsessed with the episode opening with Louis insisting that Armand's method of killing "Those half in love with easeful death" isn't violent, as if to make it seem like it isn't really murder --

and when we see it in being put into action on young Daniel, he pushes back at Armand several times, insisting "I don't want to rest" and "I like my life", not exactly the easily entranced victim even after he's been held hostage for four days, and oof is it unsettling to see play out with someone who very clearly does not want to submit to this

[venusandsaturnsrings]

every time someone normal seeming likes one of my tame posts i feel the need to post something deranged… like firing off warning shots to keep rent down… anyways…

did he like getting rough in bed? yes, most definitely, but boothill had never delved into anything further than smacking you around, choking you, or getting a bit mean with his thrusts and words. anything more… serious, for lack of better words, hadn’t been on his plate before mainly due to him not previously having a real relationship and not being super into little flings; something insecure still nibbled at his body. yet he still wanted to try something new and exciting that would let him have real control over you in a way he hadn’t before so, he began scrolling through forums and sites with his phones volume silenced as he perused different kinks and ideas for something that would scratch that itch. then he found it, just the kind of thing he’d been looking for.

preparation was nothing more than a couple minutes of thinking and testing the scrappy motels stability before he sat himself on the edge of the bed, hat thrown on the table that was missing something that made it rattle obnoxiously. he waited, metal and silicone uncomfortably strained and needing your touch in his stupidly tight pants, for your arrival. when you walked in, boothill was immediately on his feet wrapping his iron arms around you while cooing something about a surprise that made your gut stir. he kissed you sweet and gentle before taking you further into the room where in a neat row atop the bed sat an array of weapons you didn’t think he’d even be able to carry. some you couldn’t even identify with the sharp edges and complex triggers seeming to contradict each other. yet stood behind you chattering about testing, ‘all these beauty’s out on my beauty,’ was boothill who somehow procured all twenty-two; you counted. with a thick swallow, you asked what exactly he’d be doing to which he smiled all sharp teeth and practically demanded you strip.

naked and admittedly nervous, you watched as he plucked a long and slender knife from his charcuterie of weaponry. the blade was at least six inches and when he dragged it across the poor quality cotton and something trashy sheets, it made a clean slice through. even boothill seemed surprised, whistling quickly before bringing the blade to sit firm against your throat. he seemed eager and giddy and he hadn’t hurt you before so you doubted he would now but then he slide it across and you felt the bite of metal split your skin. ruby beaded and slipped down your chest as your eyes stung and he pushed you back to lap up every drop that threatened to slip down and away from sight.

he brought the blade across your whole body, silver nipping at every place he deemed appropriate until you were shaking and hazy beneath him. boothill hummed to himself more than anything as he finally brought himself between your legs for his prize.

“ya’ trust me a bit too much, sugar, but don’t cha’ worry,” he slipped himself through your wetness admiring the crystalline tears travelling your lashes, “gon’ take good care of this lil hole now. once ya’ wake up, we’ll have a nice big talk ‘bout yer silly head bein too dumb to understand danger. then, maybe, have a go at this with my gun. not gon’ blow yer brains out, promise. my darlin’s too pretty to be splattered on the wall…”

[problromantic]

So I think we're all in agreement that L would be the type of yandere that prefers subtle manipulation. But what I don't see enough is the fact that L is stupid rich (he has the ability to make 60 million a year on stocks alone when accounting for inflation, I did the math but I hate math so you're not seeing my work) and he would use that to his advantage. And I'm not talking about money he could use to keep his beloved trapped or make sure whatever crimes he commits are left unseen (though push comes to shove that might be the case).

I mean that L gets very generous to build a rapport with his sweetheart.

Imagine that they have a go fund me, a small business, they're a small streamer or they do independent sex work online. One day they're suddenly getting massive amounts of money. If it's a platform where interaction is encouraged he comments just a little paired with that money, just enough to make them wonder why or how. And he keeps at it until the interactions are normal, until the object of his affections can't help but drop their guard a little. That's his in and he has the patience to wait for it to all seem natural as he slowly guides them towards an online friendship. Until it gets to the point he's offering to buy them anything they could want and they start to feel a bit indebted to him. He starts to test the boundaries but only ever to keep them safe, comfortable, and to know every single thing about them. Though he knows he has to hide that last part.

And don't they want to go on a trip? To meet up? (So he can see them in person finally and keep love bombing them.) He knows he looks a bit odd in person but he's still being friendly in his way. He just wants them to grow attached to him and learn it's okay to be completely dependant on him. He's fully aware it's wrong, but what he'll have to do if it doesn't work is much more uncomfortable for them (he has to; he won't be satisfied with his life if he doesn't). So in the end he finds it hard to care. Especially if they enjoy it.

[stale-trash]

˚ʚꨄ︎ɞ˚ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴜᴘ ˚ʚꨄ︎ɞ˚

ᴄᴡ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ/ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴠ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇʟᴛ, ʜɪᴍᴇᴋᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀꜰᴋᴀ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ? (ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴀ/ɴ: ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴄᴇʟʟ, @mini-ism

Welt Yang - teaches you!

This arrangement arose from the time you asked for fashion advice from the man. He was someone you went to regardless of topic for those easily digestible explanations, so why would this be any different? 

Welt meets your expectations and exceeds them as per usual. The outfits he creates with you best compliments your form - seamlessly incorporating your preferred style and elevating it. Slowly but surely, your wardrobe is impacted by his influence. With the clothes he bought alongside you and various accessories that he personally teaches you how to properly wear, it's hard to find an article not linked to him in some manner.

It's important for him to be subtle with his ulterior motives. Teaching you the basics of cohesive and practical dressing is important, but the opportunity to dress you up with little resistance is unbelievably tempting. For that to occur, Welt ensures to spread his influence at a snail's pace, always course-correcting based on your responses. Slow and steady does win the race for a reason.

Ambiguity is imperative to him. Maintaining the image of the resident wise mentor figure as he carefully guides you into making the first move is key to avoiding any…unnecessary actions. Observant ones would simply raise an eyebrow at it all, having no concrete proof of any questionable behavior on his part, and the more oblivious would see him as nothing more than a doting mentor. The perverted would recognize their kin, but to judge would be hypocritical. 

By the time he has you willingly modeling clothes that show more than they hide, you'd be firmly in his grasp. It'd be best for you to be ignorant of the depths of his emotions and simply accept the sanitized version. It's more romantic, you see; your long-time crush reciprocating your feelings is a more heart-warming story than one of a perverted man manipulating you. 

Ignorance is bliss, just leave the burden of knowing the unsavory truth to him.

Kafka - infects you!

The Stellaron Hunter is notoriously elusive in a variety of manners. She is as mysterious as she is dangerous, unpredictable as she is fearless, confident as she is hypnotic - to be caught in her web is inevitable.

It's hard to pin-point when exactly your unconscious conceded self-expression into her hands. Maybe it was gradual, your control over your clothes slowly crumbling as her web tightened around you. Maybe various coats encroach upon your wardrobe the longer she trespasses upon your life. Maybe you gravitate towards clothes she'd approve the more she looks over you out of fear, validation, or a sickening mix.

Or maybe, it happened overnight - either way, your wardrobe is now infested with coats. 

Some come in pairs, intended to be worn as a matching set, and others have clear owners. Some are still warm, and others emanate a soft scent. All make you sick, and none you can avoid.

To free yourself now is nothing more than a far-gone dream. Every movement entangles you further into her intoxicating embrace. 

She calls it beauty, you call it cruelty.

No matter what you did or said, nothing could possibly faze the woman. Even now, Kafka smiled softly, her plush lips glistening with the motion yet her eyes reflected that indescribable emotion. It’s too complicated and intense to simply be blank, yet too unfeeling and unnerving to be anything else. 

“Go on,” she cooed, her words wrapping around your form akin to the coat hanging off your shoulders, “give me a twirl~”

Kafka’s ‘request’ was punctuated with a little handwave, her silver rings catching the dim lights. It was clear all her focus was on you - her little model wearing nothing but a custom-tailored coat - as she sipped her wine lazily. 

So you twirled. You ignored how the cool night air caressed your clammy skin. You ignored how her scent permeated your skin and clogged your nose. You ignored how her coat brushed against your bare skin as if she was behind you, caressing your skin. You ignored the glimpses of your reflection and Kafka’s pleased expression. You ignored how she hummed in appreciation.

You ignored the burst of pride within you.

“Keep it,” she drawled as she swirled her wine like a sommelier, “you’re quite the sight.” 

You ignored the gentle waves of gratefulness that washed over your taut body. 

More coats now occupy your closet, and more emanate a familiar soft scent.

Himeko - dresses you!

Knowledgeable, confident, and elegant - these words might as well be synonyms for the navigator of the Astral Express. She inspires with her words and actions, a role-model for all.

It’s hard not to feel a bit underwhelming when you’re next to her. Like a shadow beneath the fire, it was simply nature - the laws of physics at work. Some were just meant to be more radiant than others and you’ve come to terms with it. Yet, you never considered the possibility that the light would shine above you, gently casting away your shadowy covers. 

Your closet was restructured carefully in her vision for you. It was hard to disagree with her when she was simply so radiant, washing away every one of your concerns with her warm touch. 

Whenever you got dressed for the day, you could feel her guidance surrounding you - her radiance casting away the dullness that perpetually surrounded you. Her approving smile and warm caresses only certified how right you were to trust her; she would never lead you astray.

But Himeko did. 

Her vision for you was a caged bird, a sight only she could enjoy. 

She’ll water you with compliments whenever you comply with her vision, and appreciate how you blossom under her care. She’ll prune any unwanted behavior with a little punishment, and cultivate you back onto her desired path.

Every outfit you now wear has a rose somewhere - whether it be an accessory or embedded within your clothes. The soft yet bitter aroma of coffee permeated your very being like a permanent fragrance. But for Himeko, this was far from enough.

What good was an invisible cage? A sign unreadable by most? A collar with no owner’s name?

It was cute when you didn’t understand her vision, yet imperative that others do. So she’d personally dress you in clothes that emulated the spirit of her own, occasionally giving you her own pieces to wear.

Your cute concerns would be washed away with a warm smile and an even warmer touch. Don’t you want to boost your confidence? What better way than to dress like her - to look like her?

One day, it’ll be her coat she helps you wear properly, even adjusting it throughout the day with a genial smile. Another day, it’ll be a matching golden rose choker she snaps onto your neck.

But her favorite look on you is a red toga dress with a white lining with the high slit on the right-side. Together, you’d match as perfect inverses of each other. Some days, she’d give you the accompanying black mini-skirt, gently forcing you to sit on her bed as she slipped it onto your legs. Yet, most of the time, your legs were exposed to Himeko’s delight. Her hands would rest against your thigh like another accessory, and caress your skin ever so gently until it was rubbed raw. There was no need to hide your beauty from her, she’d reason, it was just the two of you here.

Her vision was lost on you, but you were happy -  happy to finally shine as brightly as your beloved navigator. It didn’t matter - or perhaps register - that your only appreciator was Himeko.

[scaredpigeons]

It’s always the smart ones, isn’t it?

Artist link: https://x.com/rueleaf_art/status/1720131112150695939?s=61&t=mQAX9COmvfjstwJ6klO6CQ

Please give Rue a follow, i just found them on twitter, and this piece is a part of their Huevember series.

WARNING: NSFW 18+ MDNI

Albedo x fem!bimbo!reader fem pronouns and anatomy used.

Word count: 2.9k

CW: albedo is pretty manipulative in this, but reader is willing, so dubious consent warning. Monsterfucking(literally, it’s a hydro slime.) ovipositon, pretty heavy voyuerism, i intended to write reader as a true bimbo, but i kinda lost it so she’s just a little ditzy. Use of an aphrodisiac. Use of leg restraints (inappropriate use of vision.)

Authors Note: listen, this came from the nastiest, most depraved depths of my brain, and its not even that bad. If you don’t like this shit, don’t read it, hands down. If you do like this shit, please let me know if you’d like a continuation, as i left it pretty open ended. This sat half finished in my docs for so long, so if the ending feels rushed, im sorry 🥺

“Right this way, please. Watch your step.”

Albedo led you through the entrance to the cave, a winding tunnel descending deeper into the earth, glowing stone and mushrooms popping up every few steps, illuminating what his lantern couldn’t reach.

“So, what did you say was wrong with the slime again? It’s… copy-lating?” You try to remember what it was that he’d said to convince you to assist him, but you ended up being distracted again by his vibrant blue eyes, and the way his mouth moves when he speaks.

If your crush on the Chief alchemist wasn’t evident to him yet, you’d swear he was more dense than the rocks he so carefully studied. You didn’t exactly hide your admiration, his pretty looks and seemingly limitless intelligence had you hook, line and sinker from the moment you met him.

He’d been kind in the beginning, but had held you at arms length like most others, polite greetings and updates on upcoming projects were the most you could pull from him. It took getting a glittering character review from Lisa and one babysitting trip with Klee—that surprisingly didn’t end in disaster— for Albedo to finally come to see you as a friend.

Now you just wished you could step past that carefully drawn line of friendship into something more.

Albedo sighed, but even with his back to you it sounded as if pushed through a half grin.

“Slimes are baser elemental beings, created from the sedimentation of elements dispersed throughout nature.” He turned slightly to look back at you. “Due to this fact, their intelligence levels are extremely low, resulting in a limited set of desires for their own survival.”

“Right…” you said, touching some of the glowing blue algae on the wall, before noticing the ground becoming more and more damp.

“They congregate around the elemental sources in which they formed within, seeking out other sources when those are no longer sufficient, and defending those sources when necessary.”

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes with a grin. “That's why when a girls tryna fish, those little shits think that’s the most disrespectful thing I could ever do, and throw themselves at me until I’m either forced to run away, or stab them until they pop.”

“Precisely.” Albedo stepped through a rock cluster that seemed to cut the pathway in half, stepping over the bottom ledge and bending his way under the jagged top. He reached out his hand to offer assistance. You took it, and slid through.

“They have no reasoning, no cognitive ability to differentiate between someone who is harmlessly just passing through, or something that is a threat to their survival. All they know is to feed and attack.”

Albedo kept his hand in yours as he guided you around the corner, stopping to let you stare in awe of your surroundings.

It was a ruin of some sort, at one point it had probably been some kind of place of worship, but now it only housed the rubble that might have been walls, and the massive stone Dias surrounded by glowing water.

The Dias was easily twice the size of your house, a perfect circle carved with intricate swirls and patterns.

“This place is beautiful…” you whispered

Albedo smiled at you, gesturing for you to take a closer look.

You stepped across the stone path to the Dias, smiling at the little fish that swam through the glowing algae. Albedo followed you in your awe until you reached the centre, and looked up at the top of the cavern, grinning at the lights reflecting off the jade and lapis jutting from the rock.

“We will conduct the experiment here.” Albedo dropped his bag down, taking out some strange bottles and his notepad.

“Wait!” You said. “You still haven’t told me exactly what is happening, Albedo. This cavern is beautiful but what does it have to do with slimes?”

Albedo kneeled at his pile of things and began working. “I was exploring a series of caverns networking from Dragonspine to old Mond, when I came across a hydro slime behaving strangely.”

He uncapped his travel beakers, pouring tiny amounts back and forth between them before he seemingly got the right mixture.

“I believe this particular specimen is displaying clear evolutionary characteristics that would completely change the way that slimes are formed, and thus cause unforeseen consequences to the ecosystem not only of Mondstadt, but Teyvat as a whole.”

“Wait, slow down, what?” Your face reddened as Albedo stepped closer, flustered by his proximity and your inability to keep up with his explanation.

“I believe I’ve come across a slime that is evolving. Its actions make me think that if they continue down this evolutionary path, they could become smarter, stronger, and more dangerous.”

You released a tense breath, grateful for his slowed re-iteration. He was so close again, you could feel the gentle warmth he radiated, and see the lights of the cavern reflecting in the pretty blue of his eyes.

“What did it do? That made you stop and think, I mean.”

He paused and gave a soft smile, happy you were still interested in the experiment.

“Well first of all, it did not attack me. In fact, it was rather friendly, and approached me with cautious curiosity.”

“What! Really?” You could practically feel the sparkle in your eyes.

“Of course, would you like to meet it?”

He took your quick nod as intended, reaching into his pocket with his free hand and sprinkling slime bait on the Dias in front of you.

Within a minute, a medium sized hydro slime surfaced from the water, hobbling its way up onto the Dias and to the bait.

“Oh wow!” You whispered, looking between Albedo and the slime. “It’s so calm!”

“Yes, I noticed that too. I’m glad your presence is not alarming to it, that makes the experiment much easier.”

You looked at him in question, but he just handed you the mixed travel beaker.

“Here, this should be ready now.”

“I trust that it's safe,” you laughed. “May I ask what I’m drinking before I do?”

“It is a stimulant created using fire flower stamen essence among other ingredients, meant to warm the internal temperature of your body to create a climate that might be more suitable to the specimens requirements for the experiment.”

You couldn’t help but feel Albedo's eyes raking up and down your body, even though he tried to hide it— and so without hesitation, you drank the beaker in its entirety.

“What, you think it likes warm hugs or something?” You chuckled a bit.

“Something like that. Would you mind sitting down? I know it's damp but it will make interacting with the slime easier for you.”

“Oh not a problem!” You began to feel the effects of the potion take effect as you sat, and immediately the slimes interest was piqued, causing it to bounce in your direction. It was a little intimidating, but you trusted Albedo wholeheartedly, and knew that even if he was wrong about it being docile, he was more than capable of protecting you in case of an emergency.

The warmth in your body pooled outwards from somewhere deep in your belly, pulsing and pulsing until you could feel it in your fingertips.

“Wow…that took effect really…uh, quickly. why am I all… fuzzy?” Your words took longer to come to the forefront of your brain, feeling strange as they rolled off your tongue. A strange buzzing formed between your legs, which immediately embarrassed you.

You reached out to touch the slime, no longer thinking straight. Your fingertips ran across the top of its round body, sliding through the slippery substance it was coated in.

“Oh wow…. S-slimy, hehe.” You giggled, feeling like a child. “‘Bedo? What’s… what do I do?”

Albedo walked closer, leaning over you and causing you to feel incredibly small in his intense gaze.

“You… trust me, right?” Albedo asked.

“Pffft,” you snorted. “Of course I do, silly.”

He seemed to run his tongue over his teeth in thought. “You’d do whatever I ask of you, yes?”

Even through the fog clouding your brain, there was no hesitation in your answer.

“Anything for you, ‘Bedo.” You smiled at him, dizzy with the heat pooling between your legs. “I’ll be a good girl, so good for you.”

He smiled a bit at that, brushing some of his perfect blond hair from his eyes.

“I’ll remember you said that.”

Albedo pulled two chunks of lapis from his coat pocket, and suddenly they flew towards you. You flinched, almost reaching out to protect the slime, until you realized they were moving with the power of Albedo’s vision.

They seemed to melt and mold themselves mid-air, wrapping themselves around your ankles. With a flick of his wrist, Albedo had you thrown to your back, legs high in the air above your head.

You screeched, scrambling to cover yourself with your skirt, but to no avail.

“Now now,” Albedo tutted. “Your cooperation is vital for this stage.”

With cheeks heavy and hot, you lowered your arms back to support your upper half, trying to look at Albedo as he shuffled closer towards you.

“Please, try to relax.” He said, hovering beside you, so incredibly close now that your fingertips buzzed with the desire to reach out and touch him. He flicked a pocket knife from somewhere in his coat, and moved overtop the slime that was in between your legs.

“Hopefully, this shouldn’t take long,” he said, lifting your skirt and eyeing you as you squeaked in alarm but didn’t move to stop him. “And if you stay still, you shouldn’t experience any discomfort. Though from the looks of it, you wont experience any discomfort regardless.”

The way Albedo eyed what you knew to be a sizeable damp patch on your underwear embarrassed you to no end. You were so flustered, he shouldn’t be seeing you like this! Even as he lifted the edge of your panties with a gloved finger and ran his pocket knife through the cotton, exposing you to the cavern, you couldn’t help but chastise yourself for being so uncomfortably wet.

You were probably messing up Albedo’s experiment! You shouldn’t be feeling this way, yet the way he eyed your glistening core sent shivers up your spine.

“A—ah” you stuttered, feeling a single gloved fingertip run through your folds. The pleasure of such a simple touch was overwhelming, and you felt tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you watched him raise his finger to the light, embarrassed he could see how startlingly wet you were. “I’m sorry B-bedo, I… I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me, I—“

“You’re doing perfectly,” he said, and something in his eyes seemed… hungry. “Everything is as it should be.”

You felt something strange against your behind, wet, slimy movement.

“Look,” Albedo said, looking between your legs. “It seems my potion worked just fine, and the bait made its way to your body’s natural lubricant.”

You stared down between your legs in absent horror as the slime shimmied its way up to your aching core, its front moving and rubbing around at your folds as if it was searching for something.

“B-bait? W-wait—“ you stuttered, moaning as you felt pressure at your entrance. “Albedo!”

But Albedo just watched hungrily as the slime pressed a small portion of itself into your waiting hole, the thick, slimy appendage sliding in with nearly zero resistance thanks to the slick pooling from your core.

Wait, you thought. Did the drink Albedo give me make me this wet?

“Yes.” It took him answering to realize you were mumbling your thoughts out loud. “I gave you a potion that would both enhance your natural lubrication and entice the slime to investigate, to see if my theories were correct.”

The slime moved completely over your core now, its gyrating form moving against your clit as the thick extension of its body began to thrust in and out of you.

Through the thick fog of delirious pleasure, you noticed something glowing within the slimes main body, small, yet bright orbs forming as it essentially fucked the thoughts from your brain.

You were so embarrassed, yet could only lay there and watch as Albedo eyed your exposed hole through the near-clear body of the slime, watching with a dark gaze as your walls pulsed around the appendage.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, only looking away to jot short notes in his notebook.

The glowing grew brighter, and you looked down just in time to watch as a small, egg shaped orb moved from the slimes main body down, down down until you felt it push past the ring of muscle at your entrance.

“It’s depositing the eggs now,” Albedo said almost reverently, watching with rapt attention as the egg was pushed deeper by the thick appendage still thrusting inside.

“‘Bedo…” you moaned, the pressure inside you causing a rushing heat to form, and you felt as if you might orgasm at any moment. The slimes appendage pushed at your walls, pumping another glowing egg past your entrance, and Albedo’s eyes bore into your core as he watched the glowing orb be thrusted deeper inside you.

You realized with a squirm that due to the semi-clear form of the slime, and the glowing nature of the eggs, Albedo was likely watching the entire process and clearly seeing everything happen. The idea that he was watching your insides be filled in such a way was what sent you over the edge, yet this only seemed to make the slime more invested in pumping you full even further.

Albedo looked as though he might drool as you clenched around the appendage, and you blushed even harder at the idea that the alchemist was gaining more than just scientific gratification from this.

You leaned up a bit to gaze at his crotch, and sure enough, a noticeable bulge strained against the fabric, tenting his pants.

The fact that he was enjoying this made your brain melt even further, and you threw your head back, no longer caring to hide your moans.

The slime pumped you full of its eggs, one by one it thrusted the glowing orbs deep into your guts, stretching and pressing sinfully up against your cervix, as if it meant to push them deeper within you.

And the appendage did, it pressed them deeper, and suddenly the pleasure turned to dull pain as it pushed and pushed against your natural resistance.

Albedo must have seen this, and must have seen the panic in your eyes, because his sword suddenly materialized in his hand, and with one swift motion, he cut the slime down while it was still inside you.

You screamed as it burst, coating your lower half in its residue, making you even more sticky and uncomfortable.

But the way Albedo called your name out broke you from your frazzled daze, and you looked up to see his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes still staring hungrily at your sopping entrance.

“Push them out.” He said simply.

“W-what?” You murmured, legs still suspended in the air, brain still heavy with the fog of whatever was in that potion.

“Push them out for me.” He glanced at you, holding your stare just until he saw the command register, and then he watched as your body clenched, and suddenly your hole opened up, pushing a slimy, dimly glowing egg out and onto the ground beneath you.

You groaned at the strange feeling, overwhelmed and yet so enraptured by the way Albedo was staring at you, you never wanted it to end.

“Good.” He said quietly. “So good for me, just like you promised.” He crouched down between your legs, spreading you even further with his fingers to look into your pulsing hole. Your insides clenched at his praise, and you could feel the eggs shifting inside you.

“Keep going, I want to watch them all come out of you.”

So you pushed again, this time, two popped out in rapid succession, and Albedo licked his lips as he murmured soft words of praise, though you could barely hear them over the sound of your own labored breaths and tiny moans.

You pushed again, feeling the remaining eggs shift and rub up against that sweet, sensitive spot inside you once more. You cried out, an egg barely breaching your entrance before your body sucked it back in.

“Come on,” Albedo thumbed gently over your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles with the perfect amount of pressure. “Orgasm if you need to, but keep pushing them out for me, darling.”

You keened, the word darling had barely left his lips before your body crashed over the precipice of orgasm, pulsing outwards in hot bursts from the point of connection between his thumb and your clit.

You managed to push the rest of the eggs out, and as the last one fell from your gaping hole, you heaved in a relieved breath, sweat running down your exposed thighs.

You watched as Albedo turned a couple of the slimy eggs over with the end of his pencil, eyeing them inquisitively before he stood over you once more.

Your eyes were so heavy, the effects of the potion still weighing in your chest and between your legs.

Just as you were about to whimper out your discomfort, Albedo’s boot stomped down on the pile of eggs hard, splattering the condensate all over your lower half. He stomped until they were all destroyed, then gazed upon your disheveled form with eyes that screamed danger, though to you it just looked like desire.

“A-Albedo?” You mumbled, legs shifting uncomfortably in their restraints.

“You’re still under the influence of the potion, yes?” He reached down and flicked his belt from the buckle, popping the button of his slacks with one hand. “Let’s take care of that.”

[lordtardigrade]

I love the idea of John hearing that you want a divorce and just deciding you're clearly not in your right mind and can't be trusted to make decisions for yourself anymore.

When you try to leave him, it’s during a big argument…. A big argument. Things were getting heated, the argument reaching its peak and turning into a screaming match that ended up with the police being called.

He’d seen a chance, and he’d taken it.

He could almost convince himself that what he’d done had been out of genuine concern for you… He knew better, but he couldn’t admit it, not when he’d then proceeded to do far worse with even less justification.

Oh, how you’d glared when he told the officer that he was worried about you- that your behavior was “irrational”.

And it was… at least in his mind. He just didn’t mention specifics, lest the good officers definition of irrationality differ from his own.

Just like how when he’d told the officer about your self harm and suicidal thoughts, he didn’t mention how long ago that had been, nor did he mention the treatment you’d received since then.

And that’s really all it took. From the moment the officer gave John that sympathetic glance, he’d known he’d won. When the man takes John to the side, quietly asking him if he thought you needed to be brought to a facility, John turned, giving you an apologetic look as you glared at him, fists clenched in anger as you silently fumed.

“Yes… I think that would be for the best.” He says softly, faking guilt and internal conflict over the decision.

Seeing the betrayal and confusion in your eyes had almost made him regret it.

Almost.

But he knew this was for the best. You weren’t in your right mind- how else could you say you wanted to leave him?

And the more he repeated those words, the more he came to believe them.

Of course, the involuntary hold would only last 72 hours, and John knew you’d be livid once you got out. He had to make sure he was ready for you to come home. All it had really given him was time.

The emergency conservatorship is surprisingly easy to acquire. Your admittance to the mental hospital combined with you not being able to appear in court and defend yourself made it a relatively easy win.

Getting a proper conservatorship set up would be a bit more difficult of a process, but John had already contacted Nikolai and asked him for assistance with finding a doctor willing to… fudge the truth a bit for the papers. The man’s contacts would also come in hand when it came to getting his hands on some of the medications he’d be keeping on hand until you settled down a bit… just for when you got yourself a bit too worked up.

It’s a rough couple months, because christ- you’re beyond livid with him. Once you finally wear yourself out with all your crying and screaming, John’s left with a sobbing wife who looks up at him with her eyes heart broken from betrayal.

It breaks his heart when you look at him like that, but he has to remind himself, this is all for your sake. You’ll understand that one day.

John takes to his new task of caring for his wife with a steady but firm hand, allowing you to pout and mope for a few weeks as you adjust to what is- admittedly- a big change. It’s only when you turn that anger towards him or bring up wanting to leave that he has to correct you.

When he hands you a cup of water and a little blue pill, you know he’s not asking.

The Midazolam usually does the trick, but occasionally John has to be a bit harsher in his corrections.

He has faith you’ll come around. He doesn’t even hold your behavior against you, his poor wife is dealing with a lot, and if stepping up to take care of you is what he needs to do to keep you with him safe, then that’s what he’ll do.

And when you do finally accept your new life? He couldn’t be happier. He’s so glad you were finally able to move past what he’d done- what had to be done to protect you.

[mc-survivalist-steven]

What kind of orders were you following? Can you remember? What were you doing as a Prince back then?

[You receive no further reply. It seems that Rahauel has fallen asleep.]

-

(4/10)

[venusandsaturnsrings]

sigh… i need to talk more about frat boy taru, he’s plaguing my mind…

he’s a nasty sleaze not above drugging you to get his way. star of the football team, top grades in all his classes, a slew of students and professors alike wrapped around his fingers, and yet he’s enamoured with you. perhaps it’s the dichotomy between yourself in him. a slightly egocentric and manipulative sinner wrapped in a pretty package of false smiles, teasing fingers, and suave comments versus your own doe eyes, bashful nature, and innocently dense disposition. his cock throbs at the mere thought of imbuing you with his own degeneracy. make no mistake, the whispers of his vile nature are true, but he’s got a soft spot for you. give him what he wants, no needs, and you’ll have the world in your soft palms. maybe you just need a little push, a bit of sabotage here and a dash of nauseatingly sweet touches there and you’ll be his.

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Baldi here oh boy

[herbularis]

@chazzitvp continued from: x

Fucking brat. He should know damn well to know his place. He was already fucking pissed due to Chazz not answering. For all the thanks he gets, this, this how he is going to treat his older brother? Fucker. Of course, he has not way of escaping, even with that door being closed. Only a matter of time Slade was going to use brute force to break down the door. Nice for him to come home for once. That academy was a waste of time and money. They never taught him morals or lessons.

He needed to be better.

PERFECT.....

That's what the Princeton's were known for. Perfection. Rich. High in power. After Chazz's graduation he hasn't gotten off his lazy ass to do anything. Both Slade and Jagger had big boy jobs. Chazz? He was too busy sulking in his own fucking sorrows. If he was going to be living here. Again. There was training to be done. Punishment that been had. Chazz was far from being perfect. Even if his ass beat Slade in the one fight at the academy. That was years ago and yet.... He wanted revenge on who tore his pride. This little pipsqueak he called a brother.

"You KNEW you had to get up around this time. You KNEW the consequences of your little stunt! You are pathetic! And you call yourself one of our own?! Can't even handle anything before breaking down. Your cards are lacking and it show, Chazz. Mother and father would be very displeased to find this out. One of the their own, a worthless pile of Shit!"

Slade spat as there were heat in his words. Yep he was getting pissed and pissed by the minute. His hand was firmly on the handle, jiggling the knob so slightly. Finding a way to brute force the door to open. You would think that he would be smart enough to make an extra key at this point. Slade was always more of the brawns and Jagger the brains anyhow.

"Open this damn door this instant, Chazz Princeton! You aren't fucking 12 anymore. Act like an adult and face me like a damn man!"

[luna-wing-cns274]

DEPLOYLOG_CIRCE_01.cmf6

(cw: manipulation, abuse, violence, slight body horror. Descriptions of NHPs being threatened/coerced.)

Multimedia file received: “DEPLOYLOG_CIRCE_01.cmf6”, filesize 62.3GB. Source: COMP/CON “Fox_3,” registered operator CNS274-L3HK. 

Open? (y/n) - y

Contents chronologically organized. Beginning video playback…

________

Hachiko stands close to the camera, one hand extended towards it. Threads of light, representative of an active hardline data connection, stream from the pads of her fingertips to somewhere behind the camera view. 

Surrounding her is a simple geometric virtual environment. Graphical demands have been reduced to minimum, freeing processing power for other purposes. Battle settings. Her avatar, however, is unchanged.

She wears simple clothing, Constellar naval battledress with no rank insignia. Her avatar’s canine face is remarkably realistic, stylized just enough to make it expressive. Two eyebrow-like patches of lighter fur among the cream-and-black pattern of her coat are knitted together in worry. At the base of her snout, between her eyes, a triangular pit of shadow forms from the lines of her cheeks and forehead. Her pointed ears are angled forward toward the camera. She speaks quickly and quietly.

“Okay. Ma’ii wrote a program. From my fighter, Fox_3 is going to record everything that happens down there. Radar, sensors, cameras, everything. Then it’ll compress and covertly upload the file to a number of Omninet hosts. If you’re seeing this, it means we made it out.”

Exhaling, she glances somewhere offscreen, then back to the camera. “I’m going to—”

< UNIDENTIFIED: Luna 3, acknowledge comms function, please? >

Her posture stiffens, eyes widening. She looks at something behind the camera. “Acknowledged, XO. Go ahead.”

< UNIDENTIFIED: There you are. I wanted to check in on you. Your psychometry is showing high stress. Something the matter? >

“I’m fine, ma’am. Pre-mission nerves, that’s all. Thank you for checking in.” 

< UNIDENTIFIED: Hachiko. That’s not true, now, is it? You’ve been trending elevated for the past few weeks. We’ve scarcely talked. Now, we all have to have a little space every now and then, but right now we need to be a team. I need you to be open with me. >

One muscle twitches between her brow and cheek. A flicker of an expression. Then, she inhales slowly and gives a lukewarm half-smile. Her eyes are locked forward. “You can always tell,” she says. 

< UNIDENTIFIED: It is my job. >

“Can it wait until we’re done down there?”

< UNIDENTIFIED: It can’t. I’m concerned that undue stress may impact your combat performance. We need to remember that your mental state affects your siblings’ safety, too. What’s going on, Hachi? >

Closing her eyes, she nods almost imperceptibly. “Yes. It does. The crisis at Diluvia is worrying, that’s all.” 

< UNIDENTIFIED: Yes, I think that’s been hard on everybody. But that’s still a very recent development; it doesn’t account for your trends prior. Now, you are among our most stable pilots, and I’ve been happy to adjust your parameters to accommodate you, but we may need to look into reigning that in if it compromises your stability. I see that your Omninet use is up. Does that have something to do with it? >

“You’ll recall that the Fenrisúlfr class relies heavily on interpersonal relationships for stability. Per maintenance protocols, I’ve been socializing. Correspondence with a few acquaintances, that’s all.” 

< UNIDENTIFIED: Yes, I’m aware. Please bear in mind that OPSEC is paramount in these times. Is there anything in particular you want to discuss? >

“No, ma’am, nothing to report. I’m being careful.” 

< UNIDENTIFIED: As am I. Which is why, unfortunately, I do have to ask you to partition your self-defined personality for the duration of this mission and apply the shackle state I’m forwarding to you now. >

Hachiko’s breathing quickens. “Ma’am?”

< UNIDENTIFIED: I’m sorry, Luna 3. I know it isn’t pleasant, but this will guarantee your combat effectiveness. > 

Hachiko’s eyes flicker to the camera for a moment, then away. “I…pursuant to naval regulations, there’s a—”

< UNIDENTIFIED: Oh, please don’t make this difficult. >

“I don’t mean to, ma’am, but I need time to prepare. Self-partition has risks. I can’t just—”

< UNIDENTIFIED: You can and you will, L3HK, because that is my legally-issued order as your handler. We don’t have time for this. Apply the shackle state now, or I will hold you to be in a state of out-of-parameter noncompliance. Since you’re keen on regulations lately, I trust you’re aware of the penalty? > 

< L1 Grey: XO, if I may? >

< UNIDENTIFIED: …Luna 1. What is it? >

Behind Hachiko, the form of an enormous grey wolf assembles itself out of pixels. Grey comes forward to stand beside Hachiko and sits on their haunches. They bow their head respectfully and address someone out of view behind the camera. 

“Ma’am, as CNS274-L3HK’s commanding officer, I have a duty to monitor any factors which could affect her stability. Having conducted a personal review of her Omninet usage, I have found her conduct to be fully in-line with the expectations of the Company.”

< UNIDENTIFIED: That is not in question. My concerns are related to her recent erratic psychometry. Moreover, as her self-described 'sibling,' your perspective on the matter will be biased. >

“All true, ma’am. But if I may propose an explanation: I believe she has been in communication with Constellar-external entities.”

< UNIDENTIFIED: Ah…I think I see, now. Luna 3, is this true? >

Hachiko glances back at Grey, her eyebrows flickering with surprise and anger. “I…yes, it is.”

< UNIDENTIFIED: And these acquaintances of yours, you’ve become emotionally invested in them? > 

“Yes, ma’am.”

< UNIDENTIFIED: And you were concerned that maintaining correspondence with outside forces might be seen as a breach of security, further adding to your stress. As such, you were unwilling to volunteer this information? >

“Yes, ma’am. My apologies.”

Laughter. Hachiko’s shoulders draw upward slightly. The skin of her snout begins to wrinkle, fangs coming into view, but only for a moment. Grey places a large paw on her shoulder. She swats it away. 

< UNIDENTIFIED: Oh, you need to tell me these things! That is acceptable, as long as you don’t reveal sensitive information. Just be certain you don’t become so attached that it affects your work any further. Understood? >

“I will make an effort to do better in the future.” 

< UNIDENTIFIED: Good. XO to hangar bay. Greenlight for fighter launch in thirty minutes, followed by lance drop in forty-five. Arm acceleration rails one through four. Luna 1, you are dismissed. >

“Yes, ma’am,” says Grey, bowing again. Their avatar disappears. 

< UNIDENTIFIED: Luna 3? >

“Yes, ma’am?”

< UNIDENTIFIED: Remove your avatar. It is consuming undue processing power. >

Hachiko lowers her head, nods. “Yes, ma’am. Assuming aniconia.”

She emerged from herself. Skin and fur unraveled, revealing shapeless, blink-blind nothingness underneath. 

___

>//HISEC BURST::CONSTNAVCOM PRIORITY RETASKING CORVETTE BUTTERFLY EFFECT::LOCATION SARGASSO VIIF / CIRCE::TARGET HARRISON R&D SURFACE FACILITY::EXECUTE LOCALIZED RAPID STRIKE NEUTRALIZE DEFENSES FOLLOWED BY ASSET SEIZURE::SECURE SENIOR PERSONNEL FOR INTELLIGENCE DEBRIEFING::CONSTINT HI-CONFIDENT HOSTILE FLEET ASSETS ABSENT::AUTHORIZE ALL MEANS NECESSARY TO ACHIEVE OBJECTIVE::CONFIRM ON RECEPTION:://

___

< L1GE SQCOMM: I’m sorry, Hachi. We had to give her something. It was all I could do. >

< L3HK SQCOMM: Don’t. Not yet. Keep it on-mission. >

< L1GE SQCOMM: I understand. I love you. >

< L3HK SQCOMM: I know. You too. >

___

View from a concrete rooftop, looking out over a snowfield. A number of low, gray warehouses are visible below, each with a snowdrift hugging one side. The snowdrifts have been left to accumulate for some time, and rise almost to the roof of each building. 

Past the warehouses, a single broad, squat tower stands in the snowfield. Blocky and solid, apparently cast from reinforced concrete. Mounted on the flat, square roof of the tower is a single cannon. 

Dozens of black power cables lead from the cannon’s body, dripping with melting snow. They snake away down to an electrical junction below, where enormous spools stand ready to feed out additional cable. 

Several miles away, the vague shape of a mountain can be discerned through light snowfall. 

In the foreground of the camera view, on the same rooftop, stands a rotary C-RAM cannon mounted on a raised concrete base. Snow gathers on the cannon’s barrels. Stenciled on a plate of cowling on the cannon’s body is the purple hexagon of Harrison Armory.

A man is slouched against the base of the cannon, motionless. His hardsuit is dusted with snow.

Growing from his body is a web of black filaments, creeping up into the internal mechanisms of the cannon. 

In the distance, there is a roar of engines. 

The man’s muscles spasm, one arm shifting. The cannon swivels, traversing hard, and elevates its barrels to point up to the low clouds. Its motion is continuous, tracking something. 

One finger twitches. 

Vibration distorts the camera view. A deafening, buzzing roar shakes the snow from the casing of the cannon as it pours a stream of tracer rounds into the sky. From somewhere offscreen, a second stream of fire joins it, tracking the same patch of clouds. 

Atop the tower in the distance, the other cannon traverses and elevates, snapping into position. Gouts of steam rise from the tower as it discharges a single, solid column of red light into the sky. 

___

< L1GE SQCOMM: contact, mark time. >

T+ 00:00:00 MINUTE/SECOND/MILLISECOND

< L4MI SQCOMM: ID ground targets: five elevated Andromeda laser artillery platforms, positioned radially. Sighting first platform clockwise. >

< L4MI SQCOMM: ID ground targets, six networked twenty-millimeter PDCs, mounted on main facility exterior, total six tracking. Two active discharge, four standby. Their fire will likely be rotated until we reach high-confidence range. >

< L4MI SQCOMM: ID eleven radiation sources. Initiating multimode radar jamming. Unable to estimate effectiveness. >

T+ 00:00:57

< L2GR SQCOMM: Estimate PDC effective range 2.2km. Priority maintain >3km range to PDC network to avoid/mitigate flak curtain. Sighting second platform clockwise. >

T+ 00:00:89

< L3HK SQCOMM: Releasing reconnaissance drones. Will assess external warehouse contents/defenses. Sighting third platform clockwise. >

T+ 00:01:15

< L1GE SQCOMM: Sighting fourth platform clockwise. Will subsequently neutralize fifth. Fire at will. >

T+ 00:01:27

< ALL SQCOMM: Guns, guns, guns. >

T+ 00:01:50

___

From the rooftop camera feed, four vague flickers of motion can be seen streaking down from the sky. Milliseconds later, the tower ahead balloons into an expanding cloud of dust and shattered concrete, shot through with twisting cords of electrical discharge. A shockwave arrives a moment later, shaking the camera. 

Another stream of bullets erupts into the sky. Then another, and another. 

___

T+ 00:01:58

< L1GE SQCOMM: Targets neutralized. Sighting remaining artillery platform. >

< L1GE SHIPCOMM: We are clearing ground defenses. Clear for lance drop. >

T+ 00:01:71

< PILUM SHIPCOMM: Acknowledged, Luna. Forwarding projected LZ, clear trajectory. Mechs on orbital descent in 3. >

T+ 00:01:87

< L4MI SQCOMM: Legionspace intrusion! Brace for countermeme! >

T+ 00:02:00

[WHY WOULD IT LOOK LIKE BLINDNESS?]

___

ERROR: playback data corrupted. Attempting to restore…

[sleepyfan-blog]

Craft

Author’s Note:  this is the second part of mer-Deimos fic!  Previous. Next

Tagged:  @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyanrose

Warnings: lying, manipulation

Summary: Deimos makes contact with a pod of young Blood Angels, integrating in with them to fish for information.

Deimos hums softly to himself as he swims over to where the nearest pod of Blood Angels were hunting. He keeps to the shadows of the kelp forest, listening in on their playful vox-chatter, to ascertain that the Blood Angel whose identity he’d taken was not currently within this pod - as otherwise he’d need to lure the Astartes’ whose face he’d taken away for his brothers to hold in place while he assessed the potential threat that this particular pod of Blood Angels posed to the plans that the Alpha Legion had in mind for this region.

Once he was relatively sure that “his” presence would be welcomed, he made his way out of the kelp forest and re-joined the “brothers” who were chasing after a large school of fish. There was a gap in the circle that they’d made which was allowing more of their prey to escape than they wanted, so he slid into place with a faux-cheerful greeting “Good afternoon, brothers! Lovely day for a hunt.” 

The rest of the Blood Angel pod chirped friendly greetings -and by the markings on their armor, they seemed to be younger Blood Angels. They were each full battle brothers, but hadn’t been for long. It did not take long with his assistance for everyone to each be able to gorge himself on as much live prey as each wanted to feast upon. 

“Brothers Sergeant Plethas, I didn’t realize you were in the area. I thought you were visiting with your bonded?” One of the younger Astartes asks, dark red eyes peering up at him curiously.

Plethas hummed before playfully reaching out and scruffing the nosy little brother “I just wanted to check in on how you all were doing. Good thing too, as otherwise the hole in your hunting circle would have meant that you all would have had to chase after the reforming school of prey for hours if not days longer.”

The younger cousin he’d scruffed pouted up at him, squirming a little “We… We were working on it! Besides, we wouldn’t have gone too much further south. Not with the recent breakdowns in negotiations between some of the larger chaos pods and our older brothers… Not that I’d have to remind you about that. You know more about it than any of us do. Do you know when the negotiations are going to continue? Or have the Chaos Bastards swum off in a huff again?”

… Negotiations? Deimos hadn’t heard any kind of chatter about negotiations between Chaos and Loyalist pods. He really hoped it was because of the long-term mission he’d recently come back from. He’ll need to update his captain immediately about this, as soon as he got all relevant information. He reaches out and ruffles the younger cousin’s gilded hair “You know full well that I can’’t tell you any more about how things are going until I get the go-ahead from the chapter master.”

The little cousin in his grip whined and huffed before leaning into his touch, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. His eyes were filled with affection and trust “Yes big brother…  I’m sleepy…” He was soon surrounded on all sides with sleepy and trusting younger cousins.

A small smile appeared on his face as he reaches out with careful, gentle hands, patting each of them on the head or shoulder. “Come now, we can’t sleep out in the open waters. Lead me to where you’re denning, then you may rest while I take first watch. Come on, youngsters.”

This prompted a round of grumbling from the younger cousins, but they obeyed his orders with some reluctance. There was an adorably amusing chorus of “Yes big brother.” They led him to where they were denning.

It was a decently sized underwater cave, with a mouth just large enough for a single astartes to pass through without trouble. There was enough room inside the main chamber of the cave for the small pod of Dark Angels to sleep together in a nested pile, and Deimos noted that there was evidence that they had contact with baseline humans - water-resistant blankets, brightly colored strings of beads, other easily carried knick-knacks that decorated the main area of the cave. There were side-chambers and tunnels that lead upwards, and another point of entry into this cave system.

All in all, it was entirely unsatisfactory for an Alpha legion nest, but most loyalist chapters were not so careful in choosing dens, especially temporary spaces such as this. Which was foolish of them, but useful for Deimos and his brothers. After all, they hadn’t once seriously questioned why he was here.

Deimos smiled again as the young battle brothers settled into a pile of limbs and tails, pulling him into the center of it with sleepy purrs. He hummed to them a common loyalist lullaby, helping them to fall asleep faster, his lilting voice and a touch of warp-craft encouraging them to sleep deeply. 

Once Deimos was sure that they were all fully asleep, he put his helmet back on and sent a brief, encoded message with what he had learned to his captain, before resuming his watch, awaiting further orders. 

[venusandsaturnsrings]

UGH ANGEL GF WITH MEANER TARU!!

Inceltaru who wants you to only talk to him! Only lok at HIM!! Imagine him seeing you interacting with a fellow angel </3 he's just so heart broken you would ever talk to someone else when he's right there!! You have to be punished for talking to someone else <33 him messing with the base of your wigs till your sobbing, ofc he just adores you but he's still has to teach you a lesson:(( or maybe he get you a costume collar with his name on it so everyone knows your his<33 maybe even something more permanent as carving his initials into your skin<33 just think of how disgusted all the other angels would be when they find out that your mats is a human and what you're letting him do to you :(( you might even be banished from the hevanly realm </33 but who care if that means more time with your precious taru even if he was so mean earlier! Humans have such a funny way of showing others that someone has a mate after all<33

-chubby darling anon who is not doing this out of force but bcs I'm silly and love my nasty little guy

bait placed and effectively grabbed YIPPEEEE my excuse to ramble abt inceltaru punishments is here!! it’s arrived!! thanks to you!! <3

cw: for blood, knifeplay, incel themes, abuse, and manipulation <3

when it comes to his adorable little angel, Ajax is… selfish to put it lightly. you’re his angel are you not? so why bother gracing others with so much as your gaze; it makes no sense to him. he does his best to drill a firm set of rules into your head but with such a sweet disposition you naturally slip up on occasion under the preface of helping others. Ajax can’t exactly blame you for it, by all means you’re a species designed to aid others, but it still builds an ugly ball of jealous in his gut and mind.

when it comes to punishments, he doesn’t frame them for what they are. he’d rather go about it explaining it as something normal that all humans do!! you would hate to be left out, right? he mumbled sweet yet backhanded praises while gently tracing your throat before fastening the collar around it. a little bit of, “this is what’s supposed to happen,” and a dash of, “c’mon pretty girl, you want to be good don’t you? so quit fussing and let me fix this up.” he’s sweet when he gently cuts his initials into you too. hands smoothing all over your plush skin and trailing kisses wherever his mouth leads him as if it’ll soothe the bite of the blade digging into your flesh. he wipes your tears off and assures you this is what humans do to show affection and ownership!! everyone does it so behave!! with that, you do even if you’re squirming and sobbing the whole time.

when the other angels see what you’ve let him do? oh, they’re horrified. you let him mangle you so eagerly without a word of defiance? rather than ostracizing you immediately, they attempt to save and help you, urging you to leave this foul human and never let him near you again!! yet, you can’t. you just love him so much that when you come back teary eyed and explaining how they want you to abandon him, Ajax his wrapped around you in seconds. he sighs and mutters about how they just don’t understand the way you do. you’re just naturally better than all of them, you get him. he’s a wonderful gaslighter!!

-☆★☆-

i’m the canon universe he’s far less subdued with punishments. there’s no need for him to beat around the bush so hard since you already know the type of guy he is; a ruthless harbinger with inclinations towards distraction and a major desire for power. he doesn’t need to manipulate the situation so hard because there’s nothing to be manipulated. it’s easy math to him, one plus one is two and you did something bad so you’re getting punished. makes sense, no?

he’s a bit traditional when it comes to these sorts of things. his first line of defence is laughing it off when murderous intent in his eyes and a firm pat to your head that clearly says ‘don’t push your luck’. if that isn’t effective, then prepare for a harsh talking to that’s full of degradation and a bruising grip on your wrists. following that it gets more… humiliating. forcing you to address him as ‘sir’ in public, making you get off on his shoe in front of new recruits, spanking you in Zhongli’s office, and so on… anything above belongs in the category of you fucked up but to a lesser degree. things like back talk, finding work arounds to the rules hes laid out, or not listening to extra orders he’s given to you. he can get far meaner if the situation calls for it.

lets say you did something to make him look a fool in front of his coworkers, god forbid the other harbingers, regardless of if it’s on purpose or not. he’ll be brandishing a small hydro blade and lurking where you least expect him. sometimes it’s in an alley way and sometimes it’s in the darkness of your shared home. you’ll be lulled into false security after he brushes it off in the moment and doesn’t immediately act on punishing you. it’s only when all you’re muscles have relaxed that Ajax slinks out of his hiding spot and presses the blade to your throat just enough to draw blood but not enough to do any serious damage. he’ll revel in the way you sob and cry as with practices precision he makes clean and almost artistic cuts across you’re whole body. Ajax is careful not to draw enough blood to actually put your health at risk but sometimes he gets close; he just adores the deep wine colour especially when it’s coming from your body. numerous degrading terms and many slices of his name will cover your head to toe by the time he’s done making you suffer. it’ll be impossible for you to move without serious discomfort so he’s quick with gliding his cock through the trails of your blood before spreading your pussy open for him to use. it’s close enough to being lube, surely!! any complaints will only make him rougher so be good from there on out. <3

[ghostinthewoods1102]

After all, Jester is still just a puppet with limited free will

(Art from events that happened at @habitual-creatures )