#dimi SCREAM

[blaiddydbrokeit]

I'm going to be honest, I feel like some parents are getting too comfortable with making employees at wherever they go babysit their kids. And half the time those kids are. Well, not easy to handle. Like. Unless there's something severely wrong with me here, I think you should be able to tell an 8 year old, autistic or not, that slapping random people's behinds in public is not the right thing to do. There's no "he's too young to know better" if he has been told not to do it and still does it.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

oh my god. okay. so . this is like. kinda super fk so readmore

so, i was lookin into players who have Fallen during games. and theyre like not anywhere on the site but you CAN look at em with api stuff which i dont really understand but i know HOW to do it, cause all it is is you just get the right link from someone who DOES understand it and then u paste a different players page ID in there. and so i realized that wait. i could see... where sixpack is.

well bad news gamers! i was wrong! cause guess what.

thats dimi wobblers player ID now.

it seems like all they probably did was change the name on the page. which, yes.

that is Exactly. what they did to thomas england

[frickingnerd]

clinging to a promise

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: when the war broke out, you got kidnapped and locked away in fhirdiad. for years you clung to the hope that dimitri would one day save you. and that day finally came…

tags: kidnapped!reader (by cornelia), brief mention of torture/experiments on reader, angst to wholesome fluff, all blue lions are here, dimitri & reader are childhood friends, set during azure moon

“i promise, i'll keep you safe. always.”

for years, those were the words you clung to. that promise between two childhood friends, that you hoped hasn't been forgotten. the promise dimitri made to you all those years ago. the only hope you had, while captured and experimented on. the only thing to keep you going, even in your darkest hour.

it's been years now that you had spent in the captivity of cornelia, locked away in a prison in fhirdiad. rumors of dimitri's death had spread even within the prison, yet you still held onto the hope that dimitri had managed to escape his execution. and that one day, the two of you would reunite again.

and that day was rapidly approaching.

“what's going on–!?”

“they infiltrated the capitol–!”

“surrender! there's no use fighting them”

most of your mornings were quiet and lonesome, but when you woke up with people screaming and panicking outside, you knew something was different. whether fhirdiad was being invaded by outsiders or your savior didn't quite matter to you at that moment. things couldn't really get worse for you either way.

“everyone, step away from the bars–!”

a familiar voice suddenly echoed through the halls of the underground prison. a voice of your former classmate and vassal to dimitri. and if he was here, then surely…

“are you in here? please, answer me–!”

your heart skipped a beat when you heard dimitri's voice. footsteps soon echoed through the halls of the prison, as people started running around, looking for a certain cell.

“i found them–!”

it was felix who got to your cell first, rattling on the bars that kept you separated from everyone else. soon, the rest of the blue lions followed, with dimitri pushing his way to the front, busting open the cell door, as if it was nothing.

“dimi–” before you could finish his name, dimitri had swept you off your feet and pulled you into a tight hug that made the other blue lions panic.

“not so rough–!”

“you'll squeeze them to death, boar–!”

“careful, your highness…”

dimitri's grip on you loosened a little, enough to allow you to stand on your own two feet again. but aside from that, he paid no mind to the others and still held onto you, worrying that if he let go of you, you'd slip away from him once more.

“after all these years… i finally found you” dimitri's face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his words coming out as mumbles that only you could hear. “i promised i'd keep you safe, always. but i couldn't do anything, all those years. can you… ever forgive me…?”

you held on tight to dimitri for another moment, not wanting this warm embrace to be cut short. when you finally did slip away, your hands had cupped his cheeks gently and you made the taller man look down at you, gently caressing his cheek.

“there's nothing to forgive you for, dimitri. you saved me, just like i knew you would. all those years, i've waited for you, knowing that, one day, you'd find me. and now that you're here, i harbor no ill feelings towards you. all i feel is delight, that we are once again reunited…”

[muffinsin]

Hello, good morning/afternoon/night. The anon tired of all the horny bottoms here. A request with alpha reader being the only unmated alpha in the castle, that tries really hard to keep instincts/lust in check, around others maids? No problem, but the dimisisters are a whole other thing.

Everytime Bela ask for her assistance with her paperwork she wants to spoil her and make her feel good because the poor thing looks and smells so stressed (and delicious)

When see Cassandra being a nuisance and all mighty she wants to bend her against the closest table and fuck her, choke her, bite her just using her like a stress doll.

Go along with Daniela flirty remarks just to make her cockwarming while reading a book and not moving at all until she promise to be good and stop teasing her while working, then absolute wrecking her.

Bonus: the dimitrescu palming their back because their plan worked and now they need to convince alcina of not killing you.

I will very thankful for that buddy, pal fella.

I can’t blame you at all! Loving some sub dimis!😚🙌 Bela’s part alone got a LOT longer than I expected, so I’ll need to split this into 3 separate posts to avoid tumblr f*cking me over! XD links to those two parts are (once published) at the bottom of this post!

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You groan silently into the pillow between your teeth, head thrown back as you work your own hand around your cock. You’re painfully hard and ache for relief.

Relief, which you can only get temporarily no matter how hard you try.

A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are all that are on your mind, and it’s as if each day you spend at the castle, it is harder to control your own thoughts and urges. Your body screams at you to claim the three, to use and fuck them hard, to utterly take them for yourself.

And it’s getting harder and harder to deny yourself this urge. This need.

The three omegas are all delicious and exquisite in their own ways, and all equally challenge you to keep from grabbing and claiming them. You’re an alpha- you’re meant to claim!

Of course, you’re not exactly supposed to claim them. Even should you manage to get your hands on the three seductresses, you are sure you will be executed by their mother within moments after. It’s not exactly as though you picture the overprotective mother to be fond of an alpha of relatively low status, a mere servant, defiling and claiming her precious omega daughters.

Yet you fantasize daily, your hand wrapped around your pulsing cock as you think of them.

Bela’s sweet lips wrapped around you, her stress and paperwork forgotten. Instead, the hard working blonde turned into your little office pet as you relieve her of some of her tasks- the only one on her mind, to suck you off and behave like a good girl for you.

Her skin looks soft from what you can tell- pale and slightly pink at places like her nose or neck.

You wonder if her pussy is equally pink for you, soft and wet. Is she sensitive? You like to think so, based on the few times she has whimpered and moaned softly from your fingers massaging her tense shoulders.

Cassandra, her pussy wrapped around you a she is made to take the harsh treatment you offer her, legs spread and breasts squeezed like stress balls. The mighty and stuck up huntress turned into nothing but a fancy sex doll for you, made to take all the cum you so desperately want to pump inside of her.

Bent over and used, ass spanked and groped, her holes used and stuffed by your large cock. She’d make such a good toy for you, brought from her high chair and all her brattiness and entitlement fucked out of her.

It’s time someone teaches the woman some humbleness and manners, respect and basic courtesy, you think. Clearly, this someone must be you.

And sweet little Daniela, overly flirty with you, teasing you senselessly. Her pointed fingertip caressing your chest, even daring to tip to your inner thigh. Her thick ass brushing against you when she bends in front of you on purpose…

The woman is such a tease, you simply must teach her some manners and discipline her for this. Bring the impatient little brat down to earth, use and fill her as she so desperately seems to want.

You groan again as you cum, a fine layer of sweat covering you. You have no idea how much longer you can stand this unfair torture that is denial.

Bela

Your eyes set on the eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu as she works eagerly, her back straight, her eyes focused on the task she faces. You can practically smell how exhausted the poor woman is, yet she keeps working. Stress surrounds the sweet blonde, mixing with the pheromones she emits. You wish for nothing more than to claim and offer relief to her, protect and comfort, love and dominate her.

She pulls her hair to the side then, having smelled you come in. A clear sign for you to get your hands on her tense shoulders, as you have multiple times in the past few days.

She moans softly at your hands on her shoulders, massaging and kneading her skin yet again. You feel your reactions to her seductive sounds, but do your best to ignore them.

Silently, you’re thankful the woman isn’t facing you, so that she cannot take notice of the obvious bulge between your legs and your hard nipples.

“You’re so tense, Milady”, you speak breathlessly. She hums, eyes closed as she leans her head back gently. You resist the urge to drag your tongue along her throat and place kisses and marks along the way, yet eye the skin eagerly. She looks so soft for you.

“Work has been piling recently”, she answers simply. Still, you hear the exhaustion in her voice. The poor thing needs a break, desperately.

“May I suggest drawing you a bath, Lady Bela?”, you can’t help but ask. She looks up at you, as though considering this. For a moment she fidgets with the pencil in her hand, then hums, agreeing to your proposal at last.

The stunning blonde straightens up again when you take your hands from her shoulders and head to the attached bath chamber.

Upon looking in the mirror, you notice your flushed face. Her little moans and whimpers really do a number on you…

For a moment you consider taking care of your problem between her legs. She’s focused back on her work, doesn’t even spare a glance in your direction as she focuses so hard.

For a moment this makes you smile; she is such a good girl, really. You want nothing but to take her for yourself, shower her with love and spoil the already quite entitled woman further.

Your cock aches beneath your uniform, as though demanding your attention.

You groan quietly in frustration as you turn the faucet at the bathtub, allowing warm water to fill in. Next, you add soap and oils, even light a candle in the room. She still doesn’t glance in your direction, though you hear her hum happily at the smell of fine candles and expensive oils.

Another sudden ache between your legs has you lean against the wall, just out of view for her. You can’t help but reach under your uniform and grip yourself tightly, then stroke. You need to make this fast…

You bite your lip to stifle your own noises and pants, and arch your back slightly when within minutes you manage to feel your orgasm bubbling up within you.

The water in the tub is nearly completely filling it.

Again, you think of Bela’s little moans, her tiny gasps and whimpers when you knead her tense shoulders and work on removing each aching knot in her.

You ache to walk into the other room and pull her flush against you, your cock in her. You wonder, what beautiful sounds can you draw from the sweet blonde?

Would she also gasp from having your thick head push inside of her?

Moan when you thrust, and when you speed up?

Shriek when you find her G-Spot and bring her so much pleasure?

A little lost in your own world, you barely notice the water rising up.

Nor do you hear Bela sniffing the air from the other room and pressing her legs together at the aroma partly hidden by the scent of candles and oil.

Your grit your teeth when your pleasure is short lived, and you are forced to stop yourself mere moments away from orgasm, instead quickly readjust your clothing and stop the water from filling the nearly overflowing tub.

Just as you wash your hands, Bela walks in, her eyes set on you, a tongue darting out to lick her lips.

You’re still hard as a rock, although are thankful this is hidden by the sink you’re leaning against.

“Undress me, maid”, she commands softly, lifting her hair and turning around for you. You gulp as you step close to her, hands trembling slightly when you undo her corset.

She smells so good, and you’re completely exposed to the sweet omega pheromones emitting from her this close up. You grip her corset tightly as you take it off, forcing yourself to stay focused.

Next is the zipper of her dress; with slightly trembling fingers you manage to pull it down, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her back. You gasp when she turns around, golden eyes set on you. She looks desperate, almost.

“Bring me my wine glass?”, she asks, rather than commands. You gulp- you’re painfully aware of her thigh against your bulge. “Yes, Milady”- you’re happy about any excuse to move away from her as it gets harder and harder to control yourself.

Yet, when you return with the glass, you nearly have a heart attack at the image in front of you.

Bela in the tub, soap bubbles barely covering her. A slim arm hanging out the tub, gentle, soft fingers dangling in the air. Her head leaned back, her eyes closed. Her neck exposed.

You bite your lip. When she hears you walk close to her, golden eyes open.

She hums when you tip the glass to her lips. “Mhmm, this is relaxing”, she moans. You feel your cock twitch between your legs and can’t help but grind them forwards slightly.

She hums when your hands set back on her shoulders. You can’t help but touch a little more than you should, exploring her neck and collarbone. Bela shivers as she notices you lean close and inhale.

Your head spins with her scent surrounding you. Every instinct in you is urging you to claim the omega in front of you. Each second becomes an unbearable, seemingly futile fight.

She’s naked, right in front of you, ripe for the taking.

Bela gasps when she feels your hand sliding down into the water, just above her chest, and your nose brush against her neck. Slim thighs press together underwater.

You can’t hold back and are tired of doing so for this long.

“You’re beautiful, sweet omega”, you hum. Bela gasps at this, suddenly overly aware of your status as an alpha. She smells your scent and pheromones all around her and feels your warm hand sliding up and down against her skin, not yet taking her, but certainly implying you’re close to doing so.

She gasps when your warm tongue drags against her neck, where the scent is the strongest. With a whimper and low moan, the submissive woman tips her head to the side. You can no longer hold back.

Bela grips the tub’s edges tightly when she feels your teeth dig into her, a claiming mark set on her and signalling the passionate and deep connection between an alpha and omega. Her back is arched and her thighs press together even tighter.

She feels so warm and your head spins as she moans your name breathlessly.

“I-mhmmm, yes!”, she gasps, feeling your hand fully dive under the water surface and cup her left breast. You feel her hard nipple between your fingertips.

“You’re all mine, my precious omega”, you whisper possessively against her neck. She’s blushing, and the submissive woman nods quickly. “Yes, my alpha”, she answers breathlessly when you squeeze her breast.

Bela gasps your name when you lick up against her neck again, feeling the claiming bite beneath your wet muscle. She feels much more connected to you, and as though her senses are on fire.

She turns her head, eying the bulge in your uniform, and smirks excitedly. Too long has she too deprived herself of you, sneaking glances and moaning softly whenever you’ve had your hands on her. Oh, how the poor omega has waited and ached for you to claim her.

Your other hand slides down and cups her other breast. Bela moans sweetly for you.

Upon feeling light fingertips against your covered crotch, you groan. She’s eager for you, just as you are for her.

“Let me help you”, she whispers, golden eyes looking up at you. You can’t deny her offer, eagerly undress and relish in her small gasp when your large cock slaps against her face. “Open up that pretty mouth, Bela”. It’s the first time you’ve said her name like this, with no formality. It feels right, to both of you.

The blonde does so with gusto, yet shrieks in surprise when you push yourself down her throat eagerly, stuffing it and denying her air lest she breathes through her nose. Golden eyes water at the size of the dick in her mouth- it has you feel pride bloom in your chest.

Then, the blonde feels you lean down more, your fingertip brushing against her thigh. She pulls them open, the water warm against her throbbing pussy. When your fingers rest on her clit, you feel and hear her moan around you, her eyes shutting again.

With slow thrusts into the beauty’s warm mouth, you begin to circle your finger around her clit. Bela’s warm and soft beneath your skin, her nipples hard and fingers gripping the tub.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Bela?”, you coo. She gags as she attempts to answer and you chuckle.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well”, you moan. You’re getting close already, riled up from your own stunt just before the bath.

With hungry eyes you watch as her throat bulges a little when you push yourself deep in her mouth, tears running down her cheek as she gags for you. “You’re perfect, my beautiful girl”, you whisper. She moans and whimpers at this, hips bucking up.

“What’s that? Do you like that, Bela?”

She feels you pull out her mouth for a moment to trace her thick, wet lips with your tip, then push yourself back inside. She gags and whimpers yet again, eyes pressing shut as your full balls keep slapping against her face. She wants to be taken and bred by you so badly.

Bela squirms when you keep targeting her sensitive clit, her legs slung over the side of the bathtub. You don’t care about the mess it creates, the wetness on the floor tiles.

All you can focus on is her heaving chest and little moans and whimpers, her gags and flushed face.

You manage to have it go on a little longer, your hips thrusting forth and back, your head thrown back, yet it’s a futile fight when you’re feeling this close.

Feeling her cum and squirt from the treatment of her clit, you finally allow yourself to let go too.

Bela gasps the moment you slip out her mouth and cover her chin and chest in cum, some even landing on her cheek. She giggles at this, and with hooded eyes you watch as she swipes it off with her finger, then sucks it into her mouth. The blonde is a lot naughtier than you originally expected her to be…

The submissive blonde rises on shaky legs when you pull her out the tub and shrieks adorably in surprise when she is instead pushed up on the sink.

When you stand between her thighs, she wraps them around you eagerly. “You’re breathtaking”, you praise, hands exploring her body, lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She moans against your mouth, hips rising slightly.

“Please, I-need-“, you shush her with your lips, feeling her hum against them. You know just what your little omega wants from you, and you’re not about to deny the beauty nor yourself.

Bela reaches down eagerly, her index and middle finger spreading her southern lips erotically as you push yourself inside of her.

She’s quite tight around you, and warm, and so very wet. Her eyes roll to the back of her head upon feeling you inside, the feeling of a cock filling her a rare one. You’re not surprised, given her Mother’s distaste of men.

Bela gasps when she feels your lips around her nipple, kissing and licking lightly as you begin thrusting your hips. Golden eyes flutter close again as she leans her head back against the wall and tangles her hand in your hair.

“Y-Yes! A-AAh!”

“Go-oood!”

“A-AH! AH! More!”

Your hips pick up their pace with each of her breathlessly spoken phrases, until you hold her hips tightly and thrust up into her, using her cunt almost like a fleshlight for your cock. Bela’s a mere moaning mess for you.

“Yes! Yes! More!”, she screams, moans and shrieks tumbling from her wet lips.

She twitches in your arms when you angle yourself differently, hitting the most sensitive spot inside of her with each deep thrust. She’s gripping you so tight, you can’t wait to fill your beautiful new omega up.

“You fe-feel s-so goood…!”, she slurs out, her breasts bouncing with each thrust inside of her.

You grab a fistful of her blonde hair, admiring how in the light it almost seems like a golden halo surrounding her.

Bela gasps when she is pulled to you by her hair, your lips brushing against hers yet again.

“Do you want to be bred, little omega?”, you ask, nearly out of breath and trembling as you hold back from cumming in her already. You want the sweet blonde to cum first.

Bela arches her back when you rub her clit yet again, the little bundle of nerves warm and sensitive below your thumb. Her legs start shaking in no time.

She nods quickly to answer your question, tongue darting out to lick your lips. “I need it in me..!”, she answers, her hips bucking helplessly at the pleasure she receives.

She’s so sensitive after her orgasm, something you’ve noticed as you lifted her out the tub.

“Ple-Ah! AH! A-AAH!”, she gasps and moans with every thrust made into her and stimulating her.

At last, you feel her cum, tight pussy gripping your cock as you too orgasm and shoot thick ropes of warm cum inside her slightly stretched cunt.

[…]

At last, you’re finished with the blonde, her naked body pressed against yours in her bed, her chest rising and falling evenly as she sleeps.

Lovingly, you trace the mark left on her neck.

Cassandra’s part, once out, will be linked: HERE

Daniela’s part, once out, will be linked: HERE

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere Dimitri letting reader go to a hotel/her home after she requests him to let her have a few days to herself and well, Dimi can't say no to you because you really have been on your best behaviour after he had kidnapped you a year ago and forced you to marry him and shit.

He knows he can be a little overbearing, but you're seeing it all wrong! It's just his way of expressing his love for you :D

But nevertheless, you deserve a break. Besides you'll be safe with all his men-

"No guards." You tell him. "I don't want them scaring my friends away."

"Yes guards." Dimitri furrows his brows at you, before pushing your hair behind your ear. "You won't notice them. They'll be hidden-"

"How hidden can they be when theyre built like bears and have that intimidating look in their eyes?" You glared at him before sighing. Time to use that soft voice and damsel in distress eyes he falls for. "Come on, Dimi~ please. I just- I can't stand the feeling of eyes on me. Please. I promise I won't do anything to endanger myself. I'll even call you every few hours to update but please. No guards." You said, exasperation evident in your eyes.

Dimitri cupped your cheek, heart melting into a puddle when you leaned into it. You're so cute.

"Fine. But you call every hour. And if you get so much so as a paper cut, you are to tell me immediately- katyonak, stop laughing. I'm not kidding. I will burn that paper before bringing you back here."

Now while Dimitri did promise you that he won't have any guards accompany you, he didn't mean he won't have any hiding in the shadows. They're the best of the best, so there's no way you'll be able to see them at all-

"I TOLD YOU NO GUARDS, DIMITRI!" He winced at you screeching through the phone. Looking at your angry form through the cameras installed in your room, he couldn't help but still find you so attractive as your face turned red with rage.

So cute.

He cleared his throat. "I don't know what you are talking about, honey. I didn't send any guards. Oh no- do you feel like someone's watching you? Are you in danger? I'm coming to pick you-"

"DIMITRI!"

"Yes, katyonak?"

"Send.your.men.away."

Dimitri feigned innocence. "Again, sweetie. I don't know what you're talking about. There's no one there."

"Oh really? Are you sure about that?" You asked, and Dimitri could hear the threat that was about to follow. "Well, I guess it wouldn't matter if I pulled the drapes away and took off my clothes, huh?"

"Huh? Y/n, no dont do that-" Dimitri could only watch as you pulled the curtains away and began taking your clothes off. "Y/n! Dont do that!"

"Why not? No ones looking and I sure do miss walking around naked without you grabbing me with your paws. Oops, just undid my skirt and slip them off. And I'm not wearing anything underneath-"

Dimitri immeadiately grabbed his work phone. "GET YOUR ASSES AWAY FROM THAT APARTMENT! YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING STARING AT MY WIFE OF I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL PULL ALL OF YOUR EYES OUT AND FEED THEM TO YOU! IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU-!" You smiled as you ended the call, not caring to hear the rest of his threats to those poor men.

You began getting ready for bed, finally at ease now that you didn't feel being watched. But the feeling returned about 20 minutes later, which freaked you out more because there were no windows in the room for someone to be peeping in.

So... who was watching you?

Turning to your other side, you screamed and almost punched the figure lying in your bed, but it caught your fist.

"Shhh, katyonak. Its me-" but Dimitri was cut off with a pillow hitting his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" You yelled at him, snatching your wrist away from his hand, but it only prompted to Dimitri pulling your whole body against himself.

"I missed you." He pouted, puckering his lips for a kiss but you smacked his lips back.

"After a day?!"

"Yeah. And then you said that you were taking your clothes off and well- I don't wanna miss a strip tease by you."

"You get enough strip teases at home, Dimitri. Go away, I don't wanna be near you for a week- you promised me that you would let me have a break for 7 days!"

"Yes. Not 7 nights. So, I'll be here to cuddle you and eat you out for 7 nights-"

"Stop being a perv, Dimitri!" You punched his back lightly, but he only snuggled closer to you. Eventually, you relaxed in his arms. He might be a jerk, but he's warm and not that you'd ever admit it, but you do sleep better when he hugs you.

"Y/n?"

"What?"

"When you said you missed walking around naked, you know you could do it at our home?"

"Dimitri, shut up."

"And i love you too, katyonak." He said, and you felt him kiss your forehead.

[snuffydoo]

Dimentio’s backstory

This post will explain the origins and past of Dimentio and how he came to be prior to Super Paper Mario. I would like to make it clear that everything I say here is not canon and it should not be taken as clear facts or evidence. This is my telling of his story so if you disagree with certain points of the document… that is perfectly okay. I am not here to force anyone to tell the same story as I do. However; I do take a lot of inspiration and points from Garson/Carson. 

>Another thing, I might change some things in the future, especially in terms of designs or names. I will keep this document updated whenever I make any said changes.

Also please don’t go through my doc picking apart my grammar and english mistakes. I know I’m not a professional writer. Thank you

Enough rambling/disclaimers

Let’s begin

The Beginning

The story starts off with a small family of four. 

(The dad’s design is not finished)

(Will update it when I do)

A mom, a dad, a daughter and a son. The dad was an all-powerful magician with the power to bend and create dimensions while the mom was an ancient who had the power to produce illusions. They were both named Universi and Illumina. They then named their kids Damon (Dimi) and Poppy respectfully as they were born. The family was a content family with only the goal to help the other ancients and provide a safe, healthy economy. Using their magic, they would help the civilizations. However, fate had other plans. 

Around the time Dimi was 10 he would come crawling to his mom about certain nightmares he has been having. Each new nightmare shares very similar attributes and traits to the previous one. They all had a forbidding message about a heart made of chaos that would wipe out everything as we know it. Of course these were just dreams right? That’s what Illumina thought of at first until she started getting visions with the same descriptors. 

This grew worry in her as she anxiously watched over Dimi as he continued to live his childfree life. The fear only seemed to grow as the visions got worse for them both. Universi soon caught wind of what was happening and quickly asked what they all meant. He would then ask Dimi the same questions making sure everything was all right. The story was always the same in these visions/nightmares of a masked man who would use the heart of chaos to live out a prophecy that would wipe out every dimension. Once it was clear that Dimi would be that man one day- the terror grew quickly.

Universi quickly disposed of that thought and decided to fight the future. He went into action to start taking more responsibility in leading Dimi the right way. He would direct him to doing the right thing and nag him constantly about what was right or wrong. His punishments were harsh when he did mess up and his words were stern despite Dimi still being really young. Their relationship grew really shaky as both parents had all their attention on him. This only caused more issues than good. 

With all this attention on Damon, Poppy started to get neglected. She was often placed aside because the fears of Dimi’s future were more worrisome than hers. The parents never meant to do this to her but the consequences will take a toll. One day, Poppy started to get very sick as she lay to rest hoping it was just a fever. Not too long after, it took her life as Illumina screamed in terror. Grief quickly took over the family as the dad mourned his daughter for days upon end. With the family completely in shambles, both parents were once again focused on other things as Dimi finally had a chance to breathe and do his own thing. He really didn’t do much aside from locking himself in his room, reading or studying magic. This is where he starts to come up with a book that will be detrimental to super paper mario as a whole. The dark prognosticus. 

Now… At the time it wasn’t really much. It was just a bunch of random notes and diary documents about what his dreams were like and certain spells he jotted down. It was supposed to help him get an understanding of his future and basically get his visions onto paper so he wouldn’t forget them. He even recorded some of his spells that his dad had been practicing. Even an important one that was supposed to bring the dead back to life in a new body. Whatever that meant. While he was researching that, both Dimi and his mom didn’t have much to do so Illumina decided to promise Dimi that he would take him out on a little vacation. It was probably the only time in such a long while that Dimi would be excited for something. 

A couple weeks passed and nothing much has changed. Luckily it was the day of vacation as Illumina beckoned Dimi to come with him. It would help calm both of their nerves as well as maybe rekindling their relationship. She was hoping to help apologize for being a terrible mother as she guided him towards one of the dimension doors. 

The next events came as a surprise.

Before the two could make it to the door, a large explosion happened. At the time, no one knew what caused it. (Frankly someone hypothesized it was faulty wiring to old broken machines). 

Illumina was now dead.

The accident caused an uproar amongst many as people far and wide came to debate and decipher the events of the explosion. The magician’s wife was dead and his son now was nowhere to be seen. News caught wind to Universi as he began to now mourn the death of his entire family. Everything was taken away from him in the span of a couple years. 

Dimi, although presumed to be dead by the public, was actually not really dead. He was caught in the explosion, yes, but he ended up surviving. (Warning for wound depictions and injuries.)  When the explosion happened, it burned his face and his arms were deeply scarred. He didn’t seek help right away, afraid of his father’s reaction so instead he ran away and lived in a shack far from the town. He wasn’t really sure what to do now. Both his mom and his sister were gone, his father was in heavy grieving, and now his own body was injured. He waited it out nonetheless. He didn’t want to go back. Not now. 

Time passed as things at the village started to settle down. Universi became consumed in his work as he was seen to never leave his house aside from calling forth an assistant he hired to help him out. Even the people at the town have become shaken by the events that transpired before them. Silence was thought to have been forever until Universi had an epiphany. 

Once again he refused to let fate describe his future so he did the unthinkable one day. Taking his daughter, he was able to transport her soul into a new corpable body in which he proclaimed as the first ever pixl. He named her the pixl queen and finally came out of his house to shout the praise of his new work. 

News spread fast as the Magician taught his discovery to various other ancients his power of creating pixls. Building tools and ways to bring dead ones back to life as a second chance. A way to preserve the souls of family members. It was a huge success and soon ancients across multiple dimensions were practicing his ways. Universi couldn’t have been happier as he rejoiced at bringing his own daughter back. There was one big issue though, she had no memories or relocation of her past. When she became the pixl queen, all her thoughts and past were erased from her mind. She did not know who he was, or where she came from. All pixls didn’t seem to remember who they were previously. This would soon become an issue later on but let’s get back to Dimi. 

Damon was actually seemingly doing better as he thought that he would finally return home. He got up and headed back with a heavy sigh in his breath. When he came back he couldn’t believe his eyes. The civilization has flourished since he left with people everywhere exclaiming about how the pixls have vastly improved everything in their lives. Dimi, bewildered, went back home to see his dad once more. Of course Universi was even more ecstatic to see his son was actually alive. He helped him settle back in as he helped tend to Damon’s wounds. 

(Not an important note but I wanted to say this anyway. This is where Dimi gets his floaty hands since his arms were way too damaged. His dad helped him out with this) 

Dimi wasn’t too fond of what his dad was doing however. Pixls? Reviving dead members? Assistants? He was completely delusional from grief that he didn’t even have a grasp on what he was actually doing. Damon’s own sister doesn’t even recognize him anymore. Dislike for his father started to become hatred as he quickly started to separate himself from Universi again. 

His relationship with Poppy or well.. The Pixl Queen wasn’t even the same anymore. She was very derogatory of him and often would want nothing to do with Dimi. She had a strong hatred for the ancients for some reason and Damon didn’t get a pass. He started to hate her too as isolation got the best of him. He would go back to what he was doing before all this went down and idly sit in his room. Ashamed of his own face he tried finding a cure and even began wearing a mask to hide his injuries. He couldn’t look at himself anymore in the mirror.

Things played out normally after that or well.. Somewhat normally. Universi would continue to do his own work as both Damon and his sister did her own things. Dimi however was starting to lose it as he became more and more enamored in darker forms of magic. It completely enthralled him as he finally found perhaps a spell that can finally fix his broken face. Upon practice, it worked. His face finally healed and he no longer had scars that plagued his skin. That’s what happened at first at least. Time passed and everything seemed to have gone wrong. The magic backfired and completely corrupted his body. His face especially was now only void. Damon was no longer the same person anymore as this was his last push over the edge. He officially ran away and didn’t look back. 

That’s basically the main gist of what I wanted to write here. A couple years into the future he would soon dawn his new jester attire for he was enamored by the theatrical arts. He then would go completely insane and wish to wipe out all the dimensions and become ruler of them all. I could also get into the nitty gritty of the Pixl Queen revolution against the ancients, how the war was started, or how the Pixl queen became Shadoo  but this document is long enough. (Maybe in the future I’ll explain that too who knows)

But that’s all I wanted to explain today and I thank everyone who read it. 

[adalwolfgang]

Can I have a Matt x Reader where he is comforting the reader after they had a nightmare? I know the trope is overdone and cliche but it’s a good trope nonetheless

Matt (Bunman) comforting s/o after a nightmare...

A/N: For my 'Au' I've changed some things from the original videos. Matt isn't the one who killed Dimi. That's about all I've decided to change so far for the sake of plot.

Relation: Romantic

Your breathing is shallow as you shoot up in bed.

The blanket falling off your clammy skin.

Matt was still out like a light beside you.

One arm lazily draped over your waist.

It's been what felt like weeks since you've had a full nights rest.

Constant nightmares of worry and sorrow had begun to fill your head ever since you had escaped the facility you were practically raised in.

You still hadn't gotten over Dimi's death.

You already felt fear from losing him.

Now fear of losing Matt has begun to grow tremendously.

No matter how many times he's reassured you he can't die.

Or that'd he'd simply come back to you if he somehow did, again.

You haven't told him though about these never ending nightmares though.

You didn't want him to view you as weak for having fear of such nonsense.

You take a look at his exposed face.

Normally you often saw him wearing his iconic black ski or bunny mask but when it's intimate moments like this, he exposes himself entirely to you.

It's a sweet thought.

That he trusts you so much.

You take one last look over his face before deciding to take a short walk to the small kitchen to find yourself something to drink and snack on.

Anything to calm your nerves.

I feeling of the cold tile floor sends a shiver through your body as you make your way to the kitchen.

Every footstep makes a small echo in the small apartment.

You quietly grab a cup from the cupboard and fill it with whatever drink you could find in the fridge.

You're about to pour the drink into your cup when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You're about to scream when a hand covers your mouth, silencing you.

"Shh..It's just me poppet," he murmurs into your ear.

Once you start to relax under his touch, he drops his hand from your mouth and pulls you closer from behind.

"Why are you up so late?"

You shrugged, now getting a chance to finish filling your cup.

"Couldn't sleep and got thirsty.."

You hear him tut with a small grin, spinning you around to face him.

"You're a bad liar poppet. I can understand me scaring you made you jumpy but not to the point of feeling all clammy."

He got you on that.

The night shirt you were wearing was still bathed in sweat.

He pulls you into a comforting embrace, slowly swaying the two of you back and forth a bit.

"We're not moving from this spot until you tell me what's gotten you all sweaty and spooked."

You sigh in defeat.

"I had a nightmare...again"

He puts a finger under your chin and softly forces you to look up at him, worry evident in his eyes.

"Again? You've never mentioned having nightmares before.." he murmurs.

"I didn't want to add another thing for you to stress about on the many things we're already having to deal with. And I especially didn't want to stress you on something as pathetic as this-"

The more you talk, the harder it is to hold back your emotions and sobs.

Matt shut you up with a soft peck on the lips, his thumbs wiping the tears from your face.

"Don't you ever think like that again poppet. You're struggles will never be irrelevant to me. You can also come to me if you have problems, okay?"

After that, he had told you to talk to him about what exactly you'd been having nightmares about.

And you did.

He comforted you when you cried at certain moments when talking about them.

And listened to every word that left your mouth.

Once you were finished, you felt much more lighter in a mentality sense.

Like a weight had been lifted from you.

After that, you both crawled back into bed together, Matt pulling the covers over you both making sure you two were as close as two people could be.

"If you ever, and I mean it, ever have another problem like that again, you tell me, okay Poppet?"

You silently nod your head, sleep already falling over you as you snuggle closer to him and close your eyes.

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fdNyrK61U3A&pp=ygUfbWFyaW8gcGFydHkgZG9uJ3QgbWFrZSBhIHNjZW5lIA%3D%3D

I imagine the dimi sisters playing this and Dani being the one to scream.

Headphone warning: the scream is loud lol

LMAO YALL PLEASE SEND ME MORE STUFF LIKE THIS THIS IS SO FUNNY

[lucidmagic]

i opened tumblr today and checked the donna tag for the first time in months AND SEE THE UPDATE, when i tell you i screamed i’m not lying, this is the happiest i’ve been in ages, almost two years is crazy 🤨 let me tell you that but i never lose hope and waited patiently AND THEN FINALLY HERE IT IS, the chapter was chef kisses as ALWAYS meeting the dimis and mother miranda oh jesus poor reader 😭😭 i was laughing so bad, also reader at the castle simping KAJDKSJDK 😭 reader went full romantic compositor about donna it was so beautiful oh fuck my miserable gay life, and donna my baby my angel my little princess pookie bear honeypie she’s so precious the dinner oh what a beautiful chapter tears in my eyes rn thank you for such a beautiful chapter and fic 💕🫶🏽❤️

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Not the Donna's noodles emojis 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 remember that chapter of the Donna fandom????? damn, it was like another life... almost like it's been nearly two years.

I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter. Not gonna lie, I was feeling the pressure about chapter 9 and wondered how people will react to it after about two years. Plus wondering if I was rusty with writing the characters and story. BUT I ignored it and sent that damned post button and so far people are loving the update. Unless I get inundated with hate mail later this day lol.

But yes, the reader simping with a castle full of women is just me whenever I'm around women soooooo I wrote what I knew

Donna during the date was adorable to write--the entire time I was giggling and kicking my feet.

Again I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter, especially given you're such a staple of the donna fandom!

🍝👄👁️

[little-wing-and-branching-vines]

Pelipper mail!

An email. It has found you.

[A video is attached. Dimi is screaming. Nat is screaming. That one Pelipper is still spitting marbles. And a final Pelipper descends. The video glitches out.]

EMAIL RECEIVED DISPLAYING CONTENT

Dear Nat and Dimi,

G'dirt! I found this cool bird (Ha! Dimi, you would know all about cool birds, being one yourself!), and wouldn't you know, they're like me! They seem to have the ability to travel dimensions. I've been wondering if it's a subspecies from the Infinite Cities, but I couldn't find a whole lot of information on anything like this which is weird. Thing is, this bird was giving off a very similar signal to the last thing we managed to get off the DIRT. So I thought, what if I gave it a message and then sent it off? A shot in the dark, I know, but surely worth a try, yeah?

So here it is. Itsuki and OVID and I are making progress on something to extend the range of some of the Althio tech to actually reach your DIRT! If you get this, then if you could try and extend your own range, that would be extra helpful. If we both reach far enough, we're bound to meet up somewhere in the middle. Then, if we can communicate more regularly, I think we can find a way to get you out of... wherever you ended up. Unless you found your worlds, in which case... feel free to stay there! But I'd still like to say hi, y'know? Really hoping things are good with you. It's hard here still, sometimes. Rebuilding, finding each other, after everything? There's so much going on still and it's tiring, but. We're making a better world with our own hands, no gods or anything any more! I really believe we'll succeed. So you two had better make it back to see.

Other updates, let's see... the Wormhole Museum is running smoothly. I mean, how could it not be, when it's run by us Worms! NaN and Ivy and company are still doing their thing trying to figure out the Microphone. I've made a few jumps to new places myself on unrelated business, but I haven't come across any of the Circuits, unfortunately. I've also gotten into astronomy, which is a lot of fun. You never realize how the stars are slightly different across universes until you really pay attention. You should try and look up at the sky where you're at too, might be interesting.

Anyway. The bird's getting impatient. I'm not sure why it seemed to want me to type this up instead of just handwrite. For some reason this bird delivers emails? Sure. Might as well happen.

Here's hoping this works.

And I hope you're both okay.

All the best,

D.A.

[blueredbulls]

What artists I think the Dimi daughters would listen to (behind Alcina's back of course)

-Bela: Cavetown, Mitski, Sub urban, mother mother, maybe even a little TOOL

-Cassandra: Melanie Martinez, Lady Gaga (would not admit to it), Evanescence, Maneskin, Muse, Missio, Pentakill (yes), and a lot of heavy metal bands. She likes the screams.

-Daniela: Lady Gaga, Ashnikko, Dreamcatcher, Probably anything popular, really

Alcina: OHH YEAH WAIT A MINUET MR POSTMAN

[blaiddydbrokeit]

Don't you just love having DID? In the last 24 hours, 2048 has relapsed into ED behaviours, my eyesight is acting up, we completely fucked up sword class because our stamina was shit today and almost got into disciplinary trouble for being dissociated, Mithrun was a mess and left us slumped over on the stairs for ??? amount of time unable to move, and apparently we are physically and mentally more burnt out than we realize, because it's all chopped up and split across the rest of us that no one perceives the stress level as "high". Howell is not helping, Alexiel is being jaded and snarky and Alcryst is moping, while Alfred is MIA again. Where's Lambert? I DON'T KNOW

[hifrifrimetime]

In the process of coming up with a new idea for my tommy england/sixpack/dimi fic, I've realized there's some bits I'm going to have to rewrite. so here are some snippets that'll get changed but I still like a lot! Under the cut because it gets a bit long

.......

When the Fridays are incinerated, Thomas spends the day crying. It reminds him of the time he almost drowned when he was a little kid and got caught in a rip tide just off the Oregon coast. (Or the day of the Waveback). The taste of salt is overwhelming. Salt and snot. He wishes he could hear the pitched howls of a friend.

Then, it's the taste of blood. Bitter iron so consuming he's nauseous. The anger he tells himself he made peace with long ago surges in him. It's not fair. Not them.

Then it's just ash. Soot caking his mouth, dry as a desert. Days.

He's cleansed by the jailbreak. Fresh. Thomas screams and screams and screams his throat raw. He almost smashed his skateboard caught up in the waves emanating from him. It's the happiest he's been in a long, long time.

And then everything is weightless and the world goes black.

-------

The first thing he manages to feel again is the sensation of losing his breath. He's falling. Fuck he's falling fast and long. But it's not him. He experiences it like a dream; it's happening to him, but he's just an actor in a role.

Then everything tingles. It starts soft, barely a shiver, growing exponentially more, like his leg has fallen asleep but it's his whole body, and then more and more until it becomes painful to even twitch and everything is tv static.

And then he wakes up. Or returns. Or is simply conscious again. Thomas could never quite figure out what terms to use to accurately describe his retroactive non-existence existence.

Regardless. He's back in apartment 9C263, in his bed, blinking away the residuals of vertigo as he sits up. His room looks different. It's the same it's always been... but also not.

But it doesn't matter. Because as soon as he's remembering setting up his desk in this corner but somehow also that one, a mass of fluff and slobber and love comes bounding through the door and launches herself at Thomas without hesitation. They topple to the floor, and he bangs his head on the corner of his bedframe, but Thomas couldn't care less.

He's finally back with his girl.

......

It was different with Dimi. Whereas he and Sixpack had this special connection, there was something blocking them off from Dimi. Thomas could never catch him in the same room. Like a ghost in the corner of his eye. He was always on the periphery- or maybe it was Thomas who was.

At least, he and Sixpack were together again. Sometimes she would wander into his room at night and curl up in the bed next to him.

God, he had missed those walks. Sixpack had too. They go grocery shopping together and try unsuccessfully to make new recipes. Mostly they just saw each other.

[muffinsin]

Hi! I just read your wastersports hc on the dimi sisters and bela is for sure naughty. I was wondering if you could do a reader x bela fic about bladder control? Where bela sits on reader's lap and she drinks up every glass of blood wine she's given by reader until she's at her limit, writhing above reader's lap. If you're okay with it! I understand if you think this request is weird... So yeah!

-weird anon

Hi hon! :) Very interesting! It’s been a while since I’ve done a WS post I think! Absolutely, let’s do it!🙌

(Prompt not by weird anon)

Watersports HC Post,

For all interested: more WS in and after Masterlist 4

Masterlists

The room is dimly lit and quiet, long, red and white candles scattered around, a dimly lit chandelier of short, yellow-ish candles the only light source. In the distance, you hear the occasional grunts, groans and screams of prisoners being tortured. Then, the sounds pass, as though a door was closed or the person passed out.

The room, also, does not smell of anything, despite the wine and barrels around.

No, the only scent you take in is the one of your girlfriend, sat right on your lap where she should be. The rich perfume, the scent of delicate flowers, the vanilla undertones of her skin and hair, as well as the faintest hint of blood and iron that follows her.

You inhale subtly.

Her pale cheeks are dusty pink and warm to the touch, her chest rising and falling with each breath that is slightly less even than usual.

Her lips are parted and you spot a single drop of red blood-wine slipping at them. From the middle of her thick bottom lip to the corner of her mouth, then down.

Bela seems entirely unaware of this. She seems completely lost in thought.

You reach out, your thumb catching the drop just before it can pass from her jaw. She jumps, her golden eyes wide.

She wraps her lips and tongue around you gently as she sucks the last drop from the previously filled glass from your fingertip.

Then, your hand reaches out as she releases your thumb, instead grasping the blood-wine bottle again.

Another glass is refilled and you notice the blush covering and heating up Bela’s cheeks turn into a deep crimson colour. It reaches past her cheeks now, her neck slightly pink.

And the blush is not the only reaction you’ve pulled from her this far. You notice the shivers running up and down her spine and neck, the warmth of her thighs and core you can feel even through the clothing, the hardness of her clenched and flexed thighs.

Although she is yet unaware of this, your actions are anything but random.

The hand placed and the arm wrapped and laid just above her bladder, the warm breath against her sensitive neck, the ever-refilling glass. Your arm keeping her in place, just enough for her to be still for the past twenty minutes and take all the blood-wine you’re feeding her like a good girl.

You’re not oblivious to what you are doing, of course. Though, it seems she believes so.

It seems, poor Bela is still convinced you are simply helping her sample the wine, as she should today according to her tasks.

But no, there is nothing random about this at all, for you know the kinky secret she attempted to keep hidden from you.

And how? Because of a tiny, little, simple slip up of hers.

You remember it as clear as day, her body sat on your lap two days ago, her hands set on your shoulders, her head turned slightly as she lowered it and her teeth dug into you.

A small joke, on your part, as you teased her for drinking this much from you. So much, you joked she’d wet herself if she didn’t pause.

Ah, but her reaction was as immediate as it was delicious. You lick your lips slightly at the memory.

You remember your blood overflowing and spilling from her lips as she choked on it at your words. Her thighs pushing up against yours, the roll of her hips when she, oblivious to her actions, moved her hips to grind down on you instantly, as well as her perky breasts and sensitive, hard nipples brushing against you.

Certainly, the phrase did something to your beautiful girlfriend. And it took you no time at all to find out just what and why it did this to her.

Bela whimpers lowly under her shaky breath when you raise the newly filled glass back to her lips. Which one is it? The fourth? The fifth?

But still, when the rim of the glass meets her plump, wet lips and you tip it, she gulps it down eagerly and obediently. Once, she nearly chokes on it, when your arm tightens around her and you use the movement to press down on her bladder slightly.

She squirms immediately, her hands jumping to your arm. In an attempt to hold onto you? To keep you there? To pull you away?

“Ah, you missed a drop, my beautiful girl”

You know, bringing praise into this is unfair. You feel her hips rolling a little, her thighs clenching. You notice the goosebumps on her neck even as she successfully muffles her moan by biting down on her lip.

You raise the tip again, your eyes watching hungrily as the last drop slides into her mouth. You watch her throat, see it move as she swallows.

You wonder, how much more of this can she take? She’s squirming lightly, barely enough for you to make it out. It seems she isn’t yet ready to tell you about her need for the bathroom yet, either.

You lean forwards, your arm pressing on her bladder and pulling a sweet gasp from her.

“Is everything okay, my sweet girl?”, you coo. She nods, fast, before her lips part and she responds in a shaky voice and uneven breaths. “Ye-es, of course, dragă”

You hum only, your eyes flickering across her skin. Then, an idea comes to your mind.

You refill the glass slowly, aware that her eyes are set on the thick wine as it pours into the wineglass.

“Good. You have been doing very well so far, Bela”, you praise. She squeaks, almost, and you bite your lip to muffle the chuckle daring to escape you when her legs press together.

Then, you raise the glass back to her lips. She squirms already, as though anticipating the feeling of her full bladder filling further.

Yet, this time, when her lips meet the rim of the glass and blood-wine pours in her mouth, your warm tongue drags across her sensitive neck.

Her reaction is instant.

She moans loudly, bright golden eyes shooting open. Your hand reaches up to grasp her hood just in time when she attempts to move her head forwards and stop drinking.

But, this is not hers to decide. Whimpering and moaning she drinks up slowly, forced to gulp it all down with barely any break as your teeth graze her skin and your tongue slides across her.

You pull back only when a small hickey is formed on her pale neck, just above her choker. The blonde woman gasps for air when the glass is removed. Deep crimson droplets slip from her lips and to her chin.

Her face feels embarrassingly warm and Bela’s body is stiff, as though she attempts hard to keep herself from making a wet mess of your lap.

You tsk as you set the glass down. With one hand pressing down harder on her bladder, you use the other to dab a tissue against her chin.

“You’re being so messy again, my beautiful girl”, you scold lightly. You wonder; how close is she to wetting herself? How close is she to begging?

Her hips roll slightly, her ass grinds against you near-constantly as she squirms on your lap. Whether to get more pressure on her bladder, or less, you aren’t yet sure. You don’t care either, though.

Bela whimpers when you reach for the bottle. Yet, when you turn it, you find it to be completely empty.

“Time to open the next, no?”, you tease with a squeeze of her hip. Again, she gasps and holds onto your arm a little tighter.

Wide, bright eyes watch as you open the second blood-wine bottle. Then, when the liquid is poured into the glass, her eyes press shut. You notice her shift and squirm and relish in the sweet, loud yelp you pull from her when you spread your legs, and thus, hers.

No crossing or pushing them together now, you’ve decided.

Poor Bela is a blushing, flustered mess on your lap.

You raise the glass back to her face and press down with your arm. Then, when her lips part and a squeak and breathy words slip from her lips, you smile in triumph.

“Iubi! My lo-ove!”, she gasps.

“Yes, Bela? Have you had enough, my precious girl?”, you coo. “Or is there something you need to tell me, little one?”, you add, a knowing smirk on your lips as you press down right on her bladder again.

Golden eyes widen as she turns to you, at last, she understands.

She understands it all in an instant, and just as her lips part and she begins the start of whatever phrase she’s about to say, you bring the tip of the glass back to her lips.

Her eyes widen as she gulps it all down again, her throat moving with each gulp, her hips twitching and moving back and forth wilder and wilder.

She squirms openly on your lap now, more and more the harder you press down at her bladder.

“That’s it, Bela, have every last drop”, you coo. She moans even as wine overspills and drips down her cheek. You smile at the sight, the drop oddly alluring as you watch it slide from her cheek to her jaw, then down her throat where you lick it up.

You move the empty glass now, back towards the table. She’s shaking and gasping for you, each breath daring to make her lose control.

“Is something the matter, beautiful girl?”, you smile. You want her to admit it. You need to hear her say it.

And it seems your girlfriend understands this, at last, with her bladder full to the limit and pressured by you, with your warm tongue and breath against her sensitive neck, with your words spoken breathlessly into her ear.

“Please, draga…”, she begs. She’s squirming harder and harder. But her words will not do, not in the slightest.

This time when you tighten your hold on her and bite down on her neck, though, you feel something new.

To her greatest pleasure and humiliation alike, you feel warm wetness drip from her onto you. You feel it for a mere second before her body tenses up again.

Her cheeks are so very bright and warm, they nearly rival the wine in colour. You smirk, then chuckle when you guide her off your lap.

“Strip, little one”

Her eyes widen, her thighs push together hard enough for her to tremble.

You rise from the chair, your thumb and index finger trapping her chin between them. Then, a sly smirk comes across your lips as you speak.

“Won’t you be a good girl, Bela?”

At this, you notice her body trembling slightly again.

And, like the good girl she is for you, she falls right into her place and follows the command without making a fuss. She no longer worries that the room you’re in is technically not private. That anyone could come in, find her, like this.

Her cloak is the first to fall. Then, the corset at her dress is undone. It too falls to the floor. Each item has her clench her thighs together harder, makes her shiver more.

Then, her dress. You smirk as smooth, pale skin is revealed. Thick thighs, smooth skin, slim hips. She’s only left in her chocker, black bra, dark, rather transparent stockings. She still wears her black panties and black garter belt you put her in in the morning. The sight and feel of it has her turn her head to try and hide her warm cheeks.

“Off with the bra and panties, Bela”, you command. Again, she quickly removes them. Perky, pale breasts and dusty pink erect nipples greet you.

You lower your eyes and your tongue darts out at the sight of her exposed pussy. Wetness of different types is smeared against it. Some droplets on her inner thighs, other right at her pussy. Her arousal, smeared against her southern lips.

A curl of your finger is all it takes for her to sit back down on your lap. You spread her legs easily and wrap your arm back around her.

“Do you want to mess yourself, Bela? How come my beautiful girl hasn’t told me of such naughty fantasies yet?”, you coo. You press down on her bladder again and immediately feel her squirm on you.

The poor thing is completely flustered and turned on, helplessly gripping your arm as you hold her.

You feel another spurt of wetness, then, and smirk when it stains your work uniform. Poor Bela will have to explain herself for that one.

As of now though, this isn’t even at the back of your mind. Your hand slides up her body and you chuckle at her squeak and breathy gasps and moans when you cup a handful of her breast.

Your thumb slides across her hard nipple, then your index finger. Then, when you clasp it between them, you groan at the sweet sounds she makes. More wetness drips from her, beyond her control.

She’s squirming and moaning on you, her wetness running down her thighs, soaking your trousers, the floor…and it only adds to her humiliation and pleasure.

You squeeze the small bud between your fingertips. Each pull, each tug, each rub has her shake a little more.

She grips the chair tightly, her sharp, claw-like nails tearing at the wood.

“Ple-ease, draga”, she begs, eventually, when you repeat the action another time.

“Please, what, beautiful girl?”, you coo. “Use your words, you’ve been doing so very well so far”, you add.

But, as more wetness dares to leak out and her body tenses, it seems all her words die on her tongue. She merely whines and whimpers, her eyes pressed shut in concentration.

You smirk.

No, you will not grant her this. You know just how needy she is, how very needy she can get from wetting herself. You’ll see to it that she does it, that your strong girlfriend cannot hold back.

She squeaks when your hands slide down her body and grip her thick thighs, her chest heaving with each heavy breath. Was it not for her tongue darting out to lick at her lips every few seconds, you’re sure they’d be stone dry by now.

You feel her thighs push against you, a pathetic attempt of closing them. You tsk, and it has her jump and squirm above your lap again.

“Now, Bela, don’t deny me such a gorgeous view”, you whisper against her neck. She moans and whines, her warm cheek pressed up against you when she turns her head.

You smile when your fingers slide down, then, to her embarrassment, your index and middle finger easily spread her southern lips apart.

“There we go..! What a beautiful sight, Bela. Ah-Ah-Ah! Stay still”, you command lightly. And, of course, your lover obeys.

You smirk.

“Good Girl”, you praise, a chuckle slipping past your lips when the mere phrase has more wetness leak from her.

“Now, now, Bela…”, you coo.

Then, with a single squeeze of her thigh and with your fingers spreading her wide open, your last command comes.

“Wet yourself, now”

Your tone leaves no room for disobedience; she mewls and moans loudly as she lets go, her entire body jolting and shaking as she cums and covers the chair and floor in her wetness.

You watch, hungrily, as her body is forced through this intense orgasm. And when your fingers slide across her sensitive clit and more moans are pulled from her, you nearly drool at the sight of her equally drooling pussy.

Wetness and arousal leaks and drips out, slowly, while still connecting to her entrance with a string of cum.

“Ho-How’d you- kno-ow?”, she asks breathlessly. You wrap your arms around her properly, allowing her weak limbs a rest from the sudden and intense orgasm.

“I always know”, you merely respond with a kiss to her throat.

[snuffydoo]

Dimentio's quotes of today

Dimentio: if your oppent can't hear you, but can see. Poke them in the eyes. That way they are blind and deaf. Simple.

Dimentio(too Mr L): maybe you should get hearing aids instead of ear pods to understand that what I just said was me being ☆S a r c a s t i c☆

Dimentio: aahh~ What I lovely day to listen to the sounds of your enemies screaming for mercy right under your feet. Relaxing.

Dimentio(To count): I though being depressed was the same as being "bummed out" but, suit yourself I guess.

Based on an RP-

Lol

these are so in character omg <3

Dimi I love you so much

You are so mean but you are so sillehhhhhhhhh

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Testing: Phase Two

O5 wants to see firsthand how I'd handle myself in a legitimate breach. Lucky for them, and unlucky for me... Big Brother woke up and chose violence. He trashed his quarters, is chasing the guards around, classic Abel on a rampage. All because Agent Dimitriov had to take a few days to say good bye to his dying mother. So, into the Semetic dragon's den go I. Honestly... I have a bad feeling about this, kids.

Great. He was doing so well. Then, sadly, Dimi lost his mom. Thus, Abel is now tearing apart the killing corridor piece by piece. Just in time for O5 to see just how much I learned from Big Brother. So, it's just me going in. Clef is livid. He's trailing behind myself and the O5, shouting at them.

"You can't be serious, sending Rabbit in alone. And unarmed? She's not ready. You're not throwing her into the deep end, you're throwing her to a very angry shark." At this, O5-12 spins on his heel.

"Do you have a better idea on determining if our Rabbit can swim? Besides, this line of reasoning is almost comical coming from you, Dr. Clef. Are you, or are you not, known for "simulating" type Green attacks in your classes?"

"Yeah, but-"

"This is no different. Rabbit can do this. We have faith in her. Now, stop coddling her and let her get on with it. Proceed with testing, Dr. Snow." I swallow my nerves and approach the doors. Just before I go in, Clef stops me.

"Be careful, Snowbunny. I'd hate to have to find a new assistant, you're a tough act to follow." I force myself to smile before I answer.

"No worries, I'll be fine. But... if I survive I think I earned takeout."

"Done. Try not to die, Snowbunny." A quick hug, a passing kiss on the cheek, and... into the mouth of hell I go. I try not to wince when the doors close behind me.

I reach the killing corridor proper, and don't even get to wince before Big Brother is swinging at my head with a kopesh. I teleport behind him, kick him down. Then, he gets up and tackles me. He punches my head, but finds only the steel plating where I was. I stab him in his left leg with an ice shard. Bad call. He just yanks it out, flings it back at my head. I duck, it shatters. Before I can recover, I'm dodging a flurry of punches while trying to hit him back. This... is going to get me killed. But... if I can pull this off, it might take some of the fight out of Abel. While I'm trying to fight off his attacks, he's managed to not only expose a very handy piece of steel plumbing pipe, he's also thoughtfully disconnected a large segment of it, about two meters. Bit heavy, but... I manage to levitate it and swing it as hard as I can. Abel tumbles off me, holding his head. Before long, he recovers. He's slower, so at least I concussed him. I take my chance to see if I can snap him out of it.

"SCP 076-2, WHAT IN THE KENTUCKY FRIED FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?"

Shit. Forgot my voice also got power upgrades. He looks like I just flash-banged him point blank. His dagger clatters to the floor. Awareness dawns on him like a sunrise.

"You... screamed at me. Did... oh, (untranslatable), I might have made a mistake."

"Yeah, but it's fixable. No worries. Sorry." I grab Abel's shoulder, give it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, Dimi will be back in two days. That's 48 hours. You made it twice that before today. I know you miss him, this just isn't how to handle it."

"You are, as always right, Little Sister. This is all new to me."

"It's okay. Just... maybe ask to use the Rage Cage next time?"

The intercom crackles by the door.

"Wait... when did we get a Rage Cage? Oh, you mean the Room of Self Replicating Porcelain Plates? How do you know about that? That's Level 4 clearance, Dr. Snow." There's quiet murmuring behind O5-2. "Dr. Clef's assistant, in charge of Anomalous Enrichment Protocol? Oh,.. yeah. Fine. We will authorize 076-2 for the Rage Cage. But! No more rampages, understood?"

"Understood."

"Good."

"O5-2, sir? Request permission to escort 076-2 to the Rage Cage to... calm down, give the E-Class a chance to straighten up in here. I'll keep a very sharp eye on him."

"See that you do, Dr. Snow." Abel consents to being strapped down for transport. As this is happening, and can take a bit due to multiple multiple straps, I step into the hall. O5-11 is talking to Clef, waiting.

"I knew you'd handle things, Dr. Snow. And, Dr. Clef? Fire her and the Red Right Hand will shoot you."

"Wouldn't dream of it, sir. In a way... I think I owe O5-6 some whiskey for hiring her." This had me smiling despite the pain creeping in from where Abel hit me. Ugh. Thank 343 it was mostly fists on his end. Even still, I'm going to be black and blue all over by nightfall. But... no, I didn't die. Sure, no amount of makeup will cover the huge bruise I'm sure is forming on my left jawline, but I survived, somehow.