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IT WAS THIS ACCOUNT'S FOURTH BIRTHDAY TODAY WOOOO TY FOR BEING HERE

lucidicer

i'm seeing people losing hope for palestine i'm begging you seriously please don't. the death toll is high but there are still people alive, there are still journalists risking everything to make sure the world sees what is happening. please continue protesting if you have the option to, keep demanding for a ceasefire and keep talking about palestinians both alive and dead. you have to keep going until the very end or else you really did fail them.

bundibird

Reminder that before all this, the population of Gaza was approximately 2,300,000. The current death toll is around 15,500 - possibly as many as 20,000. That's horrific, yes. But that means that there are still at least 2,280,000 gazans alive and kicking. There are 2.28 million people who would benefit from a permanent ceasefire; for an end to Israeli hostility; for increased aid and reliable access to food and water. There are still 2.28 million people that Israel has not managed to kill.

So keep making noise. Do whatever you can to help those 2.28 million living people, and to remember and honour the 15,000-20,000 lives that have been taken. Giving up on Gaza helps no one but Israel.

back from the dead... if you like my fics i'll love you forever if you gimme christmas prompts. ineed to get out of a slump rn <33

#christmas fic #christmas fluff #ouat x reader #ouat fanfiction #avengers x reader

matixv

Domme Wanda Maximoff x Sub girl reader

Summary: Wanda isn’t used to her powers, she is still learning how to use them. Her lack of knowledge leads her to make more victims than expected, forcing the avenger team to leave her at home on their next mission. All the News on television are calling her a Monster, someone dangerous, not to be trusted. Once at home, Wanda uses you as a way to take the anger off and shows you how much of a Monster she can be. You aren’t used to seeing her going so rough on you, but in some ways, you like it, and not only a little.

Warnings: smut, kinda dark Wanda, kinda cnc but still safe?, pain, anal sex, strap ons, spanking, belt spankings, spitting, hair pulling, worshipping, aftercare, Wanda is mad at the world, bdsm, restraints, big strap on, mention of blood, scratching, degrading names, pain play, praise.

Words: 3.3 k

Ok! So this was a request, and I hope I satisfied what you were looking for. I couldn’t write REALLY dark Wanda just because I want to keep my page safe for littles or really sensitive subs, but I still tried my best.

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You comfortably sat on the couch, the tv sharing loud and annoying information about useless things you didn’t even care about. You were waiting for news about Wanda and the other Avengers, news about their accomplished mission without any victim, news about another city being saved by your wonderful girlfriend. She had warned you about the possibility of not hearing about her for days, even weeks, but you trusted her to keep you up to date about the occurring events.

You melted into the cozy red couch you and Wanda chose back then, when you bought your first house together. Red was your color: the furniture was mostly red, Wanda’s powers were red, your safe word was red. You soon discovered that a normal relationship wasn’t suited for the both of you, you wanted more, a dynamic possibly? A Dom/Sub one. It didn’t take long to discover who was who, you submitted to her since the first day.

As you were thinking about the past, Wanda’s name appeared on the huge screen, but not in the way you were expecting. The reporter had a deadly serious face, not a inch of positivity in his facial expression: “Avenger Wanda Maximoff wasn’t more than a obstacle to the dream team! The Scarlett Witch killed an entire building of innocent people trying to defeat the enemy with her powers. Her teammates immediately jumped into action, leading her away from the scene before her powers could get out of control. Luckily many of the people were saved, but we are not expecting to see the red head any time soon, as the Avengers decided to bench her”

The cup of tea you were holding crashed onto the floor, tea spilling everywhere on your carpet. You couldn’t believe that; you were sure Wanda was more than capable to control her powers, to use them for good. Something must have happened. You slowly got up, cleaning the mess you made, waiting for anything: a text, a phone call… anything.

As you knelt on the cold floor, your phone rang. It was Natasha. Why was she calling you? Did something happened to Wanda? You knew how easily your girlfriend could slip into a dark headspace, a bothered one, where flashbacks and Memories tried to eat her alive. You definitely couldn’t control or read her mind, but it wasn’t hard to understand, she was an open book for you.

“Nat? Hey, is everything okay? Please tell me she is fine! Is she hurt anywhere? Do you need any help? Because you know I can be there in a few hours, I don’t even need the Jet, I just need to pack a bag and-“ you started venting before she could talk.

“Y/n, she is fine, she is driving home to you”.

“Oh”. You froze on your spot, giving yourself time to take in what she just said. Wanda usually gave herself a few days after her Missions to recover from the stress and the tiredness the use of her powers led to. She would spend those days in the Avengers cave, in her room. “Are you sure she is okay? She… she never comes home right after her missions, it isn’t something she would normally do. D-Did you check on her before she started driving?”

“She looked fine, she just wanted to be home with you. I bet she wants your comfort” Natasha smiled on the other side of the phone. No, you thought, she didn’t want your comfort. You were just a way to seek comfort. Natasha and Clint were the only two people to know about your dynamic, but it was still a sore spot for them. “Please, be safe, and don’t hesitate to call back”

“Yes, Nat. Thank you for everything” you thanked her ending the phone call.

Wanda would be here soon, and you had no idea how to prepare for her arrival. Once she walked through the door, she used to hug you and hold you tight, but what would happen if she didn't? What would have happened if she needed anything else?

You decided not to overthink and went to tale a hot shower, the water pouring on your head, you melting under the soft jet. You instantly felt relaxed, your muscles loosened, your mind felt almost empty from anxiety. If Wanda needed something, you were there to give her what she wanted.

You took your time, washing your hair throughly. You shaved and covered your body in lotion, carefully massaging your legs and arms. Once out of the shower, you dried your hair and wore some comfortable clothes: a black crop top, a pair of grey sweatpants and some cozy home underwear. You weren't there to impress anyone after all.

As you peered into the kitchen, you noticed a faint noise of someone moving things around, but no one was standing there. You walked into the room and saw the reason of the noise: Wanda was sat at the table, moving things around with her powers. From the table to the living room, from the living room to the library, from the library to the counters, and from the counters to the table again.

You tried to catch the book she was controlling, but the item was moving too fast. You touched it with the pad of your fingers, breaking Wanda's hex and making the book fall on the floor. You searched for her eyes. Red.

"Hands behind your back!" She yelled, getting up from her chair. You immediately assumed the position, without her having to tell you twice. "See, that's what happens when people ruin everything, when people don't trust my powers". She walked up to you, her face only a couple inches away from yours. Suddenly, you felt her hand gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look down at the book.

Her hand was obviously leaving a mark on your skin, it burned and her nails were deeply scratching your scalp. "I-I'm sorry, Wanda" you apologized, taken aback at the roughness of her actions. "It won't happen again"

"Address me properly, you fucking useless slut" she hissed leaning closer to your ear, her red aurea making you fall deeply in your sub space. "Try again" she ordered.

"I'm sorry Mistress, it won't happen again". With that, she released the back of your neck, making you fall on the ground on your knees. You looked up at her, searching for a little compassion in her piercing scarlet eyes, finding nothing more than her will to prove herself that she was indeed a monster, a sinful one.

You perfectly knew what her lustful glance was asking for, she was ready for you to praise her for her work, to appreciate her for whatever reason could come up to mind. You slowly crawled near her legs, leaning into them and hugging her from your place on the floor.

Her face softened, giving you a hint or sweetness. Her hand slowly rested on your previously abused scalp, moving your hair delicately, giving you the opportunity to rest and breathe. Your Wanda was home with you, and it didn't matter if she wanted to be a Monster or herself.

"Praise me, tell me I'm a monster" she whispered.

You clung more to her legs, taking in the scent of her skin. "Mistress, I'm so proud of you for her work, you did amazing. You showed yourself for who you are, for the monster you are, it was wonderful to watch even from home. Your powers are the strongest ones, the Avengers wouldn't have done it without you and your wizardry"

Her hand subtly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking them backwards until your mouth was forced open, eyes fixed on the ceiling. She lowered until her mouth was just in front of yours, and spitted in it, yanking your hair forward once you swallowed obediently. "On your feet, bend over the table". She was pretending to be a monster, but the helping hand she gave you to stand up said otherwise.

"Y-Yes Mistress, thank you" You whimpered, bending over the table as quickly as you could, not wanting her to wait any longer. You heard some familiar clicking, it was unmistakable, it was her belt. You tried to stay still, not wanting to make the things worst, but it was not enough.

"Stop squirming!" She yelled. You felt the sound of the leather item on your sweatpants before you even felt the stinging pain that came with it. "Control your fucking body or I'll do it for you, and trust me, it won't be pleasant"

"Yes Mistress"

When she said she would have controlled your body, she didn’t mean tying you down or handcuffing you, that was too easy for Wanda. She meant using her powers to force your hands behind your back or behind your head, forcing your legs open so you couldn’t close them.

You decided to obey before any similar thought crossed her mind. Your palms were touching the cold wooden table, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your eyes were concentrated on what was in front of you.

“Ouch” you whispered, laying your forehead on the cool surface as you felt another stinging swat coming down on your rear. Another one hit you and another one again.

You felt her mumble something to herself while she was abusing your backside with her belt: “they want to see the monster uh? They will see the monster then. That’s what happens when you try to help! You think the other Avengers haven’t killed anyone during their careers? Natasha was literally a trained assassin! For fuck sakes”

Each word was interrupted by the belt landing on your bottom, with you trying not to cry at the pain.

After a minute of pause, you thought it was over, but you were wrong. She grabbed you by your hair, pushing you throughout the house. Your eyes were blurred by the tears and you just let her guide you to the place she wanted you the most: your bed. When she released the grip she had on you, you immediately fell on the soft mattress, a great contrast to the hard table you were bent on.

She was looking at you expectantly from above, her eyes glancing between your neck and your face. “You look so pathetic, as everyone else” she almost barked. “And to think that I came home for you. You are good only at being used, at being my toy, a fucking object”

“You are a Monster, Wanda” you whispered.

Her glance turned from hate to rage. You didn’t even notice her raised hand before it made contact with your right cheek, sending you pain through your nerves. You didn’t have time to recover that she was already ripping your clothes from your body, until you laid naked on the bed.

“How dare you?” She whispered, leaning over your body to reach your ear. “The audacity, the disrespect, after everything I’ve done for you?”

She roughly kissed your lips, biting your lower lip with her teeth. Grabbing your chin with her hand, she tilted your head to the side to have better access to your neck, biting and sucking your pulse point quickly after. “Mistress, please, I need more, I need you” you pleaded.

You glanced at her when she was removing her clothes, her red jacket and her black jeans quickly landed on the floor, and now she was standing just in her bra and panties, giving full dominant vibes.

“That’s right, you need me, everyone needs me”

Her movements were quick and planned, maybe she thought about doing this since the mission was over?

As you laid on the bed, her knee reached in between your legs, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to grind on her to get more pleasure, but the result was far away from your plans. You felt something around your hands, but it wasn’t physical: her powers were forcing you still on the bed, you had no control on your body anymore.

“No, No, please Mistress, I beg you”

All your attempts to convince her to give you what you needed had been in vain, Wanda was not doing it for your pleasure, but for her own. While one of her hands was focused on holding you down, the other was traveling lower and lower on your body. First she took a nipple of yours between her fingers, squeezing it until it left a purple mark around the areola, then she headed towards your pussy, where instead she immediately reached your clitoris, slapping it violently.

“Miss!” You yelled, snapping your head up from the bed.

The one in front of you wasn’t your usual Wanda, it was like a real monster had taken over her empathy. Yes, you both liked to cause and receive pain, but this was another kind of scene. She liked the idea of causing you pain so you wouldn’t enjoy it, just for the pleasure of seeing you suffer. It was like being in bed with Scarlet Witch, the one who had everything taken from her and had nothing but pain.

Furthermore, she didn’t let you touch her, and it was really odd from Wanda, she loved your touch.

Suddenly you felt your hands become freer, almost light. You realized that Wanda had freed you from her powers. But before you could move, your body was picked up and turned around, so that you were on all fours. With your eyes you noticed the last drawer of the bedside table opening, and the strap with attached the biggest dildo of your property attached. Your eyes sparkled at that promise, soon Wanda would have taken you the way you craved the most.

Despite her rush, she took her time with your cunt. You felt two fingers deep into your pussy, angled towards your g point. “Fuck!” You screamed at the sudden intrusion.

“As much as I would have liked to split you in half with my strap, I’m good enough to use my fingers beforehand” she added, spanking your ass with the other hand.

When she removed her fingers, your hands squeezed the comforter that covered the bed, and after a second, you were penetrated by the strap. The dildo was huge, everything was burning and you felt like your body couldn’t stand such an intrusion. "I can’t do it Miss, it’s too big, it’ll split me in two"

She laughed at your cries, only pounding harder into your aching pussy. She leaned forward after a particular hard thrust, and scratched your back with her nails, almost brining your skin to bleed. “If you think THIS will break you in half, just wait for what’s coming after”

Everything was amplifying: your screams, her grunts of pleasure, the wet sound of the strap that came in and out violently. You were being catapulted into a world where all you could feel was what was happening from your waist down. “Miss please, let me cum” You cried, fisting the sheets harder as your knuckles almost turned white.

“Cum, give me what’s mine!” She ordered. And you did as she said, your orgasm came crashing and you couldn’t do nothing more than scream and cry. “That’s it, you are my cum slut, that’s what you are good for!”

Your body fell weak on the bed, your cheeks wet with your tears. She almost collapsed on you, but avoided the crash by holding herself up with her hands. Her breathing was fast, her hair messy and her forehead sweaty. Her voice was guttural, coming from the back of her throat. “Am I a monster?” She asked, never meeting your eyes.

You just nodded, turning your head so your forehead could rest on the softness. If I agree, she would be satisfied, you thought. But you were wrong.

“Maybe I wasn’t hard enough to you? Yeah, you need something more, don’t you?”

When she turned you to lay on your stomach again, you were just preparing yourself for another round. It wouldn’t have been the first time you came more than once in one session, the contrary would have been unusual.

But it only took you a few seconds and a excruciating pain to realize that her plans were very different. Wanda would never do something like that without telling you, right? She would have prepared you carefully, and she would have made the event a special occasion to get even closer and bond with you . Your hopes faded when the pain reached the rest of your body, making you realize what was happening.

Your girlfriend, your beautiful, red-haired, blue-eyed girlfriend, had just penetrated your butthole.

You never talked about anal sex, you haven’t even tried with anyone of your past lovers. It was such an intimate place and you didn’t trust anyone with it; but you trusted Wanda, it just wasn’t the way you expected your first time to be.

“WANDA!” You screamed. “OUT! NOW!”

When you felt your stretched hole being empty again, you let out a relieved cry, feeling the pain spreading around your legs and stomach. You just brought your legs to your chest, sobbing loudly into your knees. “You are a Monster” you cried, hoping you satisfied her enough.

She unbuckled her strap, making it fall to the ground. Her expression was numb, it was like she wasn’t feeling anything at all.

You ignored her as she walked inside your bathroom, hearing the water of the shower hitting the floor. She was getting a shower and washing the day off of her. You were glad she decided to let you by yourself after what just happened, you needed your time to understand.

Your head was making you overthink your entire relationship. Was she the right woman for you? Was she the domme you chose at the beginning of your story? Were you enough to satisfy her needs? Maybe she need a stronger woman like Nat or Yelena to be happy. Now you were just waiting for her to lecture and leave you.

As you heard the bathroom door opening, you hid your head in your pillow, hoping for everything to end soon.

You felt a fresh cloth touching your skin, a delicate sensation, almost frightened by physical contact. When you opened your eyes, Wanda’s silhouette was kneeling beside the bed, and she was cleaning you of the sweat and blood on your body. Her eyes were glossy, her lips chewed.

When she stood up, you flinched back, but her expression at your scared frame, was beyond sorrowful. “I’m sorry” she whispered, sitting next to you. She carefully cleaned your most intimate areas, but it only resulted in you hissing and scrunching in pain at any attempt or reaching your backside or your pussy. “Shh, it’s okay, everything will be okay” Wanda kept speaking softly, giving you the time to relax.

“I’m sorry for your mission” you cried, reaching for her hand. You needed soft physical contact, you missed her.

“It’s okay, I was mad at myself and… at the world, but now I’m not mad anymore. My heart was hurting because I wanted to be helpful and save people, but I only made a mess and now tue world hates me”. That almost made you cry, her poor eyes glistening under the sunlight were a evident proof of her pain.

“Lay next to me”. Your hand reached for her chin, tilting it up so you could look into her eyes, her beautiful and sweet eyes. “You need to rest, we both need to rest”

She silently agreed, lying next to you and hugging you tightly, like if she was afraid you would disappear at any point. “I won’t go away, Wanda, I’m here” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, stay, please”

“I will, rest now”

i would like to post darker fics.

for my followers (or anyone who's read a few of my fics a couple times, check out my masterlist) who do not like them: would it be okay to post them here with adequate trigger warnings or would you prefer it if i made a seperate account?

i'm already planning on using specific hashtags instead of the more neutral ones.

#ouat x reader #ouat fanfiction #avengers x reader #yandere x reader #mcu yandere #dark mcu #dark ouat #yandere ouat

STRANGER THINGS LIST

Peter Ballard

Coffee Breaks 🧞‍♀️ 4/12/2022

I don't know if this can be defined as fluff because there is no romantic interaction but it's too tame to be angst. Reader and Peter are co-workers at Brenner's lab but Reader has been brainwashed into thinking everything is okay. It ends on a cliff hanger so part two can either be finished by you guys in your imagination or by me if enough of you want a part two :)

Because my "I can fix him" mentality is acting up again...

Coffee breaks

You're a worker at Brenner's lab but you don't know the full details of the experiments until later. Your mornings are spent drinking coffee with a seemingly bittter individual and every day is like a challenge, who will win?

As usual: Gender neutral, body type neutral, race neutral reader.

Warnings: slightly OOC Peter bc we wanna fix him <33, Brenner support, mild reference to childhood trauma but no specific details.

Peter always made his coffee first. It was the easiest. He had it with zero sugar and no milk, you recalled the time he let you taste it and you almost spat it out. The two of you had laughed at the time, but the bitterness had stayed on your tongue for about half an hour after the initial sip.

He was leant against the counter next to your mug now, watching you stir it with vigour. You didn't know why you hurried, he would always wait for you even if he finished his coffee first.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" He asked. "What's Brenner got you doing?"

"I'm going to sweep the children's ward, and I'm on the night shift-"

"To make sure they don't escape?"

You looked at him and sighed. He did this every morning. He acted like the organisation was evil and he knew something you didn't. If that was the case, why hadn't he left already?

"To help them through their nightmares." You said firmly before you took a sip of your own coffee.

"Why do you think they have so many nightmares?" He said, looking back down into his cup.

You looked at him as he took another sip.

Brenner had told you the kids were gifted, and you had seen that first hand with your own eyes. Because of the nature of their abilities, a lot of them ended up being bullied in school, abandoned by their parents, at worst abused and neglected before Brenner took them in. You never spoke to them about their stories since you thought better than to wake up their old childhood trauma. They talked to Brenner. They called him Papa. You only knew of their troubled pasts because he would tell you snippets of what they told him. He had participated in the renovation of the Rainbow Room himself, put on a hard yellow hat along with the other workers and then treated them to coffees and doughnuts after. When the room was revealed to the children, they cheered. You watched them run into his arms, scrambling to get the tightest hug.

"You're thinking about him, you're about to defend him."

The first time Peter had done this, it had shocked you. How could somebody know what you were thinking just looking at you? You almost thought he was a mind reader, you'd seen stranger things working in Brenner's laboratory. Peter was just observant. One look at you and he could figure out your emotional state and what memory you were processing. You asked him about it once and he replied with a shrug, saying he figured things out through facial expressions and context clues.

"Why do you trust him?" Peter asked you.

"They're so happy with him." You said with a shrug, moving to lean against the counter next to him.

"So? Are you familiar with Stockholm Syndrome?" Peter replied, glaring daggers at you.

You paused. He blinked. His gaze softened. He moved to the sink and began to wash his cup, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. It's just- you're so good. Such a good person. And- and he's got you doing his dirty work and believing his lies..." He mumbled under his breath.

He began to scrub the mug with a fury. You took another gulp of your coffee. When Peter got like this you couldn't even begin to imagine an appropriate response. It wasn't fair to argue. Even if he was wrong, he clearly believed he wasn't and that in its own right showed his commitment to the children's wellbeing. But allowing him to stay believing his delusions was also dangerous. What if he tried to stage an uprising? What if he released a bunch of children from the lab into the night, with nothing but a thin hospital gown protecting them?

"I trust you, Y/N. I think that if I let you in on the truth you would help me- help us." He said, straightening his back.

He slipped his hand behind your back. Your breath hitched. He drew his hand back, producing the tea towel that had been behind you. As he dried his mug, he turned back to look at you.

"I want to help you, Peter, but I think you're wrong."

"You won't think that for long."

"What if you are?"

A small smile appeared across Peter's face. He looked down at the mug once more, hair falling over his face slightly.

"Fine, if I am wrong, then this all stops. I trust Brenner again, and we can all unite in our goal to help these kids." He declared.

There was the Peter you knew. He was a little cynical at times and more stand-offish with those who didn't know him, but one thing was clear. He loved those kids. He'd go on rants about how the world was twisted and they were the only good things left. Peter would never do anything to hurt them. He would however do anything to protect them. When that violent passion flashed across his eye, that's when you felt he was most dangerous.

"If you are wrong, you'll trust me, and you'll let me save you and all the patients in this place." He finished.

Your grip on your mug tightened as your eyes widened. He never went this far. Usually, you would just argue it out until your break ended and go about your shifts. What he was expecting now was an end to the debates. You could either win or lose. You couldn't lose though. You didn't want to find out what "saving" the children from Brenner meant, so help you all.

"You finished with that?" Peter asked nonchalantly, peering down at your mug before taking it from the opposite side.

Your fingers were still linked around the handle. You considered his deal. It would be easy to deflect his points. It might do him some good too. You released the mug with a nod and he moved to wash it.

"Meet me at the woods tomorrow at 7. There's a diner nearby so we'll go there. It'll be an unofficial meeting, off the record, so wear some more-"

As he turned he gestured to you up and down. Your white pants and white button down was a dead giveaway to anyone who knew where the uniform came from.

"... civillian clothes." He said, before he popped your now clean mug back in its original place.

You glanced at the time. It was a few minutes till 7. You were instructed to start sweeping the floors, and then walk up and down the corridor at 8pm, taking time to check in on each and every child.

"You can go about your shift tonight, just make sure you take the evening off tomorrow. This might be your last shift when you find out the truth." Peter replied simply.

"You're serious about this."

"Of course, why would I lie?"

"Fine- Fine I'll see you tomorrow night." You replied.

He opened the door for you, placing a hand on your shoulder as you walked up to him.

"Just so you know. You cannot tell anyone about this. Not a soul." He murmured.

You rolled your eyes and nodded. He released you and you got on with your shift.

To be continued? What do you think?:

#peter ballard #henry creel #vecna #i can change him #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001 x reader #plus size reader #poc reader

heritageposts

made a beginners guide for the twitter newbies hope this helps <3

inkdaydreams

just re-read some of my fics was i writing with my eyes closed or what.

diamondtrashangel

shoes by cristina franceschini

Would you like to be added to my stranger things writers list?

yessss i'd love to! it might be a while until i upload anything though since i have exams

wanna write something romantic for peter ballard but idk if i want it to be a "his violent acts are a result of when he is being controlled by the mind flayer and he is still a good person so we manage to save him" fic or a "he is a psychopath with a soft spot for us and that makes him a scary yandere" fic.

i think if i'm ambitious enough i could make it a mix of both... dark scenes but with a general happy ending

this one would have to be multiple parts too btw

#henry creel #peter ballard #001 #stranger things #001 x reader #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader