i learned that you can sleep with enderman nearby as long as theyre not hostile, so imagine tubbo and ranboo getting into an argument and tubbo cant sleep bc ranboo's still mad at him
prompt : hippity hoppity, your freedom is now my property.
warnings :
Drabble contains implied torture, display of hopelessness, and implied manipulation/gaslighting.
I'll let your imagination play around with what happens next after the ending because I honestly didn't know where I was going 🤷♂️
How long have you been stuck in here?
Weeks? Months? Days?
You had no idea, nor did you care.
You've lost all hope at that point.
You accepted the fact that you were stuck with no way out.
No matter what you do: resist, beg, cry- he would always look at you with the same apathetic gaze.
If anything, he finds your resistance against him amusing; it was something he finds very entertaining.
However, it was still annoying to have you struggle everytime he visits your cell or whenever he tries to take care of you.
So he took matters into his own hands.
It took certain measures to get you to fully comply to his requests, but it was worth it.
He personally thinks you look gorgeous covered in marks; ranging from purple bruises to scars. It was something that reassured him that you were his and no one else's.
So far, everything was going his way, but the fact that everyone was starting to question your sudden disappearance left the warden slightly anxious.
So he might've spread lies about you in order to make everyone believe that you deserved to be in jail :)
He made sure to feed you lies in the process to ensure that you, yourself, would believe that you deserved to be in there.
He would blame you for every little bad thing that happens, having you believe that you were a bad person.
That no one would love someone like you except him.
And believe it or not, it was actually working. His words were affecting you little by little.
Sam had also restricted other people from visiting you in prison so you started to feel a tad bit lonely inside your little obsidian cell with no one to talk with.
He said it was something about protecting you.
But this wasn't, in any way, protection. This was kidnapping- a crime.
It was a bit ironic for a warden to be doing such a thing, he would go feral so you kept your mouth shut.
You refused to talk to him,
you didn't look at him,
nor did you acknowledge his presence.
At first, Sam didn't seem to mind this and brushed your actions off as a petty tantrum.
But then it continued on for days,
and weeks,
and months.
Only then did he finally decides to do something about it.
"Ignoring me won't get you your freedom back, [y/n]," his voice reached your ears but you continued to turn your back at him, refusing to meet his gaze.
The warden would breathe in deeply through his nostrils as he approaches your curled up form, crouching down beside you.
He grabs your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look his way.
He would frown once you decide to rip yourself away from his touch and look the other way instead.
"Do you really hate looking at me that much?"
You scoff at his words. "I don't just hate looking at you, I hate you as a whole," you snapped at him after months of ignoring his presence.
However, your words only made Sam frown deeper, yet his gaze stayed ominously calm.
"You hate me?", he repeats in a questioning tone, tilting his head slightly.
"You hate me for wanting to protect you?", he continues, placing a hand on your shoulder with a grip that was tight enough to leave a bruise.
"Protect me?", you almost laughed out as you snapped your head to look his way.
"Sam, I'm a grown-ass adult, I can handle myself just fine," you bitterly spat out, your eyes turning into slits as you send him a piercing glare.
"Just admit that what you're doing is wrong and let me out of this fucking prison,"
His grip on your shoulder only tightened even further as a form of warning for you to shut up, but you kept going.
"You know, the others will find out soon enough-"
"They're not finding out shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, cutting you off. "I already made sure of that."
"..."
"You're fucked up, Sam," you blurt out bitterly, shrugging his hand off your shoulder.
He didn't seem bothered by your insult and he stayed unmoving, his hand still weighing your shoulders down.
Although he looked unbothered, his grip on your shoulder says otherwise.
"I know," he admits, watching as you flinch under his touch.
He was aware that his grip was starting to hurt you but he could care less about that.
He had hurt you before and he won't hesitate to do it again if it meant putting you in your place.
the fire crackles downstairs. you open your mouth, then close it. you let techno speak.
“back there, i… my first thought was that you weren’t going to kill me. and when i remembered what you’re here for, my – my only thought was no. the voices were yelling at me the whole time except – except that moment where i went, no, they’re not going to let me die.” he takes a deep breath. “i want to know if that’s true.”
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it’s still technically valentines day in like,, california? SO HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! i gift you with the once-foretold Techno Smut Fic, except its an 11k word monster. more porn in it than usual though, so you’re welcome! as for the fact that i am coming back from a week-long death: thank you all for sticking with me regardless!! i’ll be opening up asks (and submissions 👁👁) tonight and also will be posting some recs that i was fed over my Silent Week tmrw morning because Awooga. now, onto the work-specific things:
from what i understood of what he’s said, he’s uncomfortable with fic of him as a streamer and of shipping amongst creators, but is okay with fanfiction of his character in the smp. if this information is incomplete, please let me know (with evidence)! this is entirely his dsmp character.
warnings: NSFW (18+) content, casual (but not particularly graphic) talk of assassination/murder, necrophilia mention (within a joke), heats (and heat sex mentions), hair pulling
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