#betrayl

[quiltedpomegrantes]

Bygones.

TW!Noncon!!

M!Robin x PC

Robin was your childhood best friend. You remember running around the orphanage together, walking with each other to school every morning, and how you'd comfort him after particularly traumatic events. You even took on his payments. He knew what you sacrificed for him, and he worshiped you for it. He loved you for it.

Robin always knew that you had resorted to less than pure methods. Whether it was stealing or, alternatively, selling yourself. He never would have had an issue with that. I mean, sure it hurt. Thinking of you doing what you did with him at night, underneath the cheap polyester sheets before falling asleep tangled together. But he knew it wasn't the same. You wouldn't tell them I love you, you wouldn't hold hands with them, and you would never leave him for them. You were each other's top priorities.

Atleast, he thought so. He was cemented in that fact. So when he was proven wrong, it sent him into a spiral.

The first time you really shook his world was when you agreed to go into the businessman's car the second time. After Robin told you he felt uncomfortable. Before you admitted you had sex with the snob for money. And before you were whisked away.

Willingly.

Willingly whisked away.

As in, your stuff was already packed before Avery even spoke to Bailey. As in, you kept your door locked most nights. As in, you ate lunch with others. He, by default ate lunch alone.

Oh, sure he still saw you at school. Sitting with different friends in History. Ignoring all the times Whitney "visited" Robin. Bailey left him alone at least. However, the thought that the slime who owned you paid it off made him feel sick. You arrived in a nice car, and left in an even nicer one.

It hurt.

It ached.

You were rubbing salt into the rawest wound he's ever had.

Every night was 10 times worse than the previous one. He'd stay awake thinking of you. Thinking of your cute forest picnics. How you'd talk about getting married after escaping Bailey. The way you'd twirl your hair around your finger. The way those lips looked stretched around his cock. He'd have to fuck his hand at least once a day, just to make up for your nightly sessions. All he could think of was you. Your pretty little cunt. How you'd gasp his name.

He missed all of it, and that was just the beginning.

Days turned to weeks, which turned into months. Which turned into half a year.

But then one day, you sat back down at Robin's table. And he knew, he had to have you again. Your clothes were new and shoes scuffed. Little elegant pearl studs glimmered in fluorescent lights. He never knew you as the type to do makeup, or hair, but here you were. All dolled up. Acting as if nothing happened. Robin restrained his urge to just flip out, and played along. Most of what you said was blocked out by the sound of pure unadulterated rage filling his brain. The wheels in his head started to spin. He knew how to get his revenge.

He would ruin you.

He would ruin you to the point that you'd be forced to come home to him.

To the point that your owner wouldn't even take you back.

You acted like a well trained dog. All your speaking quirks were smoothed out. In class, you never daydreamed or socialized. Or, even though Robin would never let you indulge, masturbate. He missed it. Missed catching you slipping your hand beneath your skirt. Missed how you'd huff and blush when he'd stopped you. Your kinks ran a bit too extreme for him. Maybe you hated how he wouldn't "indulge" you. But he'd certainly satisfy your darker side with what he was planning.

He built up your trust. Fuck, he even earned Avery's trust. He'd make sure to help you keep up with Winter's assignments. Avery wouldn't settle for anything less than a distinction. One time, he even let you cheat off his own exam. He'd walk you to the shiny BMW and Avery would have the grace to say thanks before speeding off. You were allowed now to go to "pre-approved" places with Robin. Like the mall, the museum, and the cafe. No beach.

Definitely no more forest picnics and no more movies. No visiting places outside of the list.

But, it didn't take much to convince you to visit the orphanage. You didn't even say goodbye to the younger ones. Feigning a need to pick up something from his room, you followed.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

He held the door open for you, only to shut and lock it behind you. Robin knew after this, he may never see you again. At least, not like this. Happy, serene, and affectionate. It almost stopped him. Almost. But before you could really realize what was happening, his hand was already covering your mouth, and you were bent over the bed.

The Robin you knew and loved would have never taken you like this. You would have been taken with love and care. Like you were his most valuable treasure. Sweet borderline chaste kisses. Missionary was his favorite. But the Robin you knew also didn't have deep dark circles underneath his eyes nor this cold stony look. He wouldn't have shoved you over the bed. He wouldn't rip apart the center of your panties out, just desperate to get inside you.

Avery's going to kill you. Or him. Or both of you. Tears roll down your cheeks as you try to scream for help. You struggle against him, but he's pressing you down and your arms are tightly pinned to your side. There's no escaping his presence.

Then you hear his pants unbuckle and slide down. Fear strikes you into silence and submission. Is he really going to fuck you? Warmth prods your cunt before his cock pushes in, stretching you out. It burns and without any prep you know you'll ache tomorrow. It's barely wet, but shame fills you. Heavy tear drops slide down your face, and you can almost taste them. How could you enjoy this? His cock continues to ravage you and you feel yourself responding. As he presses down further into you, a moan pops out. Despite being muffed by his hand you know he hears it. His hips quicken in pace and you're a little sobbing moaning mess in his arms.

Your stomach starts to tighten and cramp. Legs feel unstable. He unwraps his arms from around you and sits up. When his hands grab your hips, you know you're going to have bruises there. Forcefully, he brings you to the brink of orgasm, before burying himself to the hilt inside you. Warmth fills you from the inside out as he releases himself up against your cervix. Panic stricken, your mind begins to run as you realize today was not safe at all. Avery specifically left you alone on these days. There's no way you can hide this.

Why hasn't he pulled out yet? But before you can garner the energy to sit up, there's a piece of fabric stuffed in your mouth, and a scarf tied around your head, through the mouth. Soft hands flip you onto your back as he begins his assault of kisses. He keeps muttering apologies but it's all drowned out. All you can think, is that, this is your Robin. The Robin you love.

#dol robin #robin the orphan #nsft #dol pc #degrees of lewdity #noncom #tw noncon #this is the second post I write where you leave a LI for Avery #I don't even like avery !! #noncon fic #avery the businessperson #betrayl

[jinx-moonchild]

#betrayl #trust no one #im hurtin #grudge

[frogizz]

I hate when microwaved food gives me a false sense of security.

Like I already temperature tested it, walked upstairs, found a video to watch, and I get to that one bite that's too cold to bear.

My noodles lied to me :(

#betrayl

[allcolorsoftherainbow]

It's been a while since I posted this on AO3 but it is my goal for 2023 to come back to it and like, start of the journey for real as this is just the prologue.

If you like fics that tackle serious issues (in this case mainly mental health, homophobia and racism) and which take a bit longer to get to the fluff (but will get there eventually), AND if you don't mind a bit of ice hockey, make sure to check Drop The Gloves out!

It would mean a lot to me to hear your thoughts and feedback of the way I set the story up in the prologue, and it would also motivate me to like, properly dive into it as it will be quite a journey.

(the whole fic is rated M but the prologue itself is like a T, I would say. In the prologue I would warn for mentions of homophobia and betrayal)

#sambucky #winterfalcon #ao3 #fanfic #homophobia #ice hockey #betrayl #mental health #journey

[pastel-eggo]

hehehe i'm so evil *casts inflict hiccups on you*

but also, like, you walked right into this one. you only have yourself to blame. i hope you're happy.

YOU ARE A F-HIC-ING MONSTER

#betrayl #travesty #crying and screaming rn

[bbymochiiiiii]

ZERO

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- You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds -

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 A boy with nothing to his name but a drunkard mother and a father nowhere to be found, probably off " fucking high-class whores" as his mother so often proclaims in her many broken-hearted tantrums. 

 He was only a boy with scraps for clothes - clothes that were always too big and hung from his scraggy frame - and sticky fingers made for taking from the oblivious pockets of the wealthy. 

 This young boy went by Jeongguk, nothing more to it, just Jeongguk. He was a boy whose first priority was survival, and in a world such as his, surviving was the only option if you decided that death wasn't the answer. 

 "The world turns its back on people like us, my darling boy, and so..." His mother, in her rare moments of sobriety, would gently caress his face lovingly with a gleam of nostalgia in her tired brown eyes. "We turn our backs to the world."

 So that's how Jeongguk would proceed to live out the rest of his life. With his head down, ignoring the whispers of townsfolk and their pitying glances, fake concern from the locals, and jeering from the socialite. Pay little attention to the equally as beaten-down men and women on the sides of shops, ignore the desperate pleas coming from hopeless children-

 Children like him.

 But this was the way he had resolved to live out his life.

 Until it wasn't

 Jeongguk grows up to become intelligent, cunning, and resourceful in every way possible. These are traits to success  for someone like him, someone who lives on the dirty street of Mistras, surrounded by who society deems, as shameful  and  wicked . He makes allies with his fellow miscreants, develops a system so to speak. His own type of hierarchy where Jeongguk sits on top. " Work together, and we survive. "

There comes a day when he falls into the clutches of Madam, a woman whose world revolves around money because, as she so often tells him - " money makes the world go 'round. " Madam was the owner of the only brothel in the slums of Mistras, the best brothel in their town (though many will deny such claims because God forbid such an esteemed gentleman would dare visit such a dirty place), and Jeongguk was her pretty little bird. He had become her reliable little information gatherer, and as a result, was given a way to make money - the money hidden away beneath the floorboards of his mother's bedroom, the last place she'd think to look even when at her worst.

  Jeongguk made good with merchants, both from Mistras and beyond their borders. "W hat say I give you a bag of apples if you startle that old hag just a few plots down aye? Growing boys can't grow hungry. " " How much are those silks down there, boy? Tell me, do I need to up my game? " A game of compromise. He learns the art of trade and how to easily swindle aristocrats and the poor alike out of their cash. 

 What was once a useless boy, barely able to help himself, turns into a young teen with power people like his past self wished they could achieve. Jeongguk became valued and important.

 He had become needed.

 Not as replaceable as he once was.

 And so that's how he grows, from a simple scrawny kid off the street to someone whose name holds a type of power even aristocrats wish they could grasp. 

 Make no mistake, Jeongguk remains an anonomy. He keeps his head down and his nose out of other people's business. 

 But then comes the day where he just so happens to do the opposite and ends up drawing the attention of a rebel leader and his entourage of lovers after saving said leader from some dangerous people.  

 Now he's been dragged into a whole new list of problems and feels just a tad bit out of his element.

Below is the link to the story on AO3! I Hope you enjoy it! Maybe. Possibly? Hopefully!

#ot7 fanfic #ot7 au #rebellion #kings and queens #princes #royalty #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #park jimin #bangtan #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #min yoongi #kim seokjin #betrayl #angst #love #poly ot7 #jungkook x everyone #eventual ot7

[spookybaee]

Should i be in a relationship where my partner doesn’t defend me if something negative is said about me?

Should i be with my partner if my partner smokes with that person who bitches about me?

What should i do?

I am extremely hurt

My partner says he has done nothing with me yet he listens to all the bitching that person does

And my partner doesn’t even defend me

#1950s #ratblr #puppy #punk #i'm sad #sad poem #sad but true #plushies #fake friend quotes #i feel betrayed #betrayl

[solesurvivorjen]

Throughout this grief process I've found out who is really there for me and who is not. It's been rough. I will say at one point I thought I knew those who have decided to leave. As it turns out I really didn't know them at all. They will never get to know the me I will transform into and that's okay. Just know I will always wish you the best and hope that life is kind to you even if some of you left. Thank you for being there for only a moment. It has shapen me.

#late night thoughts #grief #betrayl #wishing the best for people #at times i miss them #even if some mistreated me i miss them #i miss the person i thought you were #i feel left behind but i am not #i have friends and people who care

[ajogoca]

Eshte e veshtire te harrosh dike. Te harrosh dike qe ishte ndryshe nga te tjeret. Dike qe ishte i vecant. Dikush qe boten e ndryshoi. Ndejti sikur te ishe kukull duke te rrotulluar ne keshtjellen e tij te enderrave. Xhentilesa, rrespekti, surprizat e pafundme, u verbove. Ndryshove nga dikush qe sishte si ata. Dikushi ishte ndryshe dhe su be asnjihere si ata. Syte e tu ishin zbehur dhe nuk pane ate cfare ndjeu zemra. Ishte vone. Ai ishte me dike tjeter. Cdo gje u thye. Ti rre.

-dikur e dikujt ndryshe nga te tjeret

#shqip #love #thenje shqip #dashuria #tekste shqip #dashuri #shqiperia #albania #shqiptar #te dua #shocked and betrayed #betrayl #fuck you #karma #shprehje shqip #why am i like this #shqipëri #where are you #lost girl #lonelly

[ethan-is-obsessed]

Im actually so upset :(

#fortune cookie #fortune cookie FRAUD #SCAM #BETRAYL #FUCKERY #a lady shit on the floor at my workplace today :( #then she tried to cover it up with a trashcan #but she ended up just dragging the shit across the floor #then shit kept leaking from her bum when she was in the bread isle #so she got shit there too :(( #and a guy yeleled at me for noy doing my job fast enough :( #(i was going really fast tho >:() #then i get no fortune in my fortune cookie :((( #but ateast the guy at dunkin was nice to me cus he saw i was a fellow minimum wage worker #:)

[giftofshewbread]

Pain & Misery

Pain is Standard Equipment in Our Lives Today, 

But Misery is Optional....

#Pain #suffering #misery #hurt #saddness #dispair #gloom #heartache #betrayl #God never said it would be easy #but Jesus is the Answer

[ominouslocalcrow]

𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖘, 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑, 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖏𝖆𝖜; 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖕. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐.

-ominouslocalcrow-

#darkcore #moody #darkaesthetic #tw vent #vent blog #ventblog #venting #anger #dealing with anger #betrayl #bullying

[poem-for-each-day]

Beeps and murmurs,

Beeps and murmurs,

Beeps and murmurs,

Beeps and murmurs,

Beeps and murmurs,

All I can hear at night,

The sound of supposed hospitality,

But I was never your primary patient,

Left to be, left to die, 

Of supposed hospitality.

#18/02/2023 #a poem a day #daily poem #daily poetry #poem #hospital #hospitality #betrayl #death

[whoresomebitch]

Be careful who you vent to

#toxic friends #betrayl

[testimoniesforthefallen]

Betrayer of The Trust Pt. 4

Indictments and Lists of Whom She Fornicated with and The Punishment Given Because of It.

Thou hast also committed fornication with the Egyptians thy neighbours, great of flesh; and hast increased thy whoredoms, to provoke me to anger.

Behold, therefore I have stretched out my hand over thee, and have diminished thine ordinary food, and delivered thee unto the will of them that hate thee, the daughters of the Philistines, which are ashamed of thy lewd way.

Thou hast played the whore also with the Assyrians, because thou wast unsatiable; yea, thou hast played the harlot with them, and yet couldest not be satisfied.

Thou hast moreover multiplied thy fornication in the land of Canaan unto Chaldea; and yet thou wast not satisfied herewith.

The Madness and Absence of Logic in the Betrayal

How weak is thine heart, saith the Lord GOD, seeing thou doest all these things, the work of an imperious whorish woman; In that thou buildest thine eminent place in the head of every way, and makest thine high place in every street; and hast not been as an harlot, in that thou scornest hire; But as a wife that committeth adultery, which taketh strangers instead of her husband! They give gifts to all whores: but thou givest thy gifts to all thy lovers, and hirest them, that they may come unto thee on every side for thy whoredom. And the contrary is in thee from other women in thy whoredoms, whereas none followeth thee to commit whoredoms: and in that thou givest a reward, and no reward is given unto thee, therefore thou art contrary.

Ezekiel 16:26-34 KJV

#logic #betrayl #madness

[naegleriafowler]

Politics makes friendship put to a test! Jeez! Like can we all just be mindful? How dare insult one another after all of we been through together? I mean educate and if they dont agree then stop! U did ur best to tell them vote for ur candidate! But insulting more? Especially, when ur candidate didnt win?

Be mature and good citezen. How hard could it be? Does mocking others can change all of it?

#philippineelection2022 #election 2022 #betrayl