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mystellenia · 1 month

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ellie's reaction to big boobs ୨ৎ

summary: you come over to ellie's late at night, your intentions clear as day in your eyes.

content: answer to this req!! established relationship but yall havent done the freaky yet. a little bit of sub!ellie kinda, also kinda needy!ellie, fingering, nipple sucking, groping, basically it

notes: here's the small boob version!! i have never dragged on a fic like i did for this. pissing me off fr. bedtime now yayy honkkkk mimimimimimi

(wc 1.5k)

okay so having big boobs isn't exactly something that goes unnoticed, and trust me, ellie NOTICED. she is such a tits girl. you always noticed how her gaze lingered in, honestly, any top you wore. fitted, loose, tight, baggy, low cut—she dont give af 😇 always thinks she's so sly with it, too, just to be caught every single time. she's so silly.

obviously, she didn't wanna rush your first time together, but boy did she want to. whenever you guys cuddled, she so badly wanted to palm one, just to hold it or work it under her fingers. and don't get me started on when you guys were chest to chest??? it's all she would think about: her tits being so close to yours, your nipples just two layers away from kissing hers.

so when you both were on the phone getting ready for bed and you asked her if you could come over, she said yes with HASTEEEEE. it was 11 pm—why else would you come over? i mean, she didn't wanna get her hopes up, but she did take a quick shower while you were on the way over.

and then she heard three knocks from the front door.

you stood at the top step to ellie's apartment, the slight chill prickling your arms, but it didn't affect you much because of the heat that ran through your body.

your arm fell back to your side after knocking, checking your phone for the time. 11:11 pm, it read. you laughed to yourself about the lucky time, with it being 11:11. maybe you would get lucky.

ellie approached the front door, not bothering to look through the peephole—she was expecting you, anyway. what she was not expecting was to open the door and see you standing in what you were in: black sweatpants and a grey spaghetti strap tank top, looking molded to your body. she felt lightheaded at the outline of your breasts in the tank top, so tight to your skin she swore she could see the print of each hair on your body through it.

she then looked up to find you staring at her with low lids, the faintest of smiles playing your lips.

"you gonna let me in, or just keep staring at me?" you teased, pushing past her when she couldn't respond out of surprise.

ellie came back to her senses and shut the door, locking it behind her back to finally address you. "hi, baby," she says, walking over to you on the couch to kiss your head.

in place of a response, you hum, lacing your fingers with hers.

ellie soon grows suspicious of your quietude, smiling and squinting her eyes at you.

"baby, are you okay?" she prods, her eyebrows drawn together in playful skepticism. "you're so quiet right now."

you ignore her and lean into her chest, wrapping your arms around her neck and brushing your lips over hers. her smile drops quickly, her lips parting and eyes moving down to your lips.

"do you still want me to talk now?" you murmur against her mouth, her eyes now almost fully closed.

it's ellie who leans forward and connects your lips, immediately moaning into your mouth. you swing your leg over hers, moving on top to straddle her. her hands swiftly find your lower back and push your tank top up a little, sprawling her hands against the freed skin. your skin prickles with goosebumps as she brushes it, her cold hands making you shiver and arch into her to escape them.

ellie abruptly pulls back and rests her forehead against your cheekbone, looking down at your boobs squished up against hers and the cleavage coming from the action.

you notice where her eyes rest and nudge her head with your nose, grabbing her attention. "el," you breathe, "you know you can touch them."

she glances up at you. "what?" she pants.

you place your hand over hers and guide it to your chest, palming your hand over hers on your left boob. "like this," you guide.

her eyes watch your skin under her hand, slightly unfocused and glazed over. you make her hand squeeze your boob, leaning into her neck to place wet, open-mouthed kisses near her ear, hearing her contently sigh.

you lean back, causing ellie to promptly pull her hand into her lap. your hands move to roll your tank top up to your sternum and reveal your braless chest, your tits bouncing slightly at the freedom. she almost starts salivating, her throat bobbing as she thickly swallows and then exhales heavily through her mouth.

she lifts her hand to palm your right breast and pulls back, simply watching your flesh move under her fingers with a slack jaw and eyes nearly closed. your head lulls to the side, and you close your eyes and bite your lip to try and stay quiet.

she suddenly gains confidence, licking her lips and moving her free hand out of her lap. she traces the waistband of your sweatpants, asking you a quiet "can i?" in permission. she does not, however, give you any time to prepare—she only grants the time it takes for her to quickly swipe her fingers through you to get them wet before smoothly plunging them into you, taking you by surprise and making you scoot back a little to escape the initial intrusion. she looks up at you, smiling evilly at your little gasps and whines.

your reactions make her cocky, and while she starts to thrust her fingers in you, she asks, "how does that feel?" keeping her eyes on you. while she normally would be nervous about her inexperience, she doesn't care much for your response in this moment—she knows she's making you feel good, so instead she gives a smug smile when you rapidly nod your head.

she abruptly pulls her fingers out and sits back on her haunches, her sticky fingers resting on her thigh. "take your underwear off. i wanna see."

you obey, lifting your hips to push your underwear down your thighs. she just watches, her eyes locking onto the string of arousal connecting your puffy core to your underwear. the second it's fully off, she returns her hand to your cunt and reinserts her fingers, groaning at the feel of you clenching around her.

"ellie..." you moan, your eyes threatening to close. "wait, let me- i wanna make you feel good, too," you breathe, thumbing the drawstring of her sleep shorts between your thumb and index fingers.

her eyes snap up to yours, pupils blown with lust as she nods. "yeah- yes."

her movements slow down as she watches you untie the bow of her shorts, slipping them off her legs all while her fingers remain inside you. pushing her boy shorts over her butt and off her legs, you examine her pussy, soaked and glistening for you.

despite your own weakness from her fingers working in between your legs, you trace small circles on her clit and push one finger in her, watching as her mouth opens more as you speed up.

ellie's free hand loops around your back, pushing you close to her as her lips unexpectedly wrap around your peaked nipple, making you arch deeper into her mouth. you moan at the sensation, and ellie clamps around your finger, the only noises heard in the bedroom being lewd.

you both grow closer to your climaxes, her continuing to lick and suck at your nipples as you begin jackhammering into her core. while her thighs tighten around your wrist, your hips buck and grind into her fingers, both of you greedily following the pleasure.

ellie's movements get sloppy, her lips starting to drift from your nipple to your sternum. she cums around your fingers with a breathy cry of your name, the sound and sight alone enough to make you cum with her.

ellie sloppily lunges towards you and locks your lips in a messy kiss. you thrash against each other, a symphony of pleas and moans ending in the other's mouth.

taking a moment to regain your senses, you both lay motionless with your chests heaving, fingers still swallowed up.

you pull your fingers out, ellie soon following suit and wincing at the loss. you pull your tank top back down, and ellie climbs up next to you and lays on her side, looking at your profile.

"jesus christ," she pants, throwing her arm over her eyes and laughing wearily. you laugh with her, rolling onto your side to face her.

"i'm so tired. can we just sleep?" you ask.

"god, yes."

ellie pulls you into her chest, pulling the blanket up and over your bodies, your naked legs tangling under the sheets.

just when you thought ellie had fallen asleep, you feel her chest vibrate with words.

"i wanted to taste you so bad that whole time," she murmurs, sighing dramatically. "wasted opportunity."

"just do it tomorrow," you reply.

"oh, hell yeah."

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be-good-to-bugs · 1 year

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need to watch more precure

#'i would watch it more if i could draw digital while i watch it but alas' i say as i watch nichijou for the 13th time which also removes my #ability to draw digitally. bleh. i wanna just burn them onto dvds so i can play them on my tv. i dont have the stuff to do that with me tho #well. ive not been doing much besides playing project diva and watching nichijou. another person in the house and shes so lous all the time #i havent even finished a single drawing this year yet and its been over a week. ive almost completed one today though so i should have #finaihed it tomorrow. im happy with it so far. i just gotta blush and shade it. the shading has been difficult. my brain just wont get it #once ive done this one ill probably make a bunch of doodles and stuff p quickly. im thinking i might try just dumping it at once #idk. i gotta take pictures of a bunch of art from last year too #ive just been struggling to do anything. i actually made one of those art summary things but have been too lazy to post it #ugh. posting from my laptop is so annoying so ive been lazy

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mondaymelon · 4 months

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first time in this account lol Idk if you're taking requests but I saw that post some minutes ago and... Idk, wanted to request something lol, if you didn't do it yet! What about headcanons with a reader who doesn't show physical attention until some years of knowing them? Like, they know each other for about 5 years and just then the reader decides to do some small act of physical affection... I wanted the headcanons to be with Childe, Arlecchino, Wanderer and Furina! If you can <3

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔… | childe, wanderer, arlecchino, furina x gn!reader

( childe's part might be a little ooc. havent done that part of the archon quest yet cries. also mwah arlecchino we love her in this household !! )

[ You were always someone who wasn’t fond of physical attention. Fleeting touches and kisses to the cheeks were never your forte, yet what should happen if the lover you’ve had for years is suddenly on the receiving end of such affections? ]

"physical affection... ah- it's okay if you can't show that to me, there's plenty of other ways to tell that you love me!"

CHILDE was the one to say those words to you, and the held the most certain truth. You were his lover, and a hug or two couldn't sway the fact! While the harbinger is quite the puppy and often yearns for your warmth, he'll respect your boundaries and allow you whatever. A lover like Childe places your happiness as a priority over his, wanting more to see your eyes sparkle than his own.

"Love, you wouldn't believe what happened in the courthouse today." You glance up from your spot where you're curled up on the couch, snuggled into a fluffy blanket and holding a warm drink in your hands, one of Inazuma's light novels sitting on the armrest. You hear the door to the two of you's home shut and lock, and listen to... Childe's footsteps. How strange, is he stumbling?

Glancing up, you internally gape at the cuts on his body, your eyes instantly drawn at the red splattered across his features. "'Taglia, what hap-"

He lets out a dry chuckle, grinning sheepishly as he rids his shoes at the door. "No worries, the blood isn't mine. Most of it, at least. I managed to get out of there in time, so all's well, yeah?"

As if that'd provide you any comfort. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him unyieldingly, until Childe has no choice but to force out another tasteless chuckle. "Come on now, I'm home, so let's do something fun instead of just being mad at me, 'kay?"

"Tartaglia."

The man flinches, his deep ocean eyes rounding. When you call him that and not his nickname, he knew that he had landed himself in deep shit. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He says that, but the sentence rounds up in a change of his tone, sounding almost suspiciously like a question. "It won't happen aga-"

The world itself seems to stop.

Your head is buried into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Archons, can you hear how fast his heart is beating? You've made him into a complete and utter mess. He's blushing, his ears practically on fire, and any thoughts once in his brain have been seared away in single second. It takes him to the count of three to remember how to breathe once more, his chest erratically heaving up and down as his shaking arms wrap around you hesitantly, wondering if it'd be okay to do so.

"...Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I- I thought you-"

"If it's with you, I'm okay."

Oh, how those words tug at his heart. You look so perfect in his arms - yes, you looked simply perfect all the time, he'd admit in a split-second. The messy nest of hair atop your head when you woke up in the early mornings, the dark bags under your eyes when you didn't sleep until late at night, your smile, your laugh, even your scowl. It silenced any effort to not fall in love with you.

A smile tugs at his lips. A bright one, a warm one, if that was even possible. Perhaps his eyes are shining with tears, or perhaps it was merely a trick of light, but he holds you all the closer, not wanting to let you go.

"Love, I... Archons, I don't think I'd be able to love anyone but you." ₊˚ෆ

"..great. i don't want your filthy hands on me anyways, so there shouldn't be a problem, hm?"

WANDERER's words were just that, would it kill him to be a little nicer? It didn't matter... you knew your lover well, or at least well enough to tell that what he said wasn't the complete truth.

Sure, you had seen him shrug off and make expressions of disgust directed towards particularly touchy people that he'd become somewhat acquainted with. And you most certainly had witnessed his frustrated outbursts and rants when he returned home to your shared abode, whining and grumbling about any trivial error someone had made - that is, brushing fingers with him while passing him papers. Something that couldn't exactly be avoided, yet he had glared at the wall for a good amount all the same.

Ah, but then there were moments when he thought you weren't looking, and that was when his eyes would drink you in. Grazing over your eyes, to your lips, then to your hands, where'd they linger on your fingers for perhaps longer than they should.

And you'd catch the times where you were inclined to say something flirtatious - words that were never all that flirtatious in the first place, Wanderer just happened to be unusually susceptible. Chin resting on your hand, eyes staring into his, you'd say something about how pretty he was, and then he'd just about go into neurogenic shock, likely not speaking to you the rest of the day, the tips of his ears, if one squinted to a certain extent, pink.

"Love." You glance up at him, a slight pout fixed on your lips. He'd been immersed in minor tasks, and those pesky things were what stole his attention away from you. An ironic twist of fate, as you were usually the one to be drowning in work, and he'd be the one practically begging for affection.

He hums, yet doesn't even bother to look at you.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"No."

"Go get something to eat?"

"No."

"Visit the... House of Daena?"

"No."

"Shall we feed the finches?"

A slight pause. "...No."

"Then... let's hold hands?"

He froze at your words, and it seemed that the male lost the function of inhaling, for he sat there unmoving for what seemed like hours, his expression petrified in its form of his large eyes, raised eyebrows, and mouth slightly ajar.

"...Excuse me?" It seemed that he doubted his own ears, for he set his work aside and fixed his focus upon you, fingers trembling just the slightest.

"Hmph, have you suddenly forgotten how to think?" You frowned, yet your eyes curved into crescents all the same, and Wanderer felt his breath hitch at how ethereal you were. The sly fox you were, you took his moment of shock, settling by his side and intertwining your fingers with his. "Like this, is it not?" You were smiling now, and for the first time you glimpsed the red on his ears, but now on his face too, a rosy red descending upon his cheeks.

"What's..." Perhaps you were right. His vocabulary had suddenly dwindled, and now he had nothing but questions - that, and the growing warmth in his chest. "What do you think you're doing right now?"

Whatever attempt he had to sound "mean" had failed. You knew him too well for that. "Holding hands, what else? Your hands are cold you know-" And at that he flinched. "But it feels nice."

D...Did it really?

"You, no... love, let's stay like this. You're... warm." ₊˚ෆ

"when you sought me, i thought it'd be a serious matter. there's no trouble in it, truly, so there's no need to look so dejected."

ARLECCHINO hadn't even batted an eye. Was there a reason to? Yes, this certainly crossed off any thought of romantic couple things like kissing and hand holding, but it wasn't like she'd gasp dramatically and fall to the ground, blaming you for setting boundaries-

As if she'd ever. Your imagination was running wild today, perhaps it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you? It was a stark contrast compared to Arlecchino, who went days without rest, shuffling through paper after paper on her desk and constantly relaying messages to her subordinates. She was a hard worker - a trait most easily overlooked, but it was a point of adoration for you. A point among many. Arlecchino was an easy person to love, despite the bristling thorns she'd show at first glance.

"Darling, a cup of tea, please?" Her gaze flicked up from her work to you, a thin smile decorating her lips. It was more a less a habit the two of you established - that is, pouring her tea. Her favorite cup was the one you had gifted her when you first started your relationship, shaded in a dark hue and embellished with roses, their blooms, petals, and thorny branches spreading across the expanse of porcelain. You placed said cup on her desk with a breath of satisfaction, tilting you head in questioning at the unusual amount of papers on her desk.

"Arle, did something happen?"

She merely chuckled to herself, her eyes shining with delight. "Ah, why don't you wager a guess?" You were her "subordinate" of sorts, although your true association was far more intimate. You knew of her plans with Fontaine, and helped carry them out. She revered your loyalty, but your warmth far more.

"...Has the hydro gnosis been secured?"

She snapped her fingers in one swift motion, her small smile widening into a true one that played across her ruby lips. "Correct, I'd expect nothing less of someone as capable as my lover."

"Then, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet..."

"They've done well." It'd be hard to forsake the note of pride in her voice. Setting down the sheets in her gloved hands, she stood from her seat slowly, letting her eyes scan over your body. "You've asked your question, now shall I ask mine? Darling, I did quite well myself, did I not?"

Her expectant gaze read one thing, but instead of the usual quality time spending the two of you'd share, this time, you had rather differing plans. Smiling, you walked up to her, not letting the way her eyes sparkled just the slightest escape your sight. Promptly, sneakily, you flung yourself upon her, beaming as your hands found refuge winding about her torso, nearly instantly trapping her into your death hug. "You did, Arle~!"

"..." At her silence, you glanced up, only to be met with a sight that drew blush upon your own cheeks. Her usually composed, mystery-shroud features were now conflicted with crossing emotions... of what, however, was rather indecipherable. Arlecchino was a person of many masks, yet now it seemed that her "mask" displayed but one thing - love.

"Darling, I... you look perfect in my arms, so shall we stay like this a moment longer?" ₊˚ෆ

"is that so? a trivial matter, is it by law that i must hold you in my arms in order to prove my love for you?"

FURINA's multicolored irises and teardrop pupils twinkled, their shine dancing on the moonlit breeze. A hand daintily held a teacup, its fragrant contents swirling about the porcelain basin. Her laugh accompanied the cool evening wind, and she fluttered her eyes shut in a smile that brightened her expression. "Come now, why so shocked? Wouldn't this be expected from someone as benevolent as I?"

It was a scene that would remain forever painted in your mind, like a beautiful mural that one's eyes could not possibly forsake. The way her mouth tugged upwards and the manner in which her eyes curv-

"Hey, are you even listening to me right now?" A familiar voice tugged you out of your reminiscence of the confrontation months prior. Furina displayed a childish frown on her lips, her partly furrowed eyes sharpening her gaze into a rather particular one.

Oh, lost in thought once more. You let out a soft sigh, nodding sheepishly. "Yes, love, I am.."

"Mhm..." Your words left a no, you clearly aren't!" Furina sat up, her intensifying discontentment apparent on her features. "I said I got you access to front ticket seats to the hottest new court case! You know, the one involving the robbery... the one that's quite literally got the entire Steambird in a chokehold? Yet, you're not excited in the slightest!?" She sounded offended, and she likely was, for her cheeks were flushed the slightest in rash frustration and her narrowed eyes creased at their corners. "Appreciate my efforts, why don't you?"

"Appreciate" indeed.

Ah, but was a sudden, tight embrace overshooting it? For she tensed in your arms, her frame absolutely suspended in your hold, her slack jaw giving the slightest tremor. "Mon amour, just w-what are you-?"

"Come now, Furina, am I not permitted to hug my own lover now?" The jesting in your voice faded as the sarcastic grin on your face formed a smaller, more genuine one. "I'm... ah, I'm okay, if it's with you. I'll be okay."

She paused at your words, contemplation of them flashing in her gaze, and let out a gratified exhale. "Then..." she nearly melted in your embrace, leaning her head into your arms compliantly.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten about your previous transgression, but... ah, it can be forgiven, can't it, mon amour?" ₊˚ෆ

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astroyongie · 3 months

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Enhypen January 2024 Reading

note: please take it lightly

Heeseung

Love: he is currently single and it does seem like Heeseung has once more lived a dissapoitment in love after his current crush as rejected his confession. He regrets a lot having done this confession (it was to a non idol working in their company)

Career: he is very disappointed as well with his current career. I think heeseung is very stressed and he suffers a lot form anxiety due to all the work that is put on them. He feels overwhelmed and he doesnt know how to deal with all the fear he has toward his career

Self: despite all, he tries his best to keep moving forward. Heeseung seem to like wanting to keep a strong personality in from of others and show no weakness

Jay

Love: single at the moment, Jay isnt seeking for love since he just came out from a relationship very recently. Whatever this was about, It kind of annoyed him to this story not to last (but at the same time it seem like it was his decision to terminate things)

Career: he too, like Heeseung feels very pressured by his career and by what the company demands on him. His schedules and hard work are defintily affecting his physical health. I feel like he is very tired and overworked

Self: he is trying to recover from this dark period that had been lingering around his head. Jay is trying to be strong as a person and move forward with things

Jake

Love: he is equally single. I feel Jake had been trying to get in a relationship with someone since August but that the person refused his advances which have left him frustrated. At the moment he his withdrawing from the love affairs

Career: like he is happy with his idol situation, he likes what he does and he is enjoying what his work has been giving him so far. Yet I feel like Jake isnt totally satisfied and that he seeks to do more than what he has been doing so far (probably seeking outside opportunities other than with enhypen)

Self: he is on a very dark side of wealth and fame to be honest. Here it seems like he has become a little bit too attached to money and the power that it gives him to do whatever he wants without being punished by it or judged

Sunghoon

Love: He is dating someone and what it is intersting to see, is that Sunghoon might be leaving some clues behind him about the person he is currently seeing. I also feel that this is an idol

Career: he feels like the company are doing a terrible job at managing the group. Sunghoon feels like he has too many schedules to attend, many opportunities to work on yet everything is disorganized and he feels over committed by the company and his sponsors

Self: he is very focused on his career at the moment and also on his image and what hes shows to the public. I believe that Sunghoon has been focusing a lot lately on changing his idol image and showing something more mature

Sunoo

Love: if he was in a relationship before, he isnt anymore as he had a huge conflict with his partner which provoked them to break apart. They disagreed a lot on things and they didn’t had the same goals for what they wanted the relationship to be. Their relationship ended in bad terms

Career: Sunoo have been having some extra opportunities when it comes to his career and one should expect him to shine brighter this year thanks to the work his company and his sponsor are putting behind him

Self: he feels okay, he feels more in touched with his emotions and with what is happening around him. Sunoo has been taking decisions with his heart more than his head

Jungwon

Love: he is currently single and quite bored about it. It feels like Jungwon is longing to be in a relationship again but he havent found anyone that could take that spot. He is needing love and yet being very lazy about searching

Career: he is trying to take a lower profile on the group. I feel like Jungwon has no wish to take decisions for the group, he doesnt want to be in the spotlight. Almost like the “filler” member is what he is seeking

Self: Jungwon is someone very ambitious and he thrives for success. Just music success might be just a path he choose to take to later change (perhaps acting?)

Ni-ki

Love: he is very successful with girls around him. I believe that Niki is still single yet he doesnt stop himself to enjoy the company of people whenever he has the opportunity to do so

Career: expect niki to have a lot more solo opportunities this year that he had previously. Either they are for solo music stuff, for acting/mcs or shoots/marketing. He is booked and sponsors are trying to snatch him

Self: he has been a little bit cold and too upfront with one of his members. This might have generated a few conflicts with one member because he often loses his chill self lately.

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kvthgok · 7 months

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Pain In the Ass | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- Miguel scolds you for going on a mission he told you not to go on but you had enough of it

Side note- OMMLLL I HAVENT WROTE IN SOOO LONG IM SO SORRY YALL 💀🙏. ANYWAYYYSSSSSSS this one takes a lil just a lil turn Yk 🌝 OKAY ILL SHUT UP ENJOY THIS OR DONT IDC 🤍 (Not Proof Read hehe)

Miguel was always busy with dealing with a multiverse falling apart, so he didn't have much time to deal with his rebellious kid.

Basically you.

Miguel was standing on the platform where he was looking at all the floating holographic screens , not realizing that his kid had once again escaped for like the 100th time today. . .

"Chinga tu madre. . ." He muttered and groaned to himself when he noticed that you weren't in your usual spot in his big “man cave’” as you would call it when you were younger

Miguel took a deep breath.

He sighed "Lyla, where is my kid?"

Lyla appeared, “tsk tsk your always losing your her Miguel” she said annoying him

Miguel pinched his bridge of his nose, “just tell me where she’s at lyla” clearly getting pissed off

Lyla rolled her eyes in her normal sassy way, “she’s in another universe fighting an anomaly—you know the one you told her not to go fight” she said looking up from her phone

Miguel rolled his eyes, "I give this kid one rule... "Pendeja, I told her to stay away from that anomaly!“" He muttered under his breath.

Miguel sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve having such a rebellious child

"Lyla, call the others. Make sure they know there is an anomaly in that universe."

Miguel sighed deeply, annoyed at how his daughter constantly disobeyed him.

"I didn’t sign up to be a father to be disobeyed constantly. I told her to stay away from that anomaly and now she’s in trouble. She never listens to a single word I say. She’s so impulsive, I swear to god..."

Miguel clearly irritated from my rebellious actions opens up a portal to that universe you were in

He saw you flying and fighting the anomaly. He had to admit it for my age you were better than the other at the Spider Society.

After a few minutes you got done and tied the anomaly up with your spider webs and you were about to open a portal back to the HQ spider society until you saw Miguel. “Oh hey” you said giving him a nervous smile and laugh “funny seeing you here” scratching the back of your neck. Meanwhile Miguel eyes were practically turning red he was super livid.

Miguel was furious as he walked up to you.

"I gave you one rule and you broke it. Now tell me. . . Why did you go to that anomaly after I explicitly told you not to?"

“Cause you told me explicitly not to go” You said

"And you thought that was a good idea?"

Miguel was still furious but he was trying not to yell."That anomaly could've killed you! There was a reason why I didn't want you to go near it!"

Starting to get pissed you said,“But guess What? It didn’t kill me” You went through the portal back to the HQ spider society carrying the anomaly and handing it off to another Spider-women with Miguel following through

Miguel was still angry as they both made their way through the portal.

"You know the rules... Yet you still can't manage to follow them. . . You know... I've been too easy with you. I need to actually do something about your disobedience this time."

"Give me your web shooters."

“What no” you scoffed turning around

"Hand. Them. Over. Now."

Miguel was getting angrier by the second. He wasn't playing this time.

"I gave you these to assist you with your duties and to protect you from danger."

"Obviously, you can't do that. So, you won't be needing them."

You mocked him, “yeah yeah whatever “ still not handing them over

You tried to pull away but failed as Miguel grabbed your web shooters and pulled them off. You were furious but knew better then to argue with him.

Miguel rolled his eyes.

"You could've just given them to me."

"...But no. You just HAD to be a pain in the ass and make it difficult for no reason."

He sighed.

"Lyla, make sure you keep a close eye on her for the next couple of days. She's clearly not capable of following simple rules and needs some level of supervision."

Lyla appeared and sighed.

"Oh great, this is going to be fun."

Lyla then turned to you.

"Miguel is right, you know. You need to do a better job at listening to him. I get that it can be tough having a strict father, but rules exist for a reason. You can't just go breaking all of his rules whenever you feel like it. That's not how it works, Y/n."

You glared at Lyla.

Lyla looked at you un-phased by your glaring.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. You could do a lot better at listening to Miguel, especially when he's asking you to do something that's for your safety."

"I know you're a smart kid and you have potential, so I'm confident that you can improve at listening to Miguel."

You completely snapped,“Look he isn’t even my father he’s just another version of my dad from another universe. My REAL father is dead in my universe. And Miguel thinks I’m some replacement cause he can’t accept the fact that HIS REAL daughter is dead. I’m not some sort of second chance for you to be a dad again I hope your remember that Miguel. If anything he’s the REAL Pain In the Ass for thinking he always has to watch me like a hawk everywhere I go”

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prettymeredith · 1 year

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Fantasy of the Day: I'm Gonna Tickle You

"Hiya Sweetie.~ Afraid that I was gonna leave you in here all by yourself? Nonsense, you know how long I've waited to get my hands on you?"

The mixed emotions of dread and fear are as clear as day on your face, but there a taste of excitement hiding in there too. I can see it. I savor the moment of slipping off those high heels, watching those toes wiggle under those cute nylons as they hit the open air.

"You know whats about to happen right? I'm gonna tickle you. You're just going to have to accept that."

Seeing my words further provoke that feeling of dread is delicious to watch. Yet my fingers can hardly keep away as soon as those feet are nice and bare. Itching, figiting, sprinting into frenzie over those soles as I watch cheeks lift into a big smile.

"Oh listen to that big laugh! Don't you like this, aren't you have fun? I know I am.~"

Seeing that cute face giggle beyond your toes is intoxicating. The jerky movements, the sudden yelps, the slow realization that there really is no way to hide. What a thrill ride, and I'm at the controls. I decide what happens and its my call when to stop.

"Oops! Guess I'm getting a bit carried away. I forgot how sharp my nails are. I did get them done just for you today." Intentional or not, ripping away the last layer of defense was both a joy and a turn on. Now there isn't a single thing keeping my fringertips from the skin of your bare feet.

I mean it was just a thin strip of nylon it can't be that much worse, right?

"Ohh does that feel worse? Isn't that too bad!" Laughing at your suffering may be a bit mean, but I can't help it! Neither can you, how can we? It's infectious! "How does it feel knowing that there isn't a thing you can do right now that doesn't want to make me stop tickling you?"

I haven't even broken into the tools yet. I wonder how these soft, pillowy soles can handle pen-like metal rod that vibrates... I can see the look in your eyes. You want me to press down under those toes with it. You want me to use this on you.

Every laugh, every plea for mercy, every time you struggle against your bonds, it just makes me want to tickle you more. Please keep begging, I love hearing that desperation in your voice. Mixed with those high pitched squeaks as I rake a hairbrush over your soles. And there's not a thing you can do about it is there?

"Aww, is someone feeling a bit exhausted? You're so cute when you laugh, you know that?"

I stand before you letting you catch your breath. Yet keeping you on edge as I cross my arms and tap my fingers, eyeing you up and down...

"You didn't think it was over did you? Theres still a special spot I havent touched yet. Any guesses as to what it is?"

The realization in your eyes is gratifying. I simply smirk, giving you one last moments rest before the claws come back out and ravage you.

#tickles #tickled #ticklish #tickle #tickle community #tickle kink #tword community #tickle scenarios #tickle blog #ler #tickling #foot tickling #ler mood

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twigg96 · 25 days

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If u havent already done it,, hcs for dethklok w a very physically affectionate s/o ? Like one that is always down to cuddle n stuff

Hello my sweet Anon! No I haven’t written anything like that yet!! I hope you like these HCs

Nathan - While Nathan himself is a gigantic teddy bear who is touch starved beyond belief. He does find the act of being propositioned with cuddles and touches to be bloody vomit inducing for several reasons. The first being that cuddles and intimate touches took just that... intimacy. And truth be told Nathan wasn't the best when it came to that realm of being. Sure he could pretend. But he hated how nervous he became when his leg touched his partner's, uncertain if the tingles of excitement he felt were ever reciprocated. He hated how sweaty his palms became holding his SO's knowing full well that they could feel just how moist he was becoming just thinking of where that could lead. Marriage and kids of course... and he hated that his mind took him down a futuristic rabbit hole that got his heart broken more times than he ever realized. But his partner... never seemed to mind. Their head on his chest during movies they listened to his heart beat and breathed with him through the panic. Kissed his sweaty knuckles and eased a hand over his bouncing knee. They whispered that they were scared too. But that was an important part of intimacy no one ever talked about. The anxiety and the fear that came with every touch the one that eased with time and with every breath shared until it was hardly noticed anymore and soon two souls became one.

Pickles - The little drummer was not a man who was overly touchy to begin with. People could thank his abusive parents and sketchy past for his fear of intimate touches. He'd duck away from a hug faster than most at the beginning of a relationship. He wasn't repulsed by touches. He'd probably even pull his partner in for hugs and cuddles. But he had boundaries he expected his partner to understand and respect just as he knew his partner had their own he would respect over anything else. There were times that he would pull his partner into his embrace all day. Most of those times alcohol or other substances were involved, other times he or his loved ones were in a heightened emotional state. He hugged people the tightest then with all his heart and soul. He held them to tell them he was there. He wasn't going anywhere. Burying his face in the crook of their neck, his beard scratching against the skin of their neck he held them tight to help them relax. And when his asthma hit and his anxiety washed over him the most was when he needed his partner to step in and return the favor.

Murderface - William likes to pretend that he is as macho as they come. And sure he pretends for a while. He pretends that he's a sexual extraordinaire, has a 20 meter defeater, and lives without a single fear in the entire world. He pretends for a while when he first meets his partner... because he never expects to catch feelings. He ever expects to see them again. But the fact of the mater is... Murderface is entirely too scared... for much of anything when it comes to anything intimate with his partner especially when he starts a relationship with his partner. It takes a long time for him to open up to his partner. To let them touch him so intamatly and with so much trust that they won't hurt him. Because the truth of the matter was that was what he was scared of most. Getting close. Comfortable. Then being discarded and forgotten like yesterday's trash. He hated that feeling. He hated it more that he had grown used to it. So when the couple were watching one of his favorite movies... maybe a boring documentary and his partner's full attention was on the screen not on their phone, not talking to some other guy... he felt himself grow comfortable... wrapping his arm around their shoulder he pulled them close kissing their temple.

Skwisgaar - For the Swede cuddling and touching came in the form of sex so often that he became complacent to the idea that cuddling only came to those in the throws of passion. When his partner tried to hug or hold him in public it sprang to life a problem the blonde had to either excuse himself to the bathroom for. Although many times he simply would try to pull his partner into the alleys and closets to get some alone time. One night when his partner comes to bed they wear the most revealing clothes they could find, crawl into bed and cuddle up close to him, their fingers ghost his skin as they lay sweet kisses across his collar bone, neck, and jaw. Just when Skwisgaar is positive he's getting lucky, his partner pulls away. Touch therapy. That's what they call it. They want to retrain his brain into learning they can touch him without always getting laid. At first he fights the idea. Then his partner cuddles close once more telling him to close his eyes. He does, not because they said so of course... but because he was getting blue balls and it hurt... But... eventually he understood. The quietness, the sensuality without the sexuality... it was nice. Comfortable.

Toki - This boy is just as touchy feely as his partner. It makes other people uncomfortable how clingy they are to each other. Stage 5 clingers would not be a stretch to describe either of them. Velcro Partners. If they're seen apart it's not because either of them want to be alone.

#anon request #thank you for the ask!#metalocalypse #dethklok #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #toki wartooth #william murderface #cuddles #imagine metalocalypse #metalocalypse headcanons

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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Fuck it I'm gonna blab about another crossover fic i'm working on once i'm done with two souls

I dont care if it takes me years or if this fandom dies out (which it won't, tmnt is timeless)

But anyway.

It's called Pink Puppets, a crossover AU with a similar concept to Dagger From the Mirror (although i havent read it yet cuz i am scared)

It's going to ve reversed this time, with the Rise brothers being older because it's set after the movie and the 2012 boys remaining 15 years old (so kinda the same age as Mikey in the movie)

I was gonna use Draxum but i fell in love with the idiot so now I'm gonna use an antagonist that i had in plan for Two Souls season 3, that's why I was gonna write it after I finish Two Souls.

Basically that antagonist wants to replicate Draxum's warriors themselves, but don't want to go through the lengths to actually start doing it. They idolize Draxu and his beliefs and was angry that Draxum threw it all away to play family.

Kraang Subprime of 2012 gets involved and they discover there's countless of universes out there he can pull tirtles from.

He chose 2012.

It's season 3, a few days or a week from the fourfold trap (Karai escapes and is never seen again) episode and the bous are still about 15. This antagonist sees the brainworm in action and takes some for themselves, takong it home and modifying it before they snatch the brothers right in front of 12 April and 12 Casey.

They get dragged into Rise.

The brothers were imprisoned and one by one, a brainworm is forced into their brains. This is where the AU gets its name, the worms are pink and made the brothers' eyes pink.

The new modified brainworms aren't like Shredder's. It slowly influences the victim, making them the worse versions of themselves and think the antagonist is liek their parent or something, using their emotions against them.

12 Mikey is toxicly positive and brutal. He acts as if everything was just a game, he uses his kusagirama a lot, enjoying maling people bleed. He's dangerous and doesn't realize what he's doing is wrong. He's the new leader of the brainwashed gang, bossing his brothers around and they can't say no because of his little brother charm. He knows to emotionally manipulate people with his looks, which gives him a big advantage.

12 Donnie is a complete wreck. He's a ticking timebomb, he doesn't stop talking, doesn't mind his volume, doesn't care about his own wellbeing. He's destroying himself, he literally ignores his injuries if he gets one. 12 Mikey goes for a playful kill, toying with his victims while 12 Donnie always keeps them alive so he could experiment with them. He also uses his hidden blade a lot. He's twitchy and explodes very easily, making him a hard unpredictable opponent.

Then there's 12 Leo.

In this AU, you would expect his "bossiness" is gonna be the trait that gets amplified to be the worse, no, its his obedience. He's more like a puppet than his brothers. He's silent, completely silent, he never talks under the influence of the modified brainworm and follows every single order his brothers tell him to do. Unlike his brothers that would prolong death as much as possible, he strikes for the neck, immediately. He's basically the trump card, only used when things don't go as planned. He's hollow, emotionless, just a shell of his former self. Dead to the world and control by invisible strings.

What's funny is that despite the fact that their worse traits are amplified, they still love and care for each other. They're fiercely overprotective, they will stop the battle if one of them gets gravely injured, they'll take care of each others injuries.

That overprotectiveness is one of the reasons they still haven't got out of the worm's control, it was used against them.

And don't worry, i didn't forget about 12 Raph.

He escapes.

Remember that Raph centric AU i posted about? Yeah, this is it.

It was supposed to be 12 Mikey in thus position, but he's already got experience with dealing with his brothers turning evil, same goes for 12 Donnie, and maybe 12 Leo but he's the one that's evil, but not 12 Raph as far as I know.

12 Raph hasn't fought his brothers alone before.

Plus he already got a taste of the brainworm, why not fight back against his own fear of it?

So he runs away, stumbles upon the Rise turtles and pushes away his pride, beghing for them to help him save his brothers, and of course they do.

While the 2012 brothers cause chaos for the humans in New York with a subplot of trying to get 12 Raph to their side, the Rise brothers and their friends now have to deal with teens Mikey's age wanting murder and their brother who just wants them back.

This time, the Rise brothers have to be the responsibile older guys and the 12 boys the chaotic little shits.

(Don't worry, everyone is looking for them back in 2012)

Tell me ya'lls thoughts about it. Is it good??

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt crossover #raph angst my beloved

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ganondoodle · 8 months

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why does it seem so impossible for theory people .. or any people really to even consider that rauru isnt the firstest of the first kings of hyrule, its been remade so many times already and the 'forgotten era of myth' might as well have included hyrule being forgotten; instead its always messing with the old titles and timeline and im so TIRED

is it rly some sort of complex to HAVE to connect the new stuff to the old titles somehow?? again i get that theorizing and all that can mean anythign but i havent seen anyone even bring up the fact that maybe, this is just a new hyrule and rauru was just the first guy on this one to call himself king, maybe the name hyrule survived but it didnt connect back to a kingdom so hey jsut thought thats a neat old name lets call it that, hell, maybe it was a surname of sonia even so he literally just called the kingdom after her not knowing its been called that since the beginning of time, wouldnt that be a cool coinsidence!! and also rly sweet of him!! like him being called rauru!! like a guy loooong long before him that no one knows of bc its been so long its long been forgotten he ever existed! isnt that cool and somber connection!

id also love if someone could just kinda ... consider botw/totk(uhg) as their own thing, like, i love the old titles, but i also love them as being done, their era has ended, this is a new era, what if we could just ... view this new era as their own thing without having to chain every little bit of dialog to the old titles

i really wish rauru/sonia never said they just founded hyrule, and zelda(i think) never called him the 'first' king bc apparently some people are unable to think oh this is a new hyrule and he was the first king of this one like i did but instead go into a rampage trying to make everyone believe totks past is somehow canonically right after fucking SKYWARD SWORD; like ... some people take every line of dialog like wayyy to literally, rauru probably THOUGHT he was the one who founded this kingdom bc he literally couldnt know any better with everything of the old stuff being so loong forgotten already, hes just some dude and not literal god who knows it all, characters can be wrong even when they believe they are right!!

(yes i am annoying about this bc i hate this on a personal level)

like .. i cant be the only one who thinks botw to be of a new era so long after all the old titles its basically a new world entirely, with no direct links to anything in the past, with references and callbacks from all old legends, but still a new world, without chains to the old, reoccuring names and happenings haunting it just the same as it did all the ones before them yet not being aware this has been happening over and over .... .. and, after it was said that oh rauru was the name of the 'first' king of hyrule, immediately thought oh shit he founded this new hyrule coolio (lets ignore how much i grew to dislike totk in general, i was hopeful still at that point) (lets also ignore how many problems totk alone has with its own damn lore for this ok, its its own mess that dragged botw into its mess but that doesnt mean it ALSO has to drag literally every single other game into its mess too)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #like uuuuuauuauauuauauauauagh #this take of ooooh totks past retcons all the old titles is so UHG I HATE IT #or it messing with stuff of the old stuff #STOP LET THEM REST FFS #id find it much more intersting if they only talked about the rules and established lore of botw totk and made theories around tha-#oh wait totk cant even keep its own lore in check #sorry my brain feels like its biting on stone whenever i see that kind of take like its canon #anyway i dont know how i keep coming across stuff like that #and while it may seem adressive .. which i kidna ma in this case its really just yelling it into the world #i dont want to idk hunt anyone down lol #i am not that deranged #just very pasionate about stuff so i go loud where i can #which is da internet weehoo

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silentmoths · 2 years

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Demon! Zhongli Part 2

It's finally here peeps! it's also 2:30 in the morning and I start work at 11am hee hoo but I just...wanted to get this done so I can finally open my ask box again for general everything.

If you havent read part one Here it is

Zhongli X Afab FreshDemon! Reader (It might be me being violently tired but I did attempt to keep this one pretty Gn!)

NSFW, Spanking, Zhongli's absurdely long demon tongue, Religious references, zhongli is ur husband in this one hehehehehe.

2533 words, not proof read in the slightest also im not personally religious so take anything mentioned with a healthy pinch of salt.

Enjoy, heathens.

It felt strange, walking these familiar roads again. It had felt like decades since you’d last been here, making your way towards the church.

Only faintly do you hear the screaming from behind you, nothing to particularly care about, just the village burning sweetly to the ground.

Distantly you wonder where your darling husband has gotten off to, last you’d seen him, he’d placed a sweet, loving kiss on your forehead, caressed your cheek, and told you to have a good time, and that he would be back shortly with a gift.

Last time you’d walked these roads, it was as an exorcist, clad in holy garb; respected yes, but with that respect came rigorous training and expectations, forced to serve a god you’d never once believed in.

Now? Now the clergy feared you, you could see the priests and the sisters as you ascend the stairs, trails of dark flame following your every step, the very same that had just razed their precious village flock to the ground. They scream and shout and chant, holding up their crosses like it was meant to repel you.

Foolish mortals.

You had been foolish once, but no more.

Their crosses drop when they see the crown sitting upon your head, glinting under the light of the moon and the burning buildings. You were no lesser ‘demon’ who could be cast away with a simple chant; and you had twenty years of pent up frustrations to let out upon this holy building.

Any priest attempting to bar your way is thrown aside with laughable ease, once upon a time, that would have been you, trying desperately to protect the church, as if it had ever done anything for you. In a way, you suppose it had, because now you were back, and more powerful than ever.

Humans are laughably easy to kill.

Soon the halls of the cathedral fall silent, those stupid enough to stay and protect now lay in pools of their own blood at your feet, priests and nun’s you’d once known, yet had never quite bonded with.

Their false god was never there for you, and he was not here for them now in their hour of need.

The deadly clack of golden talon against stone pulls your thoughts back to the present, looking up you smile at your husband; his true form was truly a sight to behold, copper and bronze scales glinting beautifully under the torchlight as the dragon coils through the pillars, a single mortal dangling limp in his jaws.

You recognized this one, the archbishop, the one who had taken you in and trained you, forced you to spend hours praying on your knees to a god you didn’t believe in, and more hours still studying, and when he deemed you had not done well enough, your knuckles and back would face the wrath of his cane.

And now, your husband drops him to the floor at your feet. You have to give him a little bit of a nudge just to check if he was still living or not.

“He is not dead…but it’s near…I thought you might like to deal the final blow, darling.” Morax purrs, nuzzling his snout to your cheek affectionately.

“Thank you, love…it would be a great pleasure.”

—

Finally watching that blubbering fool breathe his last was… cathartic, relieving in a way you never quite realised killing a man could be.

With him gone, you could finally indulge in the reason you’d asked your husband if you could both spend your anniversary here in the first place.

Your eyes turn to the altar, usually laden with gifts and offerings for their god, trinkets and flowers, food and money. Now? The slab, covered in red velvet and lined with gold trim, sits barren and empty, bathed in the light of the full moon.

Perfect.

“What’s on your mind, dearest?” Your husband purrs by your ear, dutifully licking the last traces of blood from your hands.

“Mmh? Oh…just thinking about how I’d like to round out the evening.” you hum in response, turning your head to press a kiss to his snout. He knows you well enough by now that he needs no further prompting, scale quickly becomes skin as his arms wind around your waist.

Lips graze slowly downward, leaving soft, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat, stopping at the soft junction of your neck and shoulder, letting his teeth graze before biting down, exactly where he knew you liked it.

In the little over a year since you’d first attempted to ‘exorcise’ him, Morax had made do on his promise, he had promised to shower you in pleasure and affection. He had turned you, wrapped you in silks and made you his bride, he knew every part of you, likely better than you knew yourself.

Which is why you don’t fight his guiding hands as he spreads you out across the altar. The first time you’d been intimate with him, the night he took your purity, he’d done something similar, and despite your new abilities, and penchant for chaos, there was always something so very holy about him, especially when the light hit him just right, like now, bathed in the moon’s cool, white glow, one could have mistaken him for an angel.

His eyes however, have always been the dead giveaway to his more perverse desires, like smouldering pools of magma , glowing in the dim light as he eyes you with a predatory hunger, sharp claws tearing through what meagre clothing you wore these days.

(After being forced to wear such heavy robes for so much of your life, the option to wear only light silks was a welcome one)

No longer do you try to curl away or hide from his roaming hands, instead you choose to reach upward, to push his own robes from his shoulders and explore what was yours. Never did Morax make you feel like you were less than he, only below him when you wished it, truly he made do on treating you as an equal. He shudders into your soft touch as he settles above you, taking your lips with his own as rough hands explore your skin, as if anything had changed from the last several hundred times you’d been intimate, but you always allowed him to indulge.

It had taken a while, to become used to this kind of attention, but Morax was a stubborn demon, his hard work eventually rewarding him with your unbidden noises of pleasure, happily swallowing down your moans as his claws scrape down your sides, no longer did you care about the marks they left, your body would heal those soon enough, and the marks, for as short their stay was, were a nice reminder of the absolutely sinful things he could do to you.

Like the hand that slides between your legs, teasing so softly along your clit, his touch feather-light, while his other hand is the exact opposite, waiting until you’re wound up from his barely-present touch to pinch at one of your nipples, twisting roughly and pulling a ragged moan from deep in your chest at the dual treatment, and all you can do to even attempt to get him back is to grind your knee upwards into his crotch, revelling in the low, pleased growl and the minute shudder it pulls as he slowly grinds his erection downward, seeking his own pleasure.

“Oh if only their god could see you now.” he purrs against the jut of your shoulder “What would he think? Seeing you spread out so sinfully beneath a demon lord?”

“You say that like I’m not a demon myself, love.” you huff in response, only squeaking slightly when he grasps your hip and turns you, pressing your belly into the velvet beneath you and hauling your hips up and into his lap as he sits.

“Demon you may be, but your powers are still blooming, in the eyes of their god…you could still be saved you know..” he muses, running a gentle hand across the crest of your ass, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine. The first slap is harsh and its enough to have you jerk, only kept in place by his firm hold, his free hand pressing down between your shoulder blades.

“Not that I’m going to let that happen. I would kill every last one of those blathering fools” he croons, running gentle fingers over the slowly reddening flesh before he brings that very same hand down on the other cheek, sending reverberating pleasure-pain up your spine with a loud, drawn out cry.

This time, your husband doesn’t give you a reprieve, reigning in his claws just enough to push two long, thick fingers deep into your aching hole, you clench around the sweet intrusion, already embarrassingly wet, something that does not escape his notice.

“Oh? Does my darling enjoy being so lewd in such a holy place?” he teases, having long since memorised every sweet spot inside of your walls and crooking his fingers just that little bit to hit the best one, revelling in the way you squirm and moan in his lap. “Perhaps we should go and desecrate every church and cathedral we can, hm? Get a bucket list going?”

All you can do is moan and try to push your hips back into his hand.

“Nngh..li…please..” It wasn’t often you used his ‘human’ name, but it always seemed to get him going, and if the way you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach at the mere utterance, tonight was no exception.

“Whatever happened to my meek, innocent little exorcist?” he simpers teasingly, giving your poor ass another smack for good measure, it’s hard to tell if the tears stinging your eyes are from pain or pleasure, but either way, you arch your back and mewl just the way he likes.

“You did this to me, remember?” you finally manage to pant, whining at the sudden loss of his fingers as he shifts, you shudder at the feeling of his thick rod slowly rutting against your slick hole. “You promised to shower me in pleasure if I joined you.”

Your husband rumbles above you, his tail slowly wrapping around your calf as he manipulates you into a better, more comfortable position, chest pressed against the soft velvet covering of the altar with your hips hoisted high into the air. “Hm…I suppose I did…” he concedes, you cannot see his face, but you can feel the predatory, toothy grin, it’s in the way he holds you, one hand sliding slowly up your spine to grip at the base of your neck, holding you in place and setting your nerves alight with anticipation, whilst the other grips at your hip, stopping you from pushing back against him.

“Liiii…” you whine pathetically, he was never usually this mean when it came to sex.

“Pray for me, little exorcist.” he rumbles in a way that has your heart stammering “I want to hear the way you used to pray to the god you didn’t believe in while I fuck you on his altar.”

Good lord..

You attempt a quick jerk in his hold, he does not falter, he really wanted you to pray? Did you even remember the words?

His encouragement comes in another slow roll of his hips, the very head of his cock catching against your wanting entrance, but then he pulls away again, leaving you whining and desperate.

It takes you a moment to take a breath, trying to recall the words.

“O-our father who art in celestia- ahhn…” The very moment you begin to utter the words, Morax rumbles his approval and sinks all the way inside of you, stopping only when his hips meet yours with an obscene, wet slap. It leaves you shaking and gasping for breath as you try to adjust to suddenly being speared open so wonderfully, finally feeling full and sated.

“Go on, love, keep going for me.” Morax purrs, leaning forward to kiss at your temple as you turn your head to try and look at him, he’s smiling at you, soft and affectionate, even as his claws dig into your skin.

He only begins to thrust and set a rhythm when you continue with the prayer, slowing down to a crawl should you lose yourself too much and forget your words.

“You’re so wet darling, don’t tell me you’re actually getting off to this?” he chuckles darkly as he bullies your insides, once upon a time this kind of pace would have been tortuous for you, but your body had long since grown used to him, Morax had carved you out to fit him perfectly. “Come on, almost there Love.”

You whine, trying to hold onto words when his cock was hitting every pleasure spot imaginable, when the lewd, wet slapping of his hips to yours reverberated in the empty cathedral, was so impossibly difficult.

“-A-and lead us not i-into temp-ah! T-temptation…b-but deliver us from e-evil- nnnghmm-!” the moment you finally finish uttering the prayer for your husband, his long tongue invades your mouth as he folds over you, the hand on the base of your neck moving to your front to help support you as he steals the little air that remained in your lungs and chokes you so sweetly on his tongue.

You can feel your control on your powers beginning to loosen as you’re edged closer to your orgasm, apparently for new demons, it was quite common to lose control. (apparently, a demon was still considered fresh for several years, you’d huffed when your husband had told you that.)

Right as the knot in your stomach snaps, the velvet beneath your hands catches fire,the same dark hellfire that had razed the village and killed the clergy now setting the altar ablaze as you scream your pleasure into your husband's mouth. He hums softly, his grip tightening just a little as he increases his pace for just a few more moments before he pulls you flush against him, his tail unravelling from your leg as it thrashes before stilling. His spill is hot and encompassing as it fills you, no longer was it enough for you to pass out, but the building of your climax and the events of the day leave it a very near thing as he finally pulls away to let you gasp for breath, watching the flames that could do you no harm dance and burn away at the altar, and with it, you feel a sense of relief wash through your system.

“Still with me, love?” Morax’s gentle voice slowly reaches your ears, and all you can manage in return is an unintelligible whine of a noise, but that’s all he needed, slowly pulling himself out, there to catch you when your body can no longer hold itself, and bundling you up into his arms as he leans back against the stone of the burning altar, enjoying the warmth your flames provided as he presses a tender kiss to your temple, then cheek and finally to your lips.

“Happy anniversary, little exorcist.”

#Zhongli x reader #Zhongli x reader smut #Zhongli genshin #Zhongli smut #silentmothwrites #moth is not silent

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sutherkins · 11 months

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what dating peter sutherland is like part two 💌

• be prepared to have everything done for you whether you ask him to do it or not

• did you offhandedly mention the list of chores you need to do? dont worry about it, peters got it covered

• he likes to cook for you

• before he started dating you, he actually had no clue how to cook anything that wasnt super simple like boxed pasta

• in the early stages of the relationship he took cooking classes to get better and while hes not a professional, he can make you some pretty good homemade meals

• in return, you like to exercise your hobby for baking and make him a lot of sweet treats

• he loves watching competitive baking/cooking shows and no one can tell me otherwise

• you both love to watch them together and will wait until both of you are free to catch up on any episodes you missed

• he’s extremely supportive

• going to a pride parade? he’s there to support you (and everyone there) and have fun!

• a protest perhaps? he’ll stand right next to you with his own sign

• he loves dogs

• he loves being in nature

• any time he gets hurt he recites the names of his favorite basketball players to distract himself from the pain

• his favorite place to be is with you at his cabin

• he loves to give you gifts every once in a while especially if he notices that you’ve been eyeing something specific but havent gotten it for yourself yet

• staying in with you is his preferred way to have a date, hes not fond of being around people too much

• he’ll 100% take you to a restaurant, fancy or otherwise, if you want him to

• most of the time theyre diners or small businesses

• peter knows what having a panic attack is like so he for sure will help you out and have techniques and methods for you to try when you’re having one yourself

• this is inspired by @underoospeterparker wonderful period comfort fic that i requested and its that he will literally take care of Everything

• he’ll put a pad in your underwear for you so it’s all ready to go when you need it

• he’ll warm up a heating pad as soon as you ask

• buys you your favorite snacks and some extra pads or tampons (or whatever you use) when you start your period

• peter is like a human furnace so you like to lay on top of him like he’s a living heating pad for your tummy — he enjoys it very much

• he drives you to your therapy appointments and waits in the car until youre done

• he never asks what you talk about in therapy but you usually tell him anyway

• there arent really any secrets between the two of you

• there might have been some things neither of you wanted to talk about at first but eventually you both share them with one another

• peter is actually really funny and always tries to make you laugh

• playing against you is the only time he feels like he’s good at basketball 😭

• “you’re the one who didnt get into the nba!”

• “at least im tall enough to qualify!”

• he pokes fun at your short stature whenever he can

• peter is 6ft tall so he towers over you

• as hot as he thinks you look when you’re wearing his clothes he also finds it hilarious because theyre so long on you

• shirts? they reach your knees

• pants? always have to be rolled up at your hip otherwise you’ll step on the fabric at the bottom and trip yourself (you did this once and peter was very concerned but also couldnt stop laughing)

• he doesnt look after himself the way you think he should, so you’re always paying attention and making sure he’s eating/hydrating when he needs to and getting enough sleep

• i feel like one year for halloween you make him dress like spiderman because they have the same name and you dress as mary jane and do the iconic upside down spiderman kiss

• you’ve basically christened every single room in his apartment

• he might not like every single hobby you have or everything you have an interest in but he’ll always participate if you ask and you do the same for him

• you own skin safe markers and sometimes when you get bored you like to color in his tattoos. he actually really enjoys it and finds it relaxing

• speaking of tattoos

• when he realizes that you’re the one for him and that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, he gets a tattoo of your initials on his arm

• when you find out about the tattoo you immediately book an appointment for yourself so you can get his initials tattooed on your hip or maybe your wrist

• when he sees it for the first time he thinks its so sexy that you have his initials permanently on your skin that he makes you orgasm like 5 times

• he knows you love homemade personal care products (soap, bath bombs, things like that) and will buy them for you all the time

• you always call him on your way home from work or whatever it is your doing that day and if you’re stressed he’ll set up a relaxing bath for you for when you get home

• and he goes all out

• he goes through your stash of products and even has new ones ready to add to your collection, a nice lavender bath bomb, some rose petals, ect

• he sets up a speaker to play relaxing music and even puts a small table next to the tub thats got some of your favorite snacks on it along with a bottle of water

• he loves to cuddle

• he is literally so needy when it comes to you and just wants any kind of affection he can get from you

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland fanfiction #the night agent #the night agent fanfic #the night agent fanfiction #sunshine boy #gabriel basso #peter sutherland headcanons

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antiwhores · 2 years

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I really loved ur short story ‘Bakugou’s game’ I would love to see a part 2 of it. Maybe a few months later or something reader is trying to get over bakugou and is really cold to him when he tries to fix their relationship and he sees her at a party with a date and he gets super jealous and possessive after seeing them together. Which leads to make up sex and hopefully reader giving bakugou a chance to make it up to her. Or be totally angsty and make reader pull a uno reverse of him.

Bakugou’s Game: Part 2.

Requested by: @jasmixs @ooftrain-12 @tsukikoxo @coffeeginie

Part one: https://antiwhores.tumblr.com/post/693877274172440576/bakugous-game

Sorry this shit took so long frfr. Ive been SO busy lately to the point its actually insane. Havent had time to even write a sliver of this. Yall probably lost interest but ill post it anyone out of respect for the og request

Warnings: Jealousy, minor violence (reader slaps bakugou again LOL L bozo), rough sex, creampie, happy ending and shit, make up sex, NOT EDITED - BARE WITH ME HERE.

Bakugou was misreable without you, the break up eats him away until he forced himself to go out to speak to you.

Bakugou never understood the idea of someone being so sorrowful about a break up that they forget their pride and beg for the person back. That is, until now. He’s starting to understand why people take break ups so badly. Cause he’s taking it badly.

Everyday is a new thing to notice. Everyday is a new thing he didn’t even know he was used to after dating you so long gone.

When he came home to his apartment you weren’t there to welcome him. When he walked past the bathroom you wernt there to sing horrible on purpose in the shower to annoy him. When he ate at the table you wernt there to tell him about your day in an exaggerated tone. When he sat down on the bed without changing you wernt there to yell at him for his outside clothes touching the clean mattress. When he spiced his food to hot you wernt there to dramatically cough and pretend to fall over. When he woke up in the middle of the night you weren’t there to tell him to “close them damn eyes again”.

Everything was different. He hasn’t moved a single bit of his furniture yet the house changed drastically.

He started to lack on his chores, throwing himself into his hero work. He exhausted his body to the point of throwing up. That and the combination of the lack of sleep and the lack of rest.

He had nightmares of how he acted. It would usually play out with you doing what he did to you. It was insufferable. Every single thing in his dream was something that he’s done before.

He looked down at his phone with his newly founder insomniac eyes.

Doll, Im so sorry. It will NEVER happen again. Im a fucking idiot and I’d do anything to make it up to you. Please just respond back.

Read 34 days ago

Y/n, I see you reading my texts. Just please let me apologize.

Read 33 days ago

Do you still want that car? I know you told me to not buy it but I’ll order it without a second thought if you talk to me. Please.

Read 32 days ago

Okay, Im sorry about the car thing. That was weird. I don’t think you’re a prize to be won with money. I just want you back.

Seen 31 days ago

Stopping by your house today, I need to see you.

Seen 29 days ago

Im sorry. I can’t loose you y/n. I cant.

Seen 27 days ago

My mom is so mad at me. I dont blame her, loosing you is like loosing half of my heart.

Seen 25 days ago

Its been so long since I’ve lived without you I dont know how to do its

Seen 23 days ago

Please love me again.

Seen 22 days ago

I know you see these. Do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Seen 19 days ago

I love you.

Seen 16 days ago

No other person will ever count to me. That stupid bitch at the bar is nothing compared to you. None of them are.

Seen 15 days ago

I left a letter under your mattress. Please read it.

Seen 12 days ago

Coming to your house tomorrow, I really need to see you. I’ll do anything.

Seen 9 days ago

The notes still here, you really break my heart. You know that?

Seen 8 days ago.

I still love you.

Seen 5 days ago

Ill fucking never look at another girl again. Swear.

Seen 4 days ago

I love you even more today

Seen 2 days ago

Whenever you’re ready.

Sent just now.

It was true, you read every single text. You read them almost 10 times over. You weren’t ready to respond.

At first, Bakugou’s texts confused you. This was against his pride. He would never suck up to you like this. So you laid it down to drunk, sad, sleepy, and/or desperate texts. It wasn’t his character so naturally you went looking for answers.

The last month has been terrible for you too. You were staying at your bestfriends house, who was GLAD to have you.

You avoided everything that mentioned him. News, certain social media platforms, public areas, etc. if it wasnt for your friend, you wouldve never gone out.

After that last text he stopped reaching out for the coming months. Things were peaceful, you were okay.

You hadn’t gone back to any club/parties since the incident. But your friend, being a party person, forced you out to a nearby club. They also made you agree to going with this guy, whatever his name was, to have a little blind date. Your friend figured it’d been a couple months and you needed to touch some bitches. You were against it, still getting over Bakugou, but they used the favor you owed them to seal the deal.

So now you found yourself at the club, chatting with a guy at one of the booths. He was actually tolerable, not your type romantically, but someone you’d be friends with. You supposed that the first step to a relationship was being friends so you continued to persue.

He was rather handsome too, not godly handsome like your ex- you needed to stop doing that. Comparing everyone to Bakugou is whats gonna make you single for life. Bakugou was not an easy man to pass.

You laughed at his joke as he continued to tell it. “Yeah man, she was crazy! She ended up calling my mom and telling her that I had set the house on fire! My mom was worried to death! Then she hit me after she found out the house was okay like I told her!”

You shook your head, “Exes man, I swear!” He leaned down towards you, “You got any exes that make you want to start a war?” You immediately nodded, “My last ex was a handful.” “Did he tell your mom you set the house on fire too?” You laughed, “Nahh, thatd be so much easier to manage. My ex, well, he-“

Prying red eyes watched you from the corner of the room. Bakugou didn’t even wanna come to this club tonight. He was, like you, forced to come out of pity of his friends. To think he could’ve missed the chance to see you and this guy flirting and laughing together.

It could be a close friend, maybe a relative, he didnt know. He wasnt close enough to make oht a single word. There was some part of him that aas glad for that nad another part that was incredibly annoyed.

No matter who it was, Bakugou’s hands started to smoke up. His teeth gritted hard against eachother. While he was moaping and suffering you were over here on what looks like a date?

It took everything in him to not just stomp over there and drag you away from the piece of shit. He was glad he hadn’t enough alcohol in him to follow those urges… to a degree.

So he waited. He waited for an opportunity. And he sure as hell got one.

“Oh!” You gasp at the ringing of your phone. You tilt the screen towards you before looking back up at your date with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I absolutely need to take this!” He laugh, “its okay!” His back cracks when he lifts his arms to stretch. “I needa go to the restroom anyway!”

You smiled that smile that he loved. The smile that should only be directed at him. Not at some random guy you just met.

He stalked carefully behind the guy until he was walking into the back hallway with him. The guy barely had a chance to comprehend a single thought before he was slammed up against the wall with his shirt fisted by the blonde.

The man looked startled and freightened. Who wouldnt be? Bakugou’s stare was one to rival Medusa’s. He felt frozen by the pure hatred glazed over.

“What the hell are you doing with y/n.” The sentence came out between his teeth. The man put his hands up defensively, “Aye man, we’re just on a blind date!”

Bakugou’s palms sparkled threateningly, “Im gonna give yoh one chance,” He leaned down to be exactly in the guys face, “Fuck. Off.”

That was all the guy needed before he was out of the door and on his way home. An immediate wave of relief washed over him at the thought of the date finally ending. The positive emotions quickly disappeared at the sound of a famiiar voice, his favorite voice. “Seriously?”

He snapped his head over to look at you. You were even more heavenly up close, just as he remmebered but better. Your arms were folded and you looked at him with such disapproval that he wanted to immediately crawl to his knees and apologize.

“We’re not even fucking dating anymore. You just chased off my date.” He winced, “Fuck.” You scoffed at his curse to whomever. “I should be saying that not you. Leave me alone, asshat.”

Before he could stop himself he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest vacant guest room. He pinned you against the doorway. You were wide eyed and your mouth slightly open. It had happened in an instant, so fast your brain was still trying to comprehend him grabbing your wrist.

Bakugou bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed. He didn’t know were to start. This day had been rehearsed in his mind over and over again. Yet the words, the speeches, and the numerous i love you’s were gone.

“Im sorry.” Was all he could get out. Your eyebrows furrowed when he mumbled the words. He snaked his hand around your waist as he whispered in your ear. “Im sorry. Im sorry, swear on it y/n. Talk to me again. I miss you. I’m sorry.”

His head dove into your neck, kissing and sucking on every sensitive spot he gained access too. You didnt even have time to gasp before his thigh pried both your legs open. He grinded the muscle against you.

It took everything in your being to not just give in and let him pleasure you. The resolve in your head, the one that told you that him acting like this is conmmunication is what ended the relationship in the first place, slapped the hell out of you though.

His face broke as you roughly pushed him away. He whimpered while trying to trail his hands on his belt to unbuckle it.

The skin of your palm met his face quickly. He completely stopped this time. The sound of the slap reverbing in his head along with the sting. Not just the sting of the slap, but the sting of knowing he fucked up again.

“Have you learnt anything?!” You yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “This is the reason we broke up! You can’t resolve everything with sex!” You jammed your finger into his chest, “Start thinking with your head instead of your dick! After all this time, I thought you changed. Im so ignorant.”

You turned to leave out the door. Bakugou saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw the relationship you and him had before. He saw the relationship you could have now. And he saw the relationship that fucked up and now has fucked up his life.

“I dont know HOW!” He didn’t mean to yell, really. But something just snapped in him. You stopped to listen so he continued. “I’ve spent the last several weeks missing you. I never even realized how much I fucking… damn it!”

The knot in his throat was getting tighter. You hadn’t turned around yet. “But I just dont know how…” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt no lustful intent, only the desire to hold his #1. “I only know how to show my love through fucking. I can be more open! I just dont know how!”

He started to shake, squeezing you even tighter. After a long while, you finally spoke.

“Then I’ll teach you how.” He looks up in bewilderment, is this you forgiving him? In one swift movement you pushed yourself towards him. You grabbed his worried face, tilting him up to look you in the eyes. He was panicked, a panick you’ve only seen a few times since knowing him. “But for now, tell me how you feel in the ways you understand.”

He seemed confused when your hands encircled around his belt and snagged it off. “What? Wait-“ you cut him off with a hefty palm on his clothed cock. His breath caught into his throat. He barely chocked back the moan that you attempted to tear from him as you dove your hands under his pants. He was puzzled, yet his arousal and the feels of your hands encircle around his throbbing cock hypnotized him.

Instinctively, he reached between your legs to rub you in return. He whined when your hand gently pulled his away. “I’m okay, you just focus.”

Easy for you to say, he thought, or atleast tried to. It wasn’t easy to focus on the situation when you began to pull his cock out and rub it against your entrance. It felt too good. It had been too long. Too long having to rub himself out to a picture of you. The real deal felt euphoric.

His hips bucked into yours, starting at a brutal pace. He picked up your legs to give himself more range. The sounds of skin on skin were loud, not as loud as the combined sound of the moans and groans you both chocked out, but loud.

He tilted his head back, his whole chest was flushed a deep red. He cursed into your neck where he had begun to lick and suck. “Damn it, I-I missed you.” Your whole body tensed when he angled himself to hit that spot deep inside of you. It was your turn to curse.

“I just- these past couple of weeks- nghhh… ive been- I cant live without you alright!” His thrusts picked up, “I regret everything I have ever done to make you upset- hhhnnm…”

Tears well up in your eyes when you start to reach your orgasm. You weren’t gonna last long either. Like him, the sensation was a lot after being away from eachother so long. He had forgotten his strength as he thrusted into you so hard you wouldn’t doubt if angry bruises were already forming.

“Katsuki… I love you,” You whined desperately. He started to unwind, tensing and untenseing, when you came around his cock while moans spilled through your mouth. It almost hurt how stong the orgasm was. Almost.

He bite into his lips so hard it began to draw blood. “Fuck, I love you too y/n! So fucking much!” With that he exploded inside you. His hot seed painted your walls without missing a single spot.

He slowly lifts you down to your feet, only to stabalize you when your knees buckle. He wrapped his arms around you, “I fucking missed you.” You breathed in deeply when he kissed at your temple, “I missed you too Katsuki.”

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singularity-and-co · 2 months

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(Narcissa @ Arceus) Forgive me if this is a bit forward, but ive noticed something of a repeating pattern about the issies plaguing your universe. It seems like you've conditioned the gods of your world not to care about what happens to those in it. You say you have trouble controlling a single mew, ypuve out unrealistic expectations on your children with harsh punishments.

It feels like you rule through fear and threat of deletion and not respect and as a result all your problems stem from creatures who through your actions know you dont value them or their lives and it seems they have the mentality to care as little for the failure of your world when you care so little for them.

Or at least thats what ive seen. I mean with the amount of time you said you erased and restarted...it looks like you cemented the idea that it doesnt matter what they do good or bad, if you arent hapy you'll just replace them with a new one. Thats a disastrous mindset to have. Your doomed for the cycle to repeat cause the only thing you havent changed with each restart...is yourself.

*A quick, stern look lets the Palkia know he’s not welcome to listen in on this conversation. With a quick, “Sorry,” he heads off. Galaxis never wants to deal with his father when he’s in a state like this.*

Arceus: I am trying. I have been trying for years and years. You think I want to be rid of my children with each reset? Of course I don’t! It’s so difficult with each reset! But I cannot keep a failure of a universe going. This is necessary for me to do. Yes, I know it’s awful for me to have to erase my children and raise them all over again. I know. But it’s what I need to do. I don’t care if you are from a universe where things have been successful. You have had no idea what I have had to go through to even get this universe into a state in which I haven’t had to reset it yet! Of course I care about my children! How dare you consider the notion that I don’t!

*Arceus could feel the anger bubbling and boiling inside of him. He regretted even letting a single Pokémon speak to him. If this was the level of respect he was getting from Pokémon who barely knew him, he wanted nothing to do with them. With deep, heavy breaths, he stared down at the Lunala.*

Arceus: You think I want to punish my children? To threaten them? Of course I don’t. I have only done so a couple of times. Do you want to know why? Because Singularity decided to enter the mortal realm and almost wipe out every single mortal. It’s so hard seeing your child, someone who you created, destroy the very world that you spent time and effort making. I cannot have my children, who wield powers beyond mortal comprehension, to roam around doing whatever they desire. Their actions have consequences. I tried the softer approach a long time ago and it did not work. I could not control the three of them. So now I’ve had to turn to my harsher methods. If you think coming to me with those comments will somehow change my “disastrous mindset” as you so claim, perhaps you should consider how you approach other Pokémon.

Arceus: Leave me be. I don’t want to ever see you in this realm again.

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thedawningofthehour · 5 months

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Helloo!! I havent finished the latest chapter yet, but the second part of Galois‘ perspective made me wonder!! There was a choice to be made for Donatello, had he submitted to Draxum right away, he would have lived on as Donatello. Would Draxum still have changed his memories to that degree?? As in, would Donnie think he was raised by Draxum orr would he have only manipulated him to make him believe he was willingly working with Draxum. Im guessing, had he joined Draxum sooner, he wouldnt have his scars on his wrists and ankles, so there would be no story of him being held captive by the foot, would there?? Anywayy, gonna enjoy the rest of it now

I'm trying to remember what I even thought in the beginning. Draxum wasn't going to completely rewrite him if he didn't have to, but thinking about it I definitely think he would have done something. I mean, come on, he's smart. And he obviously understands and respects how smart Donnie is. So he knows that he can't underestimate Donnie, because Donnie can and will wreck his shit.

Likely, Draxum would have cast the second part of the spell that made him super agreeable and unable to doubt anything Draxum told him, just to sort of tweak his moral compass (lol, Donnie's moral compass spinning wheel of doom) and ensure his loyalty. This was a lower intensity spell and he wouldn't have needed Hypno for it. He might have erased Donnie's memory of that day, just to keep him from getting fussy about the whole 'arm-breaking and welding you to a table' thing. (but that's fairly easy to do, and easy to explain away) He probably would have cooked up some story about rescuing Donnie from X villain and then taking him home to treat his injuries. Maybe he would have still blamed the Foot, they were a convenient scapegoat.

No, he would not have his scars, those are there because Donnie basically degloved himself. It wasn't even a single injury, it was a thousand of little ones all stacked up on top of each other and then were prevented from healing because he kept reinjuring himself. If Draxum had been able to take them off within the day he would have had some marks and cuts, (Donnie had more strength to struggle at first, plus he was on painkillers while Draxum healed his arm so he might not have even realized he was hurting himself) but they would have been healed pretty easily. If Draxum wiped his memory of the previous day he might have said Donnie was out of it and thrashing around while Draxum was trying to treat him and needed to be restrained for his safety. (which happens-my mom tried to fight the dentist when she had to get a few teeth pulled)(she lost btw) He would have let Donnie tell his family that he was alright, if not where he was. Once he felt confident enough in Donnie's loyalty to allow him to communicate more regularly with his brothers and maybe even see them in person, he'd spin some story about only intending to treat Donnie's wounds and send him home once he was out of danger, but they got to talking and just struck up such an understanding or some bullshit like that. His original plan had a secondary goal of changing the minds of the other turtles, but that was more of a bonus thing. He only needed Donnie.

#the real answer is i didn't think about it that much when i wrote the first table arc chapters but here we are #doth asks #donatello #baron draxum

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