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mochinomnoms · 4 months

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Cling azul clingy azul clingy azul. Kisses for azulito. Azulito deserves many kisses

BESITOS! MUCHÍSIMOS BESITOS, MUCHÍSIMOS PARA EL AZULITO MI AZULITO AZULITO AZULITO AAAAAAAAAAAAAA BESITOS BESOSBESOSBESO!!!!!!!! EL MERECE MI AMOR, MI CARIÑO, MI TODO LOS BESOS NO SON SUFICIENTE—

*ahem*

If you're like me, and insist on showering Azulito (he begs that you don't call him that in front of others, especially the twins) with kisses and kisses galore, you better commit to it!!

You better let him cling to you as you cuddle and smooch in his large bed, he's exhausted after a long day's work. He needs this, he needs to wrap his arms (just the two never seems enough sometimes) around you as you lay on his chest with his weighted blanked on top of you both.

Complain that it's heavy, but he insists if he's to take you back home that you start becoming accustomed to the pressure of the ocean and his 8 tentacles around you. No, you are legally obligated to spend at least one hour with him every day after 5pm per your relationship contact.

(Note that, it's not an actual contract. He's made very few since Leona destroyed his collection, saving them for emergencies and things of personal importance. He has one waiting for you to sign in the future, glittering gold with the words ENGAGEMENT CONTRACT on the top.)

For now, though, he demands that you let him indulge in your affections, exclusive to him (and maybe Grim). Leave lipstick marks on him, one specifically on his collar, Why are you so surprised? It's so that he can brag about getting such a wonderful, beautiful, enchanting, loving partner. Azul's so surprisingly affectionate in public, an arm wrapped around your waist so that his hand rests on your hip, rubbing any exposed skin there. He's bringing you closer, preening when you place a hand on his chest for stability. That's right, he's YOUR stability in this crazy world. He's delighted that everyone else can mope and stomp around, jealous as you place another kiss on his cheek. All these single-fucks can seethe and cry about how he, the Azul Ashengrotto, can show off his pretty eye-candy of his arm with a self-satisfied smirk.

You're his partner, his beloved, his his his! You, to be frank, had the opportunity to choose celebrities, princes, heirs, future kings. You had the cream of the crop, really. But none of them met your standards, only him! He wins! Ha! Ha ha ha! Now, let's go back to the bedroom, he's in need of your sweet embrace and would like to make out with his partner! HIS!!!

Ha, ha, HA!

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul x reader #i blacked out for a hot sec and came back to this #mi azulitooooo #he's shy at first #the little tako coming in fear that its all an elaborate prank #but his ego is big enough that he's gonna get real into pda soon enough #you better pray that you don't bruise too easily cause he's gonna leave hickeys all over your neck and chest #that way everyone gawking at them will know that only he's allowed to do that so SUCK IT #plus you make cute sounds when he does so

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cmincorrrctquotes · 1 year

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Unsub: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Prentiss: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Spencer isn’t

#incorrect criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #unsub criminal minds #source: tumblr #no reid can def be a bitch #but hes hot so its ok #plus hes like #almost never in the wrong

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shower-phantom-ideas · 6 months

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Jazz becoming the next big Gothem villain is such a solid concept. Theres so much to explore.

She targets corrupt mental institutions. Corrupt companies who destroy their workers state of mind so they wont quit. She attacks landlords who make it impossible for people to live comfortably.

She is the staple anti-hero of anyone struggling to get back on their feet. People should have to work three jobs just to afford a crappy one bedroom, no utilities, half bath, in crime alley apartment, with a roommate.

Shelters should be aiming to gain a profit instead of using the donations to support others.

She is tired of these big name heros leaving children to clean up messes. She has watcher her own brother wither away to a shell of his former self trying to make a change and she is sick of it. Hell she herself is a child but if this is what it takes, then this is what it takes.

Enter from the left The Manipulator™️

Feared by all corrupt. People think she has mind control or something. When she targets someone they make almost a full 180 in their ways. “She will do anything to get her way or to make people into what she thinks they should be. And she mist be stopped” cries big business.

In reality she is the worlds best damn psychiatrist ever to be known. She doesn’t force anyone to change but gives them the choice to be better. To see how much more they can be. And it terrifies them. Helps them find themselves again and to move past their troubling pasts. No force and no mind control. No manipulating. No one but those who she has helped know the truth but when they tell the truth it only fuels the fire of her being controlling.

Theres one thing also fuelling the flames of mind control. Thats the fact that every single major hero to go after her can’t. Any who approach her find themselves no long near her. Superman just wants to talk, well she doesn’t, and he is then back in his city?!? Batman is stalking her to figure out how to deal with her but once he gets too close he suddenly finds himself in the batcave?

At first they think it’s teleportation but time is passing? Theres video feed and tracking of no they just went back themselves. No response from them the whole trip. As if possessed. (Lmao it’s just good brother danny pranking his sis a little by making her seem all powerful but also protecting her anyway he can. Or could be Dan instead)

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #jazz fenton #manipulator? I hardly know her hehehehehehe these jokes are peak for me atm #jazz snaps and does some changing of the world #vlad is funding her because hes scared of her #no good tags today boiz I gotta call my mom and the hot water is gonw #yes yes I know I know I said I hate my mother but I am a good boi and will bring her lunch today so she eats #plus my sistet never leaves the house so im offering to take her too so maybe she can get some sun light #oh I got a promotion at work too btw #not the one I wanted but meh it’s something right?#gonna be working mon-fri 10hour shifts so ill be a bit busy sorry #got a catboi danny post in the drafts for you later though so u wont starve I guess #who am I kidding plenty of dpxdc posters for yall I aint gotta be worried #oof that makes me sad kinda so im a dip

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evilmacdennisevil · 1 year

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dee is 100% the most psychotic member of the gang but y’all aren’t ready for that conversation

#case in point: rickety cricket #i’m just saying if anyone’s gonna be a serial killer it’s not gonna be dennis it’s gonna be dee #i mean she literally set her college roommate on FIRE #and was then institutionalised #and when she is confronted about this she is overcome with rage #plus she understands the implication IMMEDIATELY before dennis even explains it to her #and even has her own version of ‘the implication’ involving threatening to falsely accuse men if they don’t sleep with her #what makes her worse too is that she doesn’t even REALISE she’s unstable #she’s under the impression she’s the most normal member of the gang #in fact she’s convinced ben the solider is trying to D.E.N.N.I.S. her when in actuality she’s unconsciously D.E.N.N.I.S.-ing him #he’s so dependent on her that he’s willing to wait in a hot car for hours on end while she hangs out with the gang #i love her though and personally think she’s simply a silly billy #dee reynolds #iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 18 days

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I Do

TW: Blood, bruises, and some angst

Ya girl has some off-days from college, and she's decided to use em. Missed y'all < 3

The villain's gloved fingers drummed impatiently on the table, his dark shadow looming over the hero with a promise of danger.

"What's it going to be, Hero? I sell those codes to Supervillain? Or you comply with our little agreement?" His tone was perfectly calm, eerily so, his eyes impossible to read behind the domino mask, but he still emanated danger, his lips drawn together in a tight line.

It was cruel calling it 'their' agreement because the hero had no hand in this. The suggestion had left her more shocked than angry, still reeling from the villain's words.

"Marry me," he'd said in a commanding tone. Like any other choice would've been the wrong answer, tilting her chin upwards ever so subtly.

And the hero held his gaze, transfixed, gasping and laughing and hoping this was nothing but a fever dream.

"Wha-" the hero choked out incoherently.

The villain had let go of her face, his hands resting on the top of her chair. "I can repeat it as many times as you want me to," he stage-whispered against the shell of her ear, his tone gentle and dangerous all at once.

"But, I don't understand. What could you possibly gain from this of all things? You despise me, Villain." She truly couldn't process any of what she was told, the mere idea of being tethered so bindingly to her worst enemy leaving her mind an ineffective, nervous wreck.

The villain huffed out a rough laugh, very genuine and horribly cruel. "Oh, but I do despise you. Very much. I despise how defeated and humiliated you left me in front of half the city . Despised the fact that you got me locked up. Despised how for the very first time, I actually felt like I lost the game, and I'm a rather sore loser, you know." The villain's demeanour was eerily calm, his shoulders straight, his resting face showing nothing but a placid neutrality as he turned to stand in front of the hero, but it was arguably more terrifying, more unpredictable.

"I just want to see you as defeated as I've been, Hero. Bound so intimately to your worst enemy, your greatest nightmare. If you do this, it means admitting to me, and more importantly, to yourself, that the only option you have is bending to my whims," he crooned, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

The hero wanted to scream, to kick the villain in the teeth and watch the blood trickle down his lips and the bruising dye his skin a grotesque purple. She wanted to think of a clever solution that left the man's face contorted with a strange mix of hatred and respect, to blow his plan up in his face. Anything that would spare her this hell.

"Did I mention you have exactly five minutes to decide?" he piped up casually, examining his nails.

The hero swore and the villain let out a half-snicker. This was madness. A death sentence that would last for the rest of her life. And it didn't matter if she said no, if she undid whatever she could of the havoc those codes would wreak in Supervillain's hands. The conviction so heavily saturated in the villain's tone, the way his jaw clenched and his fists tightened was more than enough proof that he would spread more chaos, spark more fights, destroy an endless array of things and lives until she gave in to him.

The villain loved control like he loved the air he breathed, even more so, like a drug that left him intoxicated and lusting for more.

If she didn't listen, she was sending everyone she cared about, sending the city, the whole world if the villain had it his way, to hell.

The hero sucked in a measured breath, reading the contract word for word, from the title to the fine print, scouring it for a loophole she could use, for any more tricks up the villain's sleeve, just to find nothing. She tried to relax her tensed shoulders, her grip merciless on the pen in her erratically shaking hands, every curve and line of the letters of her name feeling like a blade was slicing through her heartstrings like how one would rip a stalk; slowly, unevenly, time seeming to slow down and the world seeming to freeze for a moment that felt like a thousand years and then some.

The villain didn't smile or laugh or let any display of emotion etch itself onto the harsh lines of his features. He nodded curtly instead, snatching the paper and folding it into a square and tucking it in a well-concealed pocket of his suit. "The cruelty only ends here," he attested, his voice tight and no longer playful, the way it was whenever he promised something.

The hero nodded, swallowing the humiliation at the back of her throat, even though she wasn't inclined to believe him.

"There's a ceremony. Nothing very insane, just you, me and an officiator. This is just a contract, not a marriage certificate, even if we both know which one of those is more binding. You'll show up today, if you know what's good for you, heroine."

The hero wasn't sure when she was up on her feet and slapping the villain harshly across the face, blood spurting from his mouth and staining his perfectly straight teeth, as he only grit them into a manic grin, shaking with a hoarse cackle as he wiped the blood of his face "Is that how you treat your husband, my dear? Do they forget to teach you manners at the hero agency?"

The hero was too dazed with rage to speak, trying to mar the villain's visage with another rough blow to it, until he caught her hand with an iron fist. "I said I'd never hurt you for nothing, but not that I'd let you do to me what you please without consequence. So play nice, darling." The villain let go of her arm slowly, the bruises he left in his wake more than enough of a warning.

The second he left, the hero didn't cry as she thought she would, she didn't scream, she didn't destroy everything around her or rip through her hair. Instead, she slid down against the wall, expressionless but breathing hard, her lungs hungry for air that seemed so unfairly little, her heart playing songs of anxiety and fury and sorrow every horrible emotion she'd ever known.

She was marrying the villain. Marrying the villain, and she couldn't do a thing about it. Marrying him and no one would come to save her.

Sometimes being a hero means saving the whole world except yourself.

✨️Timeskip✨️

Sure enough, the villain was there in a tailored suit, in front of his house her new prison, where he'd told her to show up, the officiator standing with a solemn expression on his face.

The villain wasn't supposed to be handsome, the dark brown hair she was normally used to seeing messy and caked with blood slightly damp with gel and mostly hanging in loose, luscious waves, his eyes a dazzling green-blue, long, dark lashes framing them in a way that put the best kinds of kohl to shame and his cheekbones sharp and high-set, the split on his lip hardly distracting from the rest of his appearance. It was so unbelievably stupid, so inconsequential, and yet the hero hated him even more for his tantalisingly beautiful features, for the way his grin would've fooled her into thinking he truly was in love, if she didn't notice how it didn't reach up to his eyes.

The hero hadn't paid any mind to whatever the officiator had said until it was her turn to say 'I do', flashing the villain a terribly fake smile that wasn't half as charming as his, but it would have to do as she slid a simple platinum ring on his finger, and he slid a diamond ring onto hers.

"Let's go," the villain said when they were finally done, gently taking the hero's gloved hand in his and leading her up the stairs and into the mansion.

The heroine was not one to admit defeat and snap in half in the fashion that a twig would. Many a battle would need to be lost for a victory in the war, many a sacrifice would have to be made for a greater reward. She would take the pain like stone would take a blunt pickaxe, just to twist a knife in the villain's chest when he least expected. Because history forgets everyone but those who laugh the last.

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 5 months

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Stimulation

In which you, dear reader, discover a certain wizard gets turned on seeing you fight. NSFW.

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being by your side.” Gale smiles warmly at you after you, Shadowheart, Astarion, him, and the Harpers you came across fought beings warped by the Shadow Curse. He becomes nervous in an instant. “I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for…other forms of stimulation.”

You blink. Is he…he surely can’t be suggesting…

“Have you ever read anything on the subject?”

Have I…WHAT?! No, he…oh my gods, is he turned on by me fighting?!?!?

Your brow furrows. “What are you saying exactly?”

“Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light as this place produces.” He is turned on by me fighting. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.” OH MY GODS?!?!? He winces and then shrugs. “Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

You blink a few more times, trying to process what he said.

“Erm, we should be going, no?” Astarion coughs under his breath. “To the safe haven the Harpers told us about?”

You nod, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Yes, of course. Let’s go.”

***

Several hours later, and you still cannot believe the conversation you and Gale had. As you lay on your bedroll, you stare up at the canvas of your tent. He actually finds me attractive when fighting? When I’m sweating and gross and—

Then again…

You think about how every time he casts Mage Armor on himself you get a little jolt of pleasure. His voice is so sexy. He could read me a census, and I’d melt. The thought of him summoning fire, lightning, and ice makes you feel like all those elements are in your veins. He said his power’s been diminished because of the orb, but gods, he’s magnificent and talented and handsome and kind and funny and—

“Hello?”

You see Gale’s silhouette against the side of your tent and inwardly panic. Shit. Fuck. I’m thinking about how hot and bothered he makes me and he’s HERE?!?!? “Hi Gale.”

“Do you mind if I come in? If you’re too busy or tired, then I can—”

“No, come in!” Don’t say come!!!!! Don’t torture yourself!!! You try to sneakily adjust your top (the girls must look good) before he enters, a large smile on his face.

“Forgive me, I know the hour is late, but after our…conversation earlier, I wanted to see you.” He sits beside you on your bedroll, hands folded in his lap. “If I made you at all uncomfortable, then I do apologize. It wasn’t my intent to embarrass you or—”

Shut up.

You suddenly take his perfect face in your hands and kiss him soundly. Gale hums softly, deepening the kiss. After a few moments, you break off and your forehead rests against his. “Not uncomfortable at all. Just unexpected.”

“Why unexpected, my dear? I thought I was fairly obvious with my intentions the night of the celebration. I clearly wanted to do more than simply chat with you.” Gale explains. “Gods, I wanted to sit with you under the stars and kiss you just like this,” he whispers and pulls you for another kiss. This one is slower but no less passionate. He shifts slightly to easily wrap an arm around your ample waist. His other hand caresses your cheek gently. I could melt into him right now. Let him envelope me. “And tell you that I love you most ardently.”

Heat builds inside you as you kiss and suddenly appears on your face when he confesses his feelings. You look into those soulful brown eyes and cannot stop grinning. “I love you too, Gale.” After a quick kiss, you bury your face in your hands. “That night I thought you were letting me down in the nicest possible way.” Because I’m not a goddess.

Gale blinks. “By Elminster’s beard, no! I wanted to experience the Weave with you again. Far more intimately. We could…” His hand on your waist gives you a squeeze. “Do that tonight, if you wish.” He looks at you expectantly, while you feel as if your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

Magic sex? Nah.

Reminding him of the pleasures of the flesh now that the orb won’t go off if he comes? Absolutely.

“Another night. What was it you said earlier?” You tease, shifting so that your legs go over his lap, your lips inches from his. Oh. Oh wow. He is very hard. How long has he been like this?! “Seeing me fight…stimulates you?” You kiss him and then trace the purple lines under his eye. The orb? Must be. “Tell me about it, love.”

He swallows, his apple of throat bobbing. “I, well, you see when you’re casting spells, sweat dripping down your brow as fire explodes from your hands, when you use your quarterstaff to crack a skull, gods you’re so beautiful. I mean, that’s not to say you aren’t normally, darling!” He grins sheepishly. “You are stunning. You take my breath away each time I see you.” He cradles your cheek in his hand, and he kisses you again. You can feel his thumb rubbing gently against the corner of your mouth. A part of you wants to shove him down and ride him until dawn, but before you have a chance to act, he ends the kiss and stares into your eyes like I’m the only person alive. Gods, I love you. “I must ask something of you, my beauty. Please, let us wait. I want our first night together to be perfect and not so rushed after a long day. I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirks. “I swear, my love.”

You raise a teasing eyebrow. “Is that so, Mr. of Waterdeep? Then you’ll simply leave me wanting tonight?” Of course, he won’t. He’s so giving and generous and amazing and funny and—

“I will never leave you wanting. Allow me,” he conjures perfectly soft pillows under your head with the snap of his fingers. His brown eyes are full of excitement as he reaches for your thick thighs, running his hands up and down them. “May I remove this offending garment and possibly one more under it?”

Your cheeks burn and heat pools in your belly. “Gods, yes. Please.” You pant, lifting your hips slightly as his long, elegant fingers far too slowly pull down your leggings and underwear. Now, with your lower half bared to him, you feel a little self-conscious. “I, um, don’t shave down there, sorry.”

Gale shakes his head, his soulful eyes twinkling. “What luck, my love! I happen to adore that. If you could spread those beautiful legs for me…that’s it. There’s a good girl.” You dutifully do as you were told, the heat in your belly becoming quickly unbearable. He must have noticed because he smirks. “Do you like that? Being called a good girl?”

If I scream, “Fuck yes, don’t stop” does that count as an answer? You nod slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Yes. Please, keep going, Gale.” He hums to himself as settles between your legs, on his knees. He complains about his knees frequently, but I suppose it’s fine for…whatever sexy thing he’s going to do. With one hand resting on a thigh (gods, he has such beautiful hands), the other dances towards the apex of your thighs. You let out a small whine as he rubs your clit.

“Sing for me, my beauty. Let me hear you.” You feel a finger tease your opening, once again making you whine. “So very wet, dearest. Is this all for me?”

You moan, nodding slightly. “I-I fantasize…a lot…ah, about you…” Morning, noon, and night. Only you. Want you.

He hums softly, a long, elegant finger now curling inside you. “Truly, my dear? Please tell me what antics I’m up to in your fantasies. Am I doing this?” He sticks a second finger inside, and you are already starting to see stars. “Or perhaps this?” With a frankly delicious smirk, he removes his fingers and dives headfirst into your curls.

Too much. Not enough. Want more. Want him. Always him. “Yes, gods yes. And fucking me senseless…in every room…of your tower…”

His parasite connects with yours.

In every room in every possible position, my love. I can see it now---you bent over the desk in my study as I fill you until you’re positively bursting with my seed. What a beautiful image…perfect in every way…like you…

“Gale…love…please…so close…” You moan, grabbing his brown hair and tugging slightly. “Shit sorry!”

No, my sweet. Pull as much as you desire. It only drives me madder for you.

When the bowstring within you snaps, you see not simply stars but entire universes forming. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. Ever. As you pant and gasp from the aftershocks, you can feel Gale’s beard tickling your thighs.

You’re very welcome, my dearest lady.

Your eyes widen. “So, uh…you heard that, huh?”

He chuckles, finally raising his head. His beard is soaked with your juices, and he grabs a cloth to wipe it. “I did! Unexpected but extremely pleasurable. To know that I have that effect on you makes me feel like the most fortunate man in realms. I’ll not lie---one of my fantasies is devour you while these beauties,” he ran his hands up and down your thick, soft thighs. “Make the most valiant attempt to squeeze my head.” He wiggles his thick eyebrows, making you giggle softly. “While a few mage hands see to any other needs you have. I told you I’ll never leave you wanting, and I mean it.”

“But Gale,” your eyes travel to the significantly large tent in his trousers. “What about you, love?” I can’t leave him like THAT.

To your surprise, he shook his head, smiling warmly at you. “I’ll be fine, darling. You needn’t worry. Now, we’ve had a long day, and you need your rest.” He takes one your hands and gently presses a kiss to your knuckles.

Oh, fuck that. “I’d rest better if you stay. Please.” You say as your mouth forms what Mum calls “the pretty please” face.

His features softened more than they already were. Works every time! “Of course, my dear.” You and Gale settle onto your bedroll, barely fitting the two of you. He is spooning you from behind, his hands settling on your belly. “Do you know what I love about fantasies?” He whispers, a hand going under your shirt. Shaking your head, you wait for him to answer. “The only limit is our imaginations. I cannot wait to discover what we can create together, my beauty. But I do know this,” he presses a kiss to your neck. “It will be magnificent.”

You hum softly, your eyes growing heavier by the second. “And discover the effects of certain stimuli on such things, love.” You tease as you drift off to sleep.

When you wake the next morning, you find yourself alone. He must be making breakfast for everyone. As you sit up, you see a note where Gale was laying the night before. A mischievous grin appears on your face while you read its contents.

My darling,

I very much look forward to our further experiments regarding the effects of specific battle-related stimuli on my desire and hopefully, yours as well.

All my love and devotion,

Gale

#plus size tav #plus size reader #gale x plus size reader #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #bg3 smut #you all know what scene i'm talking about here lol #tav is covered in blood and guts and he's like “so hot uwu”

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