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[eccentricallygothic]

|| Wrong Turn ||

Pairing: Mountain Man Silver Fox Nomad!Steve Rogers | You. 

Trope: Neat and clean ‘civilized’ Princess-like young trophy wife X Filthy beast of a wild and scary man who only got her because he has the power. 

Description: In a desperate attempt to save your life from the wrath of the mountain people that your friends and you stumbled upon and accidentally killed on a hike gone wrong, you had to offer yourself up to their Leader to use as a ‘resource’. But little did your ‘husband’ know, you had been actively getting rid of his seed to avoid actually getting pregnant. Naturally, when he does find out, he is very unhappy… And also very determined to make sure you don't make it out of your punishment without a child, or two.

Warning(s): Dubcon, barbaric!Steve, breeding kink (gone wild), unprotected p-in-v, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, he has a wife bod kink (but it is inclusive), misogyny, smut with perhaps too much plot, fear kink, size kink, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, hair pulling, spanking, biting, allusions to painal and Steve being a teasing sicko about it but he doesn't actually penetrate, overstimulation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, boob play, squirting, Lloyd makes an appearance with his own young bride, dacryphilia (it's me), self degradation, Stevie is a perverted old meanie, infantilization, mind break.

Disclaimer: Very loosely based off of the movie that I do not own. You don't need to know it to read this piece but do note that it takes place in a fictional setting. Minors do not interact. 

Inspo-ish: This post.

Note: For someone who was on their period, I should not have been this horny. But I need this marriage, now. Ps, though this rotted in my drafts for a long time… in honor of Chris growing out his beard again, ig.

MASTERLIST

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You have no idea how long it has been since that fateful twilight when everything changed in your life, leaving you to a lifestyle you could never have even imagined for yourself.  

“Eat up, woman” but as your barbarian of a husband commands you in his rough and animalistically deep voice, you cannot help but break out of your reverie and shudder at the sight of the barely cooked meat piled high on the platter in front of the two of you. “So you can bear me healthy children” although you're the one who was made to prepare his beastly dinner -that never fails to leave you aghast when it's gorged down- as you're his wife, you cannot help but gag under your breath and feel disgust for the loaves that sit before you in the company of a tall stone carved jug that brims full of the foul smelling mead that your husband is ardently fond of. 

You muster up your best coy smile. Keeping up the appearance of a happily mated pair is important. Or people stare. And then the old man becomes unpleasant. “I had quite a lot while I was cooking, dear” your lies sting your tongue out of the fear you feel of getting caught, but the mere hope of not doing so is better than eating this. “Y- You go ahead” you slowly turn in his muscle hardened lap, that you are always to sit on, to give him a small smile but your expression almost transforms into one of horror because of how wildly your heart jumps at the sight of his stern, predator-like face. You are quick to recover though, as it is a usual occurrence. 

“You need it. You work so hard—” there is just something about his rough looks that never fails to send a chill down your spine. You have never seen anything, let alone an actual human man like him before. 

A beard as thick as the very forest his people populate and as dark as the nights can get here in the absence of lanterns due to the heavy trees, age that streaks some of his gold locks with its silver has not marred the sternness of his jaw that remains firmly set under the heavy mane of his facial hair. His shoulders seem akin to the mountains that surround his village and his piercing dark eyes the mysterious waterfall that flows some way down south from the entrance of the settlement. The frightening mass of his shoulders is so toned that if the barely noticeable wrinkles that sometimes appear under the dark of his eyebrows and next to the crow-feather like lashes that frame his eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a man in his primeful late twenties and no older. His unrelenting strength and wolfish stamina would only further serve to bear testament to the misconception. 

Your strict husband bluntly catches your shaky hand that you extend in his direction to feed him some of the meat, the force that he uses coupled with the coarseness of his skin making you jump. You bite back a yelp and whimper when you look up at his dark blue eyes from where you were watching his bearded mouth to carefully place the food in.

“I don't care” Steve does not care much for being polite -unless it is you who disregards it in your behavior-, especially when it comes to you denying or diverting his ‘care’ for you. “You eat more” you bite back the scowl that threatens to break onto your face from how he turns your hand around in your direction instead. “Wives always need to eat more. They do so much at home for husband and children” he probably feels proud of these ‘values’ that have been transmitted to him by his elders. But all they make you want to do is to crack him across the jaw for being a misogynistic and backward shithead. Especially with you. 

Your ‘husband’ believes that everyone has a role to play; a contribution to make to their people and home. That is how this archaic village of theirs has survived in these mountains hidden away from the rest of the world for so long. 

The greasy piece of a disturbing excuse of a rare steak touches your lips and you've been here long enough to know better than to argue or worse yet, fight. So you smile and lean into his arm that cases your form against his through the embrace he holds you in from behind, his fingers playing with one of the many flowered braids your attending ladies had put in your hair a bit before his arrival at ‘home’. 

“O- Of course” you reluctantly open your open and grip your flowy dressing gown for a semblance of support for your sanity, taking the smallest bite you can -which is still a lot as the man pushes nearly the whole piece into your mouth the moment you open up- as you keep your eyes trained on his to avoid looking down. Your mind always becomes more aware of the taste when you look. “Thank you, dear” you focus on swallowing it without gagging and feel your smile split in places because of how uncomfortable you are.

He probably notices it because he slightly raises one eyebrow and snorts before hugging your smaller form -that is tiny compared to his- closer and puts the rest of the piece in his own mouth. If there is one thing you have learnt in your time with him, it's that you can never fool him. Not really. No matter how well you may think you have lied or pretended, he always sees through it. 

Sometimes you suspect he even enjoys it.

Steve finally begins to eat himself, silently offering you another piece that you politely reject by shaking your head and then quickly pressing an apologetic kiss to his scruffy cheek to lighten the blow. Apparently, a wife can never be polite enough to her husband. And though the change in his expression begins with an unhappy frown, your show of ‘affection’ seems to suffice him and he relaxes in satisfaction, now looking down the long table and at his clansmen and maidens that sit enjoying their dinner, their chatter and laughter a dull roar in the large eating hall of the Leader's dwelling. You pick up the heavy jug of mead with both your hands and obediently hold it to his lips to sip from. Steve looks away from what one of his main men are saying and gulps down a mouthful, rubbing your back as a gesture for thanks before moving his hand quickly down to squeeze your ass to heighten the effect of his expression of gratitude. 

His form shakes in mirth when you yelp and blush. He knows how embarrassing you find being openly ‘affectionate’ in front of people and that is one of the reasons why he enjoys it so much besides showing off that a thing of such beauty and youth like you is all his. You rest the jug between your boobs that he has fucked and squeezed into increasing in size and use your other hand to gently finger and stroke his golden locks that he keeps pushed away from his face outside the bedroom. Though he says nothing, you feel his usually vigilant and always firm stature slowly soften and you cannot help but smile, though what he says next quickly deflates it.

“Do you feel any change in you, wife?” You know what it means and now it's you who becomes tense. He only uses that name for you when he speaks to you as a husband inquiring about your marital matters. “Has my seed attached to your womb yet? Does it grow there?” You gulp and feign shyness, moving closer to his hair and nuzzling yourself in him. “Hm?” He closes his hugging arm around you and reaches for your stomach, fingers groping your covered skin as gently as he can -which isn't much- to feel it. “Answer me” he demands when you refuse to speak. 

“I… I don't know, husband” you always promise yourself that you'll demand more rights for yourself; ask him to treat you like the other husbands treat their wives, only to fail the minute he enters your vicinity. 

“What does that mean?” His tone turns blunt and you whimper at the tightness that snaps back in place between his shoulders. 

You get it.

That was the deal, after all. 

Healthy children in exchange for your life that was required by their judicial laws for bearing false witness to your friend accidentally killing one of their people in mistaken defense. Steve had promised you before accepting you as a citizen that if you failed to fulfill your task you'd walk the darkness in the dungeons. He had shown you how it would be before declaring you a member of their tribe and the sight you had seen was something that had given you nightmares for days. 

But that did not mean you actually wanted to have your old captor's children.

You doubted it would ever be something you'd look forward to.

“I- I mean” regret shoots up your spine in the form of fear and you lose your speech to it momentarily. But then two of your main attending ladies -by that you mean Steve's top agents when it comes to you- enter the horizon of your sight and you hurriedly blubber out the first thing that comes to your mind. “I've n- never been pregnant before, s-o I d- don't know how to…” Your husband turns to look at you, his handsome features twisting into a rogue scowl but before he can scold you, one of the two ladies, Kaira, speaks in their language to Steve. 

Not everyone here can speak English and those who do speak it do so a rather odd version of it. Naturally, you don't speak their language and so they give you the full experience of an outsider when they need to discuss the business they want to keep private from you. The thought makes you want to laugh, like you'd be able to do something with whatever informations they withhold.

But it doesn't really bother you, because you don't care.

You've also learnt that ignorance is bliss here. 

Especially for someone like you.

Better to be the doe eyed trophy wife of an angel who can't tell her head from her ass.

“Is that so?” Your heart jumps when Steve chooses to speak English. That means that this definitely concerns you. You place the mead down and wrap one arm around his broad shoulders before nervously combing his thick beard with your other hand. Since you have no interest in or desire to learn their language, the only word you manage to pick up on when you focus really hard is ‘baby’ and that is solely because of the annoying amount of times it comes up for you. 

“Is not this strange?” He speaks once the women step back after finally ending the nerve wracking conversation that seems to go on forever. “Do you hear what they say about you, little one?” Fuck, you're definitely in trouble. 

He is reminding you of your place. 

You put on your best charming smile but you're painfully aware that your nervousness gives it away. You can feel it. “W- What do they say, dear?” They were such bitches. They knew how to speak English, that's why they were your attendants, but yet they chose not to. And now they were glaring at you like you weren't above them— oh no, not these thoughts again. You will never become like them! No, no! 

Steve pushes his plate away now. Your head spins from the realization. It's only half finished. Your husband never wastes his food. It is a near sin for them to do so. “They tell me the most odd things” oh just fucking tell me! You mentally scream but outwardly tilt your head to the side in confusion, your chest vibrating with the rising beats of your heart. “And now that I think about it myself…” His fingers wrap around the mead before he raises it to his lips. “I see the—”

“What did they say, Steve?” Your mouth works faster than your better sense and he pauses mid sip, dark blue eyes flickering up from the stone jug to look at you. Your face flushes a noticeable hot and your ears get sweaty from the awareness. 

Fuck. 

“They say you've been getting rid of my seed” he feels played and thus angry at the both of you. Perhaps more so towards himself than you; his silly little child-wife. How could he let a thing as tender and small as you fool him so? “... Do you?” It is obvious you are guilty. Besides, he is confident that his people would never lie to him unlike one young and beautiful girl that he had found kneeling in front of him in his court while bawling her eyes out one fateful night, fear stricken as his people surrounded him like a doe trapped. 

And of course, your expressions and reactions don't help your case, as always. “W- What? No…” Your mind becomes erratic.

“No?” He himself knows not what kind of a chance he offers you with that. But typical to your nature, you make it easy for him by refusing it.

“N- No! Of course not! W- Why would I ever do such a thing to m- my husb- hubby and my b- babies?!” Steve has to clench down his scoff. 

“You wouldn't, would you?” Your naivete never fails to amuse him.

“No! I- I don't know why they accuse me so—” you mend your speech from the archaic form that tries to leech to it everyday. “I don't know why they would accuse me of that but they must be mistaken! This is a misunderstanding!” 

He hums. “I see…” His scarred fingers begin to toy with your braids again. “So you remain devoted to me and faithful to our family, don't you?”

“Of course!” You nuzzle closer to him, your heart thundering into his chest. “I don't know why they still treat me like an outsider” you purr as you nervously stroke his hair, playing a card of your own and making an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. “I try my best… like I promised.” 

“Yes, your promise” his distant eyes -they get like that when you disappoint him and you hate the sight because it never fares well for you- travel down to your empty stomach. His gaze makes it wrench. Your fear skyrockets at the same rate as your anger. If only there was a way for you to get back at those bitches without having to give birth!

“I- It takes time sometimes, dear…” You hug his shoulders with one arm. “But it will happen. I know it…” Your other hand reaches for his fingers that rest on your abdomen now. 

“Oh?” Steve raises one dark eyebrow at you. His hair is the most fascinating combination of blonde and dark brown. “Is that what your modern day sciences say?” His people were not always like this, he had told you. They did not originate from here. Rather, some families had abandoned ‘civilization’ when it was going to hell -in his words- by killing each other for meaningless constructs such as caste, creed and color differences and migrated up here to establish a system of their own; one free from such nonsense. 

Apparently.

You take a deep breath. “Stevie—” you only call him that when you find yourself dangerously close to the dungeons.

“If that is what you believe in, wife,” he never cuts you off. Usually, that is. His age that streaks his blonde strands with its silver ones has granted him enough patience. Normally, he waits for the other person -who is most often you- to mess up themselves. But whatever the ladies have told him seems to agitate him into rebelling against his own nature today. “I'll do it your way. After all, happy wife happy life, is that not what you tell me often?” Okay, you might have said that during a particularly cocky moment in bed once. 

But the intention behind that had not been nearly whatever he is moving towards now. 

“Y- You don't have to, l- love…” You nervously giggle. “You're perfect the way you are” you run your nails that he insists you keep trimmed for hygienic -as if- and practical purposes through his silver-blonde hair.

“Oh no…” Now he pushes his food farther away. “I will indulge you, little one” he moves your other leg over his laps so now you face the people down the table with both of your legs on either sides of his, ass to his… fuck. “Time conspires against us, and so we must make haste.”

Your eyes widen and your heart leaps up in your throat. “M- My love?!” 

Steve moves your flowy gown out of his way, keeping a firm hold on one of your thighs even though he doesn't really have to. Your fear of him would never let you attempt an escape. “Yes, my stars” the name is so full of sarcasm it nearly pierces you open. “Let us leave time to its devices, and us ours” your husband is usually a very possessive and private man when it comes to you, but his ire seems to get the better of him today. You hear the buckle of his own clothes come undone. The table goes silent and heads turn in your direction once they realize what's going on. Oh no… Your stomach drops. Not in front of everyone. Not when Steve makes you so vulnerable in that condition. Not in front of these lowlifes!

“Husb—” blood bubbles hot under your cheeks as you feel him align himself against you. 

Holy shit.

You feel one of his coarse hands wrap around your throat and he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. “You will contribute, my stubborn little wife,” you whimper from the menace his words hold, your well trained cunt obediently squelching open against his thick hard tip as he lowers you on his cock with the hold he has on your thigh. “Whether you like it, or not” sometimes, deep down, you fear that the dungeons are not an option anymore. 

He keeps you in the horizons of his sight too much for them to be. 

It appears as though the sentence has changed. 

It is now Steve, or Steve.

You cry out from the strain his log-like girth puts on the narrow band of your entrance. God. You will never get used to his size regardless of how many times and ways he tames your pussy in. Yes, it does not refuse him or rip around him now as it used to in the beginning -and it did that for a long time- but the size to which his cock makes it expand is like a mini-birth. Feels like it, looks like it. Only, it feels way too good. And that's why you don't mind it—

No. You don't know what that was or meant. But you don't take responsibility for that thought!

“Oh!” The balmy velvet of your cavern grazes down the bulging veins and hard skin of the brute's cock until your petals squish against his heavy and very eager balls. Your head spins when you feel his tip tickle your cervix. It never takes his dick long to find it.  

His hands are pushing you back up almost instantly so he can slide you back down. You look anywhere but at the tens of faces in front of you, instead choosing to look at the wall on the opposite side of the table. You never thought these people were capable of being this quiet until now when your pussy makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Steve tugs you back to his leaking tip and then allows gravity to suck you back down. You desperately bite your lips and try to focus on ignoring the way your insides are beginning to thrum with the excitement and stimulation; to show these brutes that you're better than them and aren't some animal of nature. But to no avail. His slimy precum mixes too well with yours, the rough skin of his hands digs into your thighs too well and the manner in which your petals rub against his cock when he lifts you yet again -now forming a momentum- before letting you slide in again is too much for you mask with nonchalance. 

Indifference has never been among your strong suits.

“Tell me, my pretty” Steve begins again, his dark eyes now finding the young and hormonal pack of unsuspecting boys who clearly do not know better. “Have you ever had a cock like mine?” He says it in their own language so the foolish miscreants see, understand and learn the fact that you’re only his. You belong to him and he will go to war for you, not that a pack of rug rats will ever be a cause of worry for him. “Has anyone ever fucked you as good as I do?” He switches back to the language you understand, roughly fumbling for your jaw before he grabs it and bounces his hips into yours at the same time. 

Your traitorous legs have begun to do what they always do; fuck yourself against him -if he hasn’t bound you, which he hasn’t- in whatever position he has you. You only realize that your breathing has become heavier when you open your mouth to answer. “Only you, my husband! Only you!” Your brain is running too fast for reason or reflection to catch up so you leave wondering why you answer him with the only words he has been able to teach you in his language to later. Your words are muffled as his fingers that grip the lower half of your face nearly slip in your mouth from the disordered urgency of the both of your actions. 

“That's right” your mouth falls open and you begin to softly pant in that animalistic way that you detest when he makes you watch yourself in a mirror while fucking you sometimes. In your defense, it is always unintentional on your part; you barely even notice it while taking his fucking. And yet, it is inevitable due to the force he does it with. “Look at you; dutifully fucking yourself up and down your husband's cock like a bitch in heat” a twinge forms in your knuckles from how your fingers hold the edges of the table to aid the gliding of your fuck hole that now slams up and down his cock in a rhythm you're all too familiar with, the smacks of your bare ass slapping against his naked abdomen making appalling noises that you're too worked up to dread over right now. “And you're a bitch in heat for me, aren't you?” His fingers move down from your jaw to your throat. “Wanting to be bred over and over again until you're so full of my children that your little belly is round and heavy to the brim, hm?” In these moments, you tell him anything and everything that he wants to hear.

Steve knows it all too well.

And he loves it.

“Yes!” Your voice disappears midway from how he squeezes your windpipe. His hips meet yours midway now, the wetness of your cunt and the force of his thrusts causing for his balls to try and push past the tight boundary of your sexual cavern. “Yes! Yes! I am! Please!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his free hand finds your petals to play with. “Ohhh!”

“You want to be bred, don't you?” He rubs your drenched pussy lips while his hard cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. “Want to contribute…?” He chokes you once more and this time his fingers pinch one of your pussy lips punishingly at the same time and you cry out. “Provide your husband with a house full of heirs?” The oxygen in your mind depletes and your eyes flutter as a result, cheeks turning red and nerves becoming prominent on your glistening temples. Your horny yet defensive pussy finally relaxes around him a bit so it doesn't hurt his dick and he savours the moment by holding you by the curve between your legs and fucking into your form that gets limp by the moment to push you towards your first orgasm. 

It always gets better after that. 

For him, at least. 

You don't choke him out so much then.

“Y- Yes!” When Steve finally lets go of your throat to let you breathe, you blubber out an an answer obediently once the light returns to your eyes. Your walls stiffen around him once more. But by then he has already worked himself closer to your womb. “Yes! Yes!” It is all your mind can muster.

“Good” he makes a point of taking both of your boobs in his hands and thoroughly massaging them to show off his ownership over you. “Now ask me to breed you” the fence of heat that has formed around your loins becomes tighter when his hands that previously fondled your clothed breasts slip under your gown -for Steve is too possessive to actually expose you to the eyes of others- and he softly rubs your tense sides a couple times before his fingers form pinches around your hard nubs. 

“Please breed me!” Your voice is so loud and strained that its quality is nearly blood curdling. “Please breed me and s- stuff me full your children!” Your hands fly to grip his from over the dress as you throw your head back and slip from the edge of your anticipation, parrotting all the words he has taught you over the course of your marriage. “Oh GOD! Please!” Your back arches from the coming undone of the hot belt of expectation and scorching gratification spills from it, seeping down your legs in the form of a nearly unbearable electric feeling that transforms into a subzero energy when it reaches your toes that curl, causing them to feel as though they are freezing. “I need your b- babies so bad, hubby!” 

Steve's own ears blush from the heat that courses through them in the form of adrenaline as he snorts, some of his blonde strands coming loose from the push and tug that he plays with your cunt. “Tell them” his balls ache from the strength it takes him not to fill you up right then. “Tell everyone that you want me to fill you up with my babies” since your sensitive body tries to curl and move away from the overstimulation, the older man wraps both of his hands around your thighs to keep you going. “Say it!” And he makes you say the words that he desires in the language of your spectators that look embarrassed for the first time since you got here. 

Save for your husband's best men who look equal parts aroused and proud. 

You want to cringe and be disgusted but your sensitive pussy is being pounded too hard for you to attempt a conjuring up of any dignity. 

“Need hubby babies bad!” You cry out again from memory when Steve's thick seed begins to fill you up at last. “Oh, my God!” The feeling of his hot cum filling you up and painting every inch of your sensitive walls penetrates your already hazy mind and the warmth that steams out of the pearly liquid steams its way up to your womb, making you shudder at the feeling. Your opening tightens around him in protest of the overstimulation and it instead causes for a barrage of bitter-sweet electric sparks to explode through your abdomen in the form of a half post-climax orgasm. Your body grows tired.

But your insatiable is far from done.

“Flattering, but no” Steve pushes you against the table before standing up when he is done fucking his orgasm as deep as he can reach into you. “The father of your children will suffice” your eyebrows furrow at his words but the older man does not give you a chance to ponder over them because now he is hooking his hands under your thighs that your rapid and messy fucking has covered in both of your juices. 

“W- What?!” Your vision is hazy and your mind dazed as you incoherently tap about. “What's— oh!” You wince from how much easier it is for him to move inside your worked open and much lubricated but torturously overstimulated walls now. “Oh! Oh…” Your hands blindly feel behind you to try and get him to stop. “Oh, no! No, please!” You cry out weakly, your upper body hanging low in the opposite direction from the exhaustion. 

“No?” The older man darkly chuckles, paying no mind to your flailing. “You think you can say that to me?” One of his hands desert their post on your thighs to roughly grab at your hair. He hasn't forgotten what started all this. “You think you have the same rights as everyone else around here, wife?”

But you're scowling from the burning pain in your walls, mind hazy and unwise. “Stop! Stop!” Your puffy folds ache from how his stiff skin rubs against them as he moves in and out of you at a normal pace… for now. “It hurts, stop!” 

“That is the part and parcel of having children” your body curves outwards as he pulls you further back and closer to himself by your hair. “And is that not why you're here?” His cocky tone along with the hungry and wondering eyes of the wildlings make you angry. “What you were spared for in the first place?” A twinkle in the eye of a man pisses you off and…

“It hurts, you old bastard!” Your young blood gets the better of you and your mouth runs before sense can catch up. “Stop, stop, stop it!” Since your hair holds you closer to him you manage to land a few smacks to his rock hard arms before you try to snake your fingers under his to pry off the hand that he coils around your thigh in a weak attempt to move away. 

Steve only chuckles, clearly unfazed by your fighting as he bounces your smaller form up in the air with each thrust. “Did your mother not teach you anything, wife?” He lets go of your hair only to restrain both your arms on the small of your back. “Good girls never tell their husbands no” your body flops forward again and you've no choice but to face the long table full of people. “They lay down pretty with their legs spread and let their husbands fill them with their children and then they express their gratitude for being granted a family.” Though your mind is confused and rather disoriented from the influx of sensation, you can make out new additions to the crowd of your humiliation from the corners of your vision. 

“Ugh!” You grunt from the rapid jabs he gives to your sore pussy, his firm hold nearly searing into your wrists. “I don't wanna have your stupid blonde babies!” Steve breathlessly lets out a real laugh at that. “Let go!” 

“There” he can swear he will never tired of you breaking the little character of the obedient wife that you so naively think you have mastered only to break it when he has you all riled up like this. “Right there, easy now” his other hand leaves your lap and he pushes your head down and against the table in the most condescending manner imaginable. Steve has got you to expose yourself for the brat you are, no need for play anymore. “Now I make a bunny out of you” his dark eyes now meet with those of the boys sitting at the other end of the table and his use of their language is a silent message. The Leader knows how his wife is desired. And he doesn't appreciate it in the least. The young males all panic and look away, gulping to themselves and praying for their lives. 

You try to struggle again, your lip curling in disdain and protest as you feel him fuck his cum right up your cervix. The bitter pleasure you get from it makes your head spin and your fingers and toes flex defensively. “Ooof!” Your cheek rubs against the table and you puff out your face to express how tense you feel down there. 

“Brat” Steve shakes in silent mirth as he reaches for your ass with the hand that he was holding your face down with. “Don't you move a muscle.” You're too busy rocking over the table and being held down to try. 

“Hubby, please!” You whine when one of his veins twitch deep up your walls and your knees shiver from the sensation. “Please!” Maybe if his cock wasn't so comically huge, it would have been easier to move past the rough friction of your raw, orgasm worn skins. But it is and so you are ready to abandon the dam that begins to form in your abdomen again if it means to avoid this pain. “Owwwiee!”

“Aw” Steve cooes as he now moves to a pace that falters your vision and causes for the great table to shake with each thrust that he gives you. “So small and sore, aren't we?” The spank he lands on your unsuspecting ass right after is the stark opposite of his tone. “Maybe we shouldn't act out so much when we are so weak and pathetic, huh, wife?”

“Oooof!” One of the shyer ladies get up before she carries her young son who stood next to the group of the young ones away and the realization of the fact that your spectators are all real people who see you everyday and will continue to do after this drips down your limbs like ice cold water. Your hips cannot help but clench from the embarrassment that you dully feel in some part of your mind way far at the back. “Hubby, please!” The spanks increase with each snap of his hips and though the turmoil between your legs takes up most of your sensory powers, your cheeks now begin to noticeably sting from the pain that builds from how the swings of his hand against your poor ass increase with each thrust. 

“Please?” Steve muses like he isn't balls deep into you and fucking the literal daylights out of you like a crazed heathen. “Oh, but I thought I was a mean old bastard” of course, your pleas always only mean that you want more, according to the brute you are married to. They cannot mean anything else, apparently. “And you didn't want my stupid blonde babies” you grunt from the frustration and land a helpless fist on the table. You are in an uncomfortable tug of war between the mutilation of your sensory glands and the tall barrage of tight hot anticipation that cannot help but form in the base of your stomach again because of how hard and rough he fucks you. 

Your husband's main man, Lloyd, laughs in a comically daft voice to tease you and be the insufferable asshole that he is. “You've got yourself a feisty little pup there, Steve” he is the only one who can refer to the blonde haired man by his name. Or maybe, he doesn't care to use the honorific and his usefulness backs him up. You wouldn't be surprised if the latter really is the case. “Don't you agree, my sweet?” He side hugs his own young bride who ironically is one of the sweetest and perhaps the only nice person in this entire village and Lloyd grins down at the girl whom you now notice is blushing furiously. 

Before you can let the humiliation swallow you whole, Steve spreads your burning cheeks and chuckles at the sight he finds glistening and blinking up at him, the madenned hammering of his cock unceasing. “Look at this adorable little button of yours, darling” you are not personally familiar with any of the faces that witness you trying to pathetically crawl away when your devil of a husband begins to tickle your pucker so you realize it was actually not quite hitting you as bad as it does now when you become hyperaware of Rainie's gaze. If it weren't for how your eyes roll because of Steve's hot seed shooting deep up your cavern again and nearly searing into your very flesh this time around from the brutality of it all, you reckon you would have tried to hide. But now all you do is let out choked blubbers as your wide eyes sting from tears due to the sensory overload. “I think it's time we deflowered it, what do you think?”  

Oh, no. 

His cock is not something that you can handle in your ass without splitting all over the place!

“No answer? No?” It feels as though you are the one who is cumming and not Steve because of how good he is at wearing the mask of nonchalance. “Hm,” he roughly pulls you backwards by your hair before hooking an arm around your waist to keep you from trying to get away from how he toys with your trembling pucker. “Maybe we should let sweet Rainie decide for you, hm—?”

“OH, GOD!” You cannot help but scream over him. 

He is too much.

Steve ignores your exclamation, thrusts delayed -more jab like- but so strong that his tip spears into your cervix with each thrust, thus causing for your head to spin from how he chooses to fuck out his orgasm. “She's your friend, isn't she?” Steve's beard gently stings the sweaty and teary skin of your jaw from how his mouth presses into your ear. “Aren't you, Rainie dear?” 

Yep, you are never looking her in the eye ever again. 

“Answer him, sunshine” Lloyd eggs his wife on and you notice through your cloudy vision that he is making her palm his own bulge. You nearly cringe back into Steve's chest from the obscenity of it all. 

The girl, a new bride herself, is shy and small next to her own flesh boulder of a husband as she meekly peeks up at you through her lashes. “Y- Yes, sir. We are friends” her voice is barely audible and both your husbands chuckle. 

If it weren't from how a dull orgasm rips itself apart somewhere deep between your loins, you would have felt angry.

It is like the assholes know that you're friends, and they're having their fun with it.

No wonder they are best mates.

“Good, good” you can feel Steve's cum splattering your thighs with each brutal jab, the sound and sprays of his shaft making a mess of your juices underneath your dress ample in its audibility. “So, do you think it's time your girlfriend's dirty little button was opened up, hm?” He keeps one hand on your pucker and reaches for your boob to grope with the other.

Rainie blushes again and furiously lowers her head the moment her eyes connect with yours. Though you don't know it, her own has been deflowered not too long ago and she isn't sure what response would be favourable by you, so that and the embarrassment of the Leader questioning her for something like that about his wife when she is on amiable terms with the girl makes her choose silence for as long as allowed. And her own husband cockily leaning into her and mansplaining into her ear how it would work for you by comparing it with what he did to her pretty ass only makes her curl further. 

“Shy little thing, isn't she, my precious?” So your husband turns his unwelcome attention back to you, bending the both of your bodies forwards so he can smack your asshole with the back of his hand easier, the impact making you rock violently forward. “Maybe you should learn some manners from her, huh?” The howls you let out from getting your pucker pinched and hit is something you would rather not narrate. All you choose to disclose of that ordeal is that sobs echo in the hall, another orgasm rips out of you and you are sure your body releases more liquid than normal for an average orgasm. “Look at how polite and nice she is, hm? While all you want to do is to curse your husband and be an ungrateful little sloth” it sounds as though a newfound annoyance causes him to grit his teeth towards the end and the tip of his fingers finds recourse in seeking for itself a passage past the tight barrier of your unwilling button as a result. 

And so your mouth begins to run in the desperate way he loves. “N- No, no, no hubby! No!” You vehemently shake your head as you feel your knees start to buckle from the exhaustion. “I- I didn't mean it!” The bearded corners of his mouth pull into a deep smirk. He knows its coming, and he loves it. 

“You didn't?” How can he not when he is the one who trained you to it and taught you the words to say during. 

“No! No!” Your voice comes out child-like from your mind's succumbing to its defeat. For the day, at least. “I d- didn't!” 

Steve is a jackhammer in how he fucks his children into you and works towards giving you more. “Oh, I see” now he speaks to you like an elder speaking to a young one, like you are no older than five winters. “Then, will you tell me why you said such naughty words to your husband who does so much for you?” He knows you're small now and so he chooses his words accordingly.

After all, it is Steve's meticulous tailoring of your mind and body which brings you to act out this specific sequence. 

Nothing less, nothing more.

Just this. 

A shrew tamed into a compliant wife equipped with the mind of a babe. 

He may never admit it outright simply because it goes against his very code of life but Steve knows in his heart of hearts that it is this very push and pull you put up in your own passive little way that keeps him alert and your marriage interesting. 

Addictive.

“Is ’cause— hnnng, cause—!” He pulls both of your bodies back up with the intention of turning you to face him but he chooses not to do it just yet. He wants you, those silly boys and everyone else who suspects that his judgement grows soft because of his fancy for your youthful beauty and adorable personality, to hear it. Steve can always pull you right back down if wants. Your reins will always be in a hand's reach to him. Just because he lets you sneak in your foolish ways sometimes doesn't mean you've conquered his nature-gifted better sense.

“Because, what?” Everything in life calls for balance and so each time your misbehavior that you think you hide so well from him begins to rise above a level he deems no longer amusing, he is there to hammer it down. 

Quite literally. 

“Because I am j- just an i- impudent,” Steve grunts and moans, feeling his cock twitch from how you always mispronounce imprudent when you are in this state. He taught you that word and true to your little baby self and mind, you can never get yourself to say it right. “Little wife and I am a d- dumby—”

“Fuck…” Steve feels a drop of cold sweat trickle down his back from your little vocabulary. He feels himself pant from how hard he fucks you, his windpipe alight from the friction caused by the air he heaves in with each desperate inhale.

You are a proper trouble; something he has never had before, and he loves it.

“— D- Dumby sloth who dunno any real worries besides e- eating and b- being spoilt b- by my lovu hubbsy—” your tongue is kinetic jelly between your teeth and Steve has begun to moan from how fucked stupid you sound. “So I get shtoopid and u- ungateful” Steve cannot contain it anymore. In a fevered and desperate confusion of how to express the thunderstorm you cause in his head, he slaps your hair away, causing for some of the flowers to go flying about, and sinks his teeth into your flesh, growling so deep into your skin that you feel the vibrations cause ripples in your blood. Perhaps that is what Steve yearns to taste. “B- But husby always fixes” your head goes limp against his as he sucks your skin like a crazed animal for you lose a track of how long. Your vision and hearing bolts away from your comprehensive faculties like a bullet train and your body gets sucked into the vacuum of your husband's beastly grip. You are just a lifeless doll rocking in whichever direction and manner he pleases.

Next time your brain catches on with your reality, your body has been placed under his with your back against the table. You faintly notice when your dress begins to get wet that splashes of mead cover it due to your brutish husband's depraved madness. 

“Look at me, hey” he pats your incoherent face until your wandering gaze settles on him, teary eyes distant. “This is the face that you will see in those of your children, and children you shall have until this residence cannot contain any more” his promise echoes in your buzzing ears like the bestowing of an ultimate truth upon you by some powerful deity. “This is the face you will look up at as you spread your legs,” his tip is so swollen, raw and hot against your worn skin that you can feel it even in this state. Your features scrunch from the discomfort. “This is the face you will kiss and cherish” his fingers find your throat again and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he puts pressure on your windpipe. “And this is the face that you will look at until you breathe your last” he holds you until you are on the verge of losing consciousness, though letting go only to stifle the gasp you let out to resume your breathing with a hot sealing kiss.

Your muscles twitch and your body spasms in the position he has you in. Laxness washes over your limbs and you begin to violently shake from the dull and yet stinging quakes of sensation that bloom through your whole form. 

For some dark, twisted and depraved reason, you cum from the helplessness of your situation and it is present in Steve's amused and proud smirk that the knowledge is not lost on him. Swiping an arm around you from behind with an air of satisfaction, he collects your limp body closer to his and walks off to your chambers with your drenched sexes still connected, leaving a crowd of embarrassed, curious, satisfied as well as tamed spectators in his wake. 

You surrender yourself to him and close your eyes as your body collapses on top of his. Your mind barely works but you know one thing— fact as clear as day; you are not making it out of this without at least one child on the way. 

And there isn't a single thing you can do about it.

. . .

[felassan]

The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard preview pages Part One, under a cut due to spoilers. Preview pages come from Google Books.

[Foreword]

[Part Two]

Life in the Tevinter Imperium.

Part One: Post-Inquisition

Top: Returning to Rivain with a precious quest object. Middle: Exploring Par Vollen, the home of the Qunari. Text: Halfway through the development of Dragon Age: Inquisition we created a series of illustrations we called “beat boards” (intended to cover a major moment or “beat”, they are more polished than a storyboard). They proved to be helpful as we brought the game together. As Inquisition was coming to a close, and a sliver of attention was being paid to the next game, we wanted to try doing beat boards right at the start of the game, rather than the middle. With a few general ideas like “We’re going north” and “Maybe there are Titans” and a sense of story momentum, we started creating exploratory beat boards, asking ourselves the simple question: “What would be cool?”

Top: On a secret mission in Tevinter. Bottom: Receiving an assignment from the Inquisitor

The Red Bride's grave.

Top: An old Warden that was avoiding the Calling. Bottom: The first attempt at designing Weisshaupt Fortress. Text: Northern Thedas - Designing the cultures of northern Thedas was like a fun speculative-archaeology project. We were starting with fragments. There were occasional props, characters, or journal entries that hinted at these cultures, and we had to reverse-engineer living, breathing societies from those fragments. The most important aspect was to design them in a way that respected our fans’ engagement with the material but also attempted to exceed their imaginations (or at least do them justice).

Top: In an ancient magical city, some buildings that would have collapsed centuries ago are kept frozen in time. Bottom: Infiltrating the Archon’s throne room.

Middle: One of the first ideas for a player base was a secret lair in Minrathous’s forgotten undercity. Bottom: The very first concept art of Minrathous. Trying to capture the elegance and pride of the Imperium.

Top: The Divine sends out ships to hunt Solas in the hopes that his capture will restore peace to Thedas. Bottom: A Tevinter magister, a Chasind witch, and a Ben-Hassrath commander plot against the player.

Top: A war room in the captain’s quarters. Bottom: We explored making the player base mobile. It would give us water access to most of the regions in northern Thedas.

Top: Early on we explored the return of the griffons – in this case, using them as mounts to hunt dragons. Bottom: Something in the depths has scared the dwarves enough that they’re fleeing to the surface by the thousands.

A coastal town in Rivain.

Top: Elves from all over Thedas answer a mysterious call to Arlathan Forest. Bottom: Exploring a possible endgame scenario where Solas has summoned a Titan in the middle of Minrathous.

Top: Solas returning like a regal figure out of the distant past. Bottom: What if we return to the Fade and rescue whoever was left behind? How would their time in that alien landscape change them, and what insights could they offer into Solas’s plans?

Top: The part runs into their Tevinter counterparts, and they have to work together to survive. Bottom: Solas interrupts your mission, wiping half your team off the board and forcing you to make an unlikely alliance.

Top: Your ship is stolen, and you have to sneak into enemy territory to get it back. Middle: Journey to the heart of darkness to find Colonel Kurts… er, Solas. Bottom: We created piles of sketches and line work to explore story beats. We could iterate quickly and throw things away if necessary.

Top: There are multiple factions in Veilguard. To make sure they were always recognizable, from their buildings to their belt buckles, we began with shape.   Middle: We had explored Tevinter’s shape language in Inquisition, so in their case, it was a matter of expanding on what was established. Some shapes just felt right (like Wardens and the pointed arch). Bottom: A residential Tevinter interior.

Various captions on this page: An upward-pointing triangle for the mages’ college. We explored some sturdy shapes for the dwarves. The Wardens’ pointed arch could be turned upside down into a shield. Rivain has a been a neutral faction, so the circle worked well. The Necropolis factions started with a half-circle “crest”. A downward-pointing triangle for Tevinter. Ben-Hassrath started with an X shape language.

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A wealthy Tevinter mansion. To show off, most of the house is built on top of a floating stone slab veined with lyrium. Visitors try not to think about what would happen if the magic was interrupted.

Slice-of-life illustrations like this weren’t prescriptive, but they helped to explore the feel of certain regions we had only ever heard references to.

Rivain is a trade center. It’s one of the places where you’ll see the greatest overlap of cultures.

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Tevinter is a complicated place. While there are lofty towers and powerful magisters, we also wanted to explore what the daily life of Tevinter might be.

Top: Peaceful beginnings, gentle giant gardeners, and curious spirits. Middle (1): The spirits saw the dwarves as they tended to the Titans, and they wanted to try making bodies for themselves. Middle (2): The spirits made physical bodies for themselves from the “flesh” of the Titans. The first elves were born, and the first war began. Bottom: A brutal war raged on between the elves and the Titans, only ending when one elf (Solas) rendered the Titans “tranquil”, capturing their souls.

Top: The elves brought a powerful war trophy home. Middle (1): With the Titans rendered tranquil, dwarves lost their connection to magic. They fled into the bodies of their fallen homes. Bottom: With the power that came from the captured Titan souls, the elves built the greatest empire Thedas would ever see.  

Top: Solas fought against the self-proclaimed gods, earning the title “the Dread Wolf”. Middle: The gods drew upon the power of the Titans’ souls to gain more power. The imprisoned souls became twisted with rage. This became the Blight. Bottom: To contain the Blight outbreak, Solas performed a desperate blood-magic ritual. He bound up the magic of the world behind a Veil and powered it with the blood of the evil gods. Text: Black Codex – There was a top-secret document on BioWare’s network that contained the objectively true history of Thedas called the Black Codex. Each culture had its perspective, its own emphasis and style, and over time more was added and taken away. It was decided to reveal a lot of truth in this game, so early on we wanted to illustrate the Black Codex. This would help to act as a visual guide to the events that formed Thedas as we know it.

Top: What remained of the elven empire collapsed. The early human empire of Tevinter discovered it in shambles. Bottom: Eons later, the Blight reached out to power-hungry Tevinter magisters through their dreams. They were lured to the Golden City, but the magisters found it already blackened by the Blight.

Various captions on this page: At this stage, just about anything goes. Writers and artists both have ideas for what kind of characters they’d like to try, so we dump them all out on the table. We created some comics to explore the tone of the story. Some of these characters were designed specifically for that purpose. The Heir of Andraste: Finding the last living descendant of Andraste, a rough-around-the-edges warrior living among the barbarians. The Gladiator: A Tevinter gladiator that has earned her freedom. Her arm’s protected by mail made of keys from all the slaves she has rescued. She wears her former shackles as rmor: a reminder and a threat.

Various captions on this page: The academic and the mage college scholar forced into the field. Initially we work from very simple premises, often only a couple of words, like “happy necromancer” or “Qunari assassin”. An awakened darkspawn mercenary. Text: Early on we thought about creating a new set of advisors for your ship. It’s satisfying to revisit characters from previous games, especially if time has passed. It’s a chance to try and make their story visible. In this case, we see a Morrigan that has embraced her new gift, who can offer insights into the mysteries of magic and the ancient elven world. This version of Dorian is like Mathis from Casino Royale, someone who can advise you through all the ins and outs of Tevinter culture. Smuggler Admiral Isabela can get you into and out of just about any port in Thedas.

[javiscigarette]

Old Dog, New Tricks

Sub!Joel Miller x f!Reader (no outbreak)

Request:

i have a little idea for story what if their role is reversed? I mean in all your story Joel is always dom, sooo maybe can you make reader dom and sub Joel?

Word Count: 7.0k omfgg

Warnings: Smut! NSFW 18+ no use of Y/N, this is 100% filth. no plot to be found. established relationship, sub!Joel (!!!) but still dom!Joel, subspace (reader not Joel lol), masturbation, making him beg for it, etc, etc. Look guys it's PWP idk what you want me to say

A/N: I started this fully intending for it to be a like less than 1k words and this is how it ended. There's not even a plot I have no idea what happened.

Joel doesn’t greet you when you enter the house. You call out his name, but there’s no response. 

While you set your stuff down on the kitchen table, you hear the sound of the shower running upstairs in your shared bathroom. Fully intending just to let him know you’re home early from work, you head up the stairs.

 You stroll down the hall just wondering what you’re gonna have for dinner tonight. You turn the corner and walk into the bedroom and you stop dead in your tracks. 

Joel had left the door cracked and the faint sound of muffled moans floated through the open door. Your heart immediately starts hammering in your chest, your core automatically tingling with excitement.

 You listen carefully to his soft moans and the groans and occasionally hear the slick sound of his hand pumping himself. The sounds send small jolts of electricity down your spine before turning into tingling heat in your lower abdomen. 

You debate whether or not to go in for a few moments but your feet carry you inside regardless once you hear the sound of his particularly loud choked out moan. Moving quietly, you slowly push the bathroom door open just enough to slip through. The room is steamy from the hot water, the smell of his body wash heavy in the air. 

He can’t see you through the shower curtain and of course he didn’t hear you come in, that man is as deaf as doornail. So you take a few seconds, a smirk slowly spreading across your face as you listen to the lewd sounds of his hand moving up and down his length as he tries to swallow his moans. You let him have his fun for just a few more seconds before you interrupt. 

“Joel?” you call out innocently. 

“Shit” Joel shouts. There’s the sound of a bottle falling with a thump against the tub and you have to suppress a giggle as you imagine what’s happening on the other side of the curtain. 

“Baby! You’re home early! I’ll be out in just a few minutes” Joel calls out much louder than necessary and you can hear the strain in his voice. 

You don’t say anything as you cross the room to the shower and pull back the curtain halfway. Joel jumps in surprise and quickly moves the hand he had wrapped around his cock and hides it behind his back like he just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. 

“Well don’t stop on my account” you taunt. 

Joel blinks at you, his big brown eyes working in tandem with his raised eyebrows to give you the sweetest puppy dog eyes. And you almost fall for it. How could you not with his body on full display for you like this? With his hair slicked back from the water, his chest flushed with red from the warm water and the orgasm he probably was less than a minute away from before you stopped him. He didn’t bother to even try to conceal himself, his thick cock, wet and shiny from the water bobbing in the air, his tip angry red. Your mouth is watering at the sight and you’re just barely strong enough to stop yourself from climbing in the tub and immediately take him in your mouth. 

“I didn’t know you’d be home early, sweetheart,” Joel says a bit breathless, his chest still heaving up and down with each deep breath. 

“I tried calling you” you reply plainly. “Now I see what you were so busy with”  

Joel laughs breathlessly as he still tries to process what’s going on. 

“Were you feeling needy, baby?” you ask him, tilting your head to the side. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home?” 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day” Joel says quietly. It’s true, he had today off but you still had to go in and he just spent the whole day waiting for you to come back. 

“Get in here, angel. Lemme show you how much I missed you.” 

You hum, unsatisfied with the proposition. And there must be something in the air or the stars just aligned perfectly or something that explains the flip that just switched inside of you. You just know that finding him like this, catching him red handed gave you the chance to take the upperhand. 

And you fucking run with it. 

“I don’t think so, baby” you say calmly. “I think I’d rather watch you touch yourself. Want to see you make yourself cum.” 

The smug look on Joel’s face is instantly replaced with his jaw dropping in shock. He laughs out loud at the ridiculous idea but it dies in his throat when you just stare back at him, dead serious.

“C’mon now,” Joel starts trying to bargain. “I’ll give it to you good, baby. Slow and deep, just how you like it.”

Your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing and you can feel your slick starting to leak out onto the cotton of your underwear. But you don’t back down, not with this rare chance to reverse the roles right now. 

“Do it, Joel. Or I won’t let you touch me for at least the next 24 hours”

Joel groans at that, an image from a couple weeks ago flashing in his head.You were sick of reminding him to pick his laundry up from the bathroom floor so you didn’t let him touch you at all until he had finished washing and folding all of his laundry. Joel respects your boundaries to the end and if you tell him not to touch you, he won’t. Even when he knows you’re doing it just to torture him. And you don’t make it any easier, walking around the house in his oversized t-shirts with no underwear or sprawling out in the middle of the bed and lazily touching yourself while all he can do is just gawk at you. 

He now stares at you dumbfounded while he decides what to do. He could probably climb out of the shower and wrap this hand around your throat instead, knowing you’d easily melt under his touch and forget about everything you said. But there’s no fun in that. 

“Okay, okay” Joel sighs. 

You stand there motionless and watch as he brings his hand up and wraps his fingers around his still fully hard cock. He twitches in his hand and inhales sharply at the sensation. 

A hot wave of arousal washes over you from the top of your scalp and trickling down to your toes. 

He starts to slowly work his hand up and down his length, his eyes never leaving yours. You try to stare right back and not at the rivulets of water running down his golden, freckled skin, skating down the outlines of the muscles in his arms and his shoulders.

 It would be no surprise if you looked down to find yourself soaking through your shorts. 

“D-does that feel good, baby?” you ask, a tremble breaking through at the beginning but you quickly recover. His mouth hangs open slightly and the corner of his mouth lifts up into a lopsided smirk. He definitely heard the tremble. 

“Would feel better if it was you” Joel pants, a poorly disguised attempt to get you to come join him. 

But you’re not the one on the edge of release. You can play with him a bit. 

“I bet it would. Now go faster, I don’t have all day” you say nonchalantly.

Joel sees the mischievous glint in your eye as soon as the idea pops into your head. He watches you with a bated breath, the nerves under his skin tingling with excitement. 

With your eyes glued to his, you reach for the hen of your tank top and slowly pull it up. Joel sighs heavily at the sight of the smooth skin of your stomach. It’s just the bare skin of your stomach and yet his tip pulses out a few beads of precum. 

You observe every minute movement that comes from him, your core throbbing when he bucks his hips forward into his fist and bites back a moan. He was already close when you interrupted and here’s nearly there now that you’re standing in front of him. 

“Angel,” Joel pants, looking over at you with pleading eyes letting you know he’s close. 

“Stop.”

Joel inhales through his clenched teeth and for a second you can’t tell if he’s going to listen to you or not, but he eventually takes his hand off his cock, hissing quietly at the cool air biting at his skin. 

“Get out and dry off.  I’ll be waiting on the bed” 

——

As soon as you step out of the bathroom, you slip out of the tank top you’re wearing and pull off your shorts and underwear off your legs. You practically run to the bed, hopping on the mattress and sprawling out in the middle of the bed.  

Joel walks out of the bathroom no more than 3 minutes later to find you naked, sprawled out in the middle of your shared bed with two fingers buried in cunt. 

“S’only fair” you giggle between soft moans when he appears in the doorway of the bedroom. 

He doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room until he’s standing at the side of the bed. You stare at each other, both of your hearts racing in anticipation about the other’s next move. 

“You can look, but no touching.” 

Joel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the tendons in his neck visibly flexing underneath his skin. You’re still expecting him to stop all of this and put you in your place. But he doesn’t. He tries to keep it cool on the outside. It’s very rare that you’re in control - you both love when Joel bosses you around and fucks you so hard until you can barely breathe. but seeing you like this, trying to control the situation is incredibly sexy and his cock already painfully hard. 

“Okay, baby” Joel sighs before moving to slip into the bed. You pause your movements and lean forward allowing him to slip in behind you until he’s sandwiched between the headboard and your back. He stretches his legs on the outside of yours, his strong thighs encasing yours. Keeping his touch innocent, he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight while still giving you enough room to keep going.

He scatters gentle kisses on your shoulder blade and the back of your neck, smiling against you when goosebumps prick up on your skin.You automatically lean back against him, enjoying the feeling of his big, heavy arms holding while he trails soft kisses all over your exposed skin. You can feel the heat radiating off of him too, his skin still warm from his shower. You feel his cock too, hard, heavy, and hot, pressing against your lower back. 

 All the other times that he’s been in this position with you it’s been his fingers knuckle deep inside of you while you squirm in his lap. And normally he’d be whispering filthy words in your ear that push you closer and closer to release. 

But he wants to let you have this, he rarely sees you this assertive in the bedroom and he can’t deny that it’s turning him the fuck on right now. Refraining from using any direct instructions, Joel hooks his chin over your shoulder so he can get a good look and innocently asks “Are you gonna keep going?” 

“Don’t rush me” you huff at his words, suddenly remembering your hand between your legs. “I’m the one in charge.” You try to sound calm and collected, but the desperation still clings to your every syllable. 

“I know, angel. I just wanna see you take the lead and boss me around like a good girl” Joel whispers against your neck. You swallow a small whine at his words that serve as a subtle reminder that he always has the upperhand, even when he lets you call the shots.

Unable to wait any longer, you slowly start rubbing your swollen clit with the pads of two fingers. Joel hums in delight.  With his face so close to yours, he can clearly hear all your little noises clear as day, the sweet sound of your quiet moans floating in his ear and traveling like a lit fuse down his spine. 

You gradually build up speed, the tight circles over your throbbing clit getting faster and faster. The sensation causes you to involuntarily roll your hips. Joel hisses quietly when you move and his cock twitches against your lower back at the slight friction,precum leaking from his tip and smearing against your soft skin. 

He watches you carefully as you slide your fingers down from your clit to your leaking hole. You gather your slick on your middle and forefinger before slowly pushing your fingers into your pulsing, wet heat.  A raspy moan bubbles up from his chest while your head falls backwards to rest on his shoulder while you slowly finger yourself.

He nudges his nose against your neck and hums as he lightly nips and sucks at the sensitive skin. A shiver courses down his spine and fog rolls over his head as he inhales the scent of your perfume, the one he picked out for you, and tastes your skin under his tongue. 

“Can hear it” Joel mumbles, his beard scratching lightly against your cheek as he talks. “Can hear how wet you are, angel.” 

He’s not exaggerating. The slick sounds of you pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping hole are easy to hear in the otherwise quiet room. 

Quickly growing impatient, you push your fingers as far as they’ll go and curl them upwards. You let out a loud moan as your fingers press into your g-spot. Joel makes a nearly identical sound when you reflexively roll your hips again, trying to deepen the sensation. 

It feels good, good enough to pull a continuous string of quiet and desperate mewls out of you, but it’s not enough. You can’t touch yourself the way Joel touches you, can’t reach all the right places that he can, can’t make yourself shake like he can. There’s denying that. And Joel knows it too. 

“S’not enough is it, angel?” Joel whispers, suppressing another moan in his throat when you rock your hips again. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? Stuff you full of my cock, huh?” 

You groan in frustration and Joel is lucky that you can’t see the smirk that creeps up on his face. You’re determined to stay strong and in control. Joel is right though. Your whole body is burning with the need to be touched properly, to be full to the brim with his thick cock. 

“Just give it up, baby. I’ll make you feel so good, you know I will” Joel murmurs into your neck as he tightens his arms around your waist even more. He doesn’t even want you to give up, but he knows his taunting will spur you on. 

Just as he expected, his suggestion ignites a fire in you, a fire reminding you that you’re supposed to be in control right now, not him. 

You reluctantly stop your fingers and pull your hand away before moving to sit up. Joel easily lets you out of his grip, his arms falling heavily to his sides. He watches you as you sit up on your knees and turn around to face him. You place one knee on either side of his hips effectively straddling him with your bare cunt inches away from his crotch. 

He’s quick to notice how you’re holding your hand up off to your side, your fingers wet and shiny with your arousal. His mouth waters at the sight of your wet fingers, his entire body burning with desire to taste you and touch you and make you cum.

And He’s not shy about it, not at all. You smirk as you look at him staring at your fingers, his jaw slack and his eyes dark and wide. The ball is back in your court. 

“You wanna taste, baby?” you taunt while bringing your hand closer to his face stopping when your fingers are inches from his lips. 

His eyes flit between yours and your fingers, your scent filling his head with fuzz. Without answering, he leans forward in an attempt to take your fingers in his mouth. But you fully anticipated him trying to do that and you're faster to move your hand out of reach. 

“Nuh-uh, baby. Use your words. Tell me what you want” you tease, using his own words, the exact phrases that he loves to tease you with, against him. 

He sits back and looks up at you through his eyelashes with his big doe eyes and for the first time tonight you can see his resolve starting to crumble. 

“Let me taste you, angel.” Joel tries. He starts to move his hand to your thigh but the glare you give him stops him in his tracks. 

“Stop telling me what to do” you say. Your own confidence sends a rush down your spine. In any other situation, you know he’d flip you over and spank you until your ass is bright red for talking to him like that. Joel huffs and his jaw clicks faintly as he grinds his teeth together. You can see him internally debating his next move, the power struggle clear in his eyes. 

Unbearably turned on right now and with nothing to lose, he gives in. 

“Please let me taste you, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all fuckin’ day, need to taste how needy your little pussy is for me” Joel begs with a hint of a whine. He bats his eyelashes at you for comedic effect as if to say I’m only doing this for you. 

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the grin that tugs on the corners of your mouth. 

Either way, it’s enough for you so you bring your fingers back to his lips. Too impatient to wait any longer, he leans forward to meet your hand in the middle, his lips wrapping tightly around his two fingers while his hand comes up to hold your wrist in place. 

Your core throbs when his eyes flutter shut and drops his head back against the head. He has a death grip on your wrist and his tongue is warm and wet as he eagerly licks your fingers clean. 

To say Joel loves the way you taste would be a severe understatement. He craves it. He’ll spend hours between your legs, drunk on your taste as he lazily licks and slurps you down, giving your orgasm after orgasm until you’re begging for him to stop. And even at that point, he still manages to pull one or two more out of you whispering “just one more, cum on my tongue just one more time for me, angel.” 

Joel opens his eyes when he suddenly feels a drop of warm liquid on the underside of his cock. He pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop and lets go of your wrist. He looks down to where you’re hovering over him and his self-control flies right out the window. 

“Oh fuck, angel” Joel moans, looking down at where you’re hovering inches above him. You’re so turned on right now that you’re dripping onto him, a thin stand of clear fluid connecting your weeping cunt to his aching cock. Joel has never needed anything more than to bury himself deep inside of you right fucking now. 

You look down too and hot liquid pools in your tummy. From day one, Joel has made your body do all sorts of new things you never knew you could do since you’ve known him. In fact, the first time you slept with him, he had you squirting, for the first time in your life, all over his fingers and his t-shirt that he hadn’t even had the chance to take off yet in less than 5 minutes. 

But this has never happened and Joel is ecstatic. 

He looks back at you then quickly grabs your hips and tries to bring you down into his lap, but you’re quick to tense your muscles and resist his pull. And Joel, so turned on right now and needy for you, doesn’t even bother suppressing his deep, throaty whine, the sound going straight to your core.

At this point, you need him so badly that you’re nearly dizzy with it. You’re not sure how either of you have held out for so long and you’re determined to see how long it lasts. 

With a devilish glint in your eye, you look back at him and give him a wicked smirk. 

“Beg for it.” 

And he does because at the end of the day, he’s going to give you anything you want. Absolutely anything. 

“Baby, please let me fill up that sweet cunt, I’ll be good just– please give it to me, I need it so bad, angel” Joel groans, not caring one bit about how needy he sounds. 

It makes you whimper, the sound of his begging, his voice whiny and strained as he pleads for your pussy. With no delay, you reach down and behind you. Joel grunts loudly at the feeling of your soft hand, fingers wet with his spit, wrapping around the base of his cock and holding him in place. It’s the first real touch you’ve given him all day. 

You lower yourself slowly, the two of you moaning in unison when his tip catches on the rim of your leaking hole.

“Stay still for me” you command, already sounding out of breath. 

A strained sound comes from Joel as he watches you start to slowly sink down, the thick of his head pushing into your burning hot, dripping wet heat. Joel is a hot mess underneath you. His chest is burning red, the color rising up to his neck and face as he holds his breath. You can feel fingertips digging into the skin of your hips, his grip so tight that you can see the veins in his neck and arms start to bulge out against his skin. His eyes are screwed shut and his jaw is clenched, a visible display of the amount of self-restraint it’s taking him to not rock his hips up and slam his cock the rest of the inside of you. But you take your time, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock sliding deeper and deeper, pulsing and twitching against your walls as he makes room for himself inside of you. 

“Good boy” you praise with a breathless whisper. You immediately feel his fingers dig even further into your hips as he lurches inside of you, your praise going straight to his cock. 

You keep his reaction tucked away to use again later. 

You sink down some more and get just a little over halfway before you have to take a break. You feel impossibly full, his cock already so deep inside you that you can feel him in your stomach and your walls tingling as they stretch to accommodate him. It doesn't necessarily hurt and you’re much wetter than necessary, but  you didn’t properly prepare yourself and the feeling of being so full already is overwhelming nonetheless. 

Joel sees you wince slightly and immediately asks “You okay, baby?” with his eyebrows drawn together in concern. You nod vigorously and take a deep breath before you start to move again, your walls fluttering around him as you take the rest of him. The sound of your combined low moans fill the otherwise quiet room when you finally sink down the rest of the way, seated on his hips with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

He’s so deep inside you, that you can barely breathe. Still, you give an experimental rock, gasping when you move forwards, his tip kissing your cervix and moaning when you push your hips backward, feeling him curve perfectly against your g-spot. 

“Jesus fuckin’ christ” Joel groans, his face twisted like he’s in physical pain. 

You whine in response, a needy “Joel”  tumbling past your lips when he shifts slightly, sliding his cock just a centimeter further inside of you, getting so deep that can almost feel him in your throat. 

“M’right here, angel” Joel whispers as he starts smoothing his palms over your hips and thighs. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? Didn’t let me stretch you out properly on my fingers first, did you?”

You drop your gaze to the bed with a whine and shake your head. Joel sees you starting to lean into submission. You both knew that you’d give in as soon as he was inside you, but he’s not done yet. 

“Do you want to stop?” Joel asks, fully prepared to stop and take care of you if you said yes. But he knows you won’t. He smirks when you whip your head back up and look at him with wide eyes, panic evident on your face. 

“N-no” you whine. You start to rock your hips faster, proving to him that you can handle it. 

Joel groans when you start moving on top of him. His head falls backwards against the headboard, exposing his throat, the delicate skin damp with sweat. 

“Atta girl” Joel sighs, his hands rounding your hips and reaching behind you to palm at your ass. “You love it when I fill up and stretch your little pussy like this, don’t you, baby? Like feelin’ how big I am inside you?” 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moan at his words. 

“Yes, sir. You’re so fucking big” you whine and Joel grins at how you automatically slip in the honorific. 

“Yeah, I know you do,” Joel says as he swats lightly at your ass. He doesn’t move otherwise, just sits there and lets you try to finish what you started. “Take what you need, babygirl. Get yourself off with my cock.” 

“My cock” you huff as you slowly press into your knees and lift your hips up about halfway up his length before slowly sliding back down, sighing when he’s fully inside again. Joel tosses his head back against the headboard again, fully believing that you’re actively trying to torture him. 

“S’right, angel. It’s all yours” Joel confirms with a strained grunt. All of me. All for you” 

His words make you whimper again, high-pitched and needy. Your brain feels like it’s melting as you try to process this dynamic right now, how Joel is letting you do this and playing along and but still lacing his words and actions with his dominance. 

He watches you carefully, reading your facial expressions as you drag your hips up halfway again. This time though, you let yourself drop back down. You let out a garbled sound, something between a gasp and moan when Joel’s tip slams back deep inside of you, bolts of electricity radiating out from your core to every square inch of your body. Joel hisses a “shit” at the sudden pressure followed by the feeling of your walls squeezing him tight. When you recover, you start to gradually build your pace until you’re bouncing steadily on his cock. 

“That’s my good girl” Joel praises, his eyes glued to your breast bouncing inches in front of his face. 

He can’t help but lean forward and wrap his arms around your middle. He starts placing hot, wet kisses to the tops of your breasts, his warm breath fans over your sensitive skin as he groans quietly between each sloppy kiss. He stops occasionally to suck or nibble and scatters little red marks on your skin, claiming you as his and his only. 

Your hands fly up to his head when he wraps his lips around your nipple and rolls his tongue languidly around the hardened nub. Your fingers immediately tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging at the soft, fluffy lock. Joel growls against you as the sensation runs from his scalp down his spine and all the way down to his toes. 

He tightens his hold on you and pulls you even closer, nearly suffocating himself with his face smushed against your chest as he messily bites and sucks and licks all over. 

You try to hold out for longer, you really do. But your moan takes the shape of his name again when he rolls his hips up as you drop yours down, punching his tip right into your g-spot. 

Joel barely takes his mouth before he starts talking 

“Just tell me what to do, angel. Let me be good for you” he says, his voice low and gritty before sucking your nipple back into his mouth. 

“Be a good boy and pound me into this fucking mattress” you moan, placing the last shred of control you had back into his hands. 

Joel growls as he immediately flips the two of you over so that he’s leaning over you, his forearms on either side of your head. He looks at you and gives you a warm smile so big it crinkles the corners of his eyes. 

“You’re so pretty, angel.” Joel says softly, the hunger and arousal in his voice replaced with sweet tenderness. Your whole body flushes at the simple compliment, heat rising from your chest and creeping up your neck then settling on the apples of your cheeks. 

He ducks his head down to kiss you, gently molding his lips to yours as if he wasn’t inside of you five seconds ago. 

There’s the quick realization that you haven’t properly kissed him yet and suddenly the need to lick into his mouth and taste him settles heavy in your bones. Trying to deepen the kiss, you lift your head up and run your tongue over his lower lip but that’s all he lets you do before he pulls back. You whimper in frustration, your head dropping back onto the pillows. 

Joel whispers a sweet “I love you” before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His words melt your heart in your chest until it’s just a puddle of burning in your chest. 

“I love you too, Joel” you whisper back, your voice cracking over the lump of emotions stuck in your throat. You just melt when he slows down for a minute and pushes his own needs and desires away, using any opportunity to just remind you of how much you mean to him. His affection always makes you feel warm and floaty and safe.

And he can’t stop himself from doing it. He’s so completely enamored with you, his sweet sweet girl that he just has to stop and appreciate you, especially when you’re about to let him fuck you stupid. 

“Roll over baby, put your cute little ass up in the air for me” Joel demands calmly, sitting back on his knees to give you enough room to move. 

Your thoughts are already slowing down like honey swirling around in your head so it takes a few extra seconds for you to process what he says. 

“You already feelin’ floaty, baby?” Joel asks with a slight laugh, watching you roll over at a leisurely pace with a lopsided grin on your face. “Thought you were the one in control.” 

“Still am,” you mumble unconvincingly as you press your cheek into the pillow and bend your knees underneath you until your ass is in the air on full display for him. Joel just chuckles quietly and stands on his knees between your legs.  

“Whatever you say, babydoll.” 

He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, groaning deep from his chest at the sight of your swollen pussy visibly clenching around nothing, your lips and the insides of your thighs shiny and wet. You whine at the cool air nipping at your burning heat, the sound morphing into a loud moan when he leans over and spits on your throbbing core. He watches intently as the warm liquid slides down your slit and mixes with the slick that’s already leaking out of you. He keeps one hand on you but wraps his other around himself and lines up with your hole. 

“M’gonna ruin this this little cunt, baby” is all the warning you get before he’s plowing back into you so hard that your vision blacks out for a second. 

You yelp in surprise before a long, continuous string of loud moans and whimpers starts pouring out of your mouth. He’s relentless with it, jackhammering into you with absolutely no mercy. This position gives him the best angle to pound into your favorite spot that turns you into an incoherent mess. So he adjusts his stance slightly and angles his hips until you cry out and flail underneath him letting him know he found it.

“There you go, angel” he sighs. “Fuck you take it so well, baby, like my cock was made for fuckin’ this pretty pussy.” 

 He keeps the same angle and slides a hand underneath you. He takes a few seconds to prod his fingertips around where he’s pounding into you just feeling how your tight light hole stretches every time he slams into you. “Love this perfect little pussy” Joel sighs as he presses two fingers against your swollen clit. “My perfect little pussy.” 

You sob at the pressure and Joel inhales sharply, his dick lurching inside of you when you clamp down on him. But he doesn’t let up, not one bit. He keeps pummeling into you as he quickly builds up speed with the circles he’s tracing over your clit. You can feel hot tears brimming in your eyes as he gives you everything you need. 

Pleasure wraps itself around the base of your spine and seeps into your veins, coursing through your entire body until every nerve is tingling and leaving you a quivering mess as you try to hold on for just a bit longer, wanting this feeling to last forever.  

“Don’t hold back, baby. I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me” Joel pants, fully aware of how close you are.  “Give it to me, angel, I’ve got you. Just wanna feel fuckin’ soak my cock, baby.” 

You have no fight left in you so you let go. 

Joel watches in amazement as you start to shake uncontrollably underneath him. The tears start to run down your face as wave after wave of pleasure crashes down on top of you, flooding every single one of your senses. Your vision goes black as TV static roars in your ears and every nerve ending in your body feels raw and exposed. 

“Good girl, baby. Just like that. You feel so fuckin’ good, sweet girl” Joel moans as you fall apart on his cock and his eyes roll back in his head when he feels you gush around him. He fucks you through it, obviously. with your juices leaking down his cock and dripping down to his balls. He mutters “God fuckin’ damn” from somewhere behind you, the sensation sending tingles up and down his spine and igniting something deeply desperate inside of him. 

Meanwhile, you’re still shaking violently, your limbs jerking with random movement as the aftershocks steadily rock through you. The intense pleasure starts to fade as an even greater sense of relaxation starts to replace it. Joel is still pounding into you as he chases after his orgasm with no regard. Your head feels thick and stuffy like someone replaced your brain with cotton and it feels like your skin is on fire. Then your limbs start to feel heavy and tingly and you both know what’s about to happen. 

Aware that your hearing is starting to fade, Joel leans over you until his chest is pressed firmly against your back. 

“You still with me, angel?” Joel grunts near your ear, still refusing to let up on his pace, his hips snapping into yours relentlessly. 

You nod lazily, a big grin spreading across your face when you hear his voice in your ear. But he still sounds miles away and it’s getting harder and harder to focus on anything other than the electric shocks pulsing through your body as he pushes into your g-spot over and over again while the unyielding weight of deep relaxation pulls you under. 

“Good girl” Joel praises before placing a quick kiss on your jaw. If you’re still with him, he only has a few more seconds left before you drift somewhere else entirely. 

“Can I come, angel? Have I been good?” Joel asks. It’s quickly followed by a strained grunt when he feels you spasm around him. He’s making you stupid with his cock and yet he still finds it in him to play into your desires and beg for you again just because he knows how much you like it. And he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t like it too. 

“Tell me I can cum, baby. God I need it you drive me fucking crazy baby, please” Joel pants completely unable to mask his desperation anymore. He’s suddenly overwhelmed by the completely foreign sensation of physically wanting to be good for you, finally understanding the rationale behind your yearning for his constant praise.

You must already be gone, you think because there’s no way that Joel, your big, dominant man who would knock someone’s teeth out if they even looked at you wrong, is begging you to cum. You try to speak, but your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and all that comes out are breathy gasps each punctuated Joel’s hips slamming against your ass. 

Joel sees you struggling to talk and his cock throbs in response but he tries to hold off until you respond. 

“C’mon, angel” he grunts encouragingly. “I know you can do it. Tell me I can fill up your little pussy with my cum til it’s running down your fuckin’ legs” 

His words give you the push you need to move your lips again. You manage to get out a slurred “yessirplease” followed by a loud, unrestrained moan. Joel groans loudly and can’t help but smile at your response, answering his begging with your own begging and giving a perfect display of how much you needed each other. 

But the need to cum quickly pushes out all of his thoughts. With a heavy exhale through his nose, he shoves your hips down, presses both palms down on your lower back, pushing you down into the mattress. 

He keeps his eyes on you, completely focused on your face squished against the pillow and  the way your eyelashes are fluttering against your cheek that’s wet and shiny with tears as he continues to use you for his own pleasure while simultaneously taking you to the place only he can take you to. 

In his classic Joel manner, he brings two fingers to your mouth and gently slips them through your parted lips. He presses down on your tongue and even though you feel miles away from your body, you still reflexively close your mouth and suckle on his fingers. 

That does it for him. The way your hot, wet cunt is squeezing him so hard he can barely move combined with the feeling of your spit already leaking out of the corners of your mouth as you drool on his fingers is all he needs.

You whine through it all, not realizing what’s happening until his hips falter and still inside of you. He buries himself deep inside of you and cums with a loud, broken moan, filling you up with ropes and ropes of hot cum just like he promised. 

When he’s finished, stays inside and collapses on top of you, careful not to crush or scare you while you’re in this delicate headspace. 

With a deep sigh, he nudges his nose under your jaw to gently kiss your pulse point and he feels it hammering faintly against his lips.  He whispers words of sweet praise against the damp skin of your neck, gently roping you back in from where you went. 

You announce your reentry to the atmosphere with a loud sniffle and long and low pathetic whine of his name. 

“You’re okay, angel” Joel mumbles against your jaw before kissing your cheek. “I’ve got you, my sweet girl.” 

You’re still tingly and trembling as you return back to body and a wave of exhaustion hits you like a brick to the face. You hum softly as Joel rolls off of you and lies on his back before quickly pulling you into his side. 

He engulfs you in his arms, holding you as close as physically possible. His heart flutters in his chest when you snuggle your face against his chest, your cheek wet and feverishly warm. He brings a hand up to your head and gently pets your hair, patiently waiting for your breathing to return to normal. 

When you finally stop trembling, Joel sighs and whispers “I think I’m gonna start jerkin’ off in the shower more often.” It makes you laugh. The sound comes out as a sharp exhale through your nose and with that, Joel knows your back. 

“Can we order in tonight?” you ask, your voice quiet and weak. Joel chuckles, amused by the fact that he just fucked your brains out and the now the first thin on your mind is what’s for dinner. 

“Sure, angel. Picked up some ice cream for ya when I was at the store. It's waitin' for you in the freezer.” 

You beam into his chest, absolutely tickled pink at the seemingly small action. And just to add the cherry on top, you pick your head up to look at him before whispering “good boy.”

Thank you for reading and interacting!! I love you all so much hugs and smoochies for everyone 😚🫶🥰

[rpdepartment]

simple yet specific relationships & reverse starters meme!

send one of the followings emojis or prompts if you have ideas for relationships & plots when it comes to our muses, but you don't know how to start! in return, i'll go through either yours or my prompts and try to send you something to work with your wishes! feel free to send more of them at the same time too!!

note: with "my muse", we mean the sender's

NEUTRAL

🙂 a simple first meeting should work

🤭 my muse wants to know yours better

🤗 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /pos

🤔 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them and has no strong feelings about them. yet.

😄 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse is friends with

😕 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse dislikes

😍 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse loves

PLATONIC & FAMILIAL

🐶 they could be friends!!!!

🐺 they were friends in the past, but lost contact with eachother

🐣 they're family!!!

🐔 my muse is a distant relative of yours

🐴 my muse is a fan of yours

🦝 my muse is an old friend who yours didn't see in a while

🐭 our muses are online friends

ROMANTIC & SEXUAL

❤️ my muse wants to kiss yours (in a romantic way)

💙 my muse has a one sided crush on yours

💚 our muses are exes

🧡 my muse used to have a crush on yours some time ago

💛 my muse wants to kiss yours (mostly in a sexy kind of way)

💜 our muses had a one night stand

🖤 our muses are fuckbuddies

ANTAGONISTIC & NEGATIVE

🥄 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /neg

🔨 they should beat eachother up

💣 my muse hates yours

🗡️ our muses hate eachother

🔪 my muse is scared of yours

⛏️ they were friends in the past, but they had a serious fight

🪓 my muse wants to kill yours

WORK & SCHOOL

📅 they're forced to cooperate

📋 my muse wants yours to work for them

📚 our muses know eachother from school

📊 our muses know eachother from work

📌 my muse works for yours

📭 your muse works for mine

📖 my muse is or was your muse's teacher

OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS

🍉 they should work together to beat someone else up

🍋 our muses are in a fake relationship

🍏 my muse needs yours to pretend to be their partner

🍒 my muse is famous, and i'd love to see yours reaction to see them

🍓 my muse is a troublemaker and yours find them after a fight

🍇 my muse is sad for any reason and crosses paths with yours

🍊 my muse catches yours doing something illegal

[mygnolia]

just one door down | sjy - psh

message at the door! this series will not be related to each other plot wise and are just similar in themes. therefore, both stories are similar and include details of the other, but the reader is not involved with both! either fic can be read as a standalone :)

want to read the school gossip right away? for a TAGLIST, send an ask or respond to this post to be added!!

“is the a/c even on?” the months of july and august are a solace away from reality as you let yourself breathe before school starts up again, and with the standstill comes a squeak that reverses all the bore of the heat.

sorry to bother! | sjy *ੈ . ✩‧₊˚

synopsis -› the mysterious identity of the honey sweet voice across your fence becomes clear when you meet sim jaeyun. when both of your families agree that a summer trip is much needed, a certain someone refuses to leave his dog, and you think that avoiding a trip with your parents and meeting a boy who throws dog toys over with sheepish smiles may not be so bad.

pair -› sim jaeyun/jake x reader | genre -› fluff ofc | trope -› neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers

cw -› to be added!

"c'mere layla!" - COMING SOON

“is the heater even on?” as the wind begins to bite, and the temperature settling uncomfortably through your body, perhaps there is more warmth in reassurance and late night calls.

if you insist! | psh ｡ *:･ﾟ★｡

synopsis -› if there is anyone as driven as you, top of the class park sunghoon is the person you go to. with the current problem of your school unwilling to host the annual winter trip to the snowy cabins, you reach out to the apple of every faculty’s eye in hopes of recruiting his help, and pray that together, you two can figure out a solution, and maybe something more.

pair -› park sunghoon x reader | genre -› fluff | trope -› neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers

cw -› to be added!

"you? at a mailbox?" - COMING SOON

a/n: so basically i have ideas in my huge brain that need to be released into the wild so 1, no one takes them and 2, i can be free of my own thoughts aka jakehoon BRAINROT

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2024. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Homebrew Mechanic: Meaningful Research

Being careful about when you deliver information to your party is one of the most difficult challenges a dungeonmaster may face, a balancing act that we constantly have to tweak as it affects the pacing of our campaigns.

That said, unlike a novel or movie or videogame where the writers can carefully mete out exposition at just the right time, we dungeonmasters have to deal with the fact that at any time (though usually not without prompting) our players are going to want answers about what's ACTUALLY going on, and they're going to take steps to find out.

To that end I'm going to offer up a few solutions to a problem I've seen pop up time and time again, where the heroes have gone to all the trouble to get themselves into a great repository of knowledge and end up rolling what seems like endless knowledge checks to find out what they probably already know. This has been largely inspired by my own experience but may have been influenced by watching what felt like several episodes worth of the critical role gang hitting the books and getting nothing in return.

I've got a whole write up on loredumps, and the best way to dripfeed information to the party, but this post is specifically for the point where a party has gained access to a supposed repository of lore and are then left twiddling their thumbs while the dm decides how much of the metaplot they're going to parcel out.

When the party gets to the library you need to ask yourself: Is the information there to be found?

No, I don't want them to know yet: Welcome them into the library and then save everyone some time by saying that after a few days of searching it’s become obvious the answers they seek aren’t here. Most vitally, you then either need to give them a new lead on where the information might be found, or present the development of another plot thread (new or old) so they can jump on something else without losing momentum.

No, I want them to have to work for it:  your players have suddenly given you a free “insert plothook here” opportunity. Send them in whichever direction you like, so long as they have to overcome great challenge to get there. This is technically just kicking the can down the road, but you can use that time to have important plot/character beats happen.

Yes, but I don’t want to give away the whole picture just yet:  The great thing about libraries is that they’re full of books, which are written by people,  who are famously bad at keeping their facts straight. Today we live in a world of objective or at least peer reviewed information but the facts in any texts your party are going to stumble across are going to be distorted by bias. This gives you the chance to give them the awnsers they want mixed in with a bunch of red herrings and misdirections. ( See the section below for ideas)

Yes, they just need to dig for it:  This is the option to pick if you're willing to give your party information upfront while at the same time making it SEEM like they're overcoming the odds . Consider having an encounter, or using my minigame system to represent their efforts at looking for needles in the lithographic haystack. Failure at this system results in one of the previous two options ( mixed information, or the need to go elsewhere), where as success gets them the info dump they so clearly crave.

The Art of obscuring knowledge AKA Plato’s allegory of the cave, but in reverse

One of the handiest tools in learning to deliver the right information at the right time is a sort of “slow release exposition” where you wrap a fragment lore the party vitally needs to know in a coating of irrelevant information,  which forces them to conjecture on possibilities and draw their own conclusions.  Once they have two or more pieces on the same subject they can begin to compare and contrast, forming an understanding that is merely the shadow of the truth but strong enough to operate off of. 

As someone who majored in history let me share some of my favourite ways I’ve had to dig for information, in the hopes that you’ll be able to use it to function your players.

A highly personal record in the relevant information is interpreted through a personal lens to the point where they can only see the information in question 

Important information cameos in the background of an unrelated historical account

The information can only be inferred from dry as hell accounts or census information. Cross reference with accounts of major historical events to get a better picture, but everything we need to know has been flattened into datapoints useful to the bureaucracy and needs to be re-extrapolated.

The original work was lost, and we only have this work alluding to it. Bonus points if the existent work is notably parodying the original, or is an attempt to discredit it.

Part of a larger chain of correspondence, referring to something the writers both experienced first hand and so had no reason to describe in detail. 

The storage medium (scroll, tablet, arcane data crystal) is damaged in some way, leading to only bits of information being known. 

Original witnesses Didn’t have the words to describe the thing or events in question and so used references from their own environment and culture. Alternatively, they had specific words but those have been bastardized by rough translations. 

Tremendously based towards a historical figure/ideology/religion to the point that all facts in the piece are questionable.  Bonus points if its part of a treatise on an observably untrue fact IE the flatness of earth

[riongeee]

2nd year sebek is demanded by the mirror and transferred to a different dorm.

By extension, first years are transferred with him forcefully or willingly by the mirror.

you have the yapping ability i don't go crazy crocodile fan

Yapping >:D

So in this case I'm assuming the first(second?) years get into some sort of shenanigans which end up with them intruding on the first year ceremony thing.

Sebek, somehow, ends up in front of the mirror. (Don't ask, Deuces cauldron is an absolute WEAPON).

So, the mirror, as usual, sorts Sebek.

Except, unlike what everyone was expecting, he did not end up in Diasomnia again. (I know fourth years usually don't stay inside the school but for plot purposes they wanted to stay and see for one last time).

Instead, Sebek ends up in heartslabyul. Everyone is shocked, mouths agape. Diasomnia feel completely thrown off.

Ace, being like 'no way!' Puts himself in front of the mirror to see if there is any change. Lo and behold, ovtavinelle. The housewardens who stayed are staring because this has never happened before.

They subsequently realise it's a permanent change because a magic school has probably got some fancy magic designations on the pen. They try get resorted but nothing.

So the two new octavinelle and heartslabyul second years sit down in shocked silence. It's a big change and it seems so far they can't reverse it. The others having learned their lessons stay away from the mirror.

However, just when they think it's over the room doesn't let them out. Apparently, they have to be sorted because of some magical terms.

So all the new second years end up being relocated to different dorms.

My ideas:

Ace: Octavinelle

Deuce: Scarabia

Sebek: Heartslabyul

Jack: Pomefiore

Epel: Heartslabyul

(Not really including Ortho because he would NOT change let's be fr)

Then as the year continues, the second years get used to their new dorms, realise maybe it was for the better.

Dia 3 and Sebeks relationship definitely becomes a bit strained, Silver had expected he'd have Sebek to support him as vice and he's left floundering. Sebek thinks they are disappointed in him because they never send him any messages or visit unlike with Silver (they just think he hates them.)

Despite the sadness Sebek flourishes, the strict rules of heartslabyul under Riddle aligning with his personality. Also, being away from the expectations he believes Diasomnia have for him allows him to develop some different interests and hobbies. Also, since Riddle is already used to Sebek through their club it's not too jarring of a change (I'm lying, he cried.)

For Epel, I just thought it funny from going to one rigid and rule focused dorm to another. He wouldn't have to control his accent and stuff like that but he'd definitely be tearing his hair out at the rules.

Jack, would just work well in Pomefiore I think, ballet and dance are amazing workouts after all.

Deuce, I think he'd mesh well with Kalim and even Jamil to be fair. It's also a completely new experience and with Jamils help maybe he could start realising his dream of being a top student.

Ace >:)

Ace and his smug little smirk fits in with the fish mafia, him and Floyd already know eachother from club, he'd get used to the teasing (he has an older brother he'll be fine). I just assigned him based on his scammer vibes, Ace would try sell me a second hand car with sawdust in it and I just think that's worthy of being part of the fish mafia.

Yippee, that's what I could think of, off the top of my head, I'll probably expand on it later.

[mymindcreatedthis]

You Earned This 18+

Reader x Niamh Charles

Plot: Reader rewards Niamh for playing good in the game.

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Daddy Kink, clit teasing, squirting, R doming Niamh, Niamh Receiving, Niamh Begging, Dirty Talk, Leg Trapping, Rough Sex, unprotected sex, multiple Creampies, Anal, Spanking, Face Grinding, Fingering, Bulge Teasing, Hickys, Flirting, Positions: Standing Up, Missionary, On Side, Cowgirl, reverse Cowgirl

Word count: 5.5K

*Y/n's Pov*

It was game day. I wake up to my alarm blaring at 8:30 am. I roll over and turn off my alarm. Niamh rolls over and wraps her arm around my waist. There was only one bed so me and her were sharing a bed but we didn't care.

"Mmm what time is it?" She asks in her sexy raspy morning voice.

"8:30 am. Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you up." I say.

"Mmm it's okay, I was in and out of sleep anyways." Niamh says.

I smile and peck her lips. Me and Niamh are best friends but are kind of friends with Benefits, Niamh grabs my neck and pulls me back down kissing me deeply.

I smirk against her lips and make out with her kissing her back. I hum against her lips.

"Mm we have to get ready." I say. Niamh cutely groans in annoyance, I giggle at her. I get up and go into the bathroom, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.

I come back into the room and bite my lip as I see the sight of a naked Niamh in front of me getting dressed.

I bite my lip and check out her ass, Niamh giggles and shake her ass a bit. "Mmm daddy see something she likes?" She asks seductively.

I nod and smirk. "Yeah such a sexy tight ass." I smirk, I squeeze her ass a bit and slap it.

"Hurry up babe. We gotta get ready and head down for breakfast." I say.

Niamh nods, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and hair, we out our shoes on and walk down to breakfast hand in hand.

We get our food and join the girls. We had a game against Spain today, I put my AirPod in as I eat my food entering game mode.

We all finish breakfast and get on the bus, we leave and head to the stadium.

We get warmed up and start doing stretches, Spain was sending us glares as they walk onto the field.

The game starts, during the 20th minute I get the ball and dribble it up field, I nut meg Athena and Alexia and slam my foot into the ball. The ball flies past the goalkeeper and flies into the back of the net making the score 1-0.

The girls all run over to me and we celebrate. Niamh hugs me and pecks my cheek. "Nice goal baby."

I smile and blush a bit, we get back into our positions and continue the game. 60th minute rolls around I get the ball again and score a second time making the score 2-1.

The girls celebrate and hug me. Niamh hugs me. "Nice goal baby, 4 more of those and I'll reward you later tonight." I say.

"W-we still need to win. Mmmm stop teasing." Niamh pouts.

I giggle, i pecks her lips and run off heading back to my spot on the field.

We finish the game, I score the final goal. Making the score 5-4. Spain was doing good and made it a good game, I hug the Spain players and tell them good game and that they played very well.

As we are walking back to the locker rooms i smirk and grab Niamh's ass.

"Nice goals baby. Your ass looks great in this kit." I say nip Niamh's ear. I place my hand on her ass, I smirk and squeeze her ass.

Niamh moans as I grab and squeeze her ass. "Thank you baby. You played a good game too." Niamh says.

I smile, I wrap my arm around her shoulder. We walk into the locker room and go to our lockers. I smirk, and get an idea. I grab my phone and text Niamh.

Me: Wait to shower baby. Let the team shower first I wanna shower with you 🤤😘

Niamh: Yes Daddy.

I look at Niamh, I smirk and wink at her. Niamh blushes darkly and bites her lip. The team showers or is already dressed and heading back to the hotel, there was just a few of us left in the locker room. Soon it was just me and Nimah left, I strip my clothes and so does she.

We grab our towels and hit the showers. We shower together and get dressed, I pin Niamh assist the lockers while she gets dressed and make out with her. Niamh is shocked and starts kissing back

"Mmm you played amazing baby. I think when after dinner you deserve 5 creampies." I say as I squeeze her ass.

Niamh moans as I squeeze her ass. "F-Five?" She cutely asks stuttering a bit.

"Yeah 5 baby. You played so well today." I say and kiss her neck.

I giggle, as she blushes darkly. We get dressed and we head back to the hotel. We get back to the hotel, and go to the cafe for dinner. We get dinner and sit at a table with Leah, Millie, Jess, Lauren, Rachel and Mary.

Niamh slips off one of her slides and starts teasing my inner thigh with her food as we eat. I blush a bit, I bite my lip and look up at her. Niamh bites her lip and moves her foot up to my crotch and rubs my bulge over my shorts.

I bite my lip to keep in my moans as she continues to rub and tease my bulge over my shorts. I smirk and shake my head, Niamh smirks and winks at me.

We continue to eat our food, after we eat dinner we watch film and take notes then go back up to our rooms. Niamh and I go back up to our room. I unlock the door and open it and we go in our room. Niamh closes the door behind us and locks it. As soon as Niamh closes the door behind us and locks it I immediately pin her against the door and start making out with her.

Niamh is shocked at first but starts kissing back. I slip her shirt and sports bra and toss them off to the side, Niamh makes out with me and slips my Shirt and sports bra off and tosses them off to the side as well.

I smirk and pin her against the wall and continue to make out with her.

*Niamh's Pov*

I giggle and moan as she kisses my neck down to my chest she kisses and sucks in my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she does this, Y/n kisses down to my chest she kisses and suck on my chest and boobs leaving hickys.

Y/n lowers herself and gets on her knees, she kisses from my chest down to my stomach and toned abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

She kisses from my stomach and abs down to my shorts. I bite my lip as she kisses my clothes pussy, I was soaking wet. "Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan and massage my boobs, Y/n playfully tugs at the waistBand of my shorts silently asking for permission. "Take them off." I say.

Y/n slides my shorts and panties down my legs and tosses them off to the side. Y/n kisses and sucks on my thighs leaving a few hickys.

"Y-Y/n please don't T-Tease. I need you." I say begging.

"Mmm yeah baby?" She asks swiping her finger up my folds collecting my juices with her finger. "Fuck baby you're soaking wet.... How long have you been like this?"

"...3 days." I say and blush darkly in embarrassment.

"Mm why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" Y/n asks.

"Cause you were busy. I didn't want to bug you about it." I say quietly and blush darkly in embarrassment.

Y/n smirks and flips me around, I giggle and moan as she grabs the back of my neck gently and pins me against the wall. Y/n comes back up and rubs my clit with her fingers.

My breath hitches as she does this. I quietly moan. "Mmm you've got a fucking dump truck on you baby." Y/n sexily says squeezing and slapping my ass.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. "What do you want daddy to do baby?" Y/n asks. Her words made me weak and even more wet.

"M-Make me yours." I moan out, I didn't trust my words, I wanted her to fuck me so fucking bad. Y/n presses her front against my back, I bite my lip as I feel her bulge press/ rub against my ass.

Truth is I always wandered how big she was and I always fantasized about her fucking me. Y/n kisses the back of my neck, she trails kisses from the back of my neck down to my ass.

Y/n gets on her knees, she spreads my legs a bit. Y/n kisses my pussy and ass. I moan in pleasure as Y/n starts to eat out my ass from behind.

"F-Fuck." I moan, I push my ass back against her face as she continues to eat out my ass. Y/n slips a finger in my pussy and slowly starts fingering me as she continues to eat my ass.

Fuck I didn't know Y/n liked to eat ass, I was such a slut for anal. I wanted to feel her balls deep inside my ass. Y/n slips in a second finger and fingers me a bit faster as she goes to town and continues to eat my ass out like crazy.

I moan and grind against her face and fingers. "Fuck Y/n." I moan loudly in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to eat my ass and finger me faster.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Y/n baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure, Y/n continues to eat my ass as she fingers me faster and rubs my clit her thumb.

I gasp and moan, I can't take it anymore. I cum all over her fingers. Y/n helps me ride out my high, once I come down from my high Y/n pulls her fingers out of me. I lick and suck her juices off my fingers.

Y/n giggles, she kisses my ass and spanks me. She comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

Y/n flips us around I kiss her deeply and lower my hand and rub my bulge over her shorts as I kiss her. Y/n moans in the kiss as I rub her bulge over her shorts.

I grab the waist band of her shorts and  her shorts and boxers down her legs and toss them off to the side.

*Y/n's Pov*

I pick up Niamh and smash my lips against hers, Niamh kisses back. I push the top of my dick inside her and slowly sink her down on my dick. We both moan as Niamh sinks down on my dick and takes my length deep inside her.

"Mmm fuck, you're really deep in there." Niamh moans out in pleasure.

I smirk. "I'm gonna destroy your tight pussy." I say, I slowly slide Niamh up and down on my dick.

Niamh moans. "Mmm fuck." Niamh moans she scratches my back as I slide her up and down on my dick a bit faster.

"Mmm so tight and wet." I moan.

"Mmm fuck, feels so good." Niamh cries out in pleasure.

"Mmm make me your cum dumpster." Niamh moans.

"Mmm I bet you would love that. Wouldn't you? Huh slut? You wanna be my cum slut?"I ask teasing her.

Niamh moans. "Fuck yes please daddy. Please make me your free use slut, make me your personal cum dumpster."

I moan in pleasure and slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels so good. I don't think I can last much longer."

"Mmm fuck yes, give me your cum baby." Niamh moans.

"Yeah Charles? You a slut for daddy's cum? You want daddy's cum deep inside you?" I ask teasing her as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and harder.

My dick hits her g spot at an angle. "Mmm your cum slut." Niamh moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. "Mmm fuck daddy I'm close, ahh I'm squirting, I'm squirting." Niamh moans.

Niamh moans, I feel her shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dick and abs and on the ground.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." I say seductively.

*Niamh's pov*

Holy fuck this felt amazing. Y/n was balls deep inside me, god I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n whispers and nips my ear. Her words made me weak and made me super wet, she was so sexy when she is a Dom.

She was really deep in there, mmm she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me. I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her, I was close to cumming. I couldn't take it anymore I moan and throw my head back as I cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down her dick.

Me cumming sends Y/n over the edge, Y/n busts her load deep inside me. I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load. "O-Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of sticky cum deep inside me.

I sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me, Y/n cutely moans in my ear and nips my ear. Fuck she was till unloading her massive thick seed deep inside me,

"Mmm fuck, give me all your cum." I moan and dig my nails in her back as she comes down from her high. Cum still oozing and spurting inside me.

I moan. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside Me." I sexily moan. I smirk, "that was just the first load. I'm not done with you just yet." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

Creampie #1:

I feel Niamh cum all over me. Her cumming sends me over the edge, I bust my massive load deep inside her pussy. We both moan as I stuff her pussy full of cum.

Niamh moans and throws her head back as I fill her up with cum. Niamh moans and looks me feel in the eyes. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum deep inside me." She sexily moans.

"Mmm such a cum slut." I moan.

We both moan as I help her slide off my dick. Thick cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips into my dick and onto the ground. I set Niamh back on the ground. 

Niamh smirks, she makes out with me and walks me back to the bed, she lays me down in the bed and joins me.

Niamh smirks and straddles my lap. "I'm not done with you yet. I want your load deep inside my pussy." Niamh says seductively.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Niamh straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Niamh puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down on My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Niamh grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Niamh moans.

Me and Niamh both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Niamh moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Niamh moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Niamh moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Niamh moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Niamh moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Niamh, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Niamh says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Niamh as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Niamh asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Niamh grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Niamh baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Niamh moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as o continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Niamh gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Niamh moans.

I help Niamh ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Niamh closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze out of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Niamh moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

"Mmm such a good girl. You played so well you earned this." I say rubbing her cum glazed clit.

Niamh moans and shudders as I do this. "Thank you daddy. Ive been such a good girl."

I smirk, Niamh lays on her side. and spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy.

Niamh scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Niamh moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Niamh moans.

*Niamh's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as  feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Niamh giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Niamh moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Niamh cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

" mmm fuck." Niamh moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Niamh ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

Niamh giggles, she lays in Missonary and runs a finger through her cum filled pussy/ folds. "Got two more rounds left? Or is daddy all tapped out?"

I smirk. "Yeah I still owe you two more rounds baby girl.

Niamh giggles and spreads her legs. I smirk and rub my tip through her cum glazes folds.  I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby."

"M-Move." Niamh moans.

I rest my head against Niamh's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Niamh's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."

*Y/n's pov*

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Niamh cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

" mmm fuck." Niamh moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Niamh ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

Niamh lays there panting and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed. I smirk and lay on the bed.

"Reverse cow girl baby." I say.

Niamh smiles, she joins me I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl.

Niamh moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it back in. Put it back in daddy." Niamh cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick back inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more." Niamh says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Niamh moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Niamh moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Niamh moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Niamh screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. we aren't stopping until you give me every last drop of cum."

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Niamh screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Niamh moans and shudders as I do this, Niamh moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "N-Niamh baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop don't stop." Niamh moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Niamh know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Niamh moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #5:

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Niamh moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Niamh. I help Niamh ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me." Niamh moans.

I smirk. "Good, hehe I stuffed you full." I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

We both smile and kiss again. Niamh grabs my hand, and leads me into the bathroom. We shower together and then fall asleep. We wake up, we shower together again. We get ready for the day we get dressed, brush our teeth and hair and get breakfast and coffee together.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #11 The Ice Prince

Imagine dis….

 The plot is always Clockwork reversing Danny’s age to a toddler’s or a child’s age to be found in the grimy alley of Gotham City, to fix a broken family, an overdue vacation, or is it because it was meant to be? But what if they found a child who is nothing more than a mere babe?

 …

 War has consequences whether you are on the right side or not, consequences will come up to you. Death, injury, sexual violence, hunger, disease, and disability are some of the most dangerous physical repercussions of war, while PTSD, despair, and anxiety are some of the emotional consequences.

 Danny experienced all, from the physical damages he had taken to protect his citizen to the emotional as well the phycological effects that will haunt his mind throughout his immortal life.

Jack and Maddie Scientists and the GIW had done it, waging war against the Infinite realms.

 Using ectoplasm, the very being that they have despised to use as weapons to aim and maim.

 Humans tend to hate and fear what they don’t understand.

 In this case, fear caused this war.

 Unlike in the history books whose wars started due to greedy politicians or even the thrill or greed to attain new land, this war was caused by fear.

 The fear of the unknown.

 At 16 years of age, Danny is crowned and alongside his trusted friends as well as his former enemy Vlad Masters all gathered their things and went back to the Infinite Realms to prepare for war.

 At 16 Danny witnessed the horrors as well witnessing the lines humans will cross to satisfy their greed.

 Each day that Danny is planning or even fighting alongside his friends, family, and even ex-rogues for their home and the universe’s and multiverse’s balance, he would feel the pain, sorrow, and sadness of each of his citizens who were captured or even used to be the battery to be used against their people.

 At 16 Danny watched his very own parents, Jack and Maddie, cut open their former best friend to better understand ghost biology all in the name of ecto- science.

 Danny saw the betrayal and grief as well Vlad’s vulnerable state on how Maddie, the kind and caring Maddie whom he fell in love with, do such cruel things to innocent blobs of ghosts, do such inhumane things to him. Cutting him open like a frog in a dissection table, using large hooks to keep the two skin that were cut to show his ribcage, apart to keep them from healing.

 At 16 Danny joined the war alongside Frostbite, Pandora, Dora, and many more. Even Dan and Dani had joined him on the front lines to fight their parents to fight their inventions, their creations, the agents...etc, as well as rescuing many, many ghosts who were captured before this war even started.

 The first one to fall was his beloved sister Jasmine No-Name, who captured and was taken to the basement at the household of the Fenton’s. Each scientist kept drawing blood and kept poking her with needles to “cure” their daughter from any form of ectoplasm possession or mind control. Despite being liminal she was still mortal, freeing the innocent ghosts that were cruelly captured and caged by their parents destroying the lab, taking the blueprints, the weapons, and even the portal at the cost of her own life.

 Brother and sister, together as friends, ready to face whatever life sends.

 Next, was Sam Manson, her mentor Undergrowth and her going to the annex side of the building to create a massive distraction for the rest of their allies to destroy this particular lab as the lab that they were about to destroy is a cornerstone of the ongoing battery flow between the agents thus making this mission top priority. Blood Blossoms were involved causing great pain to both ghosts, as the agents were getting closer, they heard the explosion in the direction of the targeted lab, they were successful, and now all that is left is to retreat. But the pain as well as their inability to move is impossible and even more impossible to fight off the remaining agents who were exclaiming and shouting about the destroyed lab. With what little strength Sam had left in her, she stood up and commanded the plants to rescue Undergrowth as without him nature and flora would have died alongside him. As she saw the silhouette of her mentor/ father she made her last stand as one of the few friends of Danny now her King.

 Last to fall is Tucker Foley, his best friend, leading an army made out of entirely Egyptian culture. Being the right hand of the High King as he led another attack towards their government not only did their government bury their heads in the sand, but instead of diplomacy they have chosen to continue this war. As they were fighting by each other side, Tucker noticed an agent creeping closer to his King/ friend whose head was turned and busy due to the number of agents that kept him busy and unguarded. Tucker Foley did what any friend would do in that situation; he took the bullet aimed fatally at his best friend. Danny seeing that his best friend had just turned limp released his ghostly wail that contains his anger, sadness, grief, and horror as he cradles the body of his best friend as he held his last breath in the arms of his King and friend.

 We’re more than friends but less than a couple

 The government was getting desperate as each day the “ghosts” kept pushing them into a corner as their numbers dwindle each second while the other side’s army kept growing each passing day.

 Didn’t you know, A cornered animal is almost as dangerous as a wounded one?

 A Nuke, they have created a nuke. A nuke that has the combination of Blood blossoms as good ectoplasm as fuel and weapon, that was aimed and trajected to the Infinite Realms.

 But, who spoiled their plans?

 Blobs of ghosts gathered at the hidden base of humans and set off the nuke at their base.

 Blobs that were rescued by Princess Jasmine of the Infinite Realms.

 They didn’t expect the aftermath of such a weapon.

 The shockwave didn’t just end their world’s dimension but it reached the Infinite Realms almost wiping them out, it wasn’t for their King, Danny, who took the brunt of the aftermath and shock to protect the Infinite Realms where his remaining family reside.

 As a result, his form and core almost crack at the mere pressure, and result, Clockwork as his last card to protect Danny from disappearing for eternity turned him into a baby whose age could be merely a month old.

 Now that horrid dimension was gone, permanently, it is now up to the ancients and ex-rouges as well the rest of his family to raise Danny to the best of their abilities as he, Danny Nightgale is the bridge as well the very representation between the two worlds.

 The yetis that have lived in Far Frozen went and found a perfect dimension that has ectoplasm for their young King’s ghost half and human needs for his human half.

 Building a small castle made out of ice in the deepest part of the Arctic region, complete with rooms as well as things that will keep their young King’s attention in case he ever be bored.

 …

 Between the time they thought of settling down in the new dimension, in the DC universe, it had been thousands of years since the ascension of the High King Phantom. For those who have participated in the war it has been only a few months while in DC it has been thousands of years, to the point each magician in the JLD and Shazam knew about King Phantom, his benevolence and mercy shows no bounds. King Phantom who was a ward of the Master of Time and defeated the Pariah Dark to end his tyranny.

 …

 Alarms blared throughout the base of the JL and everyone was at the edge of their seats seeing that the alarm originated from the Fortress of Solitude, the base of Superman containing all the knowledge from his planet Krypton.

…

 Superman alongside Batman flew to the Artic to find out who trespassed, Superman fears the knowledge of Krypton falling into the wrong hands.

 As they were searching around the Fortress of Solitude, they came across a castle made entirely out of ice, Superman tried to look through it but received a headache the moment he tried to use it.

 With no choice left, both Batman and Superman went inside the castle to investigate.

 Passing through a large double door greeted them a large spiral-shaped staircase with the finest designs out of ice. Decorations and sculptures that decorate each nook and cranny of the castle are made out of ice that has the finest details to be mistaken as the real things. The largest chandelier hangs above them that seems to sparkle each passing second due to the little sun that bounces off each glass/ice. That creates the illusion of twinkling stars.

 Hearing footsteps from afar made both Batman and Superman hide in the closet that contains the cleaning supplies, looking through the smallest of cracks, they saw ice-shaped people that have sculpted hair and eyes but no mouth or nose wearing maid and butler outfits carrying books, toys and large folded sheets of clothes.

 All going in the opposite direction of which they have hidden.

 After making sure that those footsteps were no longer heard both Batman and Superman got out of their hiding place and went further deep the castle to investigate further.

 As they are walking along the endless hallways, they suddenly heard a small humming of a tune coming from another large double door with designs of space and stars embedded on the door.

 Peeking through a cracked door there they saw two green-skinned humanoid creatures with dragon-like features looking down, cooing, and humming to something. Due to their large size, they couldn’t see what they were looking for but after a few minutes, one of the human-dragon people turned off the lights and revealed their large wings, gave a few flaps and flew out alongside their companion using the large windows made from the most beautiful stained glass as an exit.

 Making the coast clear Batman was the first to go inside the room while Superman looked for the switch to turn on the lights. Through his cowl, Batman tried to guess the room that their two unexpected guests could have.

 The moment Batman’s eyes adjusted due to the sudden light invading his sight they immediately flabbergasted at the room could be.

 A playroom, complete with safety mats and toys that are either made from ice or silk.

 Looking around there they saw at the very center, a crib made out of glaciers with a space-themed mobile that seemed to spin around above the crib while releasing, looking closer there they saw a few months old human children, if the physical appearance of the child could go by.

 Black hair with the faintest of freckles across his face accompanied by his light skin that can be mistaken as dead.

 Warped in the finest silks as blankets while wearing some sort of Greek clothing as a means to cover the child.

 Fearing that the child was dead Batman turned to Superman to silently ask whether the child has a heartbeat or not.

 Superman stated that the child has a heartbeat a bit slow for his life but a heartbeat none less.

 Superman picks up the child with the resolve to return to the JL base to give the child a full check-up as well as to return him to his rightful parents.

 Batman countered that the humanoid-dragon-like people could be his parents but before Superman could even counter his claim flaps of wings were heard from a distance.

 In a panic, both Superman and Batman fled the room unknowingly carrying the infant.

 …

 At the JL base, Batman is scolding Superman for taking what could be a human-like dragon people’s child. Superman may have countered that the child he was carrying has no features from either of the possible parent and could be a kidnapped infant from the earth so that those humanoid dragons could play house.

 The Green Lanterns try to look for any planet that could be the origin of those dragon people, while the rest of the League are split in siding with Superman or Batman.

 With each passing second the volume of their argument kept getting higher and higher thus waking the infant still on Superman’s arm.

 Blue eyes like the sky and ice greeted them as the infant yawned as of saying that they have disturbed his nap time.

 Flash who was vibrating on his skin to coo at the child immediately ran up to Superman to take the infant.

 But the moment Danny saw the faintest amount of electricity that was being emitted from the Flash immediately started to wail.

 Loud but not loud enough to level the JL base, every JL member present with enhanced hearing covered their ears instinctively due to the noise the unbearable noise.

 Batman immediately snatched the child from Superman’s arm and began calming the child.

 After calming down the infant till he is only whimpering a very pale Constantine, Dr. Fate and Zattana burst into the meeting room scanning each nook and cranny till their eyes landed on the child that was still whimpering in Batman’s arms.

 Constantine demanded why on earth they have a child from the Infinite Realms and began to panic.

 As Constantine was out of commission for panicking Dr, Fate explained what the Infinite Realms is.

 As they were about to get back the child to where the ice castle was located another alarm blared at the JL base.

 Cyborg who was immediately typing across the computer for further explanation as see whether they have another world-ending threat made them double take.

 A blue-skinned man whose hair is unbound by gravity and floats upwards as if it was flames accompanied by two more people.

 One who looks like a vampire removing the avoidance of the sun as well adding a blue tone to his skin. Another looks like a female version of the first one aside from the green eyes and dark skin tone.

Zattana stuttering asked herself in a whispering voice why on earth King Phantom is destroying government facilities alongside the Count Masters as well the Princess of the Infinite Realms in the human world.

 Each time they demolish a facility down to the dust and rubbles they began scanning the area for what?

 A clapping and sound removed them from the carnage shown on the screen and saw the infant still in Batman’s arms reaching toward the people on the screen.

 Constantine mumbled something and began looking at the screen and the infant, and started widening his eyes as if he had just connected the dots.

 A union between a human and a ghost are unheard of but the fact that no new life/ afterlife was introduced since Pariah Dark made every life/ ghost in the Realms are now precious.

 But the resemblance between King Phantom and the infant in Batman’s arms is uncanny and so Constantine reached a possible conclusion alongside Dr. Fate.

 Superman just kidnapped the child of King Phantom.

…

PS: If someone out there wanting to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

[colubrina]

I'm most certainly curious what you're thinking about doing for the Pygmalion rewrite!

I'M NOT SURE. It's just that there are so many fics getting picked up, it seems like I should at least outline some ideas to send to my agent as a possible dark romance where the heroine starts out as a goody-two-shoes and ends up as the dark queen of the world with a sociopathic magician devoted to her. And I went back and read all of "book 1" and did a reverse outline, noting all the plot points AND LET ME TELL YOU THERE IS NOT A LOT OF PLOT IN THE START OF THAT. It's very fanfiction, in the best "this relies on the reader knowing canon and the tension comes from how canon is changed" ways and also in the "when in doubt, toss in some sex" ways. And SO MUCH of the conflict is basically magical racism, which I can't tackle outside of fic, so I have to basically CREATE A PLOT. I am thinking maybe 'locked room' murder mystery. Also, gotta cut the BDSM stuff because I am not going 50 Shades of Grey. Nope.

[ohwormwood]

random thoughts i have while playing isat pt. 7

[woe, spoilers be upon ye!]

opened the game and immediately went "im gonna make odile question my sanity!!!" but of course when i enter the house Siffrin decides to turn the scripted tutorial enemy into bean paste and ruins the run--

anyways. this panel will haunt me

i. i dont even know how but. I beat the king without him ever getting a chance to make his first attack. i just kept spamming slow and two jackpots later he was dead. i didn't even knoiw that was possible.

after a bit of fucking around i decided that i was gonna move on to act 5 and promptly burst into tears

update: i accidentally posted this too early dont look at me

sat and cried through the entirety of the party's interactions in act 5

screaming crying throwing up

even the king took one look at this dude and was like "are you good man like, you can take a rest before we do this you're literally about to topple over"

that post where odile says the oven copypasta during the mal du pays scene has permanently altered my brain and i literally laughed out loud when this line appeared

i haven't talked about it before but. a while ago i made a concept for a game based off the backrooms and omori, and odile talking about someone who is forgotten may not exist is the basis for the entire game's plot, it makes me want to go back and flesh it out a bit more!!!

i am deadset on the idea of making an edit with mirabelle's reflection craft but it's an uno reverse card

simultaneously in my brain: an edit where the sound mirabelle's reflection craft makes is the metal pipe meme

i am. such a fucking sucker for sickfics. i cannot get enough of them. act 5 has enough sickfic tropes to make a million spinoff fics on its own, it brings me life and i love it dearly

wailing

this line sends me into orbit every time i see it

odile attacking siffrin. hurts so, so so badly on an emotional level for me. Because like??? i get it. i get it and it sucks and she obviously doesn't want to, but she's scared. But siffrin is even more scared in that moment, and the immediate association of that pain with being hated by odile hurts me so much.

YEAHHHH ODILE GIRLBOSS SUPREME

they're so soft and squishy and cute in this image i c a n t

incoherent WAILING. this. this image. this image just about broke me. THEYRE SO HAPPY and RELIEVED, IT HURTS,,,

the tone shift to talking to the party afterwords is still so funny to me HJBDFBSBFH like lookit him. hes so smol. so silly.

we're kidnapping bonnie guys it's official

my honest reaction to this line: LESBIANS??????

and then she hits me with:

AND I LOST IT

more silly guy siffrin,,,,, my favorite

aaaa aAAAAAAAAAAA

ISABEAU'S SPRITE CHANGING TO BE DOING A HAPPY DANCE AFTER THE CONFESSION IS SOOOOO CUTE WAAA

bonnie and odile clapping for isabeau confessing will never not be funny but ALSO it implies the bonnie knew about Isa's crush. and i for one personally believe that they picked up on it from Odile's relentless teasing of Isabeau as the #1 Isafrin shipper

mirabelle: wait you had a crush on sif?????? and i didn't know????

my roommate, who is ace: this is the aroace experience for real,,,

literally all of the second interactions with Isabeau had me and my roommate SCREAMING

HOWLING LAUGHING

OK I NEVER KNEW???? THAT SIFFRIN TOLD ISABEAU ABOUT THE BAD TOUCH EVENT?????? IN CANON???? I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS A FANON THING BUT THEY ACTUALLY ADDRESS IT IN GAME AND???? ISA'S REACTION HAD ME ON THE FLOOR

siffrin: i kissed you once,,,,

isa:

the words "im being perfectly normal about this" is something i say on a daily basis so i relate to this wholeheartedly

AYO???????? ISA WHEN DID YOU BECOME SO SMOOTH????

this. this image. made my jaw hit the GODDAMN FLOOR. I WAS NOT MENTALLY PREPARED FOR IT AT ALL AND BOTH ME AND MY ROOMMATE S C R E A M E D WHEN WE SAW IT

LIKE???? HOLY FUCK SIF JESUSSSSSSSSSSS CHRIST???? how did isabeau not implode on the spot from that look bro howwwwwwwwwww

AND THEN. AS IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE MY HEART START SOBBING. ISA BLOWS YOU A KISS???? AAAA???

annnnd scene!

i will continue playing to get some of the different loop endings and i totally plan on doing two hats in the future!!! so im not quite done with this game yet i just got impatient in act 4 and i needed the Emotional Catharsis of Act 5

[dandylovesturtles]

Does the movie still happen in SideLines AU? \

Yes! Though it would be radically different and I haven't thought much about how exactly events would play out. Leo already got his character development, though, so someone else would be the driving force of the story. Probably Raph, or maybe Mikey?

Ooooo, actually, idea for a very Raph and Mikey centric movie plot: Mikey wants to prove himself but Raph keeps trying to protect him (because he has even more ptsd about not protecting his brothers with what happened to Leo) that they are the ones fighting in the beginning, and Raph's inability to trust Mikey is what leads to the key being stolen. And the way to win is for Raph and Mikey to reconcile their differences, with Raph acknowledging that Mikey is as strong as the rest of them and he needs to trust him, and Mikey acknowledging that his brother's help isn't meant to be a sleight but is there out of love.

I'd have to think about this a lot more to give you, like, a chain of events. I actually had a completely different answer ready for this and then thought of that while I was typing lol.

As for what I was going to say, while I'm not sure exactly how the movie events go down in Sidelined AU, I do have some idea of how it changes the bad future timeline.

By the point where the timelines diverge, Leo is recovered as fully as he ever will, able to walk around the lair most days and even go out on missions, provided he's careful and knows his limits. He still uses a range of mobility aids, given how he feels on any particular day, including the wheelchair for bad days or days where he knows he would be walking more than he could otherwise handle, but he's still relatively active.

The Krang invasion reverses a lot of this. As supplies dwindle, Leo starts suffering from malnutrition and a lack of sleep, and doesn't have access to medicine to help with the pain and fatigue, which takes a big toll on his body. Also, he really overdoes it and pushes himself too hard in the early days of the invasion, which accelerates his decline. By the time Casey is old enough to remember things, Leo is entirely wheelchair bound and doesn't often leave the base, only using his portals when he needs to to evacuate members of the resistance or help civilians.

He is still very much Master Leonardo - he's highly respected in the resistance, and anyone who wants to look down on him for his disability (or for being a turtle) either learns quickly or dies. However, he's not Casey's teacher in this timeline, instead leaving that to Raph and sometimes Donnie and Mikey. So Raph is Sensei now, and Leo is Master Leonardo or just Uncle Leo.

Leo takes over most of the care of Casey after his mom dies, since he's always at base, only sometimes sending Casey to Donnie or another adult when he's particularly busy (he's still the guy in the chair here, and also handles a lot of the day to day running of the resistance). Sometime early on, Donnie builds Leo a new chair that either hovers or has some other way of mitigating rough terrain (spider arms maybe?), and he frequently lets Casey ride on it. Even as Casey gets older, hanging off Leo's chair as they move around the base is second nature to him.

Casey was so used to Leo only being in his chair he was a little shocked on coming back to the past and seeing that Leo walks fairly frequently. He also grabbed onto Leo's chair sometimes out of habit, which made younger Leo tense up initially; something they eventually work through as they get closer.

Though all four turtles make it longer in the invasion than I usually headcanon (since I usually think of Raph as dying while CJ was too young to really remember him), they do still die, and Leo is the first to go. Casey is about 11 or 12 when this happens. When the Krang finds their base while the others are gone, Leo tells Casey he loves all of them and then portals him and the other non-combatants to safety, giving his all to hold the Krang back and give them a chance to escape. After that, Raph (who was already close to Casey anyway as his teacher and another of his uncle-dads) took over as the main adult looking out for him, and started taking him out on missions.

I'm not sure what happens next but I think it's Donnie who goes next, and then Raph and Mikey's deaths playing out the same way Leo and Mikey did in the movie. Especially since that goes with what I was saying above: Raph in the future comes to see and accept Mikey as an equal rather than someone to baby, foreshadowing what their relationship will become under happier circumstances.

Thanks for the ask!

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

So, I had a long break where I got my private life in order, returned to tumblr rp and have a much better time than before. Mainly because I changed how I approached rp. I used to be a chronological writer until everyone on tumblr claimed that was lame and boring. But honestly, if you can just skip all the relationship growing and any and all character development in general… why write at all? Why not just Chat GPT to write you a scene you want? Threads and partners were dropped all the time by me or my opposite to simply start a new thread and act like the old thread ended on a good note. Which made me despise some rps. So now? Back to chronological order of writing from the beginning to end, the “boring” parts become build up and are often not boring at all. I don’t plot ships anymore. They happen, partner and I follow a general plot that has zero to do with romantic shipping, and if while on the path something develops? Great! If not? Also great cause we got character development and other dynamics out of it! Only following people I really want to rp with. No more feeling pressured into following everyone because else someone might talk bad about me. I have my friends irl now, I don’t need like or follower numbers to boost my confidence. Having fewer people I follow is also great because my partners don’t get drowned out in the masses of posts I don’t care for. I started to do something I call reverse reblog karma. I only reblog memes I would have no issue sending every single rp partner I have. And also get from every partner I have. No smutty/shippy memes that make only realistically any sense for like one mutual and then whine about not getting memes. I also allow people to reblog from me, and when I see the notification, I send them a meme from it. And usually, I got one or more memes sent myself anyway. Sending non shippy, sfw, or headcanon memes should be easy. I don’t always turn all into a thread, because sometimes it is a “what if” scenario, but my mutuals know about that. The idea that people first need to do something for you before you ever reach out to them is what created a lot of coldness. I am scared of approaching people too, I am scared of rejection. But still, I am writing more and more higher quality stuff with nice people than ever.

[kallamars-spouse]

In defense of my wife…

Disclaimer: I use she/her pronouns for Kallamar. Why? That’s a transfemme lesbian squid and she told me that while I killed her with a warhammer. 

I am also viewing this following essay through the lenses of the Bishops and their family and how they treat each other. This isn’t a defense of how they treat mortals, and isn’t about anything beyond Gods at all.

I understand why Kallamar would tell the Lamb to kill Shamura instead of her. I also think there’s more nuance to it than “omg she would sell out Shammy!” when Shamura is absolutely not blameless. None of the Bishops are. I’m the Bishops’ BIGGEST fan, but I’m not going to act like their family isn’t dysfunctional as all Hell. Now, let’s start from the top. 

The age order from eldest to youngest is Shamura, Kallamar, Narinder, Heket, and Leshy. We can tell in the game that Shamura’s favorite was Narinder simply due to the fact they still love him, refused to kill him when we know it’s possible, and kickstarted an entire extinction of a species to ensure he would never be free- but that he would be alive. 

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From Narinder’s dialogue, we can deduce that he hates Kallamar the most. 

“Kallamar was always a coward. This land is a better place now her pathetic, sniveling carcass is nothing more than a mound of rotting flesh.“

This isn’t elaborated upon, but his words after her death are downright the most vicious. Narinder says that his older sister was ALWAYS a coward.

Shamura also says this about Kallamar, and as the eldest they would’ve known her longer than Narinder has.

“Kallamar was always frightened of the Red Crown. Yes, fear made a coward of her.”

This implies that not only was Kallamar not always what we see her as, but that Shamura believes her to be afraid of the Red Crown itself. Yet, this is what Kallamar says.

“It seems you cannot be stopped by disease or hunger. And he sends you back from death stronger each time. Please know, it was not my idea to cast out the Red Crown! The other Bishops, my siblings, the blame lies with them. Please, I beg you, spare me. Kill Shamura, but do not send me to my death. Do not send me to him!”

Kallamar acknowledges that neither she nor Heket could stop the Lamb, and that she doesn’t believe she could win against them. That’s why she begs for mercy. 

She states that locking Narinder up wasn’t her idea.

At this point in the story if you kill them in the canon order, Leshy and Heket are already dead. Kallamar throwing them under the bus does not matter, as she knows they are dead. 

Lastly, Kallamar expresses fear over Narinder. The Red Crown isn’t what scares her. Death isn’t what scares her. It is Narinder himself.

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Shamura is the one who made the call to lock Narinder up, as they directly state themself.

“Though no longer wise, I am no fool. I know the end draws near. I can take some comfort in confession. The blame hangs heavy 'round my neck. I introduced him to ideas of change; for my domain is knowledge, and it is ever evolving. An organic state of being for myself, but for him… most unnatural. Death cannot flow backward. It was I who had him chained. Forced into subjugation by the four of us.”

It was not a group decision. It was Shamura’s word, and their siblings obeyed them without question. They blame themself, as they’re the one who was letting him “explore” his domain. Since it’s implied that reversing death (for example, resurrection) is heresy, only then did they step in. I assume after this, perhaps Shamura plotted to chain him, Narinder discovered, and that’s why he struck first. Or he directly attacked due to Shamura and the others “turning against him”, and that’s why he was imprisoned. We aren’t told exactly. 

All we know is the Bishops have injuries, but Narinder does not. There’s no way in Hell that he could take them on all at the same time, nor that he could beat Shamura or Kallamar. Both of them are more powerful than he is. You could argue that Kallamar wouldn’t fight back, but that would ignore her violence towards the Lamb (who she was terrified of). Shamura is the Bishop of War, and they wouldn’t have willingly let Narinder attack them. Heket sure as Hell wouldn’t have let Narinder get away unscathed if he attacked her head on. Leshy is the only one who wouldn’t have stood a chance.

This makes it seem like he stalked and attacked them while they weren’t aware. 

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So, we know why Narinder did what he did. He said he was betrayed. But we also know that it was Shamura’s idea to imprison him, so why did he target his entire family? 

This I believe was out of spite for Shamura themself, as they were obviously devoted to their siblings. 

They’re willing to fight the Lamb, knowing they’d be slaughtered, simply in the honor of the other three Bishops. 

They kept Narinder alive because they couldn’t bear to kill him. They even brought two innocent children to him so that he wouldn’t be “lonely”.

They already know what’s to come, but they still show up to Anchordeep to send enemies the Lamb’s way just to buy Kallamar more time to live.

They always appear by their siblings’ sides when they confront the Lamb, save for Kallamar. They still are there though, just in the background.

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Back to Kallamar. This squid could’ve hopped into the ocean and left. She chose not to, even though she was terrified. She doesn’t attempt to fortify the door to her temple. She flat out tells the Lamb where she’ll be. She has her weapons already on her by the time they arrive.

I just feel like if you don’t give a fuck, you wouldn’t do all that. Why is it just assumed that she is selfish and didn’t love her siblings? Because she was terrified and saying anything to avoid being sent to Narinder? 

Would you want to be sent to your abusive relative who despises you? 

Would you not feel a bit angry that your eldest sibling would choose to keep this absolute lunatic alive, even against common sense and the safety of yourself and your younger siblings.

Would you feel a sense of blind loyalty to someone who values your ABUSER over you? 

Kallamar was afraid of Narinder before he ripped her ears off. Why is that? You aren’t just terrified of somebody for no reason. 

The Lamb kills her younger siblings. 

Kallamar knows she will be sent straight to him, condemned to eternal suffering.

Like what are we expecting from her? “Ah yeah, this is fine. I’m fine. I’m not upset at all that my enabler of a sibling chose an abuser over me, refused to put him down after he revealed himself to be unhinged, and forced me and the others into a wild goose chase concerning sheep. I’m not at all bothered that my baby siblings have been slaughtered and that I’m next. Me personally? I’m chilling!”

🙄 Y’all always on this “Narinder redemption”, WHAT ABOUT KALLAMAR? Why isn’t she allowed grace? The Bishops aren’t good creatures, but neither is their brother. We should acknowledge that and acknowledge the nuance. 

This post was brought to you by my homoerotic devotion for Kallamar and my long history of living in an abusive, dysfunctional household. 

[goldenblu]

ohhh my gosh that whole mask sanji idea has me REELING. sanji gains emotions the hard way but he's constantly questioning if it's real or not, if it's still an act, if it has ever been an act, who is his loyalty to now, to his country or his crew? which family? and maybe stealth black has been a mask as well, maybe that cruel, apathetic assassin is a product of pretending for the vinsmokes- so is there anything left of him that is not hollow desire to play for affection?

even if there isn't. the strawhats will love every part of him they find. maybe it will be hard at first, maybe they will feel betrayed and lost and angry. but he is nakama, and a mask is still a product of skin and bone. he has always been capable of being sanji.

like no pressure to continue on this idea in fic form but my god, if you have any more thoughts on this or anything like it i would pay to see them <3 it's so beautiful

YOU. YOU GET IT.

asdksfja;lksjf sanji realizes that he’s come to see the strawhats as something more than a target, a tool to use and then cast away.

(he doesn’t dare to think the word family because that would be a betrayal of his real family, wouldn’t it? it would be an admission of his failure, and he refuses to be a failure.)

it’s all part of the act, he tells himself. it doesn’t mean anything. it won’t last.

but it doesn’t change the fact that he remembers all the strawhats’ favorite foods, that he knows how tell when chopper needs a little hot chocolate pick-me-up, that fighting back to back with zoro feels in sync and familiar in a way that it shouldn’t. all of these useless pieces of information and instincts that he shouldn’t have but does anyway.

so sanji panics—and isn’t that a new experience for him, panicking. every time the strawhats look at him, they see someone who doesn’t actually exist, shouldn’t exist. it makes him feel some emotion that he’s never felt before and can’t identify. it’s terrible; he can’t stand to be this person he’s not for any longer.

maybe he’s the one to reveal his true identity and goal to the strawhats. because he knows he’s in too deep; he needs to cut these ties himself and finish the mission he should have finished long ago.

or maybe it’s not up to him at all, maybe judge sends one of his brothers to find him because he’s taking too long. ichiji or whoever shows up on the sunny, gets a laugh out of sanji trying to play house on a boat, and then announces that sanji doesn’t need to pretend anymore, it’s time to deal the finishing blow and return home with whatever information he’s acquired.

however it happens, sanji does the whole “my name is vinsmoke sanji” speech from wci except it’s real this time, and that’s how the truth comes out. which is fine, it doesn’t matter what the strawhats think of him. it’s better this way, it’s better that they know where sanji’s true loyalties lie: with germa.

(right? this has always been an indisputable fact. so why does he feel so conflicted about it now?)

i don’t know how the plot would play out from here but later, when push comes to shove, sanji realizes at the very last minute that all he’s doing is exchanging one mask for another. he can’t go back to how things were before—his father won’t like that one of his perfect sons is compromised with such weaknesses, but more than that, sanji doesn’t want to be the emotionless third prince of germa anymore.

(the thought he won’t allow himself to think: maybe he never did.)

he never realized before that it was possible to have the freedom to choose, but he does now. so he pulls an uno reverse card and instead of betraying the strawhats, he betrays the only life he’s ever known and saves the strawhats instead, very publicly turning his back on the vinsmokes. the details of how exactly this happens escape me but let’s assume he’s successful in telling germa to fuck off. (for now, at least. i imagine this doesn’t last since judge would be unimaginably angry and go after him, but that’s a problem for later sanji.)

regardless, when it’s all said and done, sanji doesn’t expect the strawhats to allow him back onto the crew. he’s not a good person, he’s deceived and killed hundreds of people in cold blood. he lied to them, betrayed them, pretended to be someone he’s not. the strawhats know that now. by all rights, they should want to kill him. most people would. sanji would.

but they don’t. sanji doesn’t know what they see in him, but whatever it is, it’s enough for luffy accept him even after everything he’s done. admittedly, the rest of the crew still has their reservations; it’s clear enough that they’re hurt and angry and wary of him.

you broke our trust, nami tells him.

i know. sanji hesitates, and then says, i’m sorry.

it’s new to him, this feeling of guilt eating away at him, and he almost stumbles over the words. he’s never had to apologize before, not genuinely. stealth black doesn’t apologize. stealth black doesn’t feel regret.

but he’s not stealth black anymore. he’s someone else. he doesn’t know who, exactly, but he does know who he wants to be. black leg sanji, the man who only existed on this ship for these past few weeks/months, the man who was capable of caring and being cared for—sanji wants that to be real.

luffy’s giving you a chance to rebuild it, nami says. so don’t waste it.

it’s hard, at first. sanji has never not had to play a role before so now he’s confronted with the question: what parts of him are the result of the persona he puts on and what parts are truly sanji? he’s worn a mask in some form or another for so long—certain things are so ingrained in him that he can’t tell the difference anymore.

the next time he cooks dinner, he wonders: is this desire to feed his the crew real, or is it a leftover habit from black leg sanji? the next time he kills someone for going after the strawhats, he wonders: this ruthless capacity for violence, does that come from himself or from vinsmoke sanji?

but maybe it doesn’t matter where it came from because he can make it his. because nothing can take away the fact that for the first time, sanji is doing what he wants to do and not just what he’s told to do.

he says as much to luffy, who smiles and responds, i always knew you could do it.

and over time, the strawhats begin to trust him again. usopp stops being quite so nervous around him. nami starts working on her maps in the galley again, and this time sanji doesn’t have to lie when she asks him questions about the islands he’s been to. zoro tells him that he’d better not hold back during their spars, so sanji stops trying to hide it and lets his sharp edges stay sharp and dangerous and deadly. chopper learns the truth about sanji’s physical enhancements but it doesn’t stop him from worrying over him anyway, which makes sanji’s chest feel warm for some reason.

(and that’s a whole other thing—now sanj has to figure out how the fuck he’s supposed to deal with having emotions because holy shit do you people feel this way all the time?? it’s so much, it’s overwhelming.

he keeps having to ask: what is this feeling or that feeling or that feeling?? and everyone teaches him: fear. sadness. happiness. all things that sanji once thought were impossible for him to feel.)

he still struggles to balance kindness and cruelty sometimes—though he’s capable of feeling compassion now, it’s mainly only ever for the strawhats, and he’s still merciless to anyone he considers an enemy. in any case, his crew is there to support him, to help him figure out: who is he in the absence of everything that’s defined the last nineteen years of his life?

the answer? the cook of the strawhat pirates, sanji. just sanji. that’s who he is and who he’ll always be.

[aceartistactivist]

Okay here we go!

Things I would have changed/am confused about in tua season 4

- first of all, it needed 10 episodes. Not 6. Don't even need to change the storylines- just flesh it out. Add random filler stuff. Not one of the characters got a real character arc because they didn't have enough screen time to show it!!

- speaking of, Jean and Gene got way too much screen time. Like I don't care about them I want to see the actual main characters

- no mention of Sloane????? Nothing???? What about the other sparrows? Do they exist in this timeline?

- how were they still riding in that van after puking so much in it lol 😭

- wtf is up with the only mention of Ray being a throwaway line that he walked out on Allison??? Seriously wtf??

- also, if Lila's parents are alive and living with her & Diego... Uhhh... are they not gonna address the fact that Five killed her parents in the last timeline? Like with all the scenes they had together I felt like that should have come up... I guess maybe that was something they already got past sometime in the 6 years?

- I'm so confused about Abigail. I'm just so confused. What is up with her

- STILL NO EXPLANATION FOR THE WHOLE ALIEN THING??

- also five's weird arc in s3 where he gets the tattoo? I'm still so confused about that. What was the purpose of the tattoo? Why was that whole thing a thing? I'm just lost 😭 and the "restaurant at the end of the world" scene in s4 was not exactly helpful or forthcoming either

- not a fan of how Ben's original death was just Reginald shooting him. Also the whole "reverse element of the marigold" thing seemed like a random idea turned plot device that just could have been planned/set up better. I also didn't understand the whole Jennifer thing. Why did she have the element thing in her anyway? Why was she in that container? I need explanations please

- IS REGINALD EVIL OR NOT HELP HE KEEPS GOING BACK AND FORTH

- Just so many things that could have been fleshed out

- where did the notebook five found that was "in his own handwriting" even come from? What version of himself figured out the subway system and wrote the cipher?? So many questions

- speaking of, what IS the subway system. Where did it come from. Why- just- why. I'm so confused about how it even affects the plot at all (except for the very end with the kids & family members)

- five and lila were supposedly lost in time for 6 years but they didn't change at all?? I get that actors are not going to be able to visibly age 6 years in a week but really, they couldn't have tried to make it look more believable? Changed their hair, added makeup and stuff? And then when they got back and they looked exactly the same as when they'd left and certainly didn't act like they'd spent 6 years lost in time? Like you'd think something like that would be extremely noticeable lol... I was expecting the others to be like oh my god what happened to you? And then it was just on we go business as usual. Like they could have done a lot more to make that feel realistic/believable I think

- oh, the ending... I get it, but I also think they should have gotten the lives they have "in most timelines" in the commission handbook thing, iykyk (basically if they'd all just grown up normally without the umbrella academy or anything)

- but... If Lila's family and Claire were taken to a restored timeline where the 43 children & umbrella academy never existed, wouldn't that create the same paradox that was the EXACT SAME THING that was the whole premise of season 3?? Remember the kugelblitz??? By YOUR OWN universe rules, sending those people to the restored timeline where they never existed created a kugelblitz that destroyed the real timeline and the universe for good. Congratulations.

- I was also hoping for an explanation of why their powers were slightly different but I guess it's just a plot device that doesn't really matter

- all in all, honestly, I really liked it! And I'm sad that pretty much the majority of the fandom doesn't. It could have been a lot better just by fleshing it out and giving the characters enough screentime for actual character arcs but. You know what. It's good enough for me. I'm satisfied