#got possessed or smthn

[choco-court]

You ever think about the idea that Sonic, Shadow and Silver all might have impressively long quills for hedgehog mobians? Cus I do. Cus they all have reasons to. Sonic’s constantly tearing through solid metal and wires, the more buzzsaw like he can make himself the better and the more layers between him and sparking machinery while spindashing also all the better. Shadow’s a living weapon and part alien and he has the same reasons as Sonic to maintain them, also, his quills must be So Weird to other hedgehogs. Why are they so dark? I’ve never seen that stripe pattern in my life. How are they going up so much?? And so on. Silver. Silver dude guy. Post/mid-apocalypse extraordinaire (had to look up that word. why the hell is it spelled like that) Between his insane quills and the telekinesis, touching him if he doesn’t want you to is guaranteed pain. Someone get him some industrial scissors his quills don’t need to be that long anymore.

Imagine being a normal little hedgehog mobian. You’ve been living your life, having your quills carefully trimmed and blunted for your convenience and others’ safety, trying to find a nice balance between lengths so it looks nice without ruining the couch. the couch probably gets ruined anyway but it takes longer than if you were doing nothing. You kinda wish you could grow them out more cus other mobians with just fur do some pretty cool stuff. And one day your town gets overrun by robots by this human dude and you get saved by this blue mobian who you haven’t been able to get a good look at because he’s going So Fast and when he finally slows down you’re like. oh. neat I’ve been saved by a superspeed porcupine-wait no. why’s he look like. hedge hog??? Quills? Why????????? Are they so long what.

This guy has done the equivalent of growing up in a world of sewing needle hair and decided to grow them out to goddamn knife points. How has he not stabbed himself. what does his monthly spending on couches look like? And then two other guys show up. they also get mistaken for porcupines. they are also hedgehogs. What.

They all look cool as hell. plotting to ask them about their quill care routine is in your future. Maybe you’ll ask the pink one that just showed up. She seems like the most normal (wrong.) She might know how they do that.

[cherrirui-official]

Me (eldritch forest creature) rizzing you (mud cowboy) up with my forest dweller swag (it's working)

Inspo

[causeofchernobyl]

succumbing to the black mold

It speaks wisdom to me

[cannibalistic-suggestions]

You don't understand. I am so in love with you. I need you.

I've cried until my eyes burned and my throat was raw, at the thought of you not being mine, and at the reality that you have no idea how far my infatuation goes. Not even an acknowledgement of the fact. You're just that oblivious, which rides between the lines of being sweetly endearing and frustratingly maddening.

I know society wouldn't approve of it. I know the others would be horrified if they knew, if they found any evidence that pointed to what happened. They'd worry for you. Ridiculous. Only I can worry for you. And I already know, this was the only way. This had to happen. I would've cried harder if it hadn't, I can't imagine it having ended any other way. You don't understand how much I needed it.

We HAD to be together! We were made to be! Why couldn't you notice that sooner?!

I didn't just want to be by your side like a delicate accessory. I didn't just want to spend time with you in the way lovers do on a warm summer night. My love goes deeper, so much deeper, I needed more. You wouldn't have understood.

It was fun, the weeks I had you confined to our own private paradise. Locked away for safekeeping, so you wouldn't escape. But it was torturous to myself, even: keeping myself on edge, denying myself what I truly wanted to do to you. I won't forget how lovely your scared-yet-sensual screams were, the marks I made on your skin; gentle bruises and bloody scars that, I'm sure must've hurt, but nowhere near how much my heart had been hurting for your love.

My heart was racing, my vision blurry, my tongue ached, and I could never not drool from thinking about it. I dreamed of it since Day One, as wrong as most people would presume it was. I've always known my love wasn't content at staying harmless, I knew my love would grow to be more violent. And I knew what I had to do: I had to eat you. Not just in the sexual way, the literal way. I wouldn't—couldn't—be happy until I was chewing on chunks of your soft flesh. Until I spilled your warm blood on my bare body, exciting me and stirring something within. Until I was stripping the skin, peeling it away from tendons and bones, touching your interior as gently as I had your exterior.

So I did, on one particular evening. You poor thing, you had no idea what was coming. I took my time, because it's rude to wildly gobble everything up in one sitting like a starving animal. It took several days, but I did it. I ate every last trace of you left, cutting up your body carefully. Measuring the serving sizes of your corpse, though I did treat myself to a bit more than usual on some days—I just couldn't help myself. The taste, the flavor...

Now there's people wondering where you've gone. It's unusual, it's unlike you, they say. I can only smile innocently and say I know nothing when they ask. They're the ones who don't need to know anything. Why does it matter to them? You're fully mine now, I've made sure of it. You'll never be anyone else's. Ever.

I still sigh happily when I think of it. You have no idea how happy this has made me. You wouldn't have understood. ♥

[eric-the-bmo]

King.

prince

{cw for possible ideation?}

He can't let Professor John put on the Mask. That was Theodore's only thought, the only drive in his core as he burst into his teacher's office to see him holding it in his hands, already convinced by the King's influence.

But Theodore isn't fast enough as he raises his hands in an attempt to telepathically pull the Mask out of his mentor's grasp. As the man raises it up to his face Theodore gets a horrible sense of deja vu- but Rabbit is fast enough, racing towards him and biting down on John's wrist with a mouth full of knives. Blood speckled across the floor.

The professor yelled as the mechanical creature broke through his skin, trying his best to shake it away and loosening his grip on the Mask. His student finally found celerity and dove forward, hands upon gold.

Theodore wrenched the King's Mask away from Professor John, and there it was again: that soft thrum in the metal, that ache in his hands and the feeling the Mask belonged there. And, of course, there was the voice; that pull upon his heart.

(Oh. Oh, he didn't think this through.)

...What excuse could he give his motley, when they inevitably ask him why?

Was it because the Mask felt like his, like it had always been his? Was it because there was the potential to have strength, to let go of all the rage that had been slowly building in his heart and crush his enemies, whoever they may be? To finally take charge for once? Or what about power, to force the world into a place that was more befitting of him. To make a world that was better and flawless, to make a world where he was better, and there were no mistakes. Underneath all the fear and moral obligation to save the world, Theodore was just tired. All these adventures that he thought could serve as a distraction were only adding to the stress, and then here was the King with all of its whispers. (He didn't want to die. He just wanted something better than this.)

All of these reasons swirled up within him; And despite knowing how awful the Illunous were, his willpower faltered.

It was enough time for his hands to move (He wished he could say they moved of their own accord. He's not sure if they did).

He locked eyes with Professor John for a fraction of a second as the Mask was being raised up; whether the man's eyes were filled of horror due to not being able to wear the Mask himself, or the knowledge that his student was making a horrible decision, Theodore couldn't tell. Did Theodore feel regret in that moment? Did he remember the words his teacher had told him the other day, telling him to never lose his shine? (Well; There was really no changing the outcome. Perhaps in another timeline, somewhere.)

The gold was strangely warm against his skin.

Theodore Carter fell into a dream.

[asterroses]

i want . her .

[gojorgeous]

Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! I’m obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. I’m very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive they’d get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it 🫣

Idek if that’s something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss

Have a good day!

Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):

"What are you wearing?"

You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.

"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.

"What are you wearing?"

Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.

You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."

A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.

"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"

He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.

"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."

He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.

His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.

"It reeks of male."

You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"

His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...

"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.

You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.

"Sugu-"

"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."

Hope you liked bb!!

[ultfan]

                     it really is contagious. that mindset of the ultimate despairs— how they somehow even get komaeda to get... excited. it's true what they say, misery loves company. and this company sure made him miserable. so miserable he that can't help but smile back at her— that he's almost trembling— that he's even started working up a sweat. nervous, nervous but in such a wonderful way. tsumiki's expression reminds him of that. that grin so twisted that it looked almost unnatural. that manic excitement that rivals even his own hope-filled mania. yes... this is why despair is such a formidable enemy.

                     so often komaeda placed himself on the edge. one foot in the shining light of hope— the other in the all-consuming darkness of despair. he can't admit it to himself... he can't be truthful. but ever since he joined enoshima he found himself fully stepping into that darkness every now and then. allowing himself to be absorbed in it's depraved beauty. but it was simply like his luck! for all the impossible odds he is able to overcome there must be an equally horrific punishment. so it wasn't that different... not at all... it just happens sometimes, right? it's not any fault of his own. he was just being flung about by the whims of the world— is it so bad to find some kind of sick pleasure in each tragedy he's been apart of? is it? is it? is it? is it? is it? is it? is it?

                     ‶  ahh... of course! forgive me for being so dense— i'm such a dim-witted person. i see now that's what i should've been thinking about from the start! hahahahaha! how unfortunate... having to sleep with someone so utterly foolish and incompetent...  ″ how awful! how disgusting! he almost feels sorry for her! for his sickly pale hands to make contact with her skin like this— the urge to bring them back and wrap them tightly around himself was strong. if felt like he was starting to fall apart at the seams. that if he didn't do something now he wouldn't be able to pull himself back together. but... but but but... if he was already becoming undone... why shouldn't he just let it happen? he didn't have control over any other aspect of his life. he barely had control over his mind anyway. so...

                     hands come down her neck, eventually resting them on her shoulders. fingers curl, bunching up the fabric. closer, closer, closer— until their noses are almost touching. and he grins. the truly deranged kind of— the one you didn't get from him often. even when he spiraled there was usually some softness to be found. the innocently insane smile of someone who simply didn't know how terrifyingly he was coming across. but it is so very clear from just this flash of teeth that komaeda was fully aware of himself— of the situation. completely cognizant of him slipping... slipping... slipping...

                     at least for now. at least at the start.

                     ‶  but you know, this is pretty exciting! i can't remember the last time i got to be near another living person for this long!  ″ if only it was someone else. junko enoshima. he has no clue who he would choose if he had such a privilege. it's not like anyone would be willing to be anywhere near him. not unless they wanted to torture themselves. if he wasn't enough on his own his luck would surely do them in! isn't that funny...?

even if someone genuinely cared about him and wanted to be around him they'd just get hit by a car— mauled by a wild animal— stuck in a burning building— crushed by a vending machine— kidnapped and found in a suitcase— obliterated by a meteor— killed killed killed—

                     how utterly despair-inducing that the only people who he can be this close to are the ones he hates. what good luck it would be if they did die— and if they didn't at least he had someone. at least he had the cold, familiar embrace of despair. always there. always waiting.

                     ‶  isn't that sad?  ″ stepping back, hands off of her. just so that he might shrug off his jacket. ah, the inevitability of being witness to his grotesque body. rotting, rotting, rotting away. he had no idea what proper etiquette might be here, but it didn't matter. tsumiki came to him knowing how useless and pathetic he was so she was probably expecting it.  ‶  i almost feel bad for you.  ″ it was sad for her. sad in how severe the drop in quality this would truly be compared to her lover. he'll probably be an even bigger disappointment than she's expecting!

her   grin,   so   sinister,   peeling   and   peeling   and   peeling   and   peeling,   pulling   the   corners   of   her   lips   into   a   far   cry   of   a   demure   smile   :   it   cannot   widen   any   more,   and   it   cannot   serve   to   further   delineate   every   little   negative   emotion   radiating   within   her.   after   all,   there   is   no   reasoning   to   be   done   with   her,   for   she   is   so   entirely   fueled   by   the   whims   of   her   despair   that   there   is   nary   an   argument   to   be   made.   that   it   is   something   so   obvious,   so   apparent   /   that   turning   herself   off   to   someone   such   a   far   cry   from   her   beloved   enoshima   -   san   is   a   recipe   to   feel   nothing   but   the   universe's   worst.   and   that   is   exactly   why   she   wanted   it.   why   she   needed   it,   daresay.

how   charming   that   she   found   no   deeper   meaning   nor   purpose   in   any   of   this.   komaeda,   at   least,   harbored   his   views   on   hope   to   make   all   of   this   worthwhile   ———   but   mikan   found   no   such   thing   to   ensnare   thin   cord   around   her   fingertips   to   keep   her   afloat   like   a   weak   little   marionette.   her   strings,   so   weak   and   so   frayed   ;   to   hand   him   the   controller   with   such   a   saccharine,   soulless   smile   embedded   into   her   expression   instead   of   sending   herself   off   for   eternal   repair   was   a   bold   decision.   a   decision   befitting   of   her   in   all   of   her   repugnance.

hands   at   her   face   —   how   lovely,   so   wonderful.   it   was   something   so   terrible   she   almost   couldn't   stand   it,   which   is   precisely   why   no   efforts   are   made   to   remove   his   hands,   why   she   stands   in   place,   unmoving   ;   she   only   watches.   and   grins.   wider,   wider,   wider,   wider   to   the   degree   where   her   face   aches   with   the   apotheosis   of   her   glee.   wider,   to   the   degree   where   her   eyes   struggle   to   fixated   upon   such   a   lowly   target.

❝   your   turn.   ❞   she   really   shouldn't   agree   so   blissfully,   so   serenely.   but   it   really   is   all   she   wants   :   perhaps,   in   this   moment,   she   finds   the   courage   within   herself   to   fathom   that   this   is   all   she   has   ever   wanted.   not   confirming   nor   denying   his   assumption   /   it's   true,   true   enough,   in   a   sense,   making   it   only   a   matter   of   time   before   it   really   was   his   turn.   and   the   time   was   now,   it   seemed.   how   merciful   was   she   to   want   them   both   to   be   miserable,   that   such   an   act   could   emanate   with   such   wickedness.   call   it   her   ascension   to   sainthood.

❝   heeheehee   ...   HEEHEEHEE   !   you're   so   right,   komaeda   -   san.   which   is   why   you   have   to   !   because   it   will   bring   both   of   us   so   much   despair   !   ❞

[sakuraszn]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 !

⌜ 🎬 ⌟ starring ⤳ e!42 miles morales

word count - 469 | no proofread

synopsis - what miles is like as your boyfriend.

warnings/notes - fluff, a hint of angst?? the reader is fem. ngl it feels good to be writing again cs it’s been a hot minute..but here’s a lil smthn for y’all (and for me),, I hope you enjoy it !

MILES MORALES is the type of guy who will give you some nicknames to call you, and you love it. he’ll call you ma, mami, princess, beautiful it just goes on.

MILES MORALES that holds your bags no matter the circumstances, he’s a gentleman and will always do the heavy lifting.

MILES MORALES always needs to touch you. he’s clingy without even realizing it and will deny it anytime you bring it up to him.

MILES MORALES loves kissing you whether it’s your cheek, your neck, your lips even your hand. If you don’t kiss him at all he gets a lil upset.

“damn, ion get no kisses? what i do wrong mami?”

MILES MORALES likes hugging you from the back.

MILES MORALES gets jealous and his jealousy turns into possessiveness. he doesn’t like when any guy tries to talk to you, especially when they tryna hit on you. what do you need to talk to another guy for when you got him?

MILES MORALES who hates when you get mad at him and give him the silent treatment, he wants to talk things out no matter how bad your fight was.

“can you please talk to me, ma? Ion like when you mad at me.”

MILES MORALES who always gives you words of affirmations and calms your nerves anytime you’re overthinking something.

MILES MORALES will always show you affection even in-front of his friends and family. he doesn’t care who’s looking all he wants is you.

MILES MORALES who shows you off to the world.

MILES MORALES is always buying you something no matter the price. he loves spoiling you especially if it’s something you really really want.

MILES MORALES who pulls up to your house with a bouquet of flowers and some food.

MILES MORALES acts all tough n shit around other people but when he’s alone with you he literally cannot keep his hands of you and acts like a clingy toddler who will not leave you alone.

MILES MORALES who checks your attitude.

MILES MORALES who has a polaroid picture of you two in the back of his phone case.

MILES MORALES who gets to the point where he's comfortable with you to tell you about his dad's death.

MILES MORALES is big on eye contact, like every time you look at him you can’t help but avoid his eyes and he’ll revert your chin to him to make sure your looking him in the eyes. you fold every timeee.

MILES MORALES who introduced you to his mom and mama rio absolutely loves and adores you!

MILES MORALES teaches you a lick of spanish from time to time and he admires how you try your hardest to get it right even when you pronounced it wrong.

MILES MORALES who will put you on his lap. he just finds it comfortable.

©SAKURASZN !

[hoshigray]

Just thinking about hate sex with Toji and how fucking exhilarating yet unforgiving it would be to experience such a thing with that man.

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn my bad) A little something for y'all so I can whip up something in my drafts to celebrate 50+ followers and getting 1k notes on my daddy toji drabble!! Tysm again for the love!!! :')))

Cw: mean dom! Toji x fem! reader - spanking (1x) - doggy style then switch to missionary position - degradation (Toji calls you a "lil' girl," "bitch," and "ho") - pet names (dollface, baby, baby cakes, sweetheart) - Toji biting your shoulder - slight bondage; the reader has their hands tied behind them - the reader feels humiliated while Toji is his cocky egotistic self - mention of blood.

Wc: 575

Toji's so ruthless with you. Your face's kissing the cold floor, hands tied behind your arched back for Toji to do whatever he wants with your ass on full display.

The pace of his hips is so absurdly harsh your legs feel as if they're about to give way, and you can do nothing but receive his irrational treatment. You can feel his dick use your swollen cunt like a toy, his girth stretching your poor southern lips, and it hurts along with the merciless rhythm.

You try not to cry as tears prickle under your eyelids. The fucker of a man already has you in a humiliating position, and his hands leave crescent markings from his fingers on the side of your hips. Seeing your face in tears is the last thing he needs to see.

Toji bends down to your ear, his body weight pressing down on yours, and it has to take you biting your lip hard to suppress a moan from your lips. The taste of blood sits on your taste buds.

"What's wrong, dollface?" The husky voice almost makes you squeeze hard on his cock. God, you hate this man so fucking much. "You were talkin' some high and mighty shit not too long ago, where'd that pretentious bitch go? Wanna — hnngh! Shit, shit… Wanna hear that sweet voice again."

You peer at him through your shoulder. The aggrieved glare isn't taken seriously by the older man. "Hmph, pretentious? Quite a big word, didn't think a brute like you knew i- Iiiyaaaaah!!!"

A hard smack to your ass has you gasping for air, followed by your pussy gripping his manhood, and Toji has to use your shoulders as leverage to not cum in haste. You feel as if you can't breathe with all this pressure and weight on top of you. A tear finally comes down from your face and smears onto the ground.

"I'm not playin' games with you, ho." Toji gnashes his teeth and draws downward to bite your shoulder blade, earning an ear-piercing shriek from you. That outta teach ya a lesson. "Got anythin' else smart to say, lil' girl?"

You can't fight the tears at this point, letting them slide down your pretty face. The pathetic and humiliating atmosphere clouds your senses so much so that crying is the only thing left to do.

"Hic…N-No…" Your sobs come out naturally, and you do what you can to hide your face from Toji.

That didn't seem to be in your favor because he heard the weep, bringing himself up to switch your position. Your front is now facing him as he can see the tear-stricken face, and the glare you give him is through squinted eyes filled with anger and misery, proof that your dignity is broken.

Toji whistles and smirks. "Heh, if you could see the look on your face, baby. I'd love to have a picture of it in my wallet."

"F…Fuck you." Your spat with words that still possess venom, even if you're physically restrained.

"News flash, baby cakes:" An unforeseen thrust has you yelp aloud, so harsh and savage that your back arches towards Toji. He sneers. "Already am."

His pace returns at its relentless tempo, his dick bullying your insides, and you moan in helpless whimpers. Toji leans down to grab your face before he kisses you to shut your cries. "And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, sweetheart."

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Again, tysm for the support!! It really fills my heart when y'all like my stuff, and I hope to continue writing things I like~~

[wrathofrats]

Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

[muffin-snakes-art]

What if Magalor got sucked into Forgotten Land instead of Kirby?

Maybe an episodic animation series or smthn idk

I like the idea of him also getting possessed (like that ever happened hahahaha) by Forgo and going feral. I doodled this design within 5 min so I wouldn't say this is exactly how I'd see him feral HEHDFJS

I heard this idea from @jane-purplelight a while back and yo check out their feral mago design!

[spookyscaryskidnpump]

my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL.  Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

hi so this is a bit of a rant because I had a lot on my mind and needed to get it out, don't mind me, I might have gone little mad in this. warning: probably an unpopular opinion

ok now that you're here.

why are the logical behind pre-tlo jealous!percy fics so despicable? like seriously. this is a sentiment ive seen from lot of percabeth fans, and I hate it so much.

so a lot of posts I've seen about this are like "why did percy have to have love interests ? annabeth needs a side man too to make it equal" ok first of all, why is there some weighing scale in all of this? it's not a court situation where we need to judge which side committed more crimes.

having a 'side man' for annabeth completely disrespects the feelings she was going through in the period of botl-tlo. I think most people forget that rachel wasn't her only problem during that time. luke, her older brother figure from 7 years old had been possessed by the soul of kronos. OF COURSE she would be emotionally unavailable due to her grief. at the end of botl, percy describes that SHE never came and talked to him either about the kiss or whatever. it was a mutual silent treatment. percy couldnt have confessed to annabeth even if he tried, because it was obviously a bad time for her duh. they rlly expect percy to be like "annabeth😍 I know you're going through major grief right now ❤️ but pls kiss me" the same way annabeth found it hard to confess to percy because of rachel and whatever.

people think it's really funny to write fics about annabeth flirting with someone like connor during times like when percy got exploded by the volcano. "percy was doing things with Calypso too--" HE WAS HEALING. He had to stay there for some time to heal after getting EXPLODED. he was also tempted with paradise. stuff like that isn't a decision to make in a second. having annabeth have fun with other boys with connor or smthn while she thinks percy is dead is such a disrespect to her love for percy, I wonder how people like that are percabeth fans at all. same goes for fics where annabeth does it ON PURPOSE to make percy mad.

problem with these type of fics is that they're so PETTY. "If i was annabeth I would have made percy beg on his knees" "if I was annabeth I would murder him--" BUT YOURE NOT ANNABETH. annabeth chase LOVED percy jackson and would never do something on purpose to hurt percy or annoy him. she's not vicious like you.

also percy wasn't falling all over rachel and calypso. he treated them as he would treat any other best friend and kept his distance romantically, even though it was clear he might have had a crush. making annabeth purposefully flirt with other guys or accept other guys advances doesn't equal the weighing scale, it makes it even more unequal.

look, I'm not saying annabeth can't have any love interest other than percy. she CAN find other men attractive. she CAN have interest in other men. you can write that all you want. I'm just saying it was never something so necessary and the logic behind it is so petty. and her weaponising it because of her jealousy towards rachel is just so not something she would ever do.

also, just a short note before this ends: i actually like some jealous!percy fics. some are good. it's just some people get really worked up about the fact that annabeth NEEDS a love interest to get back at percy. that's who I'm mad about. if you've written a jealous!percy fic, cool!

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

u can never have too many au ideas (aka the cursed-sun/moon au)

(im copy n pasting this from discord bc im lazy sorry y'all fsjhf)

other au idea: Sun is a ruler or lord in a fantasy world or smthn and Moon is the form he's been Cursed into turning into each night. Reader is a low-tier magic-weilder (who has a secret past that involves smthn rlly Bad and they used to have a reasonable amount of respectability in th community but now theyre shunned and cant get a job anywhere and also has a big scar and/or only one eye lol) who's one remaining ability is the ability to lift minor curses or plagues. Sun has been searching for someone who can 'bless' the curse of Moon (or whatever is making Moon be nasty murderous bloodthirsty man) for ages but mages r rare and most of them spend maybe one night trying to cure Moon before either getting got or being scared into getting tf outta there

so eventually word reaches Sun of a mage who's been looking for work, with the only catch being that they arent very powerful and no one has much to say abt them, and Sun, who has burnt every single thread he has trying to find a mage, is like GOOD ENOUGH CALL THEM HERE

and reader is like 'oh shit this is potentially a rlly good job, the only catch is that i have to deal w a demon possessed guy thats like twice my height and three times as strong,,' and like. bc they have Zero Options and also feel like their life has run itself into th ground and there is little left for them/no way to get themselves out of their Issues, they r like 'yeah sure its gonna take a while bc i can only perform minor magic but i'll do whatever i can to see that this curse is delt with'

and instead of trying to face Moon head on, they start with just kinda,, getting to know him. he's kept chained/locked away in a chamber every night to keep ppl safe, but every night reader goes into the chambers, sits at a tea table just out of his reach, and just. talks with him

they dont entertain his trying to mess w them, taunting, cruelty, etc, but they talk when there's the chance for standard conversation. at first it's hell bc Moon is a little shit and he never cooperates. he never answers questions, he spends the entire night threatening to tear them apart and savor their insides, etc. they bring him a cup of tea every night, and every time he smashes the cup and throws the pieces at them

ok well point is eventually Moon starts to mellow out around them, will actually sit and have conversation with them, one day is like 'you think i dont know what youre doing?? youre just trying to bore me into falling for ur trap so u can kill me. i like ur style but its not gonna work >:3'

and reader is like 'i literally do not have enough magic to kill a toad let alone a whole entire possessed person' and moon is like ',, huh. so what IS ur goal here??' and reader is like 'i want to lift ur curse for both u and Sun's sakes. i gave u my word, and i will follow through, at the very least to clear my own conscience of a past sin'

and so eventually Moon, out of curiosity, and later bc he likes spending time with reader, starts letting them cast the healing magic on him, breaking the curse little by little every night

and at the same time all this is happening, reader is spending mornings and evenings with Sun and keeping him up to date on how the process is going and, eventually, becoming the person he turns to when he's stressed or tired or rlly just wants company

and idk smthn smthn eventually both of them rlly want Reader and they dont know how to act so they just b making fools of themselves but reader is a dumbass so theyre just confused

(Moon absolutely tells Reader abt every 'oh man i rlly wanna kiss kiss snuggle smooch the mage rn' thought Sun has during the day but Reader is so used to Moon being a little shit n making shit up to mess with them that they r just like ._. )

the plot twist part,,

(the secret dark past that reader is hiding is that they used to be a local mage for a nearby town who was known and respected for giving 'blessings' to ppl for small fees but one day for Reasons, they cast a curse upon someone and one of the biggest no-no's a mage can do is Curse someone so the town practically rioted, tore them down from their pedestal, called upon another mage to strip reader of their magic, and then cast them out)

(rn im considering the idea that the person reader Cursed is Vanny, who, because of her own curse, eventually went on to be the one who cursed Sun and Moon)

[hijackalx]

LAEZEL SFW HEADCANONS:

okkk shes lowkey very sweet and caring. her tough exterior is just a facade to protect herself but once tav gets to know her theyll see her kinder side. i also feel like shes not as sadistic as she seems? like a lot of the stuff she does/approves of feels like its only because thats what is respectable in githyanki culture. idk. i think she just wants to fit in and feel like shes good enough.

extremely jealous and possessive of tav like if they even suggest interest in anybody else she'll get pissedddd bro expect a fight afterwards she does not share at all

will NOT baby tav at all but thats only because she sees them as capable and strong 💪🏻 i feel like shes rlly just putting herself in tav's shoes and realizing that she would feel so belittled if tav babied her. okay queen of empathy

love language:

giving = quality time. shes a lil stunted when it comes to showing affection but she always wants to be with tav. like she's always kinda lurking and paying attention to what tav is doing lol she wont invite herself over on her own but will secretly be cheesing inside if tav asks her to join them.

receiving = words of affirmation. like i said she seems like the type to me who is kind of insecure when it comes to her self worth, so when tav compliments her or admires her it makes her feel all mushy inside. low key she loves to do stuff she knows will impress tav so theyll be like "wowwww lae'zel ur the coolest!!!" 🤭 also this made me realize she also probably gives acts of service as a love language too.

i also think she is kind of teeny tiny. like the smallest of the companions but STRONG AF BOY 💪🏻 she just looks proportionally smol. maybe like 5'3 or smthn. likes to be big spoon tho cuz she feels more protective of tav that way.

LAE’ZEL NSFW HEADCANONS:

ok so if theres like some random one night stand she will want to be the dominant one. like i feel like she bottoms regardless but she'll want to be in charge. BUT !!!!! she prefers to be submissive HEAR ME OUT !!!!!!!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨‼️‼️ the intimidation rolls for her are sooooo low LIKE A 5 ????  CMON and she literally acts like she is so into it when tav takes charge. like trust me if she trusts tav enough she will want to be pushed around. especially bcz as a githyanki she looks up to ppl who demand respect like that so it only makes sense. i can imagine she'll put on a bratty lil show at first but then she'll just melt in tav's hands like putty bro. will still talk a lot of shit tho. its an ego thing.

she'll love if tav praises her too (words of affirmation remember) and they might even be able to get some praises out of her too if they do it justttt right 🤭🤭

will look up at tav with THE MOST gorgeous doe eyes youve ever seen and it just makes tav wanna go crazyyyy

she likes to be manhandled like SHOW OFF UR STRENGTH TAV !! PROVE YOURE WORTHY !! pick her up and restrain her and all that. feel like she'd be into bondage. also a masochist obv but she kind of likes to hear tav in pain too. but like just in a sexy way.

she likes it rough. like dont even suggest gentle loving sex she'll be bored af. u can do it like that like, once a millennium LMAO.

i also just feel like in general she tries not to let sex "distract" her so her and tav only do it every once in a while.

she finishes quick but she'll want to cum more than once. like shes got hella stamina

lowkey getting the vibe that she gets wet afffff LMAO like stop its not a competition miss slip n' slide 🙄✋ also an outie

aftercare is not rlly a thing with her she takes a piss and is out like a light lol like shes gone asl. in the sense she sleeps rlly good after like tav wont be able to wake her up. will wanna cuddle tho 🥰