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[enixamyram]

To be fair to Kaos it’s very explicit about how within the world of the show, the mythology we know irl varies in truthfulness. In universe the myths are stories the gods spin in order to keep mortals worshipping them, and fueling their power. It’s not really meant to be an actual adaptation of myth, so yes Hera cheats despite supposedly being the goddess of marriage, she’s a hypocrite and that’s the point. Actual mythological Hera is essentially her pr personality. I think if you go in accepting that it’s much easier to stomach. But I know it’s not for everyone lol, took me a while to get there myself and the only reason I kept watching past like episode two was cause I was watching with other people

Yeah, that's all fair. I don't think (or really, know) if the show itself is actually good or bad, I just know that the choices they made that I have seen are not to my liking.

That said, when I saw all the spoilers for X Men Dark Phoenix I was really annoyed. But by the time I finally saw the film I was prepared for and accepted the bits I disliked, so it ended up being one of my favourite of the X Men films. So maybe this will be the same thing and when I do watch it, I'll be prepared for the bits I disliked and will actually end up liking the show as a whole! (I'm already kind of over the final episode twist - though I will be honest, even with your sound explanation, I still don't like Hera being a cheater. Just feels like they could have shown her as a hypocrite in other ways than using the one thing Zeus always did to hurt her most of all.)

[friendshipgamer13]

Time to remind everyone and skylanders fans about this Halloween safety tips video from Kaos himself

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Mythic Phantom

This is a little something I whipped up over a while thinking about merging the DP and Riordanverse universes together, and I thank @geraldmariaivo for helping me think my way through it. If you want the ao3 version you can find it here, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Most Underworld Gods felt it when Vlad’s current permanent Portal opened, but they all Felt it when Danny’s accident happened. A child’s death throes is hard to ignore after all. Pantheons world wide decided that was America’s problem, and Hel decided it was Persephone’s problem, and Haides felt it would close on its own. No gate to Khaos can stay open for long after all.

When Ember went globally live, Muses and Music Gods and Hypnos heard the way she sang, called out to the mortals to never be forgotten. Danny and Tucker dealt with her swiftly enough that she was remembered, noted even, but disregarded.

When the Fright Knight’s sword was drawn, many Fear Gods turned toward Amity, but Danny dealt with it swiftly. Most regarded it as an anomaly but Phobos and Deimos sent subordinate spirits to investigate the town and report anything interesting.

Hades and Persephone noted the invasion of Ghost Cops and saw that Danny had it handled in only a few days, which they would count as a quest fulfilled. Clearly, Amity Park was a contained issue, and the Master Bolt had gone missing by now so they have other things to deal with. The House of Life have some reservations but agree.

Then Pariah Dark got out, and the Gods scrambled to do something about that. In only a week however, He was dealt with too.  A closer eye was warranted. By everyone, not just the Observants.

Whoever these agents were, be they half-bloods or spirits or even minor gods, most wouldn’t see Young Blood and thus would fear Danny was losing it too. When he calmed down, they’d sigh in relief. The two future Ghost Villains who show up outside of the do-over would raise alarms at how fast ghosts can progress, but hey, it’s handled.

When the Hellenic spies are pulled back home for safety during the winter solstice, pleasantly surprised by Ghost activity dying down at the same time, Artemis and Luna, Khonshu and more felt something wrong happening as the Ghostwriter possessed the moon to speak.

When Duul Amon returned to the land of the living, the House of Life sent agents to the town, and Tucker Foley was immediately offered magic lessons. His is power over stone and steel, glass and gems, as well as an ear for the voices of machines. Between terrakinesis and technopathy, Tucker’s limits with his staff became only what he understood about technology.

Then entire copies of the Ghost Boy (Prince? King?) appear, attacking him, manipulating him for the elder, but he lets her go free after he’s rescued? Truly fascinating. Psychopomps keep an eye on Elle wherever she goes - she’s always very close to melting after all. The titan army also keep an eye on her, a powerful being both like and unlike the Gods, much the same as a Titan, Giant, or Monster.

Then the Reality Gauntlet is found by a mortal man, a rogue Magician, while the boy is busy trying to stop it and save the world, Lydia is keeping House of Life magicians and even Odin’s Ravens from finding Freakshow, so some Camp Jupiter heroes are being sent on a quest to deal with him. Then he gets the fucking gems and turns the world into a circus for 10 minutes.

Before the Boy tricks him, takes the Gauntlet, resets the world to before his identity was revealed to the world, (though perhaps not quite fooling the memories of Gods, who Are the world) and destroying the Gauntlet and gems in a single blast.

An artifact presumed by the Ghost Investigation Ward to be powerful enough to destroy the Infinite Realms, reduced to molten ash by one burst of power.

What to do about the young Phantom is a matter of discussion during the solstice meeting on Olympus.  Hades is sent to investigate the boy and finds that he is a godling of Kaos Themself, which sparks yet further debate on what to do when Artemis goes missing.

But then the Son of Hades stumbled upon Elmerton and witnessed a duel between Gods firsthand.

Danny Phantom faced off against Vortex, the ghost of all weather and sky and storm gods who had faded over the millennia, all on his own.  Even in defeat, Danny stole half of Vortex’s power, and less than a week later, he defeated the calamity that even two pantheons worth of gods could not.

The Titans would be horrible for humanity as a whole, and the Olympians were bad for half bloods as well.  Danny Phantom, however, could be just what most half bloods were after.  He needed training in mortal form, clearly, but that could be an angle for Nico to use.

[bengiyo]

Peaceful Property: There’s Nothing Noble About Being Poor

Coming off of episode 6 of Peaceful Property, I am feeling some consternation because once again GMMTV has given us a poor character who’d rather be poor than take the money. I’m also frustrated about the baiting of this show, because I don’t like TayNew enough to forgive Home his greed or his cowardice. 

From GMMTV we’ve had Akk having to work his ass off to get to Paris to be with Theo, Mork working his ass off to eventually get back to Day, Sailom not taking money in Dangerous Romance, Sand not taking the money in Only Friends, Kang upending his entire life for Moo in Only Boo! When I looked into stories that seemed to consider the perspective of poor people, only Dark Blue Kiss really seemed to consider the class dynamic of Pete and Kao, and Cooking Crush with Prem taking the needed money. 

This problem isn’t unique to GMMTV, and it’s been something that has annoyed me in global media for decades. We get these kinds of storylines where poor people would rather be poor than take the money of a rich person because rich people fund the media. For them, not taking their money is the harshest punishment they could envision because it’s their primary mechanism for solving problems. However, I come from the Brian Kinney school of thought that “There’s nothing noble about being poor.” On top of that, we know that Pang and Peach have no money, because they’re living in a goddamn bar that Home owns because they have no money. How could they go back to the apartment they got evicted from for lack of payment if this was so? Sure, it’s a TV show, but damn is it annoying that I’m asked to empathize with Home being sad about losing his friends over freaking out about housing security for the people whose lives he ruined.

Now, let’s talk about the lives he ruined. It’s actually so, so much worse that Home was completely sober when he hit Peach and fled the scene. He’s lived a pleasant life this entire time, when he had every reason to believe he killed someone and let his uncle cover it up. I care a lot about the future of cities, and car violence is one of the biggest violent killers of poor people in cities. The fallout of this accident led to Peach’s ongoing terror of ghosts, screwing up badly at work, and his sense of culpability in the death of his mentor. Peach and Pang’s lives are measurably worse because of his injuries, and it baffles me that the show would have Peach take zero compensation from the people who hurt him when he and his sister are struggling. I get Peach being proud in the moment, but I just don’t see a person faced with scarcity of that level choosing to walk away from money that he’s more than owed.

Speaking of Peach, I am so confused by the plotline that has him trusting Home with the food safety of a man he almost killed the last time he worked in a restaurant. It feels like this show just doesn’t take its own violence seriously. The drama of this episode is about Home losing his friends because he wasn’t forthright about the violence he inflicted on them, and they risked Chai-un’s safety to prove that Peach could trust home? Please be serious. They should have tossed out both of those bowls and started over rather than risk that man’s life again. Peach wants to become a chef again, and this is a huge misstep!

I just don’t think I really enjoyed this last episode much at all. I liked seeing Peach not crumble in front of ghosts, but that’s about it. I feel like the show is relying on Newwie’s charm (and TayNew shipping) to have the audience root for his redemption, which I am on the side of Peach wanting nothing to do with that man ever again. He deserves to be angry, and it felt so weird to me that the one lashing out at the end was Home as our focus point. Next week they’re going to be working near each other, and I’m just gonna be irked that once again we have a story about the inherent nobility of poor people who can afford to turn down much needed money to make a rich person sad.

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 8 - Double Penetration (Two Holes)

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader x Swiss

As if spying on you through the CCTV wasn't enough, Copia decided to take it a step further, this time enlisting the help of Swiss to enact his own darkest desires, and hopefully, yours too. When surprise encounters blur the lines of consent, emotions spiral into a whirlwind of pleasure and uncertainty. As boundaries are tested, the need for open communication emerges, revealing a deeper understanding of mutual needs and safety.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist ⛧ Hellish Delights Masterlist

Words: 10.9k.

Reading Time: 44 min.

Warnings: bondage (non-consensual), cheating (kind of), choking, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, drugging (consensual), fellatio, fingering, innocence kink, narratophilia, non-discussed kinks, non-consensual filming (CCTV), panty-licking, panty-sniffing, PIV sex, possessive, public sex, praise kink, rape kink, semi-public sex, skull-fucking, spanking, unprotected sex, vaginal sex

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Author’s Note: Hi, all!

The Ghouls aren’t demons in my fic. They’re humans who work in the Ministry, but they’re a different class of profession, somewhere between personal assistants and body guards, depending on the importance of Papa’s task.

This is a work of fiction based in the extreme horror category and should be treated as such. I do not condone the actions the characters make, nor am I actively encouraging others to participate in such actions in everyday life. It also does not reflect the personalities of the performers who play these characters.

The purpose of this fic is to shock, scare, entertain, and make readers entirely uncomfortable. If you are not in a headspace where you can safely read and enjoy this story, or even if the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable, I highly recommend and encourage you not to read this. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.

If you are struggling to come to terms with past trauma, please talk to someone and seek professional help.

You deserve to feel safe, loved, and cared for. Thank you.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I’m choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

“Come in!”

Papa’s voice echoed through the thick, oak door of his office, muffled yet unmistakable. With a flutter of anticipation, you opened the heavy door, peeking around its edge like a shy flower in bloom. Your innocent demeanour never failed to ignite something primal in him; his cock twitched at the sight of you.

“Ah, ___,” he purred, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he beckoned you inside.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you stepped into the dim light of the room, smoothing down your habit, feeling small and exposed under his predatory gaze. “You wanted to see me, Papa?” you asked, your voice soft but laced with curiosity.

“I did. Lock the door, schricchio,” he commanded, his tone firm yet enticing, sending shivers of exhilaration down your spine.

You nodded obediently, heart racing, as you turned to secure the door. The soft click of the lock felt like sealing your fate, drawing you deeper into his world.

Copia leaned back against his desk, his gaze intense and hungry. “Been thinking about you all day,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “Wanting those lips around my cock. Vieni qui.”

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks, igniting a blend of desire and urgency within you. You bit your lip, a playful smile creeping across your face as you approached him, your heart racing in anticipation. The magnetic pull between you grew stronger with every step, urging you closer to him.

By the time you’d got to him, his hardness was already out and leaking at the tip. It looked angry, and red… and it made your mouth water with desire. You knelt before him, your heart racing as you wrapped your fingers around the thick shaft, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. You leaned forward, your breath ghosting over his skin, before finally wrapping your lips around him, taking him deep into your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper, reveling in the weight of him filling your mouth. Copia groaned, a deep, primal sound that sent a thrill through you. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper still.

“Sathanas, sei perfetto,” he breathed, his hips bucking slightly to meet your rhythm. The taste of him, salty and intoxicating, filled your senses, making you crave more. You glanced up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, relishing the power you held over him in this moment.

Copia’s fingers tightened in your hair, urging you to take him deeper. You felt the heat pooling in your belly as you complied, drawing him in further, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. A soft gag escaped you, but it only fueled his desire.

“Brava ragazza,” he praised, his voice thick with lust. “Just like that. You can take it.” With each bob of your head, you could feel him growing harder, and the thrill of pleasing him pushed you to go even further.

His hand became a little more forceful in your hair, a firm grip that was just shy of overwhelming. The slight pressure made your heart race, mixing exhilaration with a hint of fear that sent shivers down your spine. As your throat tightened around him, he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through you and urging you on.

“Feel that? You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. You could taste the salty essence of him as you fought against the urge to gag, your body responding instinctively to the challenge.

With each thrust, he pushed deeper, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm that matched the pulse of your own growing arousal. You could feel the heat radiating from him, fueling your need to please him even more.

“I bet that pussy of yours is so wet right now isn’t it, tesoro?” he teased, looking down at you with hooded eyes. His pupils were blown out - filled with a lust that made him look crazy. It made your hole clench around nothing.

You hummed a confirmation, still too busy taking his cock down your throat to answer him properly. This made Copia chuckle.

His thrusts grew more insistent, the rhythm becoming a desperate push-and-pull that sent you deeper into a haze of pleasure and submission. You could feel the slickness pooling between your thighs, your body betraying your intentions as your arousal heightened with every movement.

Just as you felt the telltale tightening in Copia’s belly, he suddenly pulled you off him, his cock slipping from your lips with a soft, lingering pop. The sudden absence sent a jolt of frustration coursing through you, a desperate whimper escaping your throat as you instinctively leaned forward, craving the fullness that had just been taken away. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with need, ready to plead for more.

But your gaze was drawn away, shifting to the computer screen on his desk. The live CCTV feed showcased a vivid and shocking scene: you and Swiss entwined in the library, bodies moving in a frenzied dance of passion. Swiss’s hands gripped your waist as he thrust into you, and you could see the way your back arched under his powerful touch, the sheer ecstasy painted across your face. The sight was both thrilling and mortifying, igniting a tempest of emotions within you—embarrassment, excitement, and an overwhelming desire to be desired.

Copia leaned back, a predatory smile curling on his lips as he noticed your reaction. “Looks like you’ve been busy, amore,” he teased, his voice low and sultry, filled with dark amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. He didn’t look away from the screen, his eyes glinting with a possessive hunger as he took in the sight of you being ravaged by another man. “Is this how you repay me for my kindness?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat at the realization that he was watching, enjoying the display. Despite the embarrassment flooding through you, a thrill of excitement twisted in your stomach. You were being claimed by both men, caught in a web of desire that made your heart race.

“Doesn’t he make you feel good?” Copia pressed, his fingers trailing along your jawline, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his intense gaze. “Look at how he takes you, how he fills you up. Tell me how much you enjoy it.” His voice was a dangerous mix of challenge and allure, coaxing you to reveal your deepest desires.

The air was thick with tension, your body reacting to both the sight on the screen and his commanding presence. You felt the slickness pooling between your thighs, the undeniable evidence of your arousal. With every thrust Swiss delivered in the footage, your own body ached for that same pleasure, a visceral need that begged for release.

“I love it, Papa,” you replied, your voice a sultry whisper as you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, kneeling before him in a practically sinful pose. The air was thick with tension, and your heart raced as you felt the weight of his gaze.

Copia stood up, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he began to remove his clothes, revealing his toned body piece by piece. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. You obeyed eagerly, peeling off your garments, feeling exposed yet exhilarated under his intense scrutiny.

“Now, get on that chair,” he commanded, gesturing toward the ornate chair that he was just sat on. “On your knees, holding onto the back. Proprio così. I’m going to fuck you while you watch yourself getting fucked by him.”

Your breath hitched at his words, a wave of excitement crashing over you. You moved to the chair, positioning yourself just as he instructed, your heart pounding in anticipation. The cool wood pressed against your palms as you gripped the backrest, and you turned your head slightly, stealing a glance at the screen.

As you settled into position, Copia stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. You could feel the heat radiating off him, a stark contrast to the cool air around you. “You like watching, don’t you?” he purred, running a hand along your back, teasingly brushing against your skin.

“Y-yes, Papa,” you stammered, a thrill running through you as you caught sight of yourself in the feed—Swiss’s powerful thrusts pushing you to the edge of ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. He positioned himself behind you, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep your eyes on that screen. I want you to see how much you enjoy this.”

As he entered you, the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you gasped, a moan escaping your lips. Copia’s thick cock stretched you, filling you completely and igniting a fire deep within. He started with a slow, deliberate thrust, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him. You bit your lip, desperately trying to focus on the screen, the sight of Swiss thrusting into your other self almost too much to bear.

“Keep watching,” Copia urged, his voice a deep rumble behind you, sending shivers down your spine. “I want you to see how much you’re enjoying him while I fuck you.”

Your eyes darted to the feed, the image of Swiss’s powerful form moving against you, claiming you with each thrust. The way your back arched under him, the pleasure painted across your face, was mesmerizing. It was intoxicating to see yourself so utterly lost in desire, and it only fueled the hunger inside you.

Copia found a rhythm, his thrusts deep and punishing, pulling you closer to the edge with every movement. You felt yourself getting wetter, the slick sounds of your bodies colliding mingling with the lewd noises filling the room. “Sei così cazzo stretta,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you harder. “So tight for me.”

You could feel every inch of him, the heat radiating from his body, the weight of him pressing you into the chair. You moaned again, the sound nearly drowning out the wet slaps of skin on skin. “Please, Papa,” you gasped, wanting him to go deeper, to take you harder.

“Such a needy little thing,” he chuckled darkly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Just remember, you wanted this. You wanted both of us.” He increased his pace, the sound of your moans filling the air as he hit that perfect spot inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Your gaze remained fixed on the screen, watching yourself get taken by Swiss. The way his hands gripped your thighs, how he thrust with abandon, ignited something primal within you. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter.

“Look at you, tesoro,” Copia purred, his voice a low growl. “You’re nothing but a whore for our cocks.” He punctuated his words with another thrust, sending you spiraling closer to your climax.

“What was he whispering into your ear then? Dimmi,” Copia asked, his voice dripping with a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness, his thrusts never faltering as he maintained his relentless pace.

You hesitated for just a moment, caught between the pleasure of the moment and the thrill of his question. The memory of Swiss’s breath hot against your skin surged to the forefront of your mind. “He… he told me how g-good I looked, how much he wanted me,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a breathy whisper.

Copia’s grip on your hips tightened, and he thrust deeper, his eyes narrowing with a mix of jealousy and arousal. “Good,” he growled, clearly relishing your confession. “You’re mine to play with, and I want you to remember that.”

You could feel the heat radiating from him, each powerful thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The way he was fucking you, coupled with the image of Swiss still on the screen, was intoxicating. It felt wrong, but it felt so good.

“What else did he say?” Copia pressed, his voice low and commanding, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

“He said… he wanted to m-make me scream,” you managed to say, biting your lip as another wave of pleasure washed over you. The thought of Swiss’s primal hunger for you only added to your arousal, and you couldn’t help but moan, “I loved it.” Your hand snaked down to your clit, touching yourself and stroking yourself quickly as Copia kept the pace.

Copia’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Then scream for me,” he urged, his pace quickening, each thrust driving you higher into ecstasy.

You let out a loud moan, the sound echoing around the room as the pressure inside you built to a near unbearable intensity. The combination of his powerful thrusts and the sight of yourself being taken by Swiss on the screen was overwhelming.

“Louder!” Copia commanded, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he fucked you relentlessly. “I want to hear how much you love this. I want him to.”

With every thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge. “I l-love it, Papa!” you cried out, feeling the heat pooling in your belly, ready to explode. “I love h-how you fill me up! Fuck - you f-feel so fucking g-good!”

Copia’s breath hitched at your words, and he thrust deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made your vision blur with pleasure. “That’s right, amore. Let everyone know how much you enjoy being our little whore,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with lust.

You could feel your body responding to his command, the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. With each thrust, the urgency built, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter within you. “I’m so close, Papa,” you gasped, your fingers gripping the back of the chair as you surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Then let go,” he urged, his pace relentless as he pushed you to the brink. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

With a final, deep thrust, you felt yourself tumble over the edge, a cry of ecstasy tearing from your lips as your orgasm washed over you, every muscle in your body tightening in a delicious wave of bliss.

As your orgasm washed over you, it felt as if time had momentarily stopped. A wave of bliss surged through your body, electrifying every nerve ending as your core tightened around Copia’s thick cock. The pleasure was a fiery explosion, radiating from the depths of your belly and sending shivers coursing down your spine. You could feel the warmth of your release spilling over, soaking you and amplifying the sensation.

But as you surrendered to the ecstasy, your eyes remained fixated on the screen, captivated by the sight of yourself being taken by Swiss. Watching your other self writhe under his touch intensified the experience, making your cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. It was surreal to see your pleasure mirrored on screen, the way you arched your back, lost in a haze of desire.

The sight of Swiss thrusting into you while you were being claimed by Copia was intoxicating. You could almost feel the echoes of his movements reverberating through your body, a reminder of how badly you craved that attention. You gasped as your other self moaned, the sounds a chorus of pleasure that only heightened your own arousal. Each cry of bliss you heard from the screen became a visceral reminder of your need to be desired, to be owned.

“Look at yourself,” Copia urged, his voice a dark whisper that sent another thrill through you. “Look how much you love it.”

In that moment, you felt like two halves of the same whole—one side wholly submissive, lost in Copia’s thrusts, while the other side reveled in the wild abandon Swiss had brought out in you. The duality of it all made you ache with need, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume you entirely.

With a final, deep thrust, Copia buried himself inside you, the heat of his release spilling into you. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of warmth that filled you completely and sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body. His groans echoed in your ear, a sound that made your heart race as you relished the feeling of being utterly owned by him.

“Sathanas, you’re perfect,” he gasped, his grip tightening on your hips as he held you against him, riding out the waves of his climax. Each pulse of his cock sent another jolt of pleasure through you, making you keen softly, the remnants of your own orgasm still lingering in the air.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn’t help but glance back at the screen. The image of Swiss still ravaging you played on repeat, your other self lost in ecstasy, eyes rolled back and mouth open in a silent scream of bliss. The sight only intensified your arousal, reminding you of how you’d been shared, how both men had taken you in their own ways, except Swiss was completely unaware of it.

The reality of what had just transpired washed over you, and a rush of mixed emotions flooded your senses—satisfaction, exhilaration, and a hint of guilt. But as you felt Copia’s warm body against yours, you couldn’t help but crave more.

“Now, run off to Swiss like you promised him,” Copia commented, smacking your ass as if he were punctuating his sentence with it. The sharp sting sent a delightful shiver through you, and you turned to look back at him, your heart racing. The playful authority in his voice stirred something deep inside, a longing to please him even as you prepared to rush to Swiss.

“Yes, Papa,” you replied breathlessly, the thrill of obedience coursing through you. You could still feel the warmth of Copia’s release inside you, and it made your cheeks flush as you imagined what Swiss would do next.

You quickly slipped off the chair, your body still tingling from the intensity of the moment. As you headed towards the door, you glanced back at Copia one last time. His expression was a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness, and it only fueled the fire of desire within you.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” he added with a smirk, his tone a mix of teasing and command. You nodded eagerly, knowing you were about to step into another thrilling encounter.

Copia had been gentle with you as of late, and today was no exception. But there was a part of him that wanted to let the animal out - almost compete with Asmodeus when he first hurt you. That primal instinct simmered just beneath the surface, tugging at him, urging him to unleash his darker desires.

As you rushed to find Swiss, Copia’s thoughts raced, torn between the tenderness he felt for you and the raw, feral need that clawed at his insides. He wanted to claim you in a way that left no doubt of who you belonged to, to show you that his power was unyielding.

The image of you writhing under Swiss’s control danced in his mind, a juxtaposition of pleasure and pain that both excited and enraged him. Would you enjoy it if he pushed you further, made you feel the thrill of submission wrapped in intensity? The idea sent a surge of lust through him, igniting a dark flame that was hard to ignore.

He wanted you to feel every bit of it—to know that he could take you apart, piece by piece, but still leave you whole in the end. A part of him yearned for that sweet spot where pleasure and pain intertwined, where the lines blurred, and the thrill of domination reigned supreme.

He wanted to see the terror in your eyes again, mixed with that intoxicating pleasure that he saw right before you passed out. He wanted to experience your fear again after the last time, take what he wanted from you, and now from Swiss.

The gears began to set in motion.

Days later, Copia summoned Swiss to his office, a sense of anticipation bubbling within him. As he paced the room, he could feel the tension thickening in the air, a palpable electricity crackling around him. This was going to be a game of control, one where he would remind both you and Swiss who held the power.

When Swiss entered, the casual confidence in his demeanor was evident, but Copia could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Ah, Swiss,” he greeted, a predatory smile spreading across his face. “I have something special in mind for us today.”

Swiss raised an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue mingled with wariness in his gaze. “What’s on your mind, Papa?”

Copia leaned against the desk, feigning casual interest as Swiss savored the drink. “You know, I appreciate how you’ve been… attentive to our little one. It’s nice to see you both enjoying yourselves.”

Swiss frowned, the tension in the air thickening. “What are you talking about, Papa?”

“Oh, she hasn’t told you?”

Swiss shook his head.

Copia sat on his desk chair, the same one he’d had you on just days ago. “The first night, after Asmodeus took over your body, you visited her in the hospital, didn’t you?”

Swiss’ eyes widened. “N-no, I would never. I-”

Copia raised his hand. “It was all caught on CCTV, Swiss. You can’t hide it. Nor every single time after that. It was hot to watch.

“When she was almost healed she came to me and begged for you not to be punished at all,” Copia continued, taking a sip of his own drink. “Turned out it was because she wanted to keep you balls deep inside her, huh?”

“You need to know that everything that happened afterwards was consensual.”

“Of course it was. You’re a good man. You both had your bodies used against your wills, naturally you’d bond over it and make it the front of your sexual activities.”

“Forgive me, Papa, but where is this going?”

“She’s been spreading her legs for me, too. The day she begged for your lack of punishment, I took her right there.” Copia pointed to the spot on the floor where he fucked you for the first time. “And she told me all about you…”

Swiss’s expression shifted from surprise to an uneasy understanding, his brow furrowing as he processed Copia’s words. “You… you’re saying she chose this? That she wanted you?” he asked, a hint of incredulity lacing his voice.

“No, she wants both of us,” Copia reminded him, his voice cool and steady. “Your body was the one that gave her the trauma, mine was the one that stopped it. But either way, she likes it when we both destroy her.”

Swiss’s eyes widened as he absorbed Copia’s revelation, the weight of it heavy in the air between them. “Destroy her? You mean… together?”

“Exactly,” Copia replied, leaning forward slightly, his intensity palpable. “We’re going to give her everything she craves. She needs both of us to push her limits, to explore the boundaries of pleasure and pain. She wants the chaos that only we can provide.”

Swiss felt a rush of conflicting emotions—desire for you mingled with a sense of protectiveness and uncertainty. “And what if she can’t handle it? What if we go too far?”

Copia’s gaze hardened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. “That’s for her to decide. You need to learn that she thrives on this, Swiss. It’s a part of who she is now. And it’s our job to indulge her.”

“Indulge her, or break her?” Swiss shot back, unable to suppress the defensiveness creeping into his voice.

Copia chuckled darkly, the sound low and menacing. “There’s a fine line between the two, my friend. But we both love to see her broken.”

Swiss hesitated, weighing his options. The prospect of joining you in this dark dance both thrilled and terrified him. But one thing was clear: he was no longer in control, and that realization sent a shiver down his spine.

“Alright, Papa,” Swiss finally replied, steeling himself. “I’m in. Let’s see where this goes. What did you have in mind?”

Copia’s plan unfolded like a dark tapestry, rich with layers of tension and desire. He envisioned a scenario that would play with the boundaries of fear and pleasure, designed to draw out every reaction from you and Swiss. The atmosphere would be thick with an ominous energy, the room dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, creating an unsettling yet tantalizing ambiance. And you were none the wiser.

*

You knocked at Copia’s door, expecting the usual soft command to enter. But this time, there was no answer, only an eerie silence pressing in on you. You knocked at Copia’s door again, harder this time, but the silence felt oppressive, seeping through the thick wood. Something was wrong. The faint glow from under the door flickered like dying embers, casting eerie shadows across the hallway. A chill ran down your spine as you hesitantly pushed it open, the darkness inside swallowing you whole.

The room was colder than usual, a stale, suffocating air hanging heavy. As your eyes scanned the dim space, they landed on Swiss. He was tied to a chair, ropes digging deep into his wrists and ankles, his head sagging forward, unconscious. The dim, flickering light barely illuminated his pale face, a smear of blood at his temple glistening faintly.

Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as you rushed toward him, instincts screaming at you to help him. But just as you neared, an icy grip clamped around your arm. The door slammed shut behind you with an ominous finality. A scream clawed its way up your throat, but before it could escape, a large, gloved hand covered your mouth.

Copia stood behind you, his body pressing against yours, holding you firmly in place. His breath was hot against your ear, but his presence felt like an arctic wind, chilling you to the core. You struggled, but he was unyielding, his grip like iron.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low, sinister murmur that sent shivers down your spine. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you. Not unless you want to wake him up…”

Your eyes darted back to Swiss, his motionless figure somehow more haunting in the oppressive quiet. The ropes that bound him creaked as if they were alive, and the stillness of the room became suffocating, the walls seeming to close in on you. Every inch of you screamed to break free, but Copia’s grip only tightened, his fingers pressing hard against your skin.

He inhaled, smelling your hair as you were so close to him. It felt weird, wrong almost, coming from him. But you couldn’t help the sharp pang of arousal that flooded your veins and pooled in your stomach. There was something wrong with you for enjoying this - but it felt so good.

You froze, the heat of his breath contrasting with the icy grip he had on you. The sound of your heart hammered in your ears, the room closing in as his whisper lingered in the silence. You tried to look at Swiss again, your mind racing, wondering how he ended up like this—bound and bloodied, helpless in the chair.

“Look at him,” Copia growled, his voice rougher now. “So helpless. He thought he had power over you… but we both know where the real power lies, don’t we?” His fingers trailed down your arm, sending shivers through you, though it wasn’t entirely from fear.

Your pulse quickened, your body betraying you as it reacted to the closeness of him. The tension in the room was thick, choking, yet the thrill that surged through you was undeniable. There was something disturbingly exhilarating about the danger—his touch, the helplessness of Swiss, the silence that pressed down on your chest. You hated that it aroused you, but the more you tried to deny it, the deeper the need curled in your stomach.

Copia’s hand slid to your waist, pressing you harder against him. “He’ll wake up soon, tesoro,” he whispered darkly. “When that drink wears off. And when he does, I want him to see just how much you enjoy this. To understand that I’m in control… of you both.”

A breath hitched in your throat. It was wrong, so wrong, but the way his grip anchored you, the weight of his dominance, made you ache in a way that left you burning with shame and desire. Every brush of his gloved hand sent sparks skittering over your skin, the soft creak of leather filling the room.

You glanced at Swiss, his head still drooping forward, unaware of the storm gathering around him. The guilt gnawed at you, but the dark thrill in Copia’s words rooted you in place.

“What’s the matter?” Copia taunted, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’ve wanted this all along, haven’t you? A piece of both of us. Don’t pretend it doesn’t excite you… I can feel it.”

Your body betrayed you, a soft gasp escaping your lips. You wanted to resist, but as Copia pressed closer, every fiber of your being craved the release that only he could grant.

“W-why are you doing this?” you asked, squirming in his grip, trying to make sense of the situation as dread mixed with desire in your veins.

“We’ve both been gentle on you for so long, haven’t we, tesoro?” Copia’s voice took on a patronizing tone, dripping with mock sympathy. “You still think about it, don’t you? Every time Swiss fucks you, you still hear and feel Asmodeus, sì?” His words cut deep, bringing back the memories that haunted your most intimate moments. The truth in his voice stung, as he revealed what you’d kept buried for so long.

Copia’s fingers dug slightly deeper into your flesh, grounding you in place as his words crawled under your skin. “You liked it, didn’t you? The way your body still reacts… It’s why you come back to us, even when you should be terrified.”

His words were poison, twisting in your mind, but beneath the layers of dread, there was something else—a flicker of undeniable arousal. The shame burned hot in your chest, but you couldn’t stop the way your body responded to his touch, to his words.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck. “Tonight, we remind you who you belong to… who has the power over you. Swiss won’t save you from this. You’ll take what we give you.”

The fear in your voice didn’t match the heat spreading through your body as you whispered, “Papa, no… please!” The words were instinctual, slipping past your lips as fear tangled with desire. But you didn’t truly mean them. Not at all.

Copia paused for a fraction of a second, his voice dropping the menacing tone for just a heartbeat. “Are you using your safe word, tesoro?” he asked, his mask slipping just enough for you to recognize the safety hidden beneath the performance.

And that was when it hit you—this was all a setup. A carefully crafted scene designed to push you, to test you. In that moment, you understood. No matter what was coming, you were safe. Even if a small, dark part of you didn’t want to be.

Copia’s grip loosened, but only slightly, just enough to let you breathe, but not enough to free yourself. He was still in control, his presence looming large over you. The power dynamics at play were intoxicating, the push and pull between fear and trust blurring into something dangerously exciting.

“No, Papa.” You whimpered. You could feel his hardness pressing into your back. He wanted this so badly, too.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“I want to leave. I… I want you to let me go.”

Copia moved a hand up to your throat and squeezed. “Liar. Tell the truth.”

“I am! Please!”

“You want me to take you, don’t you? Force you to take what I give you.”

“Papa, please!”

“Say it.”

The other hand moved down to the hem of your habit and gripped you over your sodden panties and feeling the soaked fabric, a low, approving growl rumbling from his chest. Immediately your hips bucked, trying to chase the pleasure that was coming your way.

You gasped, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. “No… I don’t want this,” you whimpered, but your hips betrayed you, bucking involuntarily into his touch. The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but you couldn’t give in. Not yet.

Copia’s thumb pressed against your soaked core, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, but you bit down hard, refusing to let it consume you. “Is that why you’re dripping for me?” he taunted, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to remind you of the control he held. “You want this, even if you won’t admit it.”

You shook your head weakly, though the throbbing heat between your legs told a different story. “No… I don’t…” you whispered, the words faltering as he slid your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your slick entrance.

“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers now dangerously close to plunging inside. “Say you want me to take what’s mine.”

You began to fight back, desperately trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hold on you was too strong. Each attempt only made him tighten his grip further, a low, dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Do you really think you can escape me, tesoro?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through you. Every time you moved, you felt his cock on you. That hard, hot, heavy, delicious cock your cunt was screaming for.

“Stop!” you cried, but the protest felt weak even to your own ears. Copia reveled in your struggle, using it to stoke the fire of his desire.

“Tell me you want this, and I might consider letting you go,” he murmured, pressing against you, the hardness of his body a constant reminder of the power he held. The tension in the room thickened as you fought to maintain your defiance, even as every nerve ending screamed for release.

With each thrust of his fingers against your sensitive skin, the words caught in your throat. You wanted to resist, to keep fighting against the tidal wave of pleasure building within you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The war between your body and your mind intensified, creating a delicious tension that left you gasping for breath.

Copia’s hands left your body suddenly, and before you could process the shift, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you toward the centre of the room. You stumbled, thrown off balance as he flung you onto the floor in front of Swiss, who remained unconscious and oblivious to the scene unfolding around him.

Your heart raced as you looked up at Copia, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. “Now, let’s see how much you truly want this,” he purred, a sinister smile creeping across his lips.

You felt exposed and vulnerable, the coolness of the floor beneath you contrasting sharply with the heat pooling in your core. The sight of Swiss, bound and helpless, heightened the thrill coursing through you. Copia knelt beside you, his presence overpowering as he leaned in closer. “Do you see him? Do you see what I’ve done for you?”

He brushed his fingers against your cheek, the touch both possessive and electrifying. “You’re going to show him just how much you crave this… whether you admit it or not.”

Your breaths quickened, caught between fear and anticipation. Your habit had risen up completely at this point, exposing not only your soiled panties but your midriff too. You could feel the cold air swirling around you as your legs remained spread out, body betraying how much you truly wanted and loved this.

Copia, sensing your vulnerability, positioned himself above you, his weight pressing down in a way that made your heart race. With a firm grip on your hips, he held you down, anchoring you to the floor as he leaned closer. You could feel his breath hot against your skin, a mix of lust and something more primal radiating from him.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of your panties intoxicating him. “Sathanas, you smell sinful,” he murmured, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “I can’t wait to taste you again.” The way he spoke made it clear that he was relishing every moment of your submission, drawing out your anticipation.

As he continued to breathe in your essence, your body responded involuntarily, a mix of arousal and shame flooding through you. You wanted to protest, to assert your agency, but his grip on your hips kept you firmly in place, leaving you torn between pleasure and fighting him with everything you had.

Copia’s grip on your hips remained unyielding as he savoured the intoxicating scent emanating from your panties. A wicked smile played across his lips as he lowered his mouth closer, his breath teasing the fabric. He flicked his tongue out, trailing it across the wet cotton, tasting the remnants of your arousal.

You bit back a moan.

“Delicious,” he breathed, the sound reverberating in your core. He licked again, each swipe sending shockwaves of heat through your body, intensifying the delicious tension between pleasure and shame. Your eyes fluttered closed, torn between wanting him to continue and the desperate need to assert your resistance. “You taste even better when you’re scared.”

He licked a few more times, relishing the way your body responded to him, before suddenly tearing the panties from your body, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. The fabric ripped away with a swift, unforgiving motion, leaving you bare and exposed before him.

You gasped at the suddenness, your heart racing as a thrill coursed through you, igniting every nerve ending in your body. Copia leaned back, eyes darkened with desire, taking in the sight of you—vulnerable and aching for his touch. “Now we can play properly,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he hovered over you, ready to take what he wanted.

Copia’s eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he held your gaze, the air between you thick with tension. Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged into you, his movement fierce and relentless. The force of him filling you was like a bolt of electricity, sparking every nerve ending to life. Your body reacted instinctively, arching into him, desperate for more even as your mind fought against the sheer intensity of it all.

“Feel that?” he growled, his voice low and rough like gravel. Each thrust was merciless, a raw power that left no room for gentleness. The floor beneath you felt cold and hard, but the contrast only heightened your senses, the sensation of being claimed on that unforgiving surface igniting a fire within you.

He took you with an urgency that left no space for hesitation, his hips driving against you with a force that made you gasp. You could hear the wet sound of skin meeting skin, a primal rhythm that echoed in the quiet room. Copia’s grip on your hips was firm, almost possessive, anchoring you as he thrust deeper and deeper.

With every movement, he made it clear that you were entirely at his mercy. “This is mine. You’re mine,” he declared, the words a possessive growl that sent shivers down your spine. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, blurring the lines between the two as he lost himself in you.

Your breath hitched as he pressed down harder, the intensity of it all washing over you in waves. You felt utterly consumed by him, your body responding to his every thrust, every growl, even as your mind screamed for a semblance of control. But you were lost in the moment, your body betraying you with every muffled moan that escaped your lips.

Copia’s rhythm became more frantic, his desire palpable as he pushed you closer to the edge. The world around you faded into nothingness, leaving just the two of you—wrapped in a haze of ecstasy and raw, unbridled passion.

Copia’s hunger intensified as he felt you tighten around him, urging him to push further. With a primal growl, he seized the hem of your habit, ripping it open with a feral urgency that echoed the first time Asmodeus had laid hands on you.

That earned him a loud moan.

The fabric tore apart, exposing your skin to the cool air, a rush of vulnerability coursing through you. He watched your body bounce off his cock, tits thighs jiggling as he took what he wanted. The bra was the last piece of clothing in tact, but he’d get rid of that soon enough. “Look at you,” he breathed, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and triumph. “So perfectly spread for me.”

The sensation of the ripped fabric against your skin heightened every thrust, merging pleasure and raw exposure into an intoxicating mix that left you breathless. The remnants of your habit pooled around you like discarded armor, a stark reminder of the innocence he was so willingly stripping away, and you were so willing to give.

Moans ripped from your throat wantonly, screeching out just how good it felt. Each thrust pushed you further into a whirlwind of sensation, each deep stroke igniting a fire that consumed you whole. Your body betrayed you, arching back against him as pleasure washed over you in waves, drowning out any remnants of resistance. The connection between you grew stronger with every push and pull, a primal rhythm that resonated through the room. He claimed you fiercely, and in that moment, all that mattered was the raw, intoxicating ecstasy of being utterly his.

Copia’s thrusts became more demanding, each one a declaration of his ownership as he savored every moment, his body driving against yours with a fierce need. Your heart raced as you realized that this was more than just a physical act; it was a reclaiming, a deepening of the dark connection that bound you together.

Copia’s hands slipped from your hips as he began to peel off his robes, each layer of fabric revealing more of his soft form, the contours of his chunk gleaming under the dim light. For a brief moment, a rush of adrenaline surged through you, igniting a primal instinct to escape. You pushed yourself out from beneath him, scrambling to crawl away, the cold floor sending shivers through your exposed skin.

As you crawled away, your heart pounded in your chest, fueled by the thrill of attempting to escape. But the moment was fleeting, as he effortlessly grabbed your ankles, yanking you back toward him with a possessive grip. The floor felt cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

“Not so fast,” he growled, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his bare chest. You could feel the strength in his arms, the warmth of his skin igniting a mix of fear and desire within you. With a firm yet sensual motion, he positioned you, sinking into you once more from behind, every thrust deepening the connection between pleasure and raw surrender.

He filled you completely, driving into you with a relentless intensity that stole your breath. The world around you faded, leaving just the sensation of him filling you, his body moving with purpose as he claimed you. Each thrust was a reminder of his dominance, and you felt yourself giving in, body responding eagerly to his every move, your mind battling between resistance and the undeniable pleasure he offered.

Copia’s wicked grin widened as he surveyed the scene, his predatory instincts igniting with excitement. With a sudden, decisive motion, he pulled out of you, leaving a void that had you gasping for breath. The rush of cold air against your slick skin sent a shiver down your spine, amplifying the anticipation swirling in the room.

His hands moved quickly, deftly peeling off your clothes, fabric tearing under his forceful grip. The sound of your bra ripping apart echoed, a stark reminder of your vulnerability as you were laid bare before him. The cool air kissed your skin, heightening your senses and making your pulse race.

“Now, let’s see how this feels,” he said, voice low and husky, as he positioned your arms over Swiss’s thighs. You could feel the weight of his unconscious body beneath you, the solidness of him contrasting sharply with the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

With your arms resting on Swiss’s thighs, you were completely exposed, a living plaything between them. Copia held you firm, positioning you just right as he thrust back into you with unrelenting force, each movement causing your body to jolt against Swiss. You felt the dual sensations of pleasure and danger, your heart racing as the thrill coursed through you.

Copia’s grip on your waist was possessive, each thrust deeper and harder, a rhythmic claim that reverberated through your core. The weight of Swiss’s unconscious form added a layer of intoxicating risk, your body trapped between the two of them as Copia filled you completely. The feeling of being so utterly controlled ignited a fire within you, a yearning that sent waves of pleasure washing over you, drowning out the nagging voice of protest in your mind.

Every thrust felt like a declaration, and with each powerful movement, Copia sent you spiraling further into a whirlwind of desire and surrender. You were his—no longer a person but a vessel for their desires, caught in a dizzying dance of power and submission. The world around you blurred, leaving only the primal rhythm of Copia’s body moving against yours, a tempest of pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

You watched as Swiss’s body reacted to Copia’s relentless movements, his form jolting with the force of you against him. The sight was intoxicating, a reminder of the dangerous game you were caught in. You could feel yourself tightening around Copia, betraying the resolve you thought you had. You shouldn’t be enjoying this; it felt so wrong yet so utterly exhilarating, your mind racing to reconcile the conflicting sensations. Each thrust sent shivers down your spine, blurring the line between pleasure and the haunting echo of fear, making your heart race.

Swiss stirred, consciousness creeping back into him as he groaned softly, his body reacting instinctively to the movements around him. The moment his eyes fluttered open, confusion morphed into shock as he took in the sight before him. Your hands clawed at his thighs, seeking something—perhaps a connection or a plea for help—but the confusion in his gaze quickly shifted as he processed the scenario.

Copia remained unphased, a devilish smirk on his lips, relishing the chaos he had orchestrated. He thrived on the intensity of the moment, the primal energy thrumming through the room, as Swiss’s eyes darted from you to Copia, uncertainty mixing with a flicker of understanding. Your body was taut, a taut string vibrating between two powerful forces, and with every thrust from Copia, you felt the tension spiral higher. You were caught in a web of desire and confusion, the line between pleasure and panic becoming ever more blurred.

“Good of you to finally join us,” Copia said, his voice breathless and laced with pleasure, a dark glimmer in his eyes as he relished Swiss’s confusion and surprise.

Swiss’s gaze flickered between you and Copia, his expression a mixture of disbelief and awakening desire. The reality of the situation settled over him like a thick fog, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the chair, trying to process the chaotic blend of sensations and emotions swirling around him. You were still clawing at his thighs, a silent plea for something you couldn’t quite articulate.

Copia’s gaze flickered down to Swiss, a knowing smile creeping across his face as he caught the faint outline of Swiss’s arousal beneath his clothes. The air thickened with tension, and you felt the heat radiating off both of them, each lost in the tangled web of desire that had ensnared you all.

“Look at him,” Copia teased, his voice a sultry whisper that dripped with mockery. “Our dear Swiss is starting to enjoy the show. Can’t deny what he’s feeling, can he? What do you think, tesoro? Does he want to join in on the fun?”

Your heart raced as you processed the implications of his words, the heat pooling in your stomach, both thrilling and terrifying. Swiss’s expression shifted from shock to something deeper, the flush spreading across his cheeks betraying his arousal, igniting a spark of defiance within you. Copia leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, revelling in the charged atmosphere that surrounded you.

Swiss finally spoke, his throat dry and scratchy from his slumber. “Did you want him to do this, ___?” He asked. It looked like he was about to step in and help you.

You had to nod. “I w-want it!” You screamed, clenching tightly around Copia’s cock.

Swiss nodded and looked at Copia. “Can I drop the act now, or…?”

Your eyes widened when you realised Swiss was in on it, too. Dread shot down your spine alongside the arousal that already lived there.

Copia’s smirk widened at Swiss’s words, the glint in his eyes growing darker. “Oh, but I think the act suits you, Swiss,” he replied, his tone dripping with mockery. “It adds an air of mystery, doesn’t it? But if you want to drop it, I wouldn’t stop you. After all, we both know she’s been craving something a bit more thrilling.” He leaned closer, his voice a sultry whisper, “Let’s give her what she wants, shall we?” The air crackled with unspoken tension as the two of them conspired, your heart racing with a blend of dread and excitement.

Swiss wriggled out of the ropes, so loose that it was proof that they were only there for your benefit. He frees himself from his jeans and dangles himself in front of you, teasing you.

“Don’t give it to her yet, Swiss,” Copia suggested, keeping his pace. “Make her beg for it.”

“You heard him,” Swiss told you. “Beg Papa to give you my cock.”

You hesitated at first, not wanting to show you wanted this. But, eventually, it became too much.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps, a mixture of desire and humiliation swirling within you. “I—I want it, Papa-ah!” you stammered, your voice trembling as the heat pooled in your core. “Please… I need it! Fuck! I need Swiss inside… inside me.”

The words tumbled out, each one laced with desperation, and you could feel the weight of their gazes on you, pushing you further into submission. “I can’t take it anymore… Please, I’ll do anything!” The urgency in your voice left no doubt about how over how much you needed it.

Copia laughed. “Puttana,” he hissed. “I knew you wanted it all along.”

“I d-did. H-holy shit, Papa! Please… don’t stop!”

Copia’s gaze darkened with a mix of lust and amusement as he watched you squirm, your vulnerability hanging thick in the air. “Alright, tesoro,” he drawled, a wicked smile on his lips. “You’ve begged so nicely, I think it’s time to give you what you want.”

With that, he pulled away, releasing you just enough to give Swiss the green light. “Go on then, give her everything she craves.” His voice was thick with anticipation as he leaned back, watching you both with keen interest, eager to see how this would unfold.

You steadied your breath, feeling the electric tension in the air as you leaned in closer to Swiss. His scent enveloped you, a mix of musk and desire, igniting a primal urge within. With a shiver of anticipation, you opened your mouth, letting your tongue dart out to tease the tip of his cock.

You took a moment to savour him, letting your warmth envelop the head as you swirled your tongue around it, tasting the salty essence that pooled there. His breath hitched as you started to take him deeper, inch by tantalising inch. You felt the heat radiating off him, a delicious reminder of the power you held in this moment.

With each movement, you took him further into your mouth, the soft, warm flesh of your lips brushing against him. You could feel him thickening, filling your mouth completely. You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, then sank down again, feeling the way he brushed against the back of your throat.

Your hands moved instinctively, one gripping the base of his shaft while the other rested on his thigh, fingers digging into the firm muscle as you began to find a rhythm. The wet sounds of your mouth working him mingled with the sharp gasps that escaped his lips, each one driving you to push further, to take more.

The world around you faded as you focused solely on the sensation—the taste, the heat, the sound of him losing himself to the pleasure you were giving. You quickened your pace, letting your lips glide up and down, taking him deeper, feeling him pulse against your tongue. You relished the feeling of him growing harder, the way his body responded to your every movement.

You could feel the heat building within you, a need for more. The thrill of submission and dominance tangled together in an intoxicating mix, urging you to push further, to lose yourself entirely in the act of worshipping him.

As you continued to take him into your mouth, Swiss’s patience began to wear thin. With a low growl, he grasped your hair, fingers threading through it firmly but not painfully, and guided your movements, taking control of the rhythm.

“Enough of this teasing,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you properly.” He pulled you back just enough to look you in the eyes, heat swirling between you, and with a swift motion, he thrust his hips forward, driving deeper into your mouth.

You gasped around him, the sudden intensity sending shivers down your spine. He took your reaction as encouragement, his grip tightening as he started to guide your head back and forth, establishing a pace that made your breath hitch. The desperation of his thrusts mixed with your eagerness, each thrust forcing you to take him deeper, your throat tightening around him.

With each thrust, he held your gaze, a wicked glint in his eyes that promised a pleasurable reprisal for your earlier hesitation. The air was thick with the sounds of you both—the soft, wet noises of your mouth and his sharp, urgent breaths. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the sensation of surrender mixing with the thrill of his dominance.

He pulled back momentarily, letting you catch your breath before pushing back in, more forcefully this time. “I want to feel you choke on me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, and you complied eagerly, letting him guide you into a rhythm that left you breathless. The thrill of being completely at his mercy ignited a fire within you, and all you could do was submit to the pleasure he was giving.

Swiss’s grip on your hair tightened as his impatience surged, pushing him to take control of the moment completely. He thrust deeper, each movement more forceful and urgent, his hips slamming against your mouth, the rhythm both demanding and possessive. There was an intensity in his touch that contrasted starkly with Copia’s earlier gentleness.

Where Copia had taken his time, savouring each moment, Swiss seemed to revel in the raw, primal connection between you, pushing you to your limits. As he took you harder, you could feel the heat radiating from him, the possessiveness in every thrust igniting a wildfire of desire within you. His movements were calculated yet wild, as if he was trying to claim you, body and soul.

While Swiss was all hard edges and fierce urgency, Copia’s lingering presence in the room wrapped around you like a warm blanket, a reminder of the tender moments you shared. He watched with a predatory glint in his eye, appreciating the way you surrendered to Swiss’s control. The contrast heightened the experience, turning your body into a vessel for both men’s desires, each taking you in their own distinct way.

As Swiss thrust into you, the sensation of fullness mixed with a hint of danger made your heart race. You could feel Copia’s gaze on you, a mix of approval and raw lust that only fueled your arousal further. The dynamic between them swirled in your mind—one was the soft hand guiding you into ecstasy, while the other was the raging storm that left you breathless, wanting more. The combination of their contrasting styles left you spinning, the thrill of it all overwhelming as you gave in completely to their desires.

As their bodies moved in perfect harmony, you felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure course through you, a tidal wave crashing over you, pulling you under in its depths. Each thrust became a rhythmic pulse, a sweet torment that pushed you closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The air was thick with tension, each breath a mix of anticipation and desire, heightening your senses to an almost unbearable degree.

With every deep, deliberate movement, your surroundings blurred into oblivion until all that existed was the intoxicating heat of their desires entwined with yours. You could feel the intensity of Copia’s firm grip on your hips, guiding you deeper onto Swiss’s hardness. It was a dizzying sensation, each thrust sending shivers down your spine and igniting every nerve ending.

As you neared the edge, your body ached with urgency, instinctively arching towards them, seeking more. Swiss’s gaze locked onto yours, filled with a primal hunger that ignited a fire deep within you. You felt his hands guiding you, steady yet possessive, as he took control, thrusting with an unrelenting rhythm that made you gasp, each thrust blending pleasure with the delicious edge of pain.

With every passing moment, it became clear that this was more than just physical—there was an unspoken bond forming in the heat of the moment, a shared understanding of desire and surrender. The world outside faded, leaving you suspended in a blissful haze as their bodies moved together in perfect synchronization.

As the tension built to a crescendo, you could feel your own release building, swelling within you like a storm ready to break. You surrendered completely, the sensations overwhelming, as you felt both of them push you over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, engulfing you in an intoxicating warmth as you surrendered to the moment.

In that climactic moment, Swiss let out a deep groan, his body tensing as he found his release, filling you with warmth that mingled with your own. His cum spilled onto your tongue, the salty taste coating your mouth as his grip tightened, forcing you as far down onto his shaft as you would go. Breathing wasn’t much of an option here, but it certainly heightened your own orgasm.

At the same time, you felt Copia’s movements quicken, his breath hitching as he reached his peak. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Such a good girl.” His cum filled your cunt, spilling out onto the floor with dull drips as he continued to thrust in and out, speed slowing down until he’d stopped altogether. He was breathless and panting, but still maintained the intensity of his grip on your hips even when he’d finished completely.

The heady mixture of their releases enveloped you, leaving you breathless and dazed, the raw intensity of the experience still coursing through your veins. As you lay there between them, the world outside faded into obscurity, replaced by the lingering warmth and satisfaction radiating from their bodies.

You glanced at their faces, and what you saw reflected back was not just satisfaction but a deeper understanding—a connection forged in this moment of shared vulnerability and ecstasy. It left you questioning what lay ahead, the dynamics of your relationships suddenly more intricate and thrilling than before. Would this fleeting experience evolve into something deeper, or had you opened the door to a world of possibilities you never dared to explore?

In the aftermath, silence enveloped the room, thick with unspoken words, a fragile tension hanging in the air. The lingering scent of sweat and desire hung heavy, and in that moment, you couldn’t help but wonder what new paths awaited you all, ready to be explored in the aftermath of this electrifying encounter. You couldn’t keep yourself upright anymore, too weak and powerless, you flopped down onto the floor and tried to gather and compose yourself.

As the waves of pleasure receded, both Swiss and Copia instinctively shifted from raw desire to a deeper, more tender concern. Their expressions softened, mirroring the shift in atmosphere from the frenzy of passion to the intimate aftermath of connection.

Copia knelt beside you, his fingers gently brushing the hair away from your damp forehead. “Hey, tesoro,” he murmured, his voice now a soothing balm. “You did so well, really. I’m sorry if we were too rough. We didn’t mean to push you beyond your limits.”

Swiss leaned closer, his presence warm and reassuring as he reached out to touch your arm. “You were incredible,” he said, his tone laced with sincerity. “I hope you know that. Let us take care of you now; you deserve that.”

With utmost care, they helped you to your feet, their hands steady and supportive. Copia fetched a warm, damp cloth, the softness of the fabric a stark contrast to the intensity that had just passed. Swiss, with his gentle demeanor, offered you a glass of cool water, watching you with a mixture of admiration and concern.

As they began to clean you up, their touches were meticulous, their movements tender and reassuring. Copia’s hands glided over your skin as he wiped away the remnants of the evening, each stroke accompanied by a soft murmur of encouragement. “You’re so strong,” he said softly, his gaze steady and filled with warmth. “I hope you truly know that.” By this point, his trousers were back on his body, and he was decent enough should someone walk in - despite you still being as naked as the day you were born.

Swiss knelt beside you, his eyes brimming with tenderness. “You deserve to be treated like this,” he added, his voice low and comforting. “We never want to make you feel anything less than cherished. You are everything to us.”

Once you were cleaned up and your habit had been put back on (or rather, what was left of it), they each took a side, wrapping their arms around you in a cocoon of warmth. Copia pulled you close, holding you against his chest, where you could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a reassuring reminder of the safety you found in his embrace. Swiss tucked you under his arm, his touch a gentle anchor as he rested his chin atop your head.

The three of you lingered in that moment, a quiet intimacy enveloping you like a soft blanket. You felt cherished, loved, and safe, surrounded by their protective presence. The world outside faded, leaving only the comfort of their warmth and the soothing rhythm of their breaths.

“I’m sorry for surprising you like this and not talking to you about it first,” Copia said, gently rocking you from side to side. “I thought you’d appreciate being kept in the dark about it.”

You looked up at Copia, your heart still racing from the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. “I—I appreciate the thought, Papa,” you reply softly, your voice a mix of vulnerability and understanding. “But I wish you had talked to me first. It was a lot to take in all at once.” You bit your lip, searching his eyes. “I want to be a part of this, but I need to feel like I have a say in it, too.”

“Of course, tesoro. It won’t happen again without your express permission.”

“Maybe,” Swiss began, “next time we can all plan it together but surprise you with the timing?”

You nodded, considering Swiss’s suggestion. “I like that idea,” you responded, a small smile forming. “Being surprised can be exciting, but I want to feel safe and involved in the planning. I think it would make the experience even better.” You glanced between them, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Just knowing that you both care about how I feel means a lot.” Your heart swelled with gratitude, appreciating their willingness to adapt and include you in the process.

Swiss kissed you on the forehead.

“Though saying all that,” you continued, “I thoroughly enjoyed it… even before I knew this was a scene - there was something about feeling scared again that made me even wetter than usual.”

Copia, “I could tell.” He chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“Maybe next time, you both could be rougher? Scarier?”

Swiss smiled, “Oh, I definitely have an idea about that.”

Translations:

Vieni qui = Come here.

Brava ragazza = good girl.

Sathanas, sei perfetto = Satan, you’re perfect.

Proprio così = Just like that.

Sei così cazzo stretta = You’re so fucking tight.

Dimmi = Tell me.

Puttana = Whore.

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[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 402 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

tagline 1 各地の戦況は… かくちのせんきょうは… kakuchi no senkyou wa... The state of the war in various places...

1 荼毘完全沈黙‼︎避難民の無事も確認！ だびかんぜんちんもく‼︎ひなんみんのぶじもかくにん！ Dabi kanzen chinmoku!! hinanmin no buji mo kakunin! "Complete silenced from Dabi!! Confirm the safety of the evacuees!"

2 轟焦凍任務成功です！ ショートにんむせいこうです！ SHOOTO ninmu seikou desu! "Shouto's mission is a success!"

3 そして soshite And...

4 トガ増殖停止‼︎消えていきます！ トガぞうしょくていし‼︎きえていきます！ TOGA zoushoku teishi!! kiete ikimasu! "Toga's proliferation has stopped!! [Her clones} are disappearing!"

tagline 2 「僕のヒーローアカデミア」 「ぼくのヒーローアカデミア」 「boku no HIIROO AKADEMIA」 My Hero Academia

1 そして soshite And...

tagline No.402　THE TEARFUL DAYS　　堀越耕平 ナンバー402　ザ　ティアフル　デイズ　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 402 ZA TIAFURU DEIZU   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 402 THE TEARFUL DAYS  Kouhei Horikoshi

1 トゥワイスが消えていきます…！ トゥワイスがきえていきます…！ TUWAISU ga kiete ikimasu...! "The Twices are disappearing...!"

2 重量軽減これで浮力が確保できます！ じゅうりょうけいげんこれでふりょくがかくほできます！ juuryou keigen kore de furyoku ga kakuho dekimasu! "With this weight reduction, we can secure our buoyancy!"

3 同刻 どうこく doukoku At the same time...

4 AFO‼︎死柄木に接近‼︎ オール・フォー・ワン‼︎しがらきにせっきん‼︎ OORU FOO WAN!! Shigaraki ni sekkin!! "All For One!! He's approaching Shigaraki!!"

5 泥ワープ圏内に入ってます‼︎ ど���ワープけんないにはいってます‼︎ doro WAAPU kennai ni haittemasu!! "He's entering range for his mud warp!!"

1 雄英から降りて緑谷くんは ゆうえいからおりてみどりやくんは yuuei kara orite Midoriya-kun wa Midoriya-kun, who left UA,

2 あれだけの至近距離でなんとか死柄木の攻撃をいなしているなんとか膠着状態を保っている！ あれだけのしきんきょりでなんとかしがらきのこうげきをいなしているなんとかこうちゃくじょうたいをたもっている！ are dake no shikin kyori de nantoka Shigaraki no kougeki wo inashite iru nantoka kouchaku joutai wo tamotte iru! has somehow managed at such a close range to dodge Shigaraki's attacks and maintain a stalemate!

3 泥ワープ どろワープ doro WAAPU Mud Warp

1 巻き戻しを注入した時点で… まきもどしをちゅう���ゅうしたじてんで… makimodoshi wo chuunyuu shita jiten de... "At the moment I injected Rewind..."

2 此処がゴールだった…… ここがゴールだった…… koko ga GOORU datta...... "this [place] was my goal......"

3-4 弔に「僕の"個性"」を譲渡する事で とむらに「ふくせいひん」をじょうとすることで Tomura ni 「fukuseihin (kanji: boku no "kosei")」 wo jouto suru koto de "By transferring my copy of my quirk to Tomura,"

5 彼は僕を超えた僕となる かれはぼくをこえたぼくとなる kare wa boku wo koeta boku to naru "he will become a me that surpasses me."

6 まだ…密着さえすれば‼︎ まだ…みっちゃくさえすれば‼︎ mada...micchaku sae sureba!! If only...we were glued together!!

7 来いAFO こいオール・フォー・ワん koi OORU FOO WAN "Come, All For One."

8 OFAに邪魔されずに 緑谷にじゃまされずに Midoriya (kanji: OFA) ni jama sarezu ni "Without interference from Midoriya (read as: One For All),"

9 円滑な譲渡を行うには えんかつなじょうとをおこなうには enkatsu na jouto wo okonau ni wa "to ensure a smooth transfer..."

1 おいで oide "Come here,"

2 死柄木弔 もう一人の僕 mou hitori no boku (kanji: Shigaraki Tomura) "other me (read as: Tomura Shigaraki)."

3 先生… せんせい… sensei... "Master..."

4 邪魔だよ じゃまだよ jama da yo "you're a nuisance."

1 やはりすでに"意識"は呑まれているか やはりすでに"ぼく"はのまれているか yahari sude ni "boku (kanji: ishiki)" wa nomarete iru ka Indeed, you've already consumed my consciousness, huh?

2 まァいい maA ii Well, that's fine.

3 ならば出向くまでさ ならばでむくまでさ naraba demuku made sa "In that case, I'll have to go over [there]."

4 おい oi "Hey,"

5 …あれ… ...are... "...that..."

1 わあああっ‼︎ waaaa!! "Waaaagh!!"

2 その情けない表情を以て そのなさけないかおをもって sono nasakenai kao (kanji: hyoujou) wo motte "While you have that pitiful face (read as: expression),"

3 若者に夢を見せた責任を取ろうオールマイト‼︎ わかものにゆめをみせたせきにんをとろうオールマイト‼︎ wakamono ni yume wo miseta sekinin wo torou OORU MAITO!! "let's have you take responsibility for showing dreams to the youth, All Might!!"

(the little bubbles containing ハッ are "hah" noises from Izuku breathing heavily)

1 オールマイト助けなきゃあ‼︎緑谷出久‼︎ オールマイトたすけなきゃあ‼︎みどりやいずく‼︎ OORU MAITO tasukenakyaa!! Midoriya Izuku!! "You have to help All Might!! Izuku Midoriya!!"

2 丁度いいや！行ってこいよ‼︎ ちょうどいいや！いってこいよ‼︎ choudo ii ya! itte koi yo!! "Such good timing! Go [get him] and come back!!"

3 その間に先刻俺を痛め続けた上の連中 そのあいだにさっきおれをいためつづけたうえのれんちゅう sono aida ni sakki (kanji: senkoku) ore wo itame tsudzuketa ue no renchuu "In the meantime, that lot [of yours] above who kept hurting me earlier,"

4 全部壊しとくからさ！ ぜんぶこわしとくからさ！ zenbu kowashitoku kara sa! "I'll destroy all of them [before you get back]!"

1 運命などこの腕で好きな形にねじ曲げてやるさ うんめいなどこのうでですきなかたちにねじまげてやるさ unmei nado kono ude de suki na katachi ni nejimagete yaru sa With these arms, I'll twist fate into whatever shape I like.

2 僕も一緒にねじ曲げます ぼくもいっしょにねじまげます boku mo issho ni nejimagemasu I'll also twist it together with you.

3 一度は抑えた筈の涙が いちどはおさえたはずのなみだが ichido wa osaeta hazu no namida ga The tears he had once held back

4 再び溢れ零れそうになるのを堪える ふたたびあふれこぼれそうになるのをたえる futatabi afure kobore sou ni naru no wo taeru are about to overflow and spill again, and he resists it..

5 その泣き虫は治さないとな そのなきむしはなおさないとな sono nakimushi wa naosanai to na You need to fix that crybaby [thing].

6 良い弟子でありたいから いいでしでありたいから ii deshi de aritai kara ...because he wants to be a good disciple.

7 OFAの面影が ワン・フォー・オールのおもかげが WAN FOO OORU no omokage ga The One For All vestige

8 緑谷出久の中で みどりやいずくのなかで Midoriya Izuku no naka de inside Izuku Midoriya

9-10 一足先に別れを告げた ひとあしさきにわかれをつげた hitoashi saki ni wakare wo tsugeta bade him farewell there earlier.

1 オールマイト!!! OORU MAITO!!! All Might!!!

1 "個性"がなくても "こせい"がなくても "kosei" ga nakutemo Even if I don't have a quirk,

2 ヒーローは出来ますか⁉︎ ヒーローはできますか⁉︎ HIIROO wa dekimasu ka!? can I become a hero!?

3 できるよ dekiru yo You can.

4 だって君は沢山頑張れるもの だってきみはたくさんがんばれるもの datte kimi wa takusan ganbareru mono Because you are one who can do your best a lot.

5 夢を捨てきれなかったもの ゆめをすてきれなかったもの yume wo sutekirenakatta mono Because you are one who cannot abandon your dream.

6 私も わたしも watashi mo I, too,

7 捨てきれないんだよ すてきれないんだよ sutekirenainda yo cannot abandon mine either.

8 私の…… わたしの…… watashi no...... My......

9 夢… ゆめ… yume... dream...

1-2 平和の……象徴に…… へいわの……しょうちょうに…… heiwa no......shouchou ni...... "[To become] the symbol......of peace......"

3 後よろしくな あとよろしくな ato yoroshiku na "I leave the rest to you,"

4 空彦 そらひこ Sorahiko "Sorahiko."

1 そいつの夢 そいつのゆめ soitsu no yume "That kid's dream,"

2 叶えてやってくれ かなえてやってくれ kanaete yattekure "please make it come true."

3 お師匠ォオ‼︎ おししょうォオ‼︎ oshishouOO!! "Masteeer!!"

4 志村菜奈の最後… しむらななのさいご… Shimura Nana no saigo... Nana Shimura's end...

5 何故 今思い出す⁉︎ なぜ いまおもいだす⁉︎ naze ima omoidasu!? Why do I remember it now!?

6 理想ばかりが先行し実力の伴わない女だった りそうばかりがせんこうしじつりょくのともなわないおんなだった risou bakari ga senkou shi jitsuryoku no tomonawanai onna datta She was a woman who put her ideals first, without the power to back them up.

7 実にみっともない死に様だった じつにみっともないしにざまだった jitsu ni mittomonai shi ni zama datta And then she died such a pathetic death.

1 オール・フォー・ワン OORU FOO WAN All For One,

2 おまえはオールマイトに負ける…必ずね おまえはオールマイトにまける…かならずね omae wa OORU MAITO ni makeru...kanarazu ne you will lose to All Might...for sure.

3 だって datte Because...

4 こいつ koitsu This guy,

5 自分もろともーー じぶんもろともーー jibun morotomo-- together with himself-- (Note: The implication is that AFO has realized All Might plans to take AFO down with him.)

6 おまえより俊 (とし) 典の方が おまえよりとしのりのほうが omae yori Toshinori no hou ga compared to you, Toshinori is

7 イカレてる IKAREteru crazier.

8 もっかい死ねば もっかいしねば mokkai shineba "If you die once more,"

9 せめて幼稚園児くらいにはなるかぁ⁉︎ せめてようちえんじくらいにはなるかぁ⁉︎ semete youchienji kurai ni wa naru kaa!? "will you become about as old as a kindergartner!?"

tagline 全てを賭して‼︎ すべてをとして‼︎ subete wo toshite!! Risk everything!!

[grimm-the-tiger]

My favorite works of fiction described as badly as possible, part 5:

Kids explore a Ghibli apocalypse. Sometimes evil seafood tries to eat them. Also, hell. (Sky: Children of the Light)

The Happening but with wizards and coherency. (Uprooted)

The worst fucking weather you can think of. (Stormlight Archive)

Living defibrillator runs from the cops and capitalism. (Michael Vey)

Average DND party fights dragons and causes problems. (Legend of Vox Machina)

Lady beats up white guys in feudal Japan. (Blue Eye Samurai)

Russian witch fights her shitty boyfriend to save her even shittier boyfriend. (Shadow & Bone)

Franz Kafka presents: The United States Air Force. (Catch-22)

The British starve to death in the Arctic again. (Frostpunk)

Prometheus starts matchmaking as a ploy to kill Zeus. (Kaos)

Depressed guy going through a terrible breakup becomes a nihilist after the worst acid trip imaginable. (Vide Noir)

Four hobos, a child, and this freaky dog they found break into a dungeon to fight pervert monsters and starve to death (alt: Finnish guy tests how much bullshit he can get away with putting in a game before Steam puts its foot down). (Fear & Hunger)

Scientific laboratory violates every law of workplace safety, reality, and basic common sense for shits and giggles. (Tales From the Loop)

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[ishtates]

Saw People do this both here and TikTok

TNMN Nightmare Mode voice claims

Xezbet: Kaos ( Skylanders )

Drugia: Golden Queen ( Skylanders ( trap team ) )

Barbatos: Lord Hater ( Wander Over Yonder )

Exael: Ryoma Hoshi ( Danganronpa Killing Harmony )

Abdicus: AM ( I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream )

Lilith: Jay ( Home Safety Hotline )

Anazereth: Financier Cookie ( Cookie Run Kingdom )

Chaugnar: Mrs Regna ( Jianhao Tan Titan Academy )

Nyogtha: Zooble ( The Amazing Digital Circus )

Zoth: Prank Callers ( Home Safety Hotline )

Shub: Jax ( The Amazing Digital Circus )

Yog: Preminger ( Barbie As The Princess And The Pauper )

Quachil: The Cat of Specimen 7 ( Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion )

Yan Luo: Saiki ( Saiki K )

Orcus: Lolbit ( FNAF )

Ishtar: Ms Sherly ( Jianhao Tan Titan Academy )

Teutates: Frost Queen Cookie ( Cookie Run Kingdom ) ( shhh just imagine a croatian accent )

Ah Puch: Liam Plecak ( ONE / hfjone ) ( ^^ )

Dagda: Zestial ( Hazbin Hotel ) NO I DO NOT LIKE HELLAVERSE

Izanami: Amethyst ( Steven Universe )

[24karatcherrygold]

Nana Crie'Cai: Warlord of The Fractured

In the chaotic, fractured realm known as The Spaces Between, where time glitches and reality shatters, there emerged a warlord whose war-horn still echoes across the Skylands. Nana Crie’Cai, a towering, muscle-bound powerhouse with a loud, reckless personality and a booming voice, built her fearsome reputation on the battlefield. She led her troops not from the safety of a command tent but in the thick of the fray, her laughter ringing out as she mucked around in the dirt or drank her soldiers under the table. She was as likely to win a battle with her fists as with her strategy, her sheer physical might and blunt charisma earning the loyalty of her shadow-forged army, the Crie’Nai.

Her right-hand, Loris Foe’Dei, was equally formidable but quieter and more calculating. Together, they were an unstoppable force of chaos and destruction. Their relationship focused more on strategy and conflict, but that doesn't stop two idiots fooling around—a dynamic that eventually resulted in their daughter, Little Foal. A surprise to both of them, Little Foal was disregarded by the soldiers and was never truly prioritized by her warlord parents, who were too consumed by their campaigns to offer much in the way of nurturing.

The Conquest of Light and Dark

Nana Crie’Cai believed herself the rightful ruler of both the Spires of Light and Dark, claiming her mastery of their intersection in The Spaces Between as proof of her destiny. With her Crie’Nai at her back, she launched devastating campaigns against both realms, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Her armies’ fracture-forged creatures, born from the chaotic energies of The Spaces Between, were unlike anything the Spires had faced before. Nana’s victories seemed inevitable until her enemies did the unthinkable.

The forces of Light and Dark, usually bitterly opposed, formed a fragile alliance under the leadership of Master Strix, Commander White, and the legendary Skylander Council. In a climactic battle, the coalition outmaneuvered Nana and her forces, using enchanted seals forged from both Light and Dark Traptanium to imprison her and her loyalists within The Spaces Between. Loris, ever loyal, shared her fate. Little Foal, still a child, was taken in by the Skylanders to ensure her safety.

Betrayal and Rebellion

The instability of The Spaces Between eventually eroded the seals binding Nana and her forces. Freed once more, Nana and Loris began rebuilding the Crie’Nai, this time with the aim of consolidating their power before resuming their conquest. However, their efforts caught the attention of Kaos, who sought to recruit them for his own schemes. When Kaos demanded their allegiance, Nana laughed in his face, amused by his arrogance. Loris, however, saw an opportunity. She argued that aligning with Kaos could bolster their resources and hasten their return to power.

The disagreement escalated into a bitter conflict, splitting their forces into two factions. Loris and her loyalists joined Kaos, while Nana and her followers were driven from The Spaces Between. Enraged by Loris’s betrayal, Nana stomped across the Skylands, her once-mighty army reduced to a ragged band of warriors.

Spyro's Offer

Nana’s rampage eventually brought her face-to-face with the Skylanders once again. Though their initial encounters were hostile, Spyro saw an opportunity. Weary from years of war, Spyro understood the value of a powerful, if unruly, ally. He offered Nana a deal: the Skylanders would recognize her as the rightful Warden of The Spaces Between, granting her authority over its chaotic energies and ensuring no one else could exploit the realm’s instability. Additionally, Spyro promised to help Nana reclaim her forces and strike back against Loris and Kaos.

There was one condition: Nana had to take responsibility for Little Foal, who'd been raised by the Skylanders. Nana, who had never seen herself as a mother, initially balked at the idea. But the prospect of revenge, combined with the chance to reclaim her fractured legacy, ultimately swayed her. Begrudgingly, she accepted the deal.

Nana’s integration into the Skylanders has been anything but smooth. Loud, brash, and perpetually testing boundaries, she's a nightmare (pun intended) to manage. She drinks too much, fights too often, and treats rules as suggestions at best. Yet her strength and strategic mind constantly prove invaluable in every operation she's involved with. Her interactions with Little Foal are equally chaotic. Nana has no idea how to parent, but hopefully over time, she'll learn to bond with her daughter in her own rough-edged way.

-Gold

Nana was - to date - one of the most difficult designs for me to draw! I suck at drawing horses, so when someone's a half horse... Ugh! It was rough, I couldn't get the fucking legs right for so long!

*long suffering horse-themed sigh*

Anyway, time to gush! Despite the issues, I think they came out perfect! I managed to give her a more bulky build to fit her war-lord backstory. Her mane and coat were fun to mess around with, but I really like the grey and white of her body contrasted with the dark cerulean of her mane and tail.

Her armor was a fascinating blend of cool grey marker and violet pencil. With some extra gold accents thrown in. Their lance is based off of the ones used in jousting, as is the rest of their entire concept.

(Gold told me the lance looks like a dirty traffic cone, I told them to fuck off)

Oh, and the crest was fun to design, I literally just took a black colored pencil and started scratching like I was in kindergarten again, and I love it!

Nana’s status as a Demi-girl is my own personal headcanon, I’m not sure what Gold actually has written for them. But hey, they didn’t stop me!

Btw Nana has a scottish accent, nothing can change my mind on that.

Hope you like her!

With love

-Cherri

[snappydragonsclaw]

Very sad but kinda cool skylanders fact

In trap team during the level where you battle kaos it is implied that your skylanders are trying to protect you possibly even more than skylands. This is one of the examples of their loyalty. They rather stay in skylands to protect us than be asked to be taken off the portal for their own safety because it will risk the player's/portal master aka your safety. There is just something very heartwarming about this fact. Just the fact that a crocgater, ardichoke,purple dragon or grimlin or possibly everyone else cares for their portal master that much.

[heretherebedork]

To be honest I think that Kao noticed that Yak’s lying to him, I suppose that therapists know body language and how to notice even smallest things for patients’ safety (wouldn’t he notice that Yoryak looks at something? Wasn’t that obvious?)

He was taking notes at the time. And maybe he does know. But he did also, apparently, approve of letting Yak do the fight. So... y'know.

People can lie to therapists. I promise. It happens. Body language is unreliable and every person is their own unreliable narrator.

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Wandee Goodday ep 4 initial reaction

Shhhhh I didn’t say I’d watch anything this weekend…. I had to…. Ugh… stare at the ceiling and relisten to an audio book after the disappointment of the Simon Snow Series ending. Anyways let’s get into this

photo review

Oh noooo dead parent dreams very scary

However I can’t help but think of OffGun in Not Me.

Still was cute if a little shocking. I started off the ep and checked my YouTube to make sure I was on the right track.

Okay but Dr Ter can’t have anymore red flags idk how Dee liked him for years. He’s the devil?! I wish there was something redeeming about him.

Try to resist his puppy dog eyes you can’t

Okay well… I hate this the whole scene is very “oh I need to keep you on the hook.” Idk why he keeps going for kisses when he wants to have his sex buddy help him with a girl? Is he just in denial or what? Really this is making him look bad bad. Also how did he get up there? He has a key for the gym at Dee’s building seems like a safety concern. Don’t you know how many women are attacked at their apartment gym by a random stranger just coming in? If they have to scan at least management knows the scumbag.

IT MADE ME THINK OF YOU!!!!! (Boston my boy my babby’s bedroom. I was expecting a sexy scene against the cube walls again. But I was happy to see his home transformed into a gym)

Okay Kao just made some terribly bad suggestions this episode. He starts off saying Dee should just guard his heart. Bitch he’s already signed and delivered it. Then? Dee and Yoryak are happy? Only when they are living in delulu land. Finally that roleplay would help them? It didn’t they can’t be honest with their feelings ever.

THEY WONT SAY THEIR IN LOVE

Okay now maybe suggest getting on prep too. It’s also something you should get regardless of gender if you’re having risky spicy time. I did like their health promotion. HPV shot does actually hurt or mine did. Every time my arm hurt terribly afterwards.