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freeluigihesbae · 5 months ago

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𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

(6,689 words)

UPDATED NOTE: this fix does NOT use ANY rape/non-con elements so if your conclusion of this fic includes any elements of that, you are entirely incorrect.

summary:

you lost luigi in an accident years ago and finally, you've gotten over him. today, you found yourself falling in love with someone else after several wonderful dates and hangouts with him. with anatole.

you should've known that the lack of a body isn't equal to the absence of its spirit.

𝗍𝗐: 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇!𝗅𝗎𝗂𝗀𝗂, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗅𝗎𝗂𝗀𝗂, 𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋/𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍!𝖼𝗇𝖼, 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏 (𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽), 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗀

"Hello?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"You were listed as an emergency contact for Mr. Luigi Mangione. We're calling with some tragic news from the Pasadena State Police Department."

"What?"

"We're sorry to tell you he's passed away in a multi-vehicle car accident. We'll need you to come down and identify the body."

"He can't be gone. He can't be please tell me you have the wrong person plea-"

"We're sorry ma'am. An officer is on their way to escort you down. We offer our sincere condolences."

The architecture is rich and flamboyant with the egos of the hundreds, if not thousands of individuals who have visited the restaurant. The thousands who have flaunted laughs backed by riches.

But tonight, the richness didn't lie in the fact that your date had brought you to one of the most expensive restaurants in Pasadena. Rather, it was the moments worth counting in seconds that had built into an empire of affection between the two of you.

Anatole, your date, made you swoon the day you met. He was from Greece and previously, was an avid traveler who settled in California, studying to become a philosophy and history professor. He was smart, studying beyond his years and receiving academic accolades like no other.

It was hard, but you had to admit to yourself that in so many ways, Anatole had reminded you of Luigi, who you'd lost in an accident four years ago. It was a turn of events that broke the happiness you would tread upon, because he was a major part of it. The truth shattered you for two years and took you to the doormats of several therapy offices who only seemed to repeat a script written to numb, not cure the pain.

It was a pain that needed more than words. It was a pain that required a rough, painstakingly slow process of self-healing where you sat, for the two years after that, gluing together what remained of your sanity and growing it in protected quarters until the cracks disappeared and you were whole again.

When you met Anatole, his curly hair and dark locks made that picture flash again and it took months for you to differentiate the reasons why you loved him. No matter how many nights you spent trying to push it away, the truth was ugly, bubbling up to the surface to present itself like it was never tainted by your fingers trying to push it down: he looked like Luigi. He was like Luigi.

And you missed Luigi.

You still took the time to have dates with Anatole because, to his credit, there was merit in his accent, the way he spoke, the things he talked about, the way his smile bloomed with dimples on the side, the way his arms circled around your waist and for a second, never felt cold.

It was all perfect and soon, the blatant truth of Anatole being a symbol of Luigi started to fade until it didn't. You'd come back from dates feeling suffocated, like someone had their hand around your neck. Or other times, you'd feel like you were being watched by twelve pairs of eyes, judging you and whispering how dare you in tantalizing, irritating voices. You remember the days you'd spent hunching over and quietly chanting prayers that it would all go away. It would, until you forgot they happened and they came back to remind you those sensations never left. A perpetual cycle, of sorts.

Since you were stuck there, you got used to the perpetual cycle and accepted it as a normal part of grieving. Perhaps, this is what grief was like for those who had their love torn away from them because of the worst cards fate had dealt them. A young, blooming love severed painfully enough that you felt a connection alive with the person who was actually dead.

In a way, it was like you were slowly dying too.

Still, you lived with it, having everything above read and feel like the side effects to what really only was a medicine.

You could never replace Luigi.

But you still tried.

"Fuck, the gods have nothing on you." Anatole is looking down, gripping your waist hard as you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

"Stop, Anatole please you flatter me too much." You're smiling into his skin and in drives him even more insane.

"Keep it up and I might do more than just dance in front of all of these people." Your head shoots up because you realize that, oh, you're not alone. There were a couple other dates and couples dancing with you, swaying to the piano, violin, and beautifully arranged jazz emitting through the atmosphere. The music was drawing out the desire in you both, making the words you both never dared to say step closer to the opening of your lips.

"What if I wanted you to?" You tease him back, retreating from shock and drawing a finger down his chest, staring into his dark, hazelnut eyes.

"I'd say no." Anatole smirks at you, and your eyebrows furrow.

"You don't love me, hm?" You ask, biting your lip while you frown.

"I do. That's why I'd take us inside a room where I could break you to pieces and put them back together without anyone else knowing." His words are teetering on the outer-edge of your ear, his breath hot and heavy as you shiver slightly. Your body shakes a little as you whimper and it prompts him to tighten his grip.

"You like that baby?" You take a few steps back while holding his outstretched arm before he ropes you back in, now your back pressing against his chest.

You sway lightly, letting your head tip back as you confess a quiet yes.

His fingers come up ever-so-slightly and tip your neck farther back, eliciting a painfully quiet whimper.

"When I'm not with you," Anatole is talking into your ear now, teasing you with the tip of his tongue dragging itself inconspicuously, "I feel like a thin line lost in a canvas of paint strokes." You gasp, and your eyes widen when you realize it was from a poem that you wrote.

A poem that you had only ever shared with Luigi.

You freeze your movements, tightening the hands you have around Anatole. Your breathing increases and your eyes flutter as you try to make peace with the reality you just heard.

"How do you know that line?" You don't dare turn around, lightly swaying to blend into the crowd.

You don't get an answer but rather a simple line.

"Don't look back. Walk towards the room we have upstairs and I'll confess to everything." Anatole speaks in your ear and suddenly, it feel like someone is tearing and slicing your heart into pieces. You can't help but stumble a bit, but Anatole's hand catches you before you fall.

You heed his words, not looking behind you. For some reason, it seemed wise to listen and look ahead.

You knew that if you look back, you'd see Anatole, but you'd see him through the eyes that he was an attempt to replace Luigi. Your dirty secret, that you'd stayed with Anatole because you still hadn't gotten over Luigi would scream at you in the form of Anatole's being and you were not ready to face it.

You kept walking because you hoped this was all a misunderstanding and that Anatole was just a damn good poet and something of a soulmate from your past life.

The walk feels treacherous because you know Anatole is behind you. You feel scared because a vulnerable side to you was now exposed. He knew something you didn't even though you realized this through a secret you did know. The entire situation flowed like a paradox, threatening to steal your breath and deprive you of healing if it was dared to be interrupted.

For some reason, the closer you got to the room, the more vivid the image of Anatole pulling a knife from his belt became more vivid. Something more...sinister was presenting itself in your mind, manifesting itself through your shaky steps and the peculiar way Anatole had said absolutely nothing.

Rather, he stalked behind you as you felt like you'd die if you stepped an inch further.

You didn't, and that's why it was so haunting.

"Open the door." Anatole commands you firmly and you visibly shiver this time, feeling so on-edge and uncomfortable you want to dart and run.

Your hands reach to take the key from your purse and the closer you get to the zip of your purse, the harder it was to stop the drops of salty tears that wanted to escape from your eyes. Yet, you somehow manage it, letting your index and middle finger slide in and out with the key card.

What does opening the door represent? You stare at the paint on it, taking note of how it's slowly wearing off despite the management touting they kept note of anything in degradation no matter the degree. You see a black, presumably sticky tar-like substance peeping through the space between the hinges.

Not everything is held together as well as one says it is.

That's why opening the door was so difficult. Because now, you had to admit that this was true about yourself.

So you do what makes the most rational and emotional sense.

You run.

You slip out of your heels within seconds and start dashing down the hallway, sobbing as you heard Anatole's footsteps behind you without any voice or any words.

Why was he chasing you without yelling your name? Why wasn't he asking you what was wrong and screaming for you to come back?

Why was it just hard, terrifying thuds chasing after you?

After what seems like an eternity, you reach the end of the hallway and throw open the door to the stairs before scurrying farther and farther down the staircase, still wary of the steps that were coming down behind you.

Still, Anatole hasn't said a single word but you can tell he's gaining ground.

"Anatole you're fucking scaring me say SOMETHING!" Your voice becomes high pitched as you speak through harrowing sobs that strain against your throat. You babble out words and phrases, incoherent before you trip and hit a wall in front of you.

It's not a wall.

It's a body.

You push yourself back and yet, land on the ground before you're looking up and to your horror, it's Luigi.

The man who should be dead.

Within a second, you've long forgotten Anatole's footsteps that were hankering after you as your breath gets caught in your throat and tears squeeze themselves out of your eyes painfully. Your eyes widen to the point that trying to close them seems wrong.

"N-No no no no I'm dreaming- DON'T!" Luigi is stepping closer towards you, towering over you like it was his second nature.

He stares at you, eyes blank and rid of any and all emotion. Your hands comes up to hug yourself as you're swallowing your own saliva over and over again, sobbing and pleading that his figure stays away.

"I c-can't I can't I-I-I-" and suddenly, the footsteps that were running after you come back and you scream when it stops, halting right behind you.

You look up and there he is.

Luigi.

You're not sure anymore whether you've alive at this point. Maybe this is an extended dream and it's going on for too long.

"NO NO NO!" You scramble back while Luigi takes another step down and you turn your head to where Luigi was initially standing and...

there's no-one there.

"Oh my fucking god I'm going insane-" You start shivering and letting sounds slips between your lips, crouching down onto the floor and folding yourself into a fetal position, utterly and ridiculously terrified that what you're dealing with is beyond comprehension and unworthy of being deemed reality.

You sob and sob, painfully aware that Luigi, or a figure of him, is standing there, watching you with what you assume are darkening eyes because the air around you seems to be more and more haunting, threatening to choke you.

A hand suddenly comes down to touch you and you scream bloody murder, but it's soft.

Beautifully, utterly soft. And it's tracing a delicate path up the curves of your body and terrifyingly, you feel your back straightening itself out, as though you're a flower, brainwashed by a contaminated nature to bloom despite your being not wanting to.

You feel your neck tilt back on the floor, horrified that any of it is happening without your own consent.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Luigi speaks and that voice, in all the horror of the moment, is so soothing you realize.

Anatole's voice had sounded exactly the same. When you were both dancing and swaying to the music, even when you retracted your head from his neck in shock of his bold statement, you failed to notice the absence of his accent.

He was speaking in Luigi's voice and you were so sickeningly in love with Anatole for being a near copy of Luigi, you let it slip. That means the man you were dancing with wasn't Anatole.

It was Luigi in disguise.

Luigi's hand, or rather, his finger reaches the junction of your jaw and ear, pressing harder and placing pressure in small circles. You try to move your hands to pull him away, but you can't. They're limp, yet, frozen in place. You turn your eyes and realize that both of Luigi's hands are still at his side.

But you feel something on you.

You want to scream again and melt away from the terror of the moment, but instead, you find yourself moaning in tears, the circles he's pressing into you provoking pleasure you hadn't felt in so long, you're at the mercy of saying yes or yes.

Your lips part, whimpers and moans escaping without a sign of stopping as your eyes flutter close. For just a moment, your mind drowns in the memories of years and months of nights where Luigi had done just the same, pressing his fingers into the same weak spot and watching your eyes. He'd watch the way you looking back at him, but so drunk in the guilty pleasure of losing control and that he'd do it more and listen to the weak, breathy answers you'd give to his questions.

And so, you muster the same now.

"Lu-" Your voice is breathy as your eyes are rolling, the pressure keeping the same consistency. "You n-need to st-" Your voice trails off into a breathy ah which becomes dust in the sounds that continue to come from your mouth.

"What was that baby? Lu? Luigi? The man you actually love?" Luigi asks this sweetly and you turn your eyes towards him and watch him smile, his teeth gracing your vision as you feel your cheeks smile, desperate to enjoy his beautiful face before you feel something choke you.

Your back arches and you scramble to pull it off, only to find nothing is there and his hands are still at his sides.

"Luigi? The man you tried to fucking replace?" Luigi is snickering now, bending down and sitting his knees closer to your hopeless body.

You make sounds you didn't know you were capable of, moans that are stringy and drawn out while tightly woven into gags and rings of struggle that you watch Luigi basking in, breathing in and running his hands through his hair.

And finally, it all stops. The sensations stop, the choking stops, and you can move your body again.

It takes a second, but you take full advantage, launching yourself back into the wall when you realize what just happened.

But Luigi has other plans, this time truly using his hands and dragging you underneath his kneeling body and ripping your dainty, skin-tight dress into two as you yelp, covering your mouth with your hands.

He stares into your eyes and you realize your upper torso is beneath his legs as you stare up at him from his groin, all the way up to his face tilted down to stare at you.

To stare down upon you.

"You're not going anywhere. Because I never went anywhere for all these years." Luigi tears away at the fabric of your dress that was still on your body, leaving you bare with the sad excuse of the skimpy yet strangely classy lingerie you had chosen for the night. His hands suddenly come down onto your stomach and you gasp because they're ice cold.

Like they'd come out of a freezer.

You hear Luigi groans are he runs his hand around your waist, watching you squirm and twist in every and all directions because of how crude the temperature felt on your skin.

"You were always sensitive to temperature baby. I love watching you shiver and squirm under me." His voice is steady, a stark contrast to the stability your body was unable to exercise. You knew this was wrong, that it was fucked up and a product of some sick, warped reality.

Perhaps, one last attempt at sticking to what guided you through life might work.

"L-Luigi p-please stop I can't d-do this," You gasp when his cold fingers now return to the small junction at your neck, where the sensation had previously been, and you start to whimper, sighs and moans mixed together which are forcing themselves from your lips. "Th-This isn't right, oh, I'm in l-love with s-someone else." You start panting as his other hand is palm down pressed into your stomach, quivering at the sensation.

"Is that what you say to the man you loved that came back from the dead?" Luigi hand circles your neck, pulling you up with a steadily increasing force and pull. "I came back to love you again and that's what you say baby?" His voice sounds angrier, and you can feel it by the way he presses harder, cutting off your airflow. His fingers also grip your hips, making the protruding bones ache.

"Fuckin' answer me." Luigi takes his hand off and slaps your face, a harsh sound resounding through the staircase that has been forgotten to you. As a precaution, he slaps you again. You yelp and nod your head.

"No, no, no-" "Then why are you nodding?" He questions you and you realize he's right. You're saying two different things even though you meant to say no. You gave up. He was right. You missed him. You found parts of him in Anatole and in truth, you could care less about what happened to that man because Luigi's hands were all over you again and that's all you wanted.

"'M sorry Lu I shouldn't be so mmean-" Luigi's fingers dip into and out of your mouth within seconds as he lets you finish the word, but they go right back in, taking swipes at the back of your throat and incredulously, you don't choke.

It's like you've been taking his fingers this entire time.

"That's right baby. And," He stops, ripping apart the black, lacy bra that was giving you a half of the sanity you had left, watching your hands fly to cover your breasts. He doesn't relent, pulling off both with ease before giving one a hard slap. "I'd forgive you, perhaps, but you just had to and be a slut." He ends his words with a spiteful tone, forcing your jaw open before spitting inside and giving your face another slap.

"Swallow."

You do, panting at the shame of being so exposed and the shock of seeing Luigi in front of you.

"You had to try and fuck other men. You had to fuck other men to cope with the grief. What happened to your-" He turns you around to put you face down, paying no heed to your whines and winces and your cheek, smushed onto the icy floor. Your hands are at either sides of your head, gripping onto the air like it was a bedsheet.

"Values?" His hand comes down with heavy force right onto your ass, sending you forward and trying to escape his arms, but his grip is so perfectly settled you only wither in his touch.

"Modesty?" Another spank and this time, you gurgle out a moan, thanks to the copious amount of saliva stuck in your throat from the sobs you let out earlier. He slaps you on the same cheek before you hear his belt unbuckling and your eyes widen.

A small zip of a sound is heard before he's talking again.

"Hands. Behind your back." He says and you look back at him, letting out a cry and the way his eyes are intent and horrifyingly focused. For a second, you get scared.

"N-No get away from me I-" But it's the wrong move, because his hand comes up, threading into your hair and pulling it back with a cruel, unrelenting force. "You fuckin' listen to me. If you say no one more time I'm gonna drill my fuckin' cock into without any prep and you're gonna take the pain for what you've done to me for four-" He slaps a side of your face closest to him.

"fuckin'-" Another slap, but harder.

"YEARS." He screams the word out and lets go of your head before pulling both of your hands and settling them on the small of your back himself, listening to you moan at the sick pleasure of what he'd done.

His belt is rough, circling around your wrists and without hesitation, he tugs are hard as he can before securing it and dropping the pair.

A spank comes landing.

"What were the two words I asked you before you said no to me?" His voice sounds like it's breaking and you realize he's in tears. You turn to face him but he pushes your face the other side before you stammer them out. "Values 'n m-modesty." You answer and he gives your ass an affirming squeeze.

"Yeah, tell me what happened to 'em. Tell me how you hurt me all these years." He flips you back over and pulls your last piece of protection down, sliding it away from your feet and finally, you're absolute bare in front of him. His lips come and lick a stripe up your cunt which is already wet, soaking for him to hurt you.

"L-Lu I never meant to hurt- oh." You immediately respond to the way his tongue laps at the sensitive bud, feeling his fingers pull back the hood to get greater access. His lips are puckering and swirling around as you're arching up and pressing down, allowing yourself to get lost in the pleasure.

He stops and harshly slaps you between your legs. You, in return, reward him with a sob.

"Tell me right fuckin' now in fact-" He straightens himself and pulls you closer as you ignore the textured floor digging into your back with every second you slide. He eventually grabs your ankles, hiking them over his shoulders before he raises his eyebrows.

"Ah, wearing my anklet I see." You wish the floor could swallow you whole because it's true. It is Luigi's anklet that you wore every time Anatole fucked you, telling him everything but the fact that Luigi had made you wear it the first time he ate you out. "Y-Yeah Lu." You stutter and Luigi smiles a little, a smug intention hidden behind his handsome features.

His lips press at the clasp of the anklet, trailing down your calf and thigh before his lips are breathing over the spot you need him to touch.

"You're going to lay there and take whatever I give you. In the process, you're going to tell me everything you went through - the lengths you've gone to try and forget me and the night you felt like someone was choking you and someone was watching you and you're going to cry and smile and show me every single part of you that's been hiding the secret that every man you tried to love was only a fragment of me. You're going to tell me how you missed me. And if you stop, I will too and I'll never ever come back." Luigi doesn't give you a moment to react before his lips latch onto your cunt, biting and licking the nub as you stretch and bend you neck dangerously far back. "Start talking." He slap the side of your thigh while speaking into your lips, making the vibrations shoot your arousal up even more.

"I-I-I met Anatole 'n the first thing- person I thought uh-" You let tears run down your face before you suck in a breath and continue, pushed by his eyes giving you a glare. "Of was y-you and I'd remember how you're so s-smart and you t-told me 'bout everything I know and he'd do the same ah ah ah-" "I'd think o-of you whenever he f-fucked me and called me a p-pretty girl b-because no- ugh fuck - no-one can do me the way y-you do-" and you want to keep going, but his tongue is working wonders as you feel yourself getting closer.

"That's not the entire story. Tell me how used to feel after your dates." He pauses before going back to eating you out, licking every sensitive patch of skin he possibly can. You dig your fingers into your palm, cursing at how they're behind your back and not in his hair.

"Sometimes I'd feel like ngh there was a hand around my-my neck choking m-me as a punishment-" Luigi slips a finger in while, now taking his lips away and making you whine, but in retaliation, he slips in a second and you see colors in front of your eyes.

"Keep fucking going." He enunciates his words with a harder thrust of his fingers which get the words tumbling out of your lips.

"I'd try stop it but n-nothing would be there and s-somet-times I'd feel like I was bein' watched 'cause I was trying to forget y-you and and and-" your voice gets higher in pitched as he speed up. "'N I didn't mean it Lu I didn't know what to do oh please baby I always felt so-so b-bad oh oh oh ngh please-" Your back is arched farther up than it should, prompting Luigi to slide his free hand over your stomach before pulling on a breast and squeezing it in his hand.

And squeezing hard. You feel a sob erupt again as you're shouting, begging for him to stop and trying to pull your body away from his grasp but it only tightens and you cry harder, hiccupping.

"You know why you felt that way, baby?" He lets go before squeezing the other breast and watching you flail your head and body side to side, only curling his fingers to watch your mouth go agape. "It was all me. It was all me torturing that pretty mind-" His fingers leave your breast and snake past your lips. "It was me making those cries fall from your pretty lips when you were running your hands all over your body during a nice, hot shower." His fingers go deeper into your mouth as he taps it inside, signaling for you to suck on them which you obey, increasing your own pace in line with your approaching orgasm.

"I was the fuckin' one watching the way you smiled when another man was treating you the way I did and I fuckin." He thrusts once, hard enough to make your body shake. "Hated it. You're not gonna cum." He pulls his fingers out and the neediest, sluttiest whine escapes past your lips, prompting him to get up and circle his hand around your neck.

He doesn't need to say it, because you know what to do when you see his pants coming off, black and rich, sliding down his legs as you situate yourself on your knees, panting and gulping down feverishly. You lick your lips before you find the courage to ask.

"C-Can I touch myself while I-" He cuts you off with a slap before roughly grabbing your face and digging his tongue in, drinking in all your sounds as you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Not yet baby. Not until you show me why you deserve any pleasure tonight." He frees his cock, letting it jump before sliding the first few inches down your throat and waiting a few seconds before slamming your head down to take it all in.

"'M gonna hold it there but anyways-" He watches you gurgle around his cock, eyes widening in different variation before he starts talking. "Sometimes, I used to sleep next to you in your bed without letting you see. When you moved around on the bed, I'd shift in the sheets. There were times I even touched you baby," he pulls out and lets you breathe, watching as your glossy eyes stared up into his. Luigi lets a finger sit under your chin as your lips are parted, waiting to see what he says.

"I'd watch your body shiver and turn, as I snaked a few fingers across your stomach," and he bends down to do the same, "and then to your neck," his finger reaches your neck and he takes it all away before grabbing you hair and slamming himself back into your throat, rocking his hips at a painful rate, "before I took my hands away because I fuckin' loved you and wouldn't do that to you, but now," he moans out your name, hips stuttering as your throat has adjusted to his length like second nature, giving him the satisfaction of squelches and noises that drive him over the edge.

"Now, I c-can't find it in me to care if I'm hurtin' ya or not 'cause you were a fuckin' slut and I'm gonna make you take whatever I f'ckin give you bitch-" He slows down, enunciating his thrusts harder before he finally lets go, cumming down your throat. He pulls out and watches you cough, choke, sliding to the floor and hunching over in defeat of how exhausted you are. You didn't have your hands to help you and that meant your head, face, and hair were used like objects.

And oh, you loved and love it.

"On your back." He pushes you onto your back and you wince, your hands digging into the middle but he doesn't care, slapping the inside of your thigh to signal that you should widen them, but you don't.

You don't because you still haven't recovered.

"Lu, baby j-jus' give me a minute-" "You had four years to be a slut and tonight, I'm gonna remind that you're always gonna be my fuckin'-" He slides past the wetness of your cunt, letting a hand rub your clit and watching strained noises come out of your mouth and you wiggle against the restraint holding your arms together.

"My fuckin' slut my fuckin' slut." And he does. He claims you, pushing his entire length inside before grabbing your body like a feather and ramming it into his, watching your breasts shake with every thrust. He bends down expertly, licking stripes on your breastbone before biting and sucking hickeys into your plush, untouched skin.

"I love you 'n you're always gonna be mine. From now on," He sucks particularly hard before you moan out his name and he smiles. "Every date you go on, I'll be watching. When you come back, you know what you're getting. If you don't though-" He stops his assault, stilling his hips and watching you pant, trying to grind yourself down on his cock but he has you anchored in place, before slapping your clit.

You arch and sob while listening to his next words.

"If you stop going on those dates, I'll never touch you again. I'll never fuck you because you deserve to let those men touch you so you're reminded every time you come back to me that you are a slutty fucking traitor." He resumes his thrusts, fucking into you like the day was ending seconds away from that moment. The speed is so unbelievable that you let your eyes roll to the back of your head, accepting whatever he gave. "I fuckin' love when you take what I give you f-fuckin' love when you give up 'n lay limp like a fuckin' r-rag doll god baby-" You're clenching around him, chasing your own orgasm but in it all, you ask him the burning question.

"L-Lu who was dancing with m-me fuck fuck fuck before I came up to my room? Y-You?" You ask him, desperate to get an answer because you had realized the body was Anatole's looks but the voice was Luigi's when the line from your poem resounded in your ear.

Luigi, somehow, goes even faster, turning you onto your side while pressing your neck and getting an even better angle for the spot inside.

"B-Baby I'm glad you asked b-because-" He moans as his head lolls back, devouring the pleasuring of your cunt clenching around his wet, moist length. "G-Gonna cum L-Lu c-can I-" "Cum for me. Fuckin' s-slut." And you let go, the tip of him hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves as your mewl around him when he refuses to stop.

Your eyes widen as he continues to drill into you.

"L-Lu-" "Remember what I said. Say no and I'll leave you." He continues his ministrations and at this point, you're wailing from both pain and pleasure, struggling against the belt that is now digging into your wrists.

"T-To answer your question, all 'ah this was a lie. Your fuckin' man wasn't real." His hips finally still as he's groaning, cumming into you and you moan too, feeling his fluid fill your cunt.

"F-Fuck." You breathe out and he pulls his length out slowly, watching the cum coat you and drip out, slowly because of its viscosity.

He takes his thumb, swiping at any excess cum and fucking it back into you a few times.

"Keep me inside your pussy baby." He pulls away, standing up to wear his pants and you fumble over your words, tears again threatening your eyes.

"W-What do you mean it was all a lie, Lu?" Your voice is shaky as he flips you around and loosens the belt, only to wear it and leave you hanging. He stops before stepping back and roughly turning your head towards his.

"I'll answer that question for you. It was all your imagination. Good timing or else, you would have never woken up."

You're gasping for air as the sounds of chatter and footsteps surround you.

The cool railings coat your clammy hands as your blink, making sense of your surroundings as a hand comes to cup your face.

"SHE'S AWAKE!" The voice is screaming and you physically jolt, falling back onto the bed beneath you.

But you turn your head, looking down and wondering why you're in a bed before you realize your body was covered in a thin layer of a gown.

A hospital gown. The pattern is a dead give-away before you finally see the world around and fuck, you're in a hospital room.

Your eyes widen as you turn your head to look at the voice that was beside you, kissing your head and stretching your skin in anxiety to see your mother, smothering you with love.

"You're awake my angel is alive I knew you'd-" "What?" You say a word and you watch others in the room stand up, in shock that you're awake and speaking.

"What-What even happened?" Your voice is strained and screeching, unable to keep a consistent, level tone.

Your mother is sobbing, while you recognize your father clasping his arms around her and crying quietly too. He lets go before walking over and brushing a hand over your head.

"Coma. Four years my sweet baby four years no-one had you." His head dips as he settles on your shoulder, sobbing in relief that you were awake.

Everything seems like a whirlwind from there as you greet your family, all of them hysterical and indefinitely relieved that you are awake but still, the pieces aren't clicking together until the piece comes walking in the door.

"Oh my god." You hear a voice in the doorway of the room muttering the words before you realize.

It's Luigi.

But he's not mean. He's panting, sweating over his body and his eyes are red before he's rushing over to you and while you were frozen, you immediately shoot up and reciprocate his kiss. His lips are sweet and considerate as they capture yours, eager to make-up for the year he hadn't been able to call you his and listen to you say yes back.

"Oh my god baby you-you were gone f-for years-" He cuts himself off before his lips are diving into yours again and his hands snake around the back to your nape, delicately holding you as you responded with equal vigor.

You realize everyone has left the room and it's just the two of you alone before you finally get the words out.

"Luigi, what happened I-I need to know." You plead with him as he's shaking his head, fat tears running down his face.

"You attempted suicide when I got into an accident. They told you I was dead and you jumped off of a building before the officer could bring you down to identify me. You don't remember?" His voice is crestfallen, heartbroken in fear you might forget him too. You shake your head.

"I-I only remember getting the call that you were g-gone nothing a-after how did they-they-" You're overwhelmed with emotions, staring up at him with glossy eyes. He cups you with both hands now, staring down and speaking.

"I was in a coma too y-you know for a few months. Woke up and luckily had all my memory intact and they d-did a few surgeries but it all felt like nothing when I saw you-you like this?" He ends his sentence with a question before sobbing, his forehead touching yours.

He finally pulls away, wiping away his tears before doing so with yours and drying your face, only to bend down and give another wet kiss on your forehead.

"I-I lived a life away from this reality Lu. Four years I built an entire life in my head." You say, stammering and in shock once all the memories, real and created come rushing back to you. The way he fucked you. Anatole. Everything.

Lu's eyebrows furrow.

"What do you mean? What life?" He seems a bit angry and concerned, a conglomeration of emotions in his face.

"I-I had my own house and I was in a relationship after you were gone-"

"What?"

You're still looking at Luigi, but now his face is purely filled with anger and spite, contorted into a face that seems all too familiar.

A face that Luigi had when he ruining you before you woke up.

"Lu-"

"When I wasn't with you, I felt like a thin line lost in a canvas of paint strokes." Luigi stands up, staring down at you as his hand ghosts and presses down on your neck. Your eyes widen in horror as his hand loosens and a finger trails down, pulling the gown further down your chest, exposing your breasts.

You shake and gasp before you look down and you see hickeys littered all over your body. The same hickeys he left while fucking you in deep, desperate passion.

You look up at him.

"And because of that, I made you a canvas of my liking until this painting," he gestures to your entire body, "woke up and came to life." His finger returns to settle beneath your chin before he repeats himself.

"It was all your imagination. Good timing or else, you would have never woken up."

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otakusheep15 · 8 months ago

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Flufftober Day 14 - Pets

Content includes: Vil x reader, established relationship, reader is referred to as Sweet Potato Vil and reader live together (implied aged up), most likely incorrect understanding of how pet stores work

“No, Sweet Potato, we cannot.”

You pout at Vil’s denial, crossing your arms and looking away to show how upset you are. He sighs, a mixture of annoyance and affection, crossing his own arms as he looks at you.

“Fine, we can go look, but that’s it. Can that be a compromise?” He continues to look at you, smiling when he sees you uncross your arms and agree to his terms.

A decision made, the two of you walk into the pet shop, and you make an immediate beeline to the nearest animals. Vil follows behind, slower and less enthusiastic, but still happy upon seeing how excited you are.

The first animals you come across are various rodents in little enclosures. Gerbils, hamsters, and guinea pigs all catch your eye, and you’re immediately enthralled at how cute they are.

Vil catches up to you after a few seconds, but he’s not having nearly as much fun as you are. He’s never been one for rodents, even cute ones like these. He keeps a bit of a distance as you continue to watch the cute creatures, giving you time to enjoy them.

Once you’ve gotten a good look at all of them, you bolt off again, leaving Vil to follow once more. Next on your adventure are all of the colorful fish towards the back. You’re particularly captivated by some of the more exotic-looking fish, watching them swim peacefully in their tanks.

Once again, Vil stands a bit off to the side, this time just wanting to give you space to roam as you look into all of the tanks. He smiles at how interested you seem to be in these fish, finding your wonder absolutely adorable.

After you’re finished, your last stop is the one you’ve been most looking forward to: the cats. This time, instead of going by yourself, you grab Vil’s hand, pulling him along with you.

He lets you guide him, already knowing where you’re going. When you reach the cats, he already has a knowing look on his face.

“Remember, only looking. Nothing else.”

Despite his words, he does actually join you in looking at the cats instead of just standing to the side. You know Vil has always been a cat person, even if he refuses to admit it to you.

For the longest time, Vil has refused to let you adopt a pet. He says they’re too high maintenance and messy, plus neither of you exactly have the time with how busy you are.

Your hope today was to convince him to adopt a cat with you. Seeing the other animals was a nice bonus for sure, but your true intent is that he’ll see how cute the cats are and finally agree to adopt. If not today, you can at least get the idea implanted in his head.

As you look at all of the cats, you also keep a close eye on Vil’s expression, looking for any little cracks you can exploit. He’s good at keeping his mask up, especially in public, but you’ve gotten just as good at reading him despite that.

The cats are all sitting in individual kennels, all customized with different toys, beds, and food and water bowls. Presumably, all of these customizations reflect the personalities of the different cats. Some of them have more toys, and based on the look of them, almost all of them are kittens.

You’re particularly drawn to one cat. It sits on its bed, watching people roam around the store. It seems to notice you looking at it, and it immediately turns to look back at you. This cat reminds you of something, but you can’t quite remember what.

It’s a beautiful cat. Its fur is a light orange, making it look almost blonde, and its eyes are a dark, almost purple-ish gray. You can’t help but admire just how beautiful this cat is, and then it hits you.

You turn to Vil, taking a good look at his features. Then you turn back to the cat. You do that a couple of times before coming to a conclusion. Excitedly, you tell Vil that the cat looks just like him.

“What? That’s ridiculous. Cats can’t look like people, Sweet Potato.” He smiles at you before looking at the cat you pointed out. His smile fades immediately, replaced with a more curious look.

“On second thought, I suppose you do have a point…” He continues examining the cat. At the attention. The cat saunters up to the glass, staring directly at Vil. It sits right in front of him and meows.

Cautiously, you approach Vil, leaning against him as you give him your best puppy eyes. You don’t even have to speak for him to know exactly what you want.

“I already told you, we don’t have the time for pets, even a low maintenance one. Sweet Potato, I know how much you want one, but I just-”

The cat lets out another meow, this one a bit louder. It places one of its paws against the glass, as if reaching out to Vil.

And, as much as he’d like to, not even Vil can resist the power of you and a cute cat. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

“I better not regret this…” he mumbles quietly to himself, but you hear him loud and clear. You have to hold yourself back from laughing.

“Fine, we can adopt the cat.” Despite his clear exasperation, you can see a small smile form on his face, and you know that you won this round.

After a little while of talking to an employee and filling out paperwork, you have your cat. You find out it's a girl and her name is Violet. Vil seemed to approve of that name, so the two of you decided not to change it.

On the way home, Violet rests in her crate. Since you were at the pet store, Vil insisted that you also had to buy her a new bed, toys, and treats, so all of that is in the backseat as well.

For as much as he didn’t want a pet, he sure seemed the most willing to spoil the thing. Not that you expected anything less from him, of course.

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thecoffinsys · 7 months ago

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Slay the Princess is the perfect demonstration of trauma, dissociation, and systemhood.

I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO TALK ABOUT THIS. And it's NOT just for the reasons you may think. Yes, it is due to the multitude of voices, but that isn't all there is to systemhood. Slay the Princess dives into almost every fundamental stage of grief, trauma, stress, and body sensations regarding traumatic events that we as a collective have ever experienced. Stay with me.

SYSTEMHOOD

Not only does Slay the Princess display systemhood through the multitude of voices, inability to come to a conclusion on outerbody decisions, and having different methods of how to survive specific situations— it also displays systemhood through loss of time, depersonalization, loss of identity and sense of self, alters having abilities over the body that others do not, looping the same trauma over and over again, and rapidly splitting due to traumatic experiences — even down to not being believed by family members when you tell them something horrible happened to you.

The entire idea of jumping from one alternative world to the next after dying or making the incorrect choice perfectly displays a repetition of the same traumatic memory over and over again, the mind trying to logistically think of what could have been done differently as a means of coping with what really happened. When you fail to save the world in one reality, your mind restarts the entire scenario again, trying to find a better option to the mistake you've already made.

The Stranger rout perfect displays depersonalization, dissociation, loss of self and identity, and confusion regarding time. The second you step down a staircase, you completely and utterly forget yourself in the mundane action. Forgetting who you are, where you are, what your purpose truly is - and sinking deep within your own mind, until suddenly you're right where you are meant to be and have no memory of how you got there. It's so perfect in how it shows the confusion and distress.

This game is about becoming. whole. Gaining. A sense. Of self. And purpose. Gaining more perspectives, more understandings of what it means to be a person. (Oh my god I'm screaming)

In The Nightmare, the voice of the Paranoid displays perfectly symptoms of not only paranoia regarding trauma, but symptoms of OCD due to trauma. He has an ability that no other alter has, which is to keep their organs running by participating in his own compulsion. Which really displays how some alters have abilities that other do not, because to be a system, you must be fragmented. Several shards of glass attempting, to the best of their ability, to be a functional mirror- but never having the exact strength. And different shards will hold different capabilities than those who are smaller, weaker, and carry smaller and/or more specific burdens. Paranoid is a very big shard, I think.

Following that — mirrors are a huge motif of the game. Not only do you continuously see them in every rout, but you end each rout by finally looking at yourself and seeing you for you. And the more perspectives you gain, the less "you" you truly feel. You become tired, withered. But it is all in the efforts to "become whole". To make this being of perception finally understand what it means to be more than just broken worlds creating branching understandings.

In A Moment of Clarity, dozens of voices begin to cloud our understanding due to the very traumatic thing we experienced in the last world. A rapid split because of trauma! We become more broken; "losing ourselves". Now there are even more conflicting thoughts, feelings, and opinions regarding how we should go about surviving- and it displays our further descent from our sense of self. Which is ironic given the name of the ending!

And finally (but most definitely not finally, I could keep going on and on but no one would want to read all of that), The Narrator never believing you when you tell him you've been here before, have experienced horrors that he could never imagine, and have been through countless nightmares. But not only does he not believe you, he will also ridicule your idea, and go on to say "you failed because you didn't listen to me" or "you damned another world because of what you did". Puts the blame on us, once again. It's the same thing a lot of systems do experience in the real world. You try to reach out, you try to explain to someone you trust that something horrible happened to you, but you're met with disbelief and shamed for your own trauma. Made to feel like the guilty one when you are in fact the victim- the survivor. That one stood out to me very personally.

. . .

I really want to go on but this is already a billion paragraphs and I worry no one will even get this far. But this game means a lot to us as a system and as someone who experiences things very similar to what is displayed in the game on a daily basis. Slay the Princess might be one of our all time favorite games as of right now, especially considering the guy who traumatized us for 200 episodes straight is the main guy voicing the entire thing- that also helps with sentiment-

Uhhhh thank you for reading if you made it this far :]

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chil-aglia · 20 days ago

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FTNTH & WFI Crossover!

The disaster in twins

Chapter 5

WFI Donnie belongs to @cimmerian1275 (who also beta read this)

We decided, hey, let’s make a crossover with our double mutated versions of Leo and Donnie, because we love some disaster twins' shenanigans!

We also decided to call them Sword and a Sparrow (SAAS)

Sadly, can’t tag it, won’t show up for some reason

Donnie squinted when a bright light was shoved under his snout for the fifth time this morning, grunting at the sudden flashbang and shoving Leo’s arm away along with the phone he was holding.

“Is this what you’re combined with?”

“Scoff, no.” He grumbled, rubbing at the bridge of his snout when he could feel his growing headache getting worse. Did Leo seriously have to use light mode?

“What about this?”

“No.”

“Stop gatekeeping lore, you gotta tell me eventually.” He whined, waving the phone and its search results around in emphasis.

Donnie drew out a deep sigh, wondering if he would be able to smother Leo with the wing he’d taken possession of as an impromptu blanket. Losing a couple of feathers was beginning to seem like the more appealing option. He was far, far too tired for this and he needed sleep, or coffee. When was the last time he even slept? Yesterday?

“Are you really not going to drop this?” He grumbled, not wanting to see what other horribly and scientifically incorrect guesses would be given, if he let Leo keep searching on his own without an answer.

“Yes, you didn't say I couldn't ask what you actually got frankensteined with, so— is it this?” He held his phone up again to show him, thankfully not as close this time. He felt a muscle in his face twitch agitatedly at the latest guess.

“Nardo, did you seriously come to the conclusion of a Triple Stryke, of all things? They're not even real! That's from a cartoon.”

“It has a scorpion tail, and breathes fire!” Leo wiggled his brows at him, like it was a perfectly logical guess.

“That’s not even— Aaarrrgh!” He clawed at the air, imagining strangling something Leo shaped in front of him. “Resigned sigh. FINE, it’s a Manticore. Happy?” He watched as Leo’s jaw dropped to form a big ‘O’, before he snatched his phone back and began excitedly typing in the search bar, claws clicking rapidly on the phone screen.

“Real quick, how do I spell that…? Wait, nevermind I got it.”

Donnie slumped further down into his borrowed chair as he yawned, crossing his arms and finally closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a quick nap while Leo was occupied with his research, and waiting for Mikey to make brunch.

He wasn’t looking forward to facing his alternate family for a second time, he’d avoided any awkward questions from them when he’d carried Leo to the med bay. He wouldn't have many good excuses to occupy himself with, and dodge any eventual questions about his whole current situation.

He wasn’t blind to how nervous Mikey seemed around him, and the way Raph constantly watched his every movement, muscles twitching and looking ready to either grab Leo or defend himself from a sneak attack. His alternate self seemed amicable enough at least, but neither of them had approached each other after Donnie proved his identity.

“Hey how come you got feathered wings? They're supposed to have bat wi—” Leo’s words were cut off with a strangled yelp when Donnie tugged his stolen wing free and slapped him over the face with it, hard.

“Hey! I was using that!” He pouted, mourning the loss of his feathery blanket.

“That’s why.” He retorts.

An awkward cough from the medbay entrance made Donnie pause, just before he was about to give in to the urge to flatten Leo with his wing for a second time.

Splinter stood at the entrance, his eyes staring at his son’s who blinked back at him. He was quiet, seemingly processing the scene in front of him before clearing his throat, “Orange has finished with the food preparations. Get it while it’s hot.” He informs, turning away and walking off, the sound of his feet tapping along the ground slowly faded.

Leo remained seated, biting his lower lip, feeling sick and overwhelmed. He didn’t think he was ready to face his family after the last time he was around them.

Raph was no doubt going to demand answers, meddling with Leo’s mind about being some useless leader. Or maybe he was going to call him a monster again.

Leo shuddered, shaking his head at the very thought of that. He didn’t want to be a monster. That’s not who he is. That’s not who he wants to become.

He debated staying in the med bay, maybe try faking sleepiness and letting Donnie go by himself.

But he couldn’t. Not when he realised it was Mikey who cooked for him. Even after Leo had…

Is he still scared of me?

Leo could still feel how his hand held Mikey down by his throat. How he was so close to severely injuring his baby brother.

And yet, Mikey still made food for him, still cared. Would he be sad if Leo didn’t show up? The last thing Leo didn’t want Mikey to think was that he was hated, giving him the wrong assumption by not seeing him.

He couldn’t do that to him.

Okay, Leo… you're the Face Man. Go out there and just give it your best?

He internally wanted to hit his head against a wall, but instead he softly sighed, looking towards Donnie, “You hungry?” He inquires, as the soft shell huffs begrudgingly and nods.

“I am feeling a little famished.”

The two proceed to get up, with Leo stumbling out of the bed and almost falling over, given how his legs felt numb from resting them for a while he wasn't that surprised. He balanced himself, tail flicking behind him as he and Donnie exit the med bay room, following the delicious scent of food from the kitchen.

When the two reached the kitchen, they noticed everyone sitting around the table, food presented on plates in the middle for everyone to pick off at.

“Whoa… Mikey, you made all this?” Leo perks up, his tail wagging side to side for a moment as he takes a seat at the end of the table.

“O-oh! Yeah, you probably didn’t eat anything when you were gone.” Mikey jumped a little at the attention from Leo, smiling at him even though it looked slightly forced.

“I only had ice cream. And a pizza slice.” Leo chuckled out, reaching out for the food in front of him as Donnie eyed the table. Instinctively he took a seat beside Leo, positioning his wings to be more comfortable as he looked at Splinter.

“Please tell me you have coffee.”

“Of course. Purple! Share your coffee with, uh… other Purple!”

Donnie, the one from this universe rolled his eyes but nonetheless he pressed a button on his tech brace, it blinked for a second before the noise of a drone came flying over.

“You called bros?” Shelldon appears, flying in as he spots the two Donnie’s. “Whoa! What did I miss while I was charging?” He questions, circling the guest that resembled his creator.

“Shelldon, pass the coffee jug over to other me.” Donnie orders, placing the coffee jug on top of Shelldon who nods and carefully flies over.

“Here ya go! Cool wings!” Shelldon commented before he flew around Donnie when he grabbed the coffee jug.

“Shelldon? He looks so… advanced?” He stated in shock at the observation, turning to Donnie who raised his brow at him.

“Well, yeah. Haven’t you made him like this yet?” He ponders, but before he could respond, Leo spoke up.

“Ugh! Boring, let’s dig in and not talk about nerd stuff.” He playfully grins, licking his lips as he decides to grab the syrup, chugging what he can down, blatantly ignoring how Donnie eyed him with a disgusted and judgemental look twisting over his face.

Leo then licked his lips, wiping the syrup off his mouth before grabbing a pancake and biting into it. He failed to notice how Raph observed him, more so looking at his canine teeth as he tapped his finger against the table.

“Actually… Leo. I wanna ask you something.”

“Hm?”

With a heavy and cautious breath. Raph narrowed his eyes in focus. “We were told that you have a voice in your head? What does that mean, exactly? Like someone else is living in there or something?” Raph interrogated, quick to notice how Leo tensed before he then whipped his head towards the winged Donnie.

“Snitch.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know that they didn’t know.”

Leo leaned against his palm, unimpressed. “Isn’t it considered rude to be talking about people behind their backs anyway?” He retorted, as Donnie shrugs his shoulders, sipping straight from the jug instead of pouring himself a cup.

“Leo. Be serious here with me. What’s this voice?” Raph lightly snapped, making Leo huff annoyingly at him, crossing his arms and staring down at his plate.

“It’s nothing.”

“Well it can’t be nothing.”

Leo rolls his eyes, his face clearly showing signs of getting irritated. “Okay, then it’s none of your business.” He sasses, making Raph groan and rub his temple.

“So immature…”

Leo scoffs, lightly gripping at the table, “Oh I’m immature? Sure, yeah, what else am I?” He hissed slightly, ignoring the rising tension as everyone else looked between the two.

“I’m not the one getting worked up over a simple question.” Raph stated as Leo flinched back.

“It’s hard, okay! I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised his voice back, only for Raph to shake his head.

“Don’t want to talk about it? Leo, look at you, you gotta speak to someone.”

“Look at me? I see myself everyday in the mirror. I know what I look like.”

“Do you? Cause all I see is—“

Leo quickly stood up, slamming his fist on the table as it rattled under the pressure, his tail flicking behind him agitatedly, pupils slitted and spines on his shell raised.

“See what, Raph?”

A beat of silence passed through, the two brothers glaring at each other.

But that was cut through when the other dimensional Donnie spoke up, voice monotone as he eyed Raph with a deadpan expression. “And me? Do you happen to see me the same way?” He asked, making not just Raph but everyone else in the room tense at the question.

Leo widens his eyes, looking down at Donnie. He wasn’t expecting him to ask such a thing. He almost felt bad, seeing the way how his brothers—granted they were from a different universe—acted like this.

Donnie crossed his arms over his plastron, “I’ve been here for only a few hours and I can already see how you guys treat Leo. You're all scared of him. Weary. Like he’s going to attack you.” He pointed out, side eyeing Mikey who instinctively rubbed at his throat.

“…maybe he has already attacked. But I’m sure he had his reasons. It’s not fair for him to be treated like a wild animal. Especially by his own brothers.”

Leo relaxed at his comment. Letting out a slow breath and sat down again, quieter this time. He shifted closer to Donnie, who didn’t push him away. In fact, his tail curled subtly around Leo’s chair leg—a silent gesture of support without physically touching him.

The table was quiet now. The only sounds were forks clinking against plates, and Splinter quietly pouring himself a cup of tea.

No one said anything else.

Leo’s outburst still echoed faintly in the silence he left behind. The table, once buzzing with idle conversation and clattering cutlery, had fallen completely still.

Donnie's tail remained curled protectively around Leo’s chair leg, grounding him. Leo didn’t move, shoulders taut and fists clenched in his lap beneath the table. He didn’t even look at anyone now—just stared down at his half-eaten plate, jaw tight.

Across the table, Mikey had lowered his fork mid-bite. His eyes darted nervously between Leo and Raph, lingering a moment too long on Leo’s sharp canines and the raised spines along his shell. He swallowed hard and tried to smile again, but it trembled.

Raph looked visibly thrown off. He hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected Leo to rise like that—literally and emotionally—or for the other Donnie to turn the whole room against him with a single statement.

“I’m not here to play peacekeeper.” Donnie continued, softer now but still firm. “But I know what it’s like to be changed. To come back… different.”

He glanced at Leo beside him, his voice almost reflective now. Leo’s throat bobbed. His eyes hadn’t left his plate, but something in his posture eased, just slightly, at the validation.

Mikey looked away, guilt on his face. Even his appetite seemed to have vanished.

“…It’s not that we’re scared.” Raph finally muttered, almost under his breath, “We’re—”

“Uncertain?” Donnie finished for him. “Confused? Uneasy? All valid. But what isn’t valid is talking around him. Whispering about him like he can’t hear you. Acting like he's a liability.”

He gave a pointed glance at Mikey again, who shrank a little into his seat.

“And what happens if he is dangerous?” Raph said, more quietly this time, but with that worrying older brother edge in his voice. “What if something happens? You weren’t here when—when he nearly—”

“I wasn’t…” Donnie acknowledged, fiddling with the handle of his coffee jug, “But maybe if someone had just talked to him instead of walking on eggshells, he wouldn’t have had to explode in the first place or leave the lair.”

That hit something hard.

Leo shifted, curling in on himself just a little more. His hands beneath the table unclenched and clenched again, like he was bracing for something—or fighting the urge to speak.

“Look at this. It’s your fault that they’re acting like this.”

Leo tenses, hearing that voice echoing in his head. He recalled the last time she spoke to him. What she had him do. It was sickening.

Sickening. Sickening, sickening, sick—

Leo slapped a hand over his mouth, gagging as he quickly stood up, not bothering to look at anyone as he made a dash to the bathroom, slamming the door close as he collapsed over the toilet seat, spilling out his stomach's contents that burned his throat on the way out.

Why did it have to be him?

Why is it always him?

When the family had heard the door slammed, they waited, and then a beat later, retching could be heard.

The table was frozen again. No one moved.

Donnie, the one that was from Leo’s home dimension, swallowed hard.

“…I’ll go check on him.”

“No.” The winged Donnie said quietly, not budging from his seat. “Let him breathe first.”

They listened.

Outside, the sound of water running and Leo’s muffled sobs slipped through the cracks under the door.

Donnie’s grip on his coffee jug tightened.

He felt useless. How can he help his cursed other dimensional twin? It was clear the family had some sort of issue with his new look and behaviour, and he could understand why in a way that they were acting like that…

It just wasn’t fair.

“Donnie?” Mikey’s voice, quiet and calm, spoke up, catching the winged soft shell by brief surprise as he looked over to him.

“Um, why is it that you have wings and a tail?”

Donnie blankly stared at him, lifting his hand up and running it down his face, grimacing.

Then a notification from a phone buzzed around the room, as the Donnie from this dimension perked up and checked his device.

“April‘s here. I’ll go meet with her.” He informs, already standing up and leaving as the winged Donnie let out a breath of relief.

“I’ll go check on Leo.” He quickly volunteered, speed walking towards the bathroom.

He wanted to avoid questions directed at him. It made him uncomfortable.

He stared at the bathroom door, knocking on it twice. “Leo? It’s me. Uh, not your Donnie.” He softly called out for him, waiting for a sign that Leo acknowledged him.

Eventually the door opens, Leo standing at the entrance looking tired. Eyes a little red, muscles loose and slack, numb.

Donnie wasn’t good with emotions, but he didn't like seeing Leo of all turtles like this. “Come on, let’s go chill out in your room, yeah?” He offered, instinctively using his wings to block the view of Leo from others as he grabbed his arm gently, guiding him away from the bathroom.

Donnie looked around the new layout of the lair, he wasn’t sure where everything was so he had to rely briefly on Leo to help him find the correct room. Leo silently did, walking sluggishly to his bedroom, which was a train cart.

They enter, closing the door for privacy as Leo groans and slumps down onto his bed, face burying itself into his pillows. Donnie stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing him thoughtfully.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it?”

“…no.”

Yeah, he figured that was the case.

He found some room on Leo’s bed, taking a seat beside him as he tried to make sure his wings didn’t knock over any of the action figures or posters littered around. “April’s here by the way. According to what your Donnie said.”

Leo hums in response, “I’ll say hi later.” He grumbled, reaching his hand out towards Donnie’s wings, finding one and pulling it over him like a blanket.

“My wing isn’t a blanket, Nardo.”

“Don’t care…”

Donnie exhaled shortly, he still wasn't used to anyone making contact with his wings, let alone prolonged contact. Despite that and the fact that he was essentially trapped again beside Leo, he allowed it, letting him do as he pleased. “Just don’t pull it too hard. My feathers will rip out.” He informs, hearing an acknowledging hum from the red eared slider.

The two fell into a mutual silence, just enjoying each other's presence.

Outside the room, and still in the kitchen remained Raph, Mikey and Splinter. The three cleaned up the table in heavy silence.

“I hope Leo’s okay…” Mikey mumbled, frowning. “I didn’t mean to make him feel horrible.” He spoke as Raph patted his shoulder in comfort, but he was quiet too.

Raph didn’t like it, but he couldn’t help himself from tensing up whenever he saw Leo’s tail thrashing behind him. Whether he was annoyed or just simply excited, it had Raph on edge.

Leo having a tail like that was abnormal itself. But it wasn’t what Raph was worried about. It was the behaviour. For 2 weeks, when Raph found Leo unconscious in that museum, he changed. Everything changed.

Leo was easily angered, he hid a lot in his room. He would also stay in the dojo, sometimes even locking the door. Whatever he did in there, Raph didn’t know but when Leo would eventually come out, he could spot bruises blossoming on his knuckles.

Then, Leo jumped his brother, his baby brother. And Raph, well… genuinely he thought Leo was going to do something… something that may have resulted in Mikey getting seriously hurt or worse.

Raph acted then, with the instinct to protect. And he…

Well he just doesn’t know what to do anymore. Being a big brother is hard.

Raph wasn’t the only one who had trouble with Leo. Mikey was nervous on how to act or what to say to him, afraid that he might snap. He’s seen Leo ticked off before, but he’s also seen him unusually more mad since his transformation.

He tried to give him space for him to clear his mind. But Mikey really cared for his brother, and when he saw Leo mumbling to himself that day he went missing. He just wanted to help…

And he got terrified instead.

And then there was Donnie. He really felt like he wasn’t as close to Leo as they used to be since the curse. He didn’t want to say it to anyone, let alone admit it to himself but with how Leo looks, Donnie can’t help but feel on edge around him now.

His long and sharpened claws seemed to remind him of Shredders, and the way Shredder tore up his battle shell with his talons. And if Donnie wasn’t wearing that, it would’ve torn up his actual soft shell.

A heavy beat of silence paved through until it was interrupted by Splinter.

“My boys… Leonardo has gone through many changes in such a short time. And… I fear I am the root of the issue.”

Splinter places down a cup into the sink, sighing gravely under his breath and rubbing the back of his head. “Perhaps… I handed him the position of leader too soon. And for that I believe he’s also taking too much pressure from it.”

He turns to Raph who watched him curiously, “I must also apologise to you. Taking away that role so suddenly from you.” He added, making Raph tense for a moment before he slowly relaxed his shoulders a little, shaking his head.

“I’m alright pops. It’s Leo I’m more worried about.”

“You and me both, Raphael.”

Mikey silently listened in, scrubbing the plates. He perked up when Donnie and April entered the room, “Hey guys. Uh, Donnie kinda filled me in on what’s going on.” She sheepishly smiled, looking around for a sign of Leo and the other Donnie that had been mentioned to her.

“Are they….?”

“I think I saw them go into Leo’s room.” Mikey comments, recalling how he saw from the corner of his eye, Donnie guiding Leo away from the bathroom when they passed by the kitchen.

“Well… maybe I can quickly go and say hi? Check in on them both.” April smiles, confidently striding towards the bedroom.

Inside the twins continued to stay silent, Leo facing away from him and buried under layers of feathers, unmoving.

Donnie eventually spoke up. “You know… you should probably tell them about Zarynthia.” He informed, making Leo stiffen before scoffing and shaking his head.

“Why? It’s not their problem.”

“They can help you?”

“Don’t need it.”

Donnie furrowed his brow at him, “Leo, you lost control. And from the sounds of it, it wasn’t the first time either?” He stated the obvious, Leo bit his lip at the comment.

“…I don’t know if I can tell them.” He mumbled.

A moment of silence passed by the two, then only a few seconds after a familiar feminine voice broke the quietness.

“Tell us what?”

The twins flinch, with Leo immediately springing out the bed as Donnie stood up defensively. They stare ahead with wide eyes to see April, having opened the door and was now leaning on the frame with a curious stare directed at them.

“Hi other Donnie.” She greeted, Donnie awkwardly waving his hand in reply as April snapped her head towards Leo and narrowed her gaze. “Now, explain what it is you can’t say?”

Leo opened and closed his mouth, his throat felt like it was being squeezed lifeless as he mentally tried to reason with himself.

Just tell her… tell them. What’s the worst that could happen?

They could see you as a dangerous monster.

They wouldn’t…

You saw how they all acted when you pounced on Mikey. How scared they were.

That’s not my—

Fault? Oh but it is…

Leo gulps, taking in rapid gulps of air, feeling his chest begin to tighten. “Leo? You okay?” April questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in concern as Donnie quickly turned to face in front of Leo. Checking him over with a quick scan via his goggles, he noticed how shaky he had become, how dissociative and distant his gaze now seemed when he failed to answer April's question.

“Panic attack…” He muttered to himself, gently grabbing Leo’s hands. “Nardo? Hey, you're safe. Focus on my voice, the feeling of me holding your hands.” He tried to help, his tail swishing anxiously for his twin.

“I… I c-can’t—“ He gasped, his voice strained and barely audible.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I’m sorry I suggested it.”

Leo trembles, the voices of his self consciousness loud and too obnoxious for him to handle. “Make it stop… it’s loud.” He whined, holding his head with his hands as Donnie and April shared a concerned glance between each other.

“What’s loud?”

“Everything.”

April hums in understanding, looking around for something to use. She widened her eyes and quickly walked over to a corner of the room.

“Donnie told me you borrowed an older pair of his soundproof headphones a few days ago.” She came closer, gently reaching over and placing the headphones over Leo, the slider flinching briefly at the sudden contact but relaxed when April activated the soundproofing function.

And it became quiet.

Leo slowly began to breathe in as he concentrated on the silence. Closing his eyes in doing so. He could still feel Donnie holding him, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted the voices to stop talking to him for a bit.

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lilbardrhi · 28 days ago

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"Broken", Not Stupid - 19: A Morning at Home

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; dehumanization; physical, mental, and emotional abuse committed by an organization; unethical experimentation on humans; cult behavior

Author's Note: Some slice-of-life content for y'all this time around uwu & still a bit short - but, again, trying to get back in the flow of writing/back in this... odd (not cuz Omegaverse) AU LOL

There's nothing here.

Simon searched high and low in the room, in the closet and under the bed, but there's nothing there. The window is even closed. After double checking every nook and cranny of the room, Simon comes to the conclusion that a nightmare must have scared the hell out of her. He expected such, but didn't expect them so soon.

Walking in his room to find 13 in the center of his bed and hidding under his blanket was... a surprise. A - strangely - pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. The way the blanket rested on top of her short, messy hair was... cute. He made no comment on it, though.

Convinced she was alseep and unable to sleep himself, he quietly grabs his phone from his nightstand and begins an email to his therapist.

Jina, I know it's late, and I apologize for that. I needed to reach out as soon as possible to seek help for a friend.

It almost seemed incorrect to call 13 a friend, but that's the best way he had to word it. Is 13 more or less than a friend?

She's just been removed from a strange organization and I can already tell she's in need of help. I'd like to get some options lined up for her as to who she can see, then pitch the idea to her about seeing one of the options. I'm not sure what all she went through while with this organization as she's been struggling to talk about it, but I know it would do her good to try if she's open to doing so. Thank you, Simon

He reads over the email a few times for errors and making sure he's not giving too much detail in a traceable form of contact before sending it off.

After that, he sends a quick message to Price about what happened, that he didn't find anything, and that 13 was already alseep again. Price responded quickly with a thumbs-up emoji then Simon decided to attempt to sleep again.

Sleep still doesn't come easy for Simon. Nor does it seem to want to stay with him for longer than 45 minutes. Each time 13 shifts or makes the quietest of sounds, his eyes open and he's alert.

He doesn't fault her for it; he knows he's just worried about her and her well-being. Making sure he's awake should she need something seems to be the thing for him for the night.

Oh, well.

"No," 13 mumbles suddenly. She repeats it twice before falling silent again.

Simon watches the bed silently for a moment, waiting to see if she'll turn over. When she doesn't, he settles back in and closes his eyes.

Around 6 am, Simon decides he's not sleeping any longer and quietly gets up. Thankfully, the door hinges aren't squeaky - this house is a fairly new build - and he makes his way to the kitchen without waking 13.

Or so he thought.

As Simon is gathering things for breakfast, Selene chirps as she prances into the kitchen. 13 walks up behind her, rubbing sleep from her eyes and looking disheveled as ever.

"Why are you up?" she mutters as she looks at the clock on the stove.

"Restless, I suppose," he offers and prepares the pan to cook eggs in.

13 hums in acknowledgement and slides on a stool at the kitchen island. Over the next couple minutes, while he's cooking, Simon watches 13 gradually slouch over the island counter before eventually her forehead is pressed to her forearm in front of her.

A smile pulls at the corner of Simon's mouth at the sight.

"Didn't sleep well?"

She mumbles something to the counter, but shakes her head then sits up.

"Actually, I slept better than I have in... a long time."

13's head tilts to the side slightly as if she's studying him.

Simon assumes that his scars are what has her attention, but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't wear masks for himself - he wears it because it means less horrific looks and probing questions in public. Her gaze isn't horrified, though, and she's yet to say anything about the rough skin marring his left cheek that trails down his neck.

"We have orange juice, right?" 13 asks as she slides off the stool and pads to the fridge.

Simon pauses for a moment, shocked that her question wasn't about the scars. He nods, though, and continues cooking.

They sit and eat in silence when he's done cooking. Simon steals glances at 13, a question bubbling in his chest.

Is there something she'd prefer to be called besides 13?

Is now even the time to ask? Or would it be better to wait until she's had some therapy?

Then Simon's phone chimes, signalling an email.

"Mind if I check this?" he asks, pointing to his phone.

"I don't care," 13 laughs lightly then sips her orange juice.

Simon, Based on what little information you've given, I can't give many reccomendations as I can't determine what she would be seen for. I also can't see her myself as it would be a conflict of interest, given I already see you. However, I would reccomend getting her set up with a primary care provider that you trust so she can be referred somewhere for a therapy. This seems serious, based on the tone in your email, so I will be here to help you both in anyway I can. Below is a link to a list of primary care providers that are accepting new patients within your insurance. While we're chatting, would you like to set up an appointment? If this is serious enough that you would reach out on her behalf before speaking to her about therapy, I can only assume there may be some things you may want to get off of your chest as well. Jina

Simon guesses he should have found a regular doctor for her before seeking other help for her, but he's worried about 13. He quickly sends back an email about his availability over the next few weeks and a thank you for the list. It's been a while since he's had an appointment, but he would like some input on 13's situation - to know if there's anything he can do to help her adjust to a life outside of Salvation.

"How do you feel about doctors?" he asks as he puts his phone aside.

"No particular way. I'm not scared of them, if that's what you're asking. Why?" 13 raises an eyebrow at him in question at his random inquiry.

"When's the last time you saw one outside of one of Salvation's?" he presses a bit.

"Since shortly before Salvation bought me," she answers nonchalantly.

"Would you be opening to me helping you find a primary care provider? I can get you put on my insurance so no one fights you over that," Simon offers.

"Yeah, that's fine," she shrugs and bites off a piece of bacon. "Won't they give you hell about us not being... together in some way or something, though?"

Simon shakes his head.

"No. Price will make sure we get through some loopholes."

She accepts the answer and moves on to finishing her breakfast. Selene chirps in the window at a bird as the kitchen island settles into silence.

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mazzystar24 · 2 months ago

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The amount of people that I block after latest episode is shocking. I don't think some people were this angry after 7x04 when Buck hurt Eddie.

No cause literally let’s talk about it.Bobby has blown up on scenes and thrown buck into a wall, chimney has punched buck in the face, buck sprained Eddie’s ankle

They’ve all said or done things when going through stuff, does it make those actions good? No but it is realistic and people don’t always deal with things the best, characters shouldn’t be perfect- in fact they are best when they’re flawed and layered

Besides let’s reflect and compare real quick Eddie, what? Said some mean things while grieving the death of a close friend and got in bucks space a little and put a hand on his shoulder (things that he has done in other contexts before and which buck is okay with) not even jostling buck or being the slightest bit rough in that touch and some of y’all are making it out like he went fight club on him

Neither is handling their grief great because who the fuck does but what’s important is the ability to recognise that and make amends after

I think all the Eddie is abusive narrative stems from a few things:

• ship discourse:

an attempt to be like see Eddie is abusive buck belongs with tommy, or like oh if tommy did that y’all would brand him an abuser which is like first of all baby girl no and its a weird conclusion and comparison to make second of all maybe you should be more concerned abt your mans being racist

“oh so it’s okay for Eddie to be mean when going through something but not okay for Tommy to protect himself from Gerard??” Everytime someone uses the protect himself or closeted defence for racism an Angel loses their wings cos it’s plain stupid and incorrect and I’ve already ranted abt it a million times so I’ll spare y’all this time

Also do I really need to say racism isn’t being mean or as their dear lfj said “teasing”

• tying in nicely - literally due to racism/stereotypes/ prejudice :

Of all these characters who’ve done or said bad shit when going through stuff let’s all take a quick look at which ones get bashed and dubbed abusers? The poc 🤩

One thing racists never are is slick with it

Many ppl have already made posts abt that so I’ll leave it there

• a fundamental misunderstanding of the characters, dynamics and even grief itself:

Again coming down to this idea of wanting perfect characters who never screw up or do wrong or thinking grief must only fit one little box or not understanding that the ability of buddie to literally show their absolute worst versions to eachother and for the other to see that version and still give so much grace and love and understanding and then make amends is what’s so compelling abt their dynamic

Anyways getting off the soapbox needed to rant abt this cos abhorrent takes are just ew

#911 #buddie #911 abc #evan buckley #911 fox #911onfox #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #asks

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helluvahusker · 3 months ago

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I know we're way past The Full Moon probably but I'm still having thoughts! An analysis, if you will:

-Stolas starts his day off freaking the fuck out with nerves so bad he gets morning sickness pukes and sings a little song about how he hopes Blitzø returns his feelings and that he hasn't just been forcing Blitzø to sleep with him. He's hopeful, but he's also terrified it's the latter.

-Blitzø arrives, he immediately dives into talking about sex stuff without any preamble (he's just really excited to have sex with Stolas, not to mention he has no idea that Stolas has been thinking of him this way, but Stolas obviously doesn't know that)

-Stolas asks for his book back, Blitzø starts freaking out that it's because the sex is bad. This is the only thing he can offer Stolas (so he thinks). He needs to be needed and he can't stand the thought of his situationship with Stolas ending like this. Again, Stolas doesn't know this.

-He gives Blitzø the asmodean crystal. To him, this is a clear grand romantic gesture, he is telling Blitzø that he wants their relationship, should there be any, to be 100% because Blitzø wants it. Stolas is removing the clear power imbalance between them.

-Obviously Stolas fails to take in two massive issues: 1. The power imbalance is still there on multiple socioeconomic levels, like their difference in race, finances, and royalness(?) And 2. The rest of the balance is thrown all out of wack because Blitzø just hates himself so much that he sees them on completely different levels of deserving, on top of all that other stuff.

-I mean post Mastermind I just wanna say that while Blitzø clearly has/d distortions, he was also being way more realistic about it than Stolas. It WOULD be societally crazy for an imp and a goetia to be in a relationship. He's not even Hell-wide famous like Fizz.

-But anyways, back to TFM. Blitzø can only possibly see this crystal play as a sex thing. Stolas assumes he's being made fun of, and has come to the (incorrect) conclusion that Blitzø had no problem sleeping with him, so at least he's not a monster. But like, way worse for his feelings: Blitzø only sees him as a person to have sex with. He's unlovable, unwanted.

(He's seeing himself the way Blitzø is resigned to seeing himself! Btw!)

-That shit hurts (trust me I know firsthand) and Stolas is comfortable with avoidance so he leaves.

-Blitzø realizes he was serious and panics again, because what the actual fuck this is not something he ever considered possible. He just found this out, and now Stolas is leaving before they can talk about it? Well that's just typical, but Blitzø isn't having it. He attacks Stolas’s privilege, because that's the part he's most insecure about (and he's right!!!). Stolas does not recognize this (yet). Stolas assumes Blitzø just thinks him a stupid spoiled plaything that is entirely undatable. That's the second time, and once was already really fucking hurtful.

-Leaving didn't work, so he makes Blitzø leave.

-Blitzø has no idea what the fuck just happened, and how it all went so bad so quick.

And like! Yeah! They both deeply hurt each other but they're gonna work it out and be in love and ughhhhh. I'm so glad the rest of season 2 exists now.

#helluva high #helluva boss #blitzo #blitzø #the full moon #long post #i think #have i mentioned I'm incredibly high #stolas #stolas goetia #stolitz #blitz x stolas #tfm #the full moon analysis

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mars-ipan · 8 months ago

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Hi, it's me again. I decided to follow your advice and try to seek out your 'actually serious' analysis, which led me to your komahina bible, the most easy to find compilation of this supposed analysis. Here are my thoughts-

1) Overview

- Most of this 'analysis' isn't analysis but a summary/overview of the game. It's not so much a 'bible' as a children's book summary of the bible, which at that point it would be better to play the actual game itself. It's clear it was made for a presentation on the 'uninitiated' if you will, but if that's the case, you shouldn't be advertising it as the literal bible on the subject.

- When you are not regurgitating points from the game beat by beat, the screen is halfway filled with either manga panels or fanart. My gripes with manga panels are, that even though they do depict the events of the game, the way they can be depicted by the artist can be pretty subjective due to the freedom of the medium in comparison to sprites, and that the role of one character can differ depending on whose pov manga it is (chiaki vs nagito). Fan art therefore should be scrutinized even more since it fully depicts abstracted and even the fandomified version of events, leading to situations where it's either unclear what is actually happening or betrays your more shallow view of the characters (i talk abt this later.)

- When you do use pictures directly from the game it's either a possible screenshot from a memorable moment or dialog from the wiki, limited almost exclusively to the freetime events. This leads me to believe that you haven't actually played the game(there are other factors hinting towards this) or watched a Let's Play of it, but going off of merely information that's already widely known and circulating within the fandom, and easy to search on the wiki.

2) Incorrect/Questionable information

Here I'll compile a lot of information that's either plainly wrong or baffling to having come to that conclusion , leading more credence to the theory that you either haven't actually played the game or your memory of it isnt as good as you think.

-"if Nagito's plan went off of without a hitch, he would have killed anyone that was closes to him at the time" plainly wrong. Komaeda's goal from the start was to make himself the victim, so by dying this way his death could have meaning and help the others. For somebody that keeps talking about Komaeda's "Martyr complex" this is truly a weird take to have.

-"Nagito...got the nurse for sure sick" is there any proof that specifically points to Komaeda for this? I believe the takeaway should've been that Mikan got sick because she was around all of them AND she overworked herself trying to take care of them. Is this just an awkwardly phrased attempt to make more of a connection between Tsumiki and Komaeda? I don't think you needed more than the ones that already existed.

- "he helps Junko brainwash a bunch of students" Kamukura at neither point in the anime or Danganronpa 0 was ever specifically implicated in the brainwashing. He never 'helps' Junko, especially in that way. If you meant, participates in the student council killing game, you should've said that, but even then his agency and influence is limited.

-"they found the Remnants and captured them!"...no, they didn't. The Remnants presented themselves as survivors and the Foundation took them in. They handed themselves over willingly. It was a pretty big piece of the final part of the game...

3) Komaeda and Komahina

- "Nagito's habit of putting people on pedestals" Where. Sure, he certainly parrots the belief that the "Ultimates" as a unit are at the top of the food chain and should be prioritised, but its clear that doesn't exactly carry over to his classmates like teruteru, Kuzuryu and even Souda sometimes. Just because of a few positive comments refering to them as Ultimates and the trial which he literally breaks down in, this is a hard position to support.

-"Nagito manipulates Hajime into playing the game" How. He literally just told him to play it. How is that manipulation. Also, isn't it a bit unfair to put the blame on Koizumi's death to him as well? I think they were multiple factors playing into this, but sure, how else are you gonna convince people that Komaeda is a twisted fucking cyclepath that loves leading people to their deaths.

-The way that you say the Kuzuryu/Pekoyama relationship mirrors Komahina as 'I will give up my agency for you/ I just want you' is also confusing. Unless of course you mirror Peko's struggle with her agency and harmful beliefs the clan enforced on her with Komaeda's own belief system, in which case, idk man, i feel like you are giving a bit too much credit to the supposed severity of Komaeda's views and trying too hard to make Hinata the 'rational' and 'grounding' one in the relationship.

- Again, the amount of times you refer to Komaeda as a freak for doing something 'weird' or even being drawn weirdly doing it , mostly in the manga, makes me belief this isn't just an affectionate tongue in cheek joke as you claim, but an actual way in which your interpretation of Komaeda is colored.

-"it doesn't excuse his nonchalance towards tragedy and murder but explains it" what needs to be excused here exactly? Komaeda doesn't need to immediately bawl his eyes out when someone gets killed or else he's suspicious and...bad? I am confused with what you mean by this. If you mean that Komeada shouldn't be so nonchalant about murder because he's constantly trying to kill someone else, that is plainly incorrect and i explained above why.

-Posturing about Komaeda's 'black and white thinking' while in the next exact slide you show fanart of him smugly explaining he has Borderline. First, i want you to explain to me the black and white thinking in a way that isn't "oh, the friends and classmates i previously liked turned out to be fucking terrorists". I think that's a pretty justifiable situation for your thinking to go from white to black. Also, if that is enough credence to assign Komaeda BPD, you really don't know how BPD works, especially since you assigned it to the one character you constantly talk about being a freak (and also lust...pseudo lust? after).

- The insistence with Hinata not really understanding Komaeda and running away, even if he wants to understands him is pretty suspect, especially when compared to the game. Hinata is confused and overwhelmed yes, but it's not just that he wants to understand Komaeda but that he still feels fondness for him, he still follows his advice and puts his faith in him and the way he mourns him in Chapter 5 is also pretty indicative of this. It's just another part in the pattern in you making Hinata the confused, rational, 'morally pure' man that's 'tempted' by 'corrupted' manic pixie mentally ill demon Komaeda. Something tells me your priest AU isn't so much playing with dolls as much as...what you actually believe these characters dynamic is.

- The whole page where Servant is basically made into a joke about how hot and sexy and freaky he is doesn't help your point either.

-The most damning evidence of course is a drawing in the second to last slide, wherein Komaeda is supposed to be analogous to 'guy who has something wrong with him' (distorted, freak, mentally ill) and Hinata is analogous to the guy that 'is the only one that understands them' (the rational one, the relationship of understanding doesn't go both ways).

- Your slide with sources is pretty vague and unclear. Also the way that you credit "Your superior mind" before the game itself when all you've been doing is repeating and misinterpreting the plot of the game is ...ironic

So yeah, that's all I got. Feel free to 'debunk' my observations as much as you please, I just want to know if there's actual basis behind everything you just said or I should go digging for 'the actual serious analysis' yet again.

i think you forgot that fandom is meant to be fun

#ask #anon #tw anon hate #i’m not gonna go through each individual point here bc frankly that’d be a waste of my time #so i’m just going to say this:#i am someone who makes jokes. funny haha jokes. i Laugh. i Shitpost. Common Fandom Behavior #‘freak’ is a word i use to refer to myself more often than anyone else #i view it with a positive connotation. and also kmda is objectively weird!! that is part of what makes his character good #i use 2 definitions of ‘freak’: the first is Related To Sex and the second is Strange Or Bizarre #komaeda is a strange and bizarre person who is regularly used for fanservice #you could for sure say maybe i have some sort of bias with calling people ‘freaks’ but for you to assume ill intent is nasty #that presentation was made to give my irl friends an understanding of what i mean when i talk abt kmhn #‘kmhn bible’ is a JOKE title. it’s a BIT. i don’t know if you’ve noticed but i try to have fun around here #anywho. i’m not going to argue semantics with someone who is clearly convinced that i couldn’t possibly know what i’m talking about #that’s not worth my time or energy.#i’m going to continue to have fun on the internet with my friends. i am going to continue making my funny jokes #i am going to continue to make weird bad not-quite-horny art. and i’m going to be happy #you can either block me like an adult and move on with your life. or you can send me another anon #if you do send me that ask know that i will block you. this is a conversation i am done having #because i will not have these conversations with people who refuse fo respect me #it’s clear that you have it in your head that you’re smarter than me. which sure whatever believe what you want idgaf #but regardless of how you view me i am not obligated to prove myself to you. ever #thanks for downloading my funny little powerpoint though ^_^

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ambonexus · 15 days ago

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I have this ask: what made you interested in Togami?

I am a little late to answering this, but thank you for asking! Allow me to divulge with a several paragraph long response!

First and foremost, I absolutely fell for his cool rich boy-actually an asshole charm the moment I laid eyes on him. I'm the type of person who will adore the silly guys, but I will devour a character I can take seriously. For all of Togami's funny over the top egotistical moments, and for all the memes and jokes that sprout from his character, he is one of the more grounded THH characters (in contrast to people like Fukawa or Yamada) and I enjoy that. He's also generally just handsome, as is appropriate for his character? They did a good job designing him Especially since they had that goal in mind.

Secondly, his lore. He isn't just a rich snobby kid with a stick up his ass who got into Hope's Peak via his daddy paying off the admins. By giving Togami that first "killing" game to participate in, not only does it give him the credibility to be accepted into Hope's Peak, it also gives him reason to be so composed. He has been through this before, and he won the first time. It's no wonder that the second time he's dropped into a game like this, he is confident he will win, he is confident he will come out on top. If he, the youngest sibling, can emerge from as ruthless a game as the competition for the Togami name, he can win some petty murder game where the only ultimate goal is to survive.

I also think his obsession with the rules of the game (and just the game in general) is interesting. He almost urges others to participate in the killing game because he's bored and understimulated. In comparison to the game he played with his siblings, this is Apparently Nothing. He doesn't bear grudges against the blackened students because in his eyes, they're just following the rules, they're just playing the game. They suck at it evidently, but he respects it in a way.

As soon as the game starts to fall apart, and a spy is revealed, and everyone is teaming up against the mastermind, and Togami realizes the balance is shifting? He bows out because Hina and Sakura essentially broke the rules trying to sacrifice their lives, which caused the rest of the participants to "cast aside their fear", which caused the game to "lose that sense of excitement".

He's got such unique motivations for participating and not participating, it intrigues me.

I Also also think he realizes at this point (chapter 4) that becoming a blackened or otherwise fighting against the current is just foolish. The party has become so narrowed down, and both Naegi and Kirigiri have shown so much skill in identifying killers, that he'd stand no chance. The whole underlying theme for the chapter 4 trial is that Togami gets his character development because his skill pales in comparison to the others. He almost got everyone killed because he made an incorrect conclusion, and that incorrect conclusion was drawn because he was successfully deceived. It may not be the "thoughtless sentimentalism" the others could have been hoping for, but it's something. Once again, he displays his solitary and very unique motivations.

All in all, his character is just compelling to me. The fact that he is an antagonist makes it better, I love a compelling antagonist that goes beyond just being evil for the sake of being evil. I love antagonists that I can understand and rationalize and pick apart their motives. ...he's also hot.

Thank you again for asking!!

#danganronpa #ambonexus danganronpa #ambonexus #ambonexus ask box #ambonexus rambles #byakuya togami #danganronpa togami #character analysis #by accident kinda LOL

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bestworstcase · 1 year ago

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Hi again. I've continued to read through... well, whatever the almighty algorithim feels like suggesting (searching here is hard even when you have an idea where to start, which I don't), and my mental state can be best represented by this little gem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZWK5IBuVMM&t=298s (Is this necessary? No. Do I think it's funny and worth sharing? Yes, and to an extent that's kinda what this site is all about)

Anyway, a pretty common thread I've noticed in your theories is "Summer is an up-to-now-offscreen agent of Salem by choice." While you definitely make a good case even from the limited amount I've seen, I have to ask: when and where did these thoughts originate from in the first place? I mean, I can *kinda* see where you connected some of the dots, but it's still a huge leap compared to the initially perfectly sensible conclusion of her being dead or otherwise incapacitated.

(Oh, and if this could be answered similarly to my last question, then I can at least say that I have loose plans for a thorough notepad-and-magnifying-glass rewatch of the whole series over the imminent summer after a warmup with Spirited Away, so we'll see how that goes. Maybe I'll look back at myself a few months from now and laugh at my relatively foolish ways; wouldn't be the first time, anyway)

i’d joke that it’s about the Vibes TM but what it comes down to really is the way rwby handles foreshadowing. as for the "when and where" part i couldn’t remember so i went looking.

let me take you on a little journey

these messages on 7/27 are my first direct reference to the idea of summer joining salem but i think (based on my phrasing) that i must have had it in mind for a while prior, which given that this was eight whole days after i’d finished watching the show at all. well. if i had to guess i’d say i probably went "okay so yes but also no" after ruby went "that’s what happened to mom" in 8.11

and the reason for that is pretty simple:

there is a lot of build up in v1-8 to summer’s fate being a Big Fucking Deal; this, in combination with the careful phrasing the narrative always uses regarding her disappearance—she "never came back” or she was "taken," it’s never said that she died—means she’s still alive.

salem met summer rose 12-14 years ago. the hound is a novelty to everyone, including salem’s own inner circle, and salem herself describes him as an "experiment." ruby jumps to a conclusion that doesn’t add up with information the audience knows that she doesn’t.

but, it’s unlikely that ruby is entirely wrong: think about tyrian waxing poetic about his "goddess" and ruby with no hesitation saying "cinder." she was both incorrect (his "goddess" is salem) but partially right (cinder is salem’s protégée and tyrian is here at all because cinder asked salem to deal with ruby).

in v4 we get a look at salem’s evil boardroom (there are two seats conspicuously left empty) and then see salem receiving a seer call from someone stationed at beacon, after it’s been firmly established that none of the agents we know about is there. we don’t see who is on the other end of this call, and we only hear salem’s side (note the incongruity with how seer calls are depicted in every other case; the identity of the beacon agent is withheld from the audience deliberately).

in v5 raven is so scornful of summer rose that she decides "you sound just like your mother" deserves an immediate fireball from cinder fall to the face. in v9 she was big goofy grins at summer. SOMETHING REALLY BAD HAPPENED. and i don’t think this dramatic change is explicable by raven simply watching summer fail and die or be captured; else she’d just be calling summer a fool the same way she does qrow and tai. that says betrayal.

so we know that summer met salem. we know that she did not die and cannot have been made into a hound-like creature (because he’s a new experiment). summer being alive probably rules out her being a ‘failed’ experiment, since that would undoubtedly have been fatal. ruby’s assumption that summer was twisted into a grimm-thrall by salem is incorrect but likely not too far off from the truth, and we know SOMETHING happened during that last mission that shattered raven’s trust in summer, and the simplest answer there is that summer is with salem but willingly.

and salem has a Mystery Lieutenant who’s been stationed at beacon since it fell. math! to my mind the only real questions are why and if summer might have been partially grimmed a la cinder, because in v8 the narrative starts telegraphing "summer is with salem in some not-enslaved-or-imprisoned capacity" without any subtlety at all.

now if we add in to the mix certain things v9 did ("an invincible monster who took your mother!" OH BOY) ("she lied, she left with raven! why would she–?" OH BOY!!!), there’s a clear narrative trajectory developing in the direction of summer rose not having been the Perfect Martyred Fairytale Paragon that everyone has put on a pedestal for the last 12-14 years; like anyone else she was a real person with flaws, and narratively the strongest way to drive that point home is to present to us (and to the characters who’ve been mythologizing summer as a flawless hero for more than a decade) a summer rose who decided that siding with salem was the right thing to do and then exploring why she did it.

summer being with salem of her own volition also makes it a lot easier to get to the narrative turning point of negotiating with salem; summer is the bridge, someone who has people she cares about on both sides. it is much harder to form a truce with salem if she tortured two of the main characters’ mother to death and/or enslaved and/or imprisoned her (because then you need to have an arc about saving the mother and that pushes further down the dead-end road of trying to defeat salem, who can’t be meaningfully defeated). but if summer chose to side with salem she can open that door to "maybe we can reason with salem."

so thinking about it just from a writer perspective… if i were the one writing this story and making these creative decisions with regard to the summer rose mystery, the reason i would set things up in this specific way is to develop toward a twist that summer freely chose to join salem with the intention that this precipitates the negotiation. that was true in v1-8 and then v9 ticked off literally every box on my mental checklist of things i would expect v9 to do if this was the direction they were headed—another hint about salem "taking" summer in conjunction with a reminder that salem is "invincible," surfacing ruby’s self-identification with The Idea of summer rose and how very harmful this is, a peek through the looking glass at The Person summer rose who is flawed in ways that shock and distress ruby, and an explicitly-stated "who knows why?" in reference to summer’s flaws and her final mission.

shrug. it’s just the explanation that makes the most sense taking into account all the clues that we have.

as a further point of interest, neither summer nor tai have an obvious ozian allusion (in contrast to qrow and raven who are the scareqrow and the woggle bug respectively)… which by process of elimination with the cast of marvelous land of oz, probably makes them general jinjur and jellia jamb. jinjur conquers the emerald city and occupies it for most of the story; jellia is a serving girl in the emerald city’s palace who remains with jinjur until very near the end when she gets roped into mombi’s schemes. which tracks with the idea that summer is holding beacon on salem’s behalf and tai is…there.

and i am kicking myself for not clocking tai-as-jellia until B4 dropped because it’s so. obvious. in hindsight. lol

(bonus first time reaction to 7.2

because it made me snort)

#this is more a writerbrain ''i know this technique'' theory than an analytical one

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eventinelysplayground · 8 months ago

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Worship of the Flesh

Kinktober Day 20: Body Worship | Daddy/Mommy Kink.

Pairing: Kennyo x Mai.

We are now 2/3 of the way through Kinktober, hopefully everyone has been enjoying themselves! I tired with this one I really did. It's quite long and I think it turned out ok but idk the length bothers me still but it was one of the first 3 I finished and ya. As a note I did look up about who exactly the specific school of Buddhism would Kennyo have worshipped to make it more accurate and that's what I found but I apologize if it is incorrect. Kennyo and Mai enjoy eachother's company for the first time in awhile. NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 2780.

It was late evening and the faint sound of bells carried on the cool autumn breeze, alone at his desk sat Kennyo brush in hand as he finished off another letter. He was not so deeply involved that he would miss the sound of the door sliding shut followed by soft footfalls.

“I am almost finished, give me a moment and I shall assist you with putting him down before I leave.”

“Kennyo.”

Kennyo had not looked up from his letter writing initially but his attention was drawn away when Mai called his name as she knelt down beside him. He immediately noticed their son was not with her but before he could voice the question Mai began to speak.

“Ranmaru has him.”

“Why, were you feeling unwell? You should have-”

“I'm fine Kennyo! I just-”

Mai's glowing eyes darted away from Kennyo's and she let out a long sigh before continuing.

“I just wanted some time with you…alone.”

“Mai.”

Kennyo reached out to gently caress her cheek and she leaned into his warm touch.

“We have had this discussion before, we can not Mai.”

The faint glow in Mai's eyes faded completely before she drew her head away from Kennyo's touch and looked away causing his heart to ache.

“Have I done something wrong, or to upset you.”

“That is not the problem.”

“Then do you not find me attractive anymore?”

“That is not it either, you are as beautiful as ever.”

“Then, why?"

“Will you not cease with questioning me about this matter.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I need to know what I did to make you stop loving me!”

Kennyo was left momentarily speechless, he had not foreseen Mai coming to this conclusion though in hindsight he could see how she could mistake his intentions.

“I have not stopped loving you, I am afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes. The last thing I wish to do is cause you harm yet I have found it growing increasingly difficult to…restrain myself.”

Kennyo had expected for Mai to now see his struggles and to be in agreement with him, he did not expect her to burst out into laughter.

“I am glad you find my struggles amusing.”

Kennyo was half angry, half pouting now as he glared at Mai.

“Oh Kennyo, I'm sorry…it's just.”

“Do not laugh so hard, what if you injured yourself!?”

Despite his chastisement Mai continued to laugh for another moment before she was able to regain her composure. She moved closer to Kennyo so their thighs pressed together.

“I'm sorry I laughed.”

“As you should be. You have gone through a great ordeal and the risk of something happening to you even now is not insignificant.”

Kennyo looked down at repentant looking Mai.

“I did not mean to make you believe that I no longer loved you. It is because I love you that I have been struggling. A part of me is aware I am being overly cautious with you but, I do not wish to hurt you Mai.”

Mai reached out, taking one of Kennyo's hands in hers and placing a kiss upon the back of it.

“I love your gentleness and your kindness but… I'm not made of glass, I won't break.”

Kennyo let out a sigh, he knew Mai was right. She had proven time and again how strong or body, heart and spirit she was yet he could not help but worry about her.

“Kennyo, I really am fine. It's been nine weeks and my body has completely healed, I'm not even sleep deprived because you took such good care of me! The only thing wrong with me now is that I miss your touch, your warmth.”

Mai laced her fingers with Kennyo's and looked up at him with pleading eyes. This was the most they had touched since before the birth and his resolve was wavering. He was about to use the last of his resolve in a final attempt to make her see reason but before he could she placed a soft kiss on his lips. That kiss broke the last of his resolve and he found himself pulling Mai to his chest before claiming her lips in a frenzied kiss.

He took advantage of Mai's moan to slip his tongue into her mouth. He chased her tongue with his own catching it and twining them together before releasing it so he could chase after it again. He ran his hands along her body and felt the way she arched towards him rubbing her body against his as she continued to moan into their kiss. Kennyo let out a low, almost animalistic growl as he pushed Mai down against the tatami. One of his hands held one of her wrists to the floor while his other hand slid down her body to untie her obi cord. As his fingers worked quickly he briefly pulled away from their kiss.

“You will tell me…if you… feel any pain or discomfort.”

Kennyos words were halting as he caught his breath. Mai was breathing heavily and so could only manage to nod her head but it was enough for him. His lips made their way back to hers, his tongue plundering her mouth as his hands made quick work of removing her kimono. As Kennyo slid the last of the fabric aside he broke their kiss and sat back intending to remove his own garments but as he looked down at Mai laying there her body bared to him amongst her dishevelled kimono his urgency was replaced with a sudden feeling of serenity. Sensing that his pace was no longer hurried and perhaps worried of the cause Mai lifted herself up to rest on her elbows. The way the fabric slowly slid down and off her shoulders as she did stoked the now slowly burning fire within him.

“Kennyo, why did you stop. I promise, I'll tell you if-”

Kennyo couldn't help but smirk at the desperate look in Maid eyes and along with how thick with need her voice was, it was too adorable and he could not hold back a chuckle.

“Kennyo?”

“You do not need to worry, I have no intention of stoping now.”

Kennyo removed the last of his garments as Mai continued to look at him, the confusion evident on her flushed face. Kennyo pulled Mai to him letting the last of her garments slip completely off.

“Normally I worship Amida, but tonight I shall worship you.”

Kennyo placed his big hands upon Mai's cheeks and looked into her big clear eyes. Those eyes that were always so steadfast and determined.

“And I shall start with your eyes. Eyes that were always full of stubborn determination. That can see the good in anyone, that saw the good still within me even when I could not see it in myself. Eyes that look upon me with such love and devotion.”

Kennyo placed a kiss to the corner of Mai's right eye then continued to kiss a path over the bridge of her nose to her left eye.

“Kennyo…”

There was a softness and lilt of laughter to Mai's voice and it made Kennyo smile.

“Next are your soft lips.”

He ran a calloused finger along Mai's bottom lip and she let out a sigh.

“Lips that always spoke kindness to me, that say my name as no other ever has. Lips that taste sweet and sing even sweeter under my touch.”

He kissed her lips. Unlike the kisses earlier this kiss was slow and tender but still carried in it his passion for her. His lips drew apart from hers and began to slowly make their way down her neck nipping lightly until he came to her shoulder.

“These shoulders that although slender… help carry immense burdens on them…burdens they should never have… had to have helped carry.”

He kissed his way slowly across her shoulder as he spoke and his hand reached for hers. He continued slowly kissing down her arm until her wrist where he lifted up her hand that was joined with his.

“Skilled hands that make works of art out of fabric, hands that serve, hands that will do whatever they can to help. Hands that are delicate yet so strong they once embraced a demon.”

“You were…ahhh…never a…demon Kennyo.”

Kennyo smiled wryly at Mai whose breathing had now become laboured. He followed the same path he had taken down her arm and shoulder. He crossed along her collarbone while his hand released her and came up to grab her right breast caressing it causing Mai's head to fall back as she let out a soft sigh. He kissed and nipped his way slowly down and across to the top of her left breast.

“Your beautiful heart. A heart… that reaches out to all those who come to here. A heart that…reached through the demon I was to what remained of my own heart. A heart that stole my own but replaced it with itself.”

Kennyo had kissed lower down from the top of Mai's breast as he spoke until he was now above where he assumed her heart would be about and he began to suck hard at her skin. Mai let out a cry of pleasure at the sensation Kennyo responded by tenderly kneading her other breast. As his lips released their hold he examined the faint red mark blooming on her skin. He kissed his way across her chest and moved his hands so that he could now caress her left breast while kissing down along her right one.

“Your perfect breasts that bring me pleasure and that now also sustain our son.”

More light kisses and caresses followed before he found his way back in between them. Using his body weight he slowly pushed Mai back down against the tatami before resuming his worship. Mai continued to let out soft moans of pleasure at Kennyo's tender kisses and heated touch while his reverence of her body made her heart and head heavy with delight. He continued his slow pace as he kissed down between her breasts moving over to where the faint scar remained on her side.

“This scar.”

He gingerly ran his fingers across it as a pained expression momentarily flashed across his face.

“A scar you bare only because of your love for me, because you wanted to save me even if it had cost you everything.”

Light kisses landed on that painful reminder of how he had almost lost her. Of all the pain he had put her through because of his stubbornness. Kennyo shook his head in hopes of shaking out those unpleasant memories as he moved across to her stomach and Mai briefly squirmed under him.

“Your belly where you grew and nurtured our precious child.”

Kennyo kissed her stomach where he used to when it was swollen with their child. Mai giggled slightly but it was soon cut off as Kennyo made his way down to her thighs, his calloused fingers following behind the path his lips had taken.

“Your soft thighs that make the best and most comforting place for me to lay my head. When I rest my head in your lap it is like everything bad or bothersome that has happened is cleansed away.”

Kennyo took his time kissing and nibbling on Mai's inner thigh while he gripped her hips. His extra appraisal to this area did not go unrewarded and Mai moaned in pleasure. As his lips continued their worship of her thighs his hands slowly slid down her leg as far as they were able.

“Your smooth legs and dainty feet which you use to walk beside me while we take this path in life together.”

Kennyo grabbed her knee and bent it while he kissed it. When he looked up at Mai and saw her eyes clouded by the pleasure he was giving her the calm that had come over him began to vanish. He planted kisses each one higher than the last all the way back up her thigh until he reached her center. Even this dim light was enough to reveal how wet she had become to him and he dragged his tongue along her opening delighting in her taste.

“Ahhh!”

Kennyo smiled to himself as he heard Mai's cry and her hand gently slam against the floor.

“And this…”

He nipped gently at her tender bud before kissing it.

“This place…”

Another long lick from his tongue followed by feather light kisses.

“Nghhh…”

“This place where…”

He prodded at her slick opening with his tongue, a part of him knew he was pushing her too far but it was all he could do now to keep himself in control.

“Where we…”

Mai was writhing desperately under him now, her hips bucking wildly against his tongue.

“Kennyo!”

At Mai's cry of his name the fading calm snapped all at once. Kennyo grabbed at Mai's hips digging in his nails as he pulled her closer to him before climbing on top of her. He wasted no time entering her in swift motion, her familiar warmth enveloped his cock as he thrusted into her hard.

“Where we join our two bodies as one, where your heat envelopes me. I can no longer be gentle with you tonight, I am sorry."

Kennyo's thrusts became even harder and he watched as Mais head fell back and her arms and legs wrapped themselves around him. He felt her nails rake across his shoulder as she became wetter and soon enough he could feel the clench around his cock as she reached her peak.

“Oh yes, Ahhh!”

Kennyo let out a low groan, those screams of his name and Mai's clear pleasure were all he needed to push him over the edge after so long and he came inside her shortly after. His arms felt like they would not hold his weight any longer so he used the last bit of strength in them to roll himself onto his back beside Mai so he did not crush her under himself. Normally Mai would come into his arms after they made love but several minutes passed and she still had not come. He looked over at her to find her laying there still panting and clutching at the side of her head. Worried he sat up quickly and placed a hand to her head.

“Mai, did I hurt you?”

Mai shook her head slightly followed by a barely audible no.

“Are you certain?”

“Ye, yes…I'm not hurt, I'm just.”

Mai's words faded as she closed her eyes.

“You are just what, answer me Mai!”

There was a slight panic in Kennyo's voice that Mai clearly detected as she reached out and squeezed his hand before opening her eyes and turning to look at him.

“I'm just still drowning in pleasure from you.”

“Oh?”

“It was always amazing but something about tonight…”

Kennyo relaxed now that there was clearly nothing wrong. He moved so he was on his side, his head propped up on his arm.

“My beautiful, perfect-”

As Kennyo spoke he leaned in towards Mai and placed a kiss upon her shoulder.

“Ahhh!”

Mai's body jolted at his kiss and she let out another cry of pleasure and bucked her hips, pleasure written clearly on her face.

“Mai?”

Kennyo reached out pushing Mai's hair out of her face and she turned towards him snuggling into his chest.

“I'm sorry, really I'm fine. That was, the way you spoke and touched me. It was all just… intense.”

“I see…”

“Not that it wasn't before! Just…wow”

Kennyo laughed, causing Mai to bury her face in his chest.

“I am sorry, I am not really laughing at you.”

He kissed the top of her head.

“I am just amused that my words seem to have heightened the effect.”

Mai looked up and pouted at Kennyo but he only grinned deviously at her.

“If you received that much intense pleasure from it, I see no reason we could not do so again.”

He planted a kiss upon her ear, then moved down along her jawline.

“There are many places on your body I have left to worship, if that would please you and I will be gentler in the future.”

Mai let out an unsteady breath.

“I don't know if I could survive that again, but…”

Kennyo watched as Mai bit her lower lip as she considered it.

“It would definitely please me to have you do it again, and… you don't need to be gentler.”

Kennyo slightly raised an eyebrow at Mai's words and wondered once again what reserve of good fortune had brought her into his life before wrapping his arms around her.

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