#minipulation

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I’m sorry - A Lion sword, Jing centered Fic (pt 2: Long day)

Tw mild angst, insults, and mentions of emotional manipulation and abuse.

The sounds of birds chirping greeting Jing upon his awake-

-and as he layed there, huddled under the blankets, he almost convinced himself he was back in his own home, in his room and bed. But the moment he opened his eyes shattered that illusion.

Only the sight of stone grey walls of the tower awaited him. The only noise made being from the birds chirping outside. Jing didn’t move for a while, simply laying in the bed.

Slowly though, he managed to pull himself from his misery and bed. He showered and changed in the small, but clean bathroom connected. He had few clothing options, but most were at the very least warm.

Eventually, Jing convinced himself to get to work cleaning up the mess left by the porcelain shards he’d created the night before. He as he did so, he did his best to ignore any little cuts or scrapes he may have gotten. Jing winced when his stomach growled loudly. He hadn’t eaten dinner the night before, and had skipped breakfast entirely for a small lunch. Now he was regretting that decision.

Most of the time Jing sat at the window, silently watching the birds flying by. In the distance he could see the vague movements of guards and celestials. He debated calling out to them, but past experience told him it would be pointless. Nobody could hear or see him. Not from here.

When he wasn’t sulking by the window, Jing was sitting at the desk, drawing little doodles into the few peices of paper he had. Then doodling over those peices when he ran out of paper.

It was mindless, and if it hadn’t been for the eerie quietness Jing might have thought it another day in his office.

Jings head perked up when he heard familar footsteps echo outside. Stay paused just outside the door, and Jing waited for… something. The door to open, the emperor to call out, something anything. His heart pounded, wondering if maybe he’d be freed early. But…

“Tàishān? Is that you?” He called out, voice timid. But only silence answered him. Jing stared listlessly at the wall as the footsteps simply… walked away.

Convincing himself he was shivering from the cold, Jing silently grabbed the beds blanket wrapped himself in it like a burrito. He stared at the paper and drew slow and methodical lines and circles, all former creativity seeming to vanish into thin air.

He didn’t even flinch when his stomach made itself known once again. Just continued to draw and doodle and make little illegible notes. He didn’t stop until long after the peices of paper were just large blocks of black ink. The heavy smell made Jing light headed, even as he threw them in the little trash can.

With nothing else to do, Jing worked out. Push-ups, sit-ups, stretches, the works. He did this repeatedly, pacing and jobbing around the room with the limited space he had.

Sweaty and sore, Jing took a lukewarm bath. Indoor plumbing was a recently new human invention, and Jing adored it. Of course, the water in the tower wasn’t very warm, but he did his best to ignore it.

After, Jing dried off and got dressed in the simple white clothing as fast as he could, the cold air nipping his damp skin. Jing winced as his stomach made itself known again, and he rubbed his neck with both hands in an attempt to ignore it. Looking around the empty room, despair creeped in.

A scream tore its way out of Jing’s throat. He ripped one of the pillows from the bed and tossed it against the wall. It plopped in the stone ground, and the rest followed. Jing also swept the blankets off the bed, before turning and yanking the desk over as well. “You stupid pig! You fucking bastard!! Let me out of here you asshole!!” He kicked the chair, before finally stopping his rage fit.

The room was a disaster. And Jing knew the emperor wouldn’t going to be happy, but in his hysteria he didn’t care. Jing let out another scream has he knelt to the ground, clawing angrily at the circlet cuffs on his arms. His screams eventually turned into gut wrenching sobs, and Jing wailed into the ground for a long while.

“Fuuuuck!” He wailed, yanking at the cuffs harshly. “It was a fucking accident! Let me go home damnit!” He broke into more sobs, tugging hard at the roots of his hair.

Eventually, Jing cried himself hoarse. He remained on the floor for just a little longer before he finally lifted his head. He winced, headache beginning to form, but managed to stumbled up. Grabbing some of the pillows and lightly tossing them back in the bed, Jing grabbed the fluffiest blanket before making his way back to said bed.

Jing sat on the bed, tugging the blankets up off the floor and huddling under them as he sniffled and whimpered, the sky slowly turning from blue to a soft lilac. He didn’t move an inch otherwise, even after the cold breeze caused some papers to blow around the room. He couldn’t bring himself to move. He was just too hungry and cold, only able to weep.

But eventually, he managed to turn and lay down, curling to try and sooth his aching stomach and muffle his cries. His nails clawed at the thin fabric around his biceps, a nearly cutting into it. He repeated this motion, finding comfort in the little control he was able to obtain.

It wasn’t until it was nearly dark out, and Jing’s tears had all but stopped, did the footsteps return, and this time, the door opened. Light spilled into the dimly lit room, which had only been illuminated by a few candles, and Jing’s head popped up. He scrambled to sit up, facing the stone-faced emperor even as his vision spun.

“Lazing around I see. I suppose this is just a vacation to you?” Jing opened his mouth to defend himself… before thinking better of it, simply looking down. “No words? Don’t tell me you’re sulking.” Footsteps could be heard, and Jing’s vision became blurry again.

“I’m sorry.” Jing’s voice cracked, but he didn’t move from the bed. The footsteps grew closer, and a pair of slippered feet appeared in his lien of sight. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please….”

“And I should believe you? You dared to speak back to me, even after your disastrous actions against my gift for you.”

“I’m sorry.” Jing gripped his arms even tighter, but he refused to let his voice waiver more than it had. “It was an accident. Please Tàishān, I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

The Jade emperor huffed and turned away. “Still only thinking of yourself. How typical. I should just leave your selfish self here to truely understand-“

“No!” Jing threw himself from the bed and to his knees, gripping the ends of the giant man’s silk robes with desperation “Please Tàishān! I can’t take it!”

The emperor remained cold, keeping his head turned away from the other. “You’d beg at the feet of the man you hate?”

“I don’t hate you!” Jing’s arms trembled, and he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I was, was just upset. I didn’t mean it, I promise, please don’t leave me here…”

“My boy,” The empeor hummed, voice warmed but sad as a calloused hand ran over Jing’s head. “if you did not mean it, then why did you say it?”

“I was upset!” Jing’s voice cracked with desperation, and he buried his face in the emperors robes. “I’m sorry, please for give me, please-“

“Oh dear one, how could I not?” The warm hand ran its fingers through his hair, and a wet sob escaped Jing. “It’s just a book. It’s alright, I’m not angry at you anymore.”

“I- I did- didn’t mean to to do it” Jing babbled, swaying when he was suddenly lifted, but the moment he could hear the others heartbeat he nearly burst right back into tears. “I- I’m sorry, I’m a-sorry, please don’t leave me here again.” The emperor hummed, and Jing felt the vibrations sooth his throbbing head. The smaller man curled into the other, feeling shaky and tired, even as he continued to mumble apologies and pleas.

“Shhh,” his father-in-law soothed, and Jing sniffled before settling back down on his chest. “I forgive you. I’m sure you’ll be more careful, yes?”

“Yes sir…” Jing’s voice cracked a bit, and Jing his curled his hand around the front of the others expensive robe.

“And I’m sure your disrespectful attitude will not repeat?”

“No sir.” Jing whispered, and the Jade emperor hummed pleasantly.

“Alright,” the other moved and closed the door behind him, casually strolling down the hallway in a smooth stride. “Let’s get you something to eat.

(*Tàishān - very formal Chinese term for father in law.)

Pt 1 here:

[three-anons-one-blog]

ofcourse you can!! am i not a peaceful presence ^_^ - :) :(

You’re far too similar to me to be what one considers a peaceful presence

[almoststedytimetravel]

Odin's ability to have his best supports with characters who have a base stat line that turns Ophila into a Thacia character is actually impressive.

[gilverrwrites]

Fake Dating tropes with (some of) the birds and the bats. Ft. Babs, Bruce, Dick, Duke, Jason, Kate, and Tim.

GN!Reader, ≈200-250 words each CWs: None graphic mentions of sex, none-graphic injuries, none -graphic mentions of drugs, intentionally minipulative behaviours.🩷

Barbara

The two of you weren’t exactly not dating. Attached at the hip, making goo-goo eyes in person and inappropriate comments over the comms line when apart; it was obvious to anyone with eyes or ears that something was going on there, you just hadn’t put a name on it yet. It’s something the two of you had made plans to nail down and discuss during your sort of but not really a date-date tonight.

But you had only gone and got yourself shot during what should have been a simple trip to the bank. It wasn’t life-threatening, but you’d been rushed off in an ambulance, you’d need surgery, a lot of meds, and months, if not years of physio to get your arms back into shape.

Barbara didn’t know that at the time though, she’d been panic-stricken from the moment she found out. Emotions getting the better of her, brain running at 100 miles a minute as she rushed to the hospital.

“Partners and family only.” The nurse had told her. And without hesitation, she’d responded: “I am their partner.”

Her lie paid off, allowing her access to your bedside, as well as a full update on your status. There wasn’t another face in any universe you would have rather seen upon waking up from surgery. Now you just had to keep up the appearance of being a married couple until you were discharged, maybe longer.

Bruce

It’s a well-organised and thoroughly thought-out publicity stunt. Bruce needed someone new on his playboy roster, and you needed the media to circulate literally anything other than the less-than-flattering leaks that had been sold to them without your consent.

All you had to do was follow the itinerary. A couple of soft launch social media pics, a few whispers to the looser-lipped socialites of your circles, and some ‘private’ candid photo ops of the two of you dating:

Snuggling under the shade of an oak tree in Gotham Park, wearing matching caps and sunglasses that do little to hide your identities as you read a shared copy of Romeo and Juliet together.

Sitting in his car, in the parking lot of Big Belly Burger, munching on an unseemly large order of burgers and fries together. Nobody questions why the previously tinted windows of Bruce’s car are now clear.

Intimately and provocatively embracing, tastefully half nude on the balcony of your uptown apartment. The press didn’t need to know that you’re actually renting an Airbnb for the weekend, for exactly this purpose, and nothing more.

Everything was carefully planned, right down to the T for maximum impact and minimal effort. The only thing that hadn’t been accounted for was one, or both of you catching feelings in the time you’d spent together.

Dick

He’s never been able to say no to you, you know it, he knows it. So when you ask him in an act of desperation to be your fake-boyfriend for your ex’s wedding he’s quick to inform you that this is the dumbest idea he’s ever heard, and that he’s 110% on board.

He takes you shopping for matching outfits, picks you up on the day in Bruce’s flashiest car, suprises you with something pretty, compliments you loudly and romantically at every chance and won’t take his hands off you all the way through the ceremony. He's attentive and outwardly passionate. Not only is he playing the role of the world's best-ever (fake-)boyfriend, he’s making sure everyone in the vicinity knows you’re a (fake) couple.

It’s during the reception when that funny feeling really starts to settle in. The hairs on edge, butterflies in your belly feeling. Maybe it’s the happy, romantic atmosphere, the soppy music, the way his hands sit so perfectly on your hips as he sways you round and around on the dance floor. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you with those mesmeric blue eyes but damn if you don’t want to kiss him, right here, right now.

Duke

It was a stupid idea, and his family would give him so much shit if when they found out, but you’d argued that “we’ll never know if it might actually work unless we try” and that had sold him on giving it a go. Even if he thought about calling it off at every turn.

What was the stupid plan, and why was it necessary? Well, your ex was dating his crush, and you’d figured fake-dating might redirect their attention to the two of you. And if not, no harm done, right?

Big harm done. Over the next few months, Duke and yourself had spent most of your free time in close proximity. Sharing clothes, food, and ‘plan-related’ intimate details about each other. When you weren’t together you were glued to your phone, awaiting his texts, refreshing his socials.

Somewhere amongst all the dinner dates, and ‘strictly-business’ public making out sessions, your plan worked; his crush took notice, how could they not, Duke was perfect.

Your ex did not. Not that you cared, you’d moved on, to someone who was about to become equally as unavailable.

Jason

He was trying to infiltrate an infamous drug ring so he could take it down from the inside and needed someone in the know who could double as arm candy to sell his story. You’d already been trying to get your foot in the door for weeks now, but lacked enough street cred for them to take a chance on you. It only made sense that you would join forces.

For a while it’s fun, hanging off his arm, letting his hands roam your body freely, loud-whispering all the things you wanted to do to him for anyone to hear. You really enjoyed pretending to be his devilish trophy partner. You enjoyed the nights where it wasn’t pretend even more. But all good things must come to an end.

He served his purpose of getting you where you needed to be, but now he was getting a little too close to building a compelling case against the ring, you couldn’t let that happen, you had much bigger plans for it.

What? You’d promised information, not loyalty.

Kate

You’re both socialites with fairly large internet followings who run in the same circles. Your relationship has always been that of friendly acquaintances until a photographer snaps an innocuous photo of you both entering the bathroom at the same time and the media goes crazy.

Despite putting out very clear, separate statements, clarifying that there is nothing going on, your respective followers grab the ball and sprint with it until you both innocently start to play along. Leaving flirty comments on each other selfies, acting appalled when the other is rumoured to be dating someone else, tagging each other in scenic snaps that could be considered romantic: graffiti hearts, colourful sunsets, starry skies from the candlelit table of a wine bar.

It’s completely harmless of course, it’s all a joke, until it’s not. Until you actually find yourself flustered by her comments, really wishing she was sharing your dinners, until you brace yourself and send the first DM.

Tim

He really is the whole package. Handsome, hardworking, dedicated, polite, and as smart as he is rich. You can understand why your grandma was so excited, calling you from across the country to confirm if you were the mystery person spotted out and about with Bruce Wayne’s second youngest. You hadn’t lied when you’d said yes, you’d just neglected to tell her that you were only friends. You figured it would get her off your back about finding a nice boy for a while. It kind of felt nice, talking to somebody other than yourself about your big fat crush on him and in your defence, you hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly.

One minute she’s bragging about her grandchild’s new boyfriend to the ladies in her swim aerobics class, the next she’s booked a flight to come and visit so she can meet him.

If you’d known what she was planning you would have confessed, but she’d already forked out the cash for her plane ticket so you swallowed your pride and begged Tim to help. He wouldn’t even have to do much, just spend the weekend nodding and smiling at an old woman’s stories and then he could reap the rewards of your eternal gratitude. You’d promised 6 months of undisputed lording it over you and a lifetime of freshly made cold brew.

Smile and nod, that’s all you expect, but apparently, that was too easy. Tim just had to make what was already an embarrassing situation, a million times worse. ‘Perfect grandson-in-law’, your ass.

[memorycycle]

maybe if i hold my phone really far away from my face ill be less affected by its powwers and minipulations

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 44

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*Mumbo's pov*

Mother Spore being silent is not new, that's one of her defining traits together with being uncanny and weirdly ominous constantly. Yet, there's is a difference between creepy silent and bored silent and despite this being probably one of the most important meetings you have been called to she definitely looks bored.

It's not like obvious or exaggerated or anything like that but it's definitely visible, the only reason Quackity doesn't have seemed to notice is because of the heated debate going on between him and Xonorth.

You don't exactly blame her either, you tio would also be bored to the point of sleep after so long of listening to Xonorth and Quackity discus matters that don't have any worth outside of petty grudges if you weren't panicking internally the whole time. But you can't be bored because you are panicking and for good reason and she clearly isn't.

That's the worrying part, these are all extremely powerful villains and most of them have no problems with killin and she doesn't even seem on edge, not even slightly.

Is she on something? Did Quackity spike her drink to leave you defenseless? He's done it before to others so it wouldn't be out of character for him. No, you look at her glass and she hasn't drunk anything yet, she has not touched it once.

Is she just so foolish to believe that she can just fight and defeat all of them should something go wrong? Defeat not only the villains here but also the rest of the people working for Quackity in this establishment?

Is she ...pretending? As a tactic to lower their guards? Or make them back off? Or something of that caliber? That could make sense you reckon, she has always been the impassive type so it wouldn't be too hard to believe this somewhat clear emotional reaction is some kind of well made fabrication to manipulate the others. You still don't get why she would do that to begin with though.

Is she just...truly strong enough to defeat them all? You haven't seen her ever use her powers to the fullest and... that's a worrying thought you do not wish to engage with. You haven't forgot the way the slime guy did not recognize where she came from and just seemed to blank on her.

...

You decide to stick with it being a minipulation tactic of some kind, for your own sanity and peace of mind.

She coughs, a fake and loud one, everyone turns to stare at her and she just smirks...you feel like your soul is about to leave your body. What is she thinking!?? You are going to die and It's going to be her fault.

She gets up and you whisper to her.

"Mother Spore!"

"..."

"What do you think you are doing???"

"..."

She turns to you, eyes glowing violet through her veil and the sinister smirk still on her face.

"I got bored"

Oh. Oh no no no. You don't like this, nope.

[bittersweetcreep]

Conception Part 1 Red Luna!Darling x Yandere! Damian

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Final

Summery: Damain was taking Luna out on a nice dinner date. She thought this date would be like their many other dates, but being drugged was a first.

WARNING: Being Drugged, Slight Minipulation, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Content, Intentionally Conceiving a Child

Author's Note: Things to know before reading. Luna and Damian are both young adults in this time period. Luna wasn't educated on sex or that sex is used for reproduction. Also, a reminder that Luna is a mute who communicates through sign language and morse code. I'll use °theses° when she's "speaking."

Standing in front of the mirror was a young woman with long (h/c) hair that reached past her tailbone, (e/c) eyes scanned over her outfit. She was wearing a black sparkling halter neck mini dress with an inner boob window and chains. Long black gloves covered her arms while thigh-high pantyhose adorned her legs, and to pull it all together, a pair of black sparkling open toe heels. Luna didn't bother to put on makeup (mostly because she doesn't know how to), and with one last look in the mirror, she walked out of her living quarters and up the elevator.

Opening the doors to the lab, she was greeted by Damian, who was wearing a black tuxedo leaning on a limousine. Walking into the raven-haired man's arms, she great him with a kiss, which he deepened as he placed a hand behind her head. When their lips parted, Luna lightly patted Damian chest to ask. °Have you waited long?°. Damian replied while eyeing the (h/c) like candy. "If waiting long means I get to see you dress like this, then I'll gladly wait for you as long as it takes." With one more peck, the ravenette opened the door for his lady to sit inside, then get in himself. Once inside the limousine, they finally took off.

After arriving at their destination, their chauffeur opened the door for them. Damian was the first to step out and offer his hand, which Luna took. They were met by a young man with brown eyes and curly hair with freckles wearing a server uniform. "Greetings, we've been expecting you. I'll be your host for this evening, now if you'll kindly follow me I'll show you two to your table." He escorted them to a private room where he took their orders.

After finishing their food and dessert, the two of them talked. Well, Damian talked Luna signed. The topic of discussion? Art supplies, specifically Luna's interest in trying out graphite sticks and pencils. °I'm just trying it out Damian, there's no need for you to buy me a whole graphite kit. You just got me that charcoal set.° All the ravenette did was give her that wolfish smile she loves with a hungry look in his eyes that always made her knees weak. He knew what he was doing and it was working. Luna could feel herself slowly starting submitting to his charm but she tried one last time to stand her ground.

°I'm really grateful for the gifts truly, but there's no need for you to buy me things that I can easily pay for myself.° she thought of all the times he would buy her art supplies, paying for all of their dates and declining her many offers of paying or even splitting the bill. He's even paying for all of her groceries and utilities, which he shouldn't be burdened with. °I have a stable income, and it's not your responsibility to take care of me.° "But you are my responsibility. It's my job to take care of you, on and off the battlefield." He reached over to take the (h/c)'s hand, giving it a light squeeze. "I love you, Luna. I want to take care of you. I want to spoil you every day, so please trust me to take care of you. Trust me to provide everything you need so you don't have to worry about anything."

Seeing his heartwarming smile made her heart flutter love. She truly loves this man. This man who lets her sit on his lap to draw while he silently watches, this man who taught her how to use a sword in combat, this man who has her back when going on missions together, this man who would bandage her wounds after fighting a criminal. He's the man she loves more than anything, and she knows Damian loves her, too.

The ravenette couldn't help the smile that crept on his face when he saw Luna's adorable lovestruck expression that she's unknowingly wearing. Luna lightly rubbed her thumb on Damian's hand as she finally submitted to his charms. °I'm no match for you.° The moment was ruined when their waiter came back carrying a tray that held a wine bottle and two wine glasses. This annoyed Damian, but he held his tongue. "I hope you two are enjoying your evening tonight, my i Interest you in pink moscato rose wine?" °I've never had wine before. From what I can tell, wine is usually bitter, no?° with a customer service smile, the waiter reassured her. "Yes, it is. But Pink Moscato is a deep, luscious wine known for its signature sweetness and fruity flavor. It typically tastes sweet and can taste similar to apple or grape juice. it can be served with the dessert course of a meal."

(E/c) eyes lit up when the word 'sweet' was mentioned, and as the waiter continues talking about the wine, Luna listened intently hanging on every word he said "Would you like some?" Nodding her head enthusiastically, the waiter placed both glasses on the table to open the bottle. He tilted it towards her glass, and a translucent gold liquid began to fill her cup.

°I hope this isn't too much to ask, but my I know the brand of the wine?° the waiter's eyebrows knit together, his smile a little strain. With a nervous chuckle, he showed the label of the bottle to her which read 'Sweet Bitch Moscato Rose'. Unfamiliar with the word she look towards Damian °What does bitch mean?°

Their poor waiter looked mortified while Damian brushed out in laughter. Once his laughter died down, he reassured the (h/c). "Nothing you need to worry about." He received the cutest confused puppy dog look ever. Deciding to drop it, Luna turned her focus to her glass of wine (their waiter made a break for it when attention wasn't on him). Picking it up, she took a tiny sip. A sweet and fruity flavor took over her taste buds just as the waiter said.

She continues to sip from her wine glass with a satisfied smile, really liking the taste of the wine. 'Sweet Bitch Moscato Rose huh? I should buy a bottle for myself sometime.' "Don't even think about it. I'm the one who's going to buy you a bottle." Luna's surprise was clear on her face as Damian told her with a cheeky smile."I know you too well to know the expression you're wearing. It's the same expression you make when eating sweets."

She blushed at the thought of him watching her eat without her knowledge. In an attempt to cover her flusterness, she chugged the rest of her wine. Setting her glass back on the table, she noticed a strange throbbing in between her legs, and her body instantly started heating up too. She felt tingly all over and clenched her chest where her heart would be. She could feel it pounding like crazy. A clear wet fluid dripped from between her legs, soaking her panties and inner thighs, as well as getting all over her seat.

Leaning down, she rested her head on her arm. Her mind was staring to fog up, and her mind is becoming scattered. Questions raced throughout the (h/c)'s head. 'What was happening to her body? Why is she getting wet? How is she getting wet? What was in that drink?'

It was a real treat seeing Luna's usual calm and composed demeanor turn into something erotic. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks were flushed, and she was shaking and panting heavily, too. Damian's lips curled upward into a feral smile, ready to devour her. He felt his own arousal, causing his pant to tighten around him.

With a weak hand, Luna grabbed her spoon and started to tap it on the table. °Damian, what kind of drug did you give me?° 'Clever girl.' Damian, though, with a smile. "You catch on quick, my dear Luna." Weakly, she sat up in an attempt to show no weakness in front of him. °what purpose is there for drugging me?°

Standing up from his chair, the ravenette made his way over to Luna. He picked her up bridal style as Damain replied with a simple "You'll see." Then carried her out to the limo. Their chauffeur opened the door for them, and when getting in, the male placed the (e/c) her on his lap.

Hearing the sound of the driver's door opening and closing, it was then followed by the sound of the limousine starting up. The next thing Luna knew they were taking off. Luna tried to look out of the driver's window in the hopes of searching for familiar surroundings, but her view was cut off by a black tinted window rolling up, blocking her view.

Damain grabbed her by the chin, turning her attention towards him. "Keep your eyes on me, dollface." Feeling his hand snake in between her legs he began to rub her clit through her panties. She gasped, she couldn't believe he's touching her there, but the way his touching her felt so damn good. 'Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop Damian!'

It didn't take long for Luna to become a maoning mess as her tongue hung out as she made lewd sounds or as best she could. Throughout all of this, she didn't take her eyes off of Damian. He loved it.

Damian couldn't stop himself from shoving his tongue in her mouth and began to explore it her as he slid his tongue around and then teased her tongue. Luna responded back by teasing his own tongue that led to their tongues twirling around one another. Luna gasped when he pinched her clit and gave it a little twist. The (h/c) was drowning in her own lust that she even forgot they were in a limousine and barely noticed it stopped.

Fighting through her foggy haze, Luna pulled away from Damian's lips. A string of saliva was the only thing connecting them. Catching her breath, she quickly composed herself as best as she could and began to sign. °I should get out. Thank you for tonig-° she yelped when he pinched her clit again interrupting her "Who said I was dropping you off at home?" He moved her so she was straddling him and Luna felt something hard pressing up against her cunt and for some reason feeling how large it is made her body produce more slick.

The door was open by their chauffeur, who stepped aside as Damian got out of the limousine, all while never letting go of Luna once. Turning her head to see they were at a nice luxury hotel, (e/c) eyes looked at the large glowing sign that read Royalty Love Hotel. Before she could even ask him what they were doing there, Damain carried her into the hotel, passing the front desk and straight into one of the rooms.

The room's walls were painted a crimson red with a black tile floor, and in the middle of the room was a large round bed with red sliding chiffon curtains. On the bed are red pillows and white bed covers covered in red rose pestle. The only source of light was the million of candles scattered around the room.

Using his foot, Damain kicked the door close and moved forward towards the bed. Gently sitting Luna on the bed, he gave her a passionate kiss. "I'm going to make love to you." She gave him this look of innocent confusion as she signed °Make love? What do you mean?° If Damian didn't know any better, he would have assumed she was teasing, but he knew she genuinely didn't know what sex was, but not for long.

"Love making or sex is an activity two people who love each other do to express their love for one another." Giving her another kiss, he continued. "You do love me, right Luna?" °Yes, you mean everything to me. And if you want to have sex we can. Anywhere anytime. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it to the best of my abilities.° giving a dark smile to the (h/c) Damain stood up straight and started to unbuckle his pants, once undone his cock sprang out to stand tall and proud.

Looking at him Damian was about 7 inches and is pretty girthy with a large cockhead, you can notice a few veins popping out as well as pre cum leaking from the tip. "Luna, this is my cock. We're gonna need it to have sex." With a curious look, Luna began to inspect the part of Damian she's never seen. She placed her hand on his thigh for support while she used the palm of her free hand to slowly slide up from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip letting her fingers glide across his shaft.

This action earned her a deep groan from Damian and the words "Fuuuck baby~, If you use your fingers like that, I mean just cum on ya~." Looking up at him then down to his cock Luna realized touching him there brings him pleasure. 'Cum... if I pleasure him he'll cum. Whatever cumming is he wants it.' Seeing his face filled with pleasure Luna now know what she needs to do 'I'm going to make him cum. But how?' Not knowing what to do or where to start, she looked up towards Damian with this lost and pitiful expression that screams help me. 'Poor thing' gently stroking her head, he gave her a soft smile. "Aww, my poor baby girl~. Here's a tip, use your hand to strock it." Taking off her gloves, Luna wrapped her hand around his shaft and did what he said.

Damain started to moan and groan, loving how soft her hand felt around his dick. "Yesss~, just like that baby. Keep going, keep going, up and down up and down, that's it. God damn your hand is soft.~" This reaction encouraged Luna to keep going. Filled with confidence, she continued to stroke him.

While stroking, Luna paid close attention to Damian. Listening to his moans and looking at the expressions he would make to find out what pleased him the most. The (h/c) notice the veins on his cock are quite sensitive and everytime she touched them Damian would spew out curses while his cock twitch with arousal.

Focusing on those sensitive veins, she continues to strock him, making sure to glide her hand across every vein. Feeling the pulsing of his veins and the twitching of his cock underneath her touch make her pussy wet with arousal and it seems she wasn't the only one. Her fingers were drenched in precum, and when she pulled her hand away, there were many strings of sticky precum connecting her fingers to Damian's cock.

Without thinking, she placed her lips on his dick giving it a kiss, then started to leave a trail of kisses starting from the base and trailing her way up to his tip. Then she trailed her tongue up his shaft by once again, starting from the base. Damian's eyes were rolled in the back of his head in pure bliss, his body consumed by pleasure. Without warning, Luna put his dick in her mouth deep-throating him in one fluent motion, stopping right at the base, which caused Damian to let out a long, drawn-out moan.

Without stopping for a second Luna started to suck his cock. While sucking him off Luna felt him getting harder inside her mouth. Precum filled her mouth. "Fuck Luna-! I'm gonna fucking-! Cum!" 'He's cumming!' Determine to make him cum she picked up the pace sucking him faster. Suddenly, Damian roughly grabbed the (h/c)'s head, pushing her to take all of him in while her mouth filled with what she assumed was his cum.

Not knowing what to do with his cum Luna swallowed it all. Pulling away from his cock she took a minute to catch her breath but that didn't last long as Damian pushed her on her back and spread her legs. "Your turn Luna~"

He pulled her panties off, but before Damian could get a good look at her clit Luna quickly covered herself with one hand while she quietly signed with the other one in a panicked frenzy. °What are you doing!?° Giving her a reassuring smile, Damian explains,"You made me cum it's only right if you cum too." °I can cum too?° leaning forward he gave Luna a reassuring kiss "Yes you can and when you cum you'll feel really good. So don't you worry, just lay back and I'll take care of you."

Relaxing her muscles, Luna lay down on her back, resting her head on one of the pillows. She moved her hand away, exposing herself to Damain. Spreading her legs apart he started by giving her pussy a little kiss earning a small gasp for Luna, spreading her lips he used his tongue to make slow, broad licks, widening his tongue as much as possible.

Luna couldn't stop her whimpering from escaping her lips, but how could she be quiet when she's feeling this hot tickling sensation coming from her cunt, it just feels so good. 'Did Damian feel like this when I was pleasing him?'

Moving up, he began sucking and licking her clitoris. Letting out a loud mewl, Luna thought, 'That's sensitive!' He continued to play with her bud. Damian then pushed his middle finger inside of her cunt , causing Luna to gasp loudly. It was a foreign feeling to have something inside of her, a foreign and pleasurable feeling.

The ravenette added a second finger inside of Luna, causing her to whimper. In an effort to loosen her up, he moved his fingers in a scissoring motion. Feeling her insides being spread apart made Luna shake like crazy. At first, he pumped his finger in a slow and gentle pace, but he picked up the pace when he felt her walls clinching around his fingers. Thrusting his fingers at a hard and rough pace, he noticed Luna began to shake while panting heavily. "Come on baby, cum for me."

With a long, drawn-out whine, Luna came. A milky white liquid oozing from her pussy dripping onto the bedsheets. Damian began to lap up her cum, once satisfied he began to take off the rest of his and Luna's clothes throwing them to the side. Lining his dick up with the (h/c)'s entrance, Luna signed, °Will it fit?° "Yes, but once I put it in, I'll give you a moment to settle. My cock isn't exactly the size of my fingers." Giving the ravenette a nod Luna mentality prepared herself but when she felt Damian's cock going inside of her her mental preparation was thrown out the window. 'So deep.'

Like he promised, Damian gave her a moment to settle. Although all he wanted to do was to start fucking her 'She's so fucking tight!' Wrapping her arms around his neck, Luna gave him a kiss. When she pulled away, she nodded her head, giving him the ok. Damian tried to hold himself back from fucking her like an animal by forcing himself to thrust slowly. Luna was grateful for the slow pace, but soon, she wanted something faster, something rougher. Placing her hand on Damian's back, she patted it in a coded pattern °Faster, harder.° Roughly grabbing her legs, he pushed them to her head, folding her into a mating press. Then he started to ram his cock inside of her, furiously thrusting downwards into her pussy. Damian loves the way how her pussy keeps clinches around his cock and how it sucks him in deeper inside of her fighting to keep him in when he pulls out for another thrust.

It wasn't long until Damian came inside of Luna filling her up with his cum. He thrusted a few more times, shoving his semen inside her cervix. When Damian pulled out, he moved both of them under the covers. Pulling the (h/c) into his arms, he gave her forehead a kiss. "Get some rest. I'll take you home in the morning." Before she closed her eyes, Luna signed one last thing. °I love you, Damian.° "I love you too, Luna."

After Luna fell asleep, Damian began rubbing her stomach, thinking of when and where they'll have sex next. 'Just until I know she's pregnant.. maybe.'

[jay-m3]

Situationship

*Warning: Minipulation, Toxic relationship, depression, stalking, power imbalance, abuse, dead dove, toxic, obsessive reader, delulu reader, I'll add tags that you guys think I should add.

Read at your own risk. Male reader! This is how I imagine Alastor gets a partner

Alastor

A bit of time with Rosie for some gossip did wonders for Alastor, especially since he's been gone awhile.

Can you imagine his curiosity of a sinner called (M/n) is quickly climbing up the social ladder? A new Overlord seems to be quite famous from what he has heard.

When he finally meets you in the Overlord meeting room, his eyes seems to stay on you.

The sinner who is dressed so... cheap. This is your first impression? He has to call you out on it of course.

The insults from him irrated you so much over the past few months that you decided to change your wardrobe. He wants style? Fine.

The next time you see each other, Alastor can't help but smile wide in victory. This he could get used to.

With that, the more he interacted with you, the more desire you felt for him. The familiar feelings of your human self is returning, that feeling of sweaty palms, heart thumping, and scenarios inside your head play wonderful interactions with him.

That glance he gave you? He was totally checking you out!

Oh! He's questioning about the extermination? You need to jump in and support your man!

Alastor has noticed the change immediately of your bored hollow self to this Vox like persona. No, worse than Vox.

Sure Vox has cameras around to keep an eye on him but you... you were basically crawling at his feet with a tail wagging behind you.

Like a mutt, eager to please even if he says something out of pocket towards you. It seems he can't get you off his back unless he kills you.

But that will be unproductive. You are an Overlord no matter if you were new to the scene. You must be powerful and he doesn't have history with you unlike Vox.

This is a chance for him he can't miss out on so he'll play along a little.

He'll give out compliments as rewards for you when you comply his orders like a treat to a puppy.

Slash at you when you step out of line, for example trying to hold his hand. You pout up at him, not getting up from the ground, wallowing in sorrow. You disappointed him.

Next time you're around him, you don't touch but stay close. Almost purring when he pats your head with a 'Good boy. You're a fast learner.'

That was it. That is what you wanted to hear. The snap inside your head connected that you're his as much as he's yours.

No matter how much you flinch when he initiate physical contact, your mind tricking you as excitement of affection from the man.

But sometimes, you return to that hollow person. The one that stares off to space. The one Alastor seems to get the most entertained from.

This switch is something he can't predict but its always fun to watch.

That glaze in your eyes as you talk to someone. Imitating aura oozing out as you seem to get more aggravated towards everyone around you.

The way you display your powers sends tingles down his spine, especially when he's the only one that can snap you out of that trance, looking up at him like some sort of god.

And you do. Which is the reason why you sold your soul to him.

But not so fast, you are an Overlord for a reason though. The contract was thoroughly read and rewritten which was unfortunate for Alastor.

It seems like this contract was more of a...relationship term. Alastor had a decision to make and if he didn't like it, nothing can stop him from leaving.

But.

'Alastor, the owner of the soul, can dictate expectations, boundaries, and responsibilities within the relationship. (M/n), the seller of said soul, must obey and follow the guidelines and maintaining it.'

What a waist of power if Alastor doesn't agree.

It's a good thing he does though.

Cause you'll be lost once again to that hollowness if he doesn't.

A blast of green and (f/c) crashes around them both. A thick silver chain around your neck connects to the other side of the chain which Alastor holds on to, the handle rusty heart shaped.

'Now let the fun begin'

[aetherbug-nemui]

silly Gonta AU because I love destroying my favorite characters

⚠️⚠️please have caution when going to this post!! Of course, a Danganronpa related thing has death and blood in it, but the actual design displayes sores and implied burning. Hence, warning if you don’t appreciate those things!!

(AND SPOILERS FOR NDRV3’s FOURTH ACT)

-Tsuki

Just this silly idea I had after talking with a friend at school. We both realized how Gonta was absolutely MISERABLE in his last moments. I mean, not only was he oblivious to killing Miu, but was FORCED to remember all of it ALONG with the truth of the outside world. He also has to find out that Kokichi, his only friend, minipulated him..? (I hated Kokichi for a while and almost cheered when I played through Act 5 hah——-) And, as a cherry on top, he was executed by the ONE thing he loves, bugs. so now, this is stupid, yes, but basically I imagined him haunting Kokichi not because he wants revenge, but because he’s like “how could you..? Why did you..?“

Guys, F in the chat for bug boi

[spidereye-village]

Funfact, we used to be anti/neutral to endo

But that was because 1, we didn't know we partially are one, and 2 we had never met them and only heard word of mouth from other anti/neutrals.

There were so few places we were in that were excepting that we never got to learn who or what endo's really were until we left those communities for unrelated reasons.

It's easy to say someone who is anti endo and actively talking about it is in the wrong. But it becomes worse when they try and influence vulnerable systems and vulnerable alters who don't know what else to believe. They make the fear of being fakeclaimed in a time where that kind of thing can severely damage you far more terrifying.

I am so proud to say that we managed to get away from the toxicity and find a home with the endos and the pros. You all have helped us heal so much just by being yourselves. And just by being so accepting of the drastic differences between systems.

So yeah. Misinformation sucks. Minipulating people/being manipulated sucks. Fuck antis.

-Oli 🧷

-Sonic

[yourfreindlynighborhoodspycrab]

I'm am convinced that if Bill had just been honest with Ford about the portal he would have gone through with it. Like yes he has a moral framework unlike Bill but 1: it's not exactly the most ridged one, and 2: fleeing the collapsing segment of the nightmare relam would work just fine in it. Ford is reckless, he is all intelligence but no wisdom, he wouldn't think twice if the portal led to a nightmare realm if he had a good reason. His number 1 skill is rationalizing. like from many of the segments from stanford in the BoB we get the picture that he was utterly devoted to his "muse" litterly if bill gave any explanation other then "me and my henchmanics are gonna have a party in your dimension" Ford likely would have gone along with it or at least calmed down an be just suspecious and not outright hostile to bill. for all his talk and reputation of being a master minipulator in and out of universe when ever it comes time to actully do some manipulating with words on someone who has an near enough equal ammount of information bill fumbles the ball.

[three-anons-one-blog]

i stopped trying to keep up with the events of the modern era, hello again : 3 - :) :(

I just got back from my mothers house can I not have a moment of peace?

[quicktosimp]

Pretty One

AN: Welcome to Day 5 of Survive the Night! We are over halfway there! Starting with a Part 2 of another fic I've done before, and has been requested for sequel, so here it is 🥰

Warnings: 18+, DubCon, Master/Salve, Mommy&Daddy Kink, Spanking, Sex Toys, Public, Objectifcation, Threesome, Minipulation, Slapping, Abuse

Part 1: Here

Two years, two fucking years, but we finally did it. So’lek and I had a tentative relationship in the beginning. We got along great and loved each other very much, but we were too dominant, causing anger between us. Then came in the Sarentu, and with them came sweet, naive Teylan. So’lek was cautious of the Sarentu, worried about the human influences that were forced apon them. But I managed to point out to him that’s what made Teylan perfect for us. He was so sweet and naive unable to understand and process everything that he went through, looking for a dominant to lead him. 

So we did. 

Heeding my words, So’lek watched Teylan for a little while before coming to the same conclusion as me. We made our plan and slipped into our roles easily. We were both to teach Teylan things about the outside world. I taught him the human things he’s used to, and So’lek taught him about Pandora, helping him learn his culture. We thought that we’d have to teach him to rely on us; much to our surprise, we didn’t have to. No matter how much Teylan learned, he always looked back to us, wanting our word and teachings to guide him. 

It was so easy, so sweet; Teylan not only let us teach him about the world but also his place amongst us. He knows his rules, how to obey his ‘Mommy and Daddy,’ and the punishments that follow breaking those rules. Especially his biggest rule: he never tells us no.

Teylan kneeled before us, his tail curling around his leg, as his eyes flickered between the two of us. He knew he fucked up.

So’lek and I had already previously discussed what we would do to him as a punishment; Teylan thinks that he can tell us no, so we’ll show him just how much no means from him.

I snapped my fingers; Teylan’s head whipped to look at me, his eyes wide and filled with tears that hadn’t been shed just yet; good.

“So I heard you disobeyed your Daddy today,” I stated emotionlessly.

Teylan’s ears flickered back as his voice hitched, “Please, Mommy, I’m sorry; I just wanted to hel-“

I cut him off, not wanting to hear his excuses “You thought? You don’t think, Baby, when your Daddy tells you to do something, you do it, no questions asked.” I walk around. Standing behind him, I grab the hat off his head, “You should be thankful; Daddy even gave you a second chance, more than I would give you, but no, he gave you a second chance to listen, and you still disobeyed your Daddy,” I shook my head, “I am so disappointed in you.”

Teylan gasped as his tears started to fall, “No, please, Mommy, I’m sorry, I can make it better,” He begged desperately.

“That is enough; you telling me no is what got you here, yet you dare say it again?” So’lek grumbled darkly. 

Teylan looked down at So’lek’s feet, not daring to look him in the eyes, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am. I wasn’t paying attention; I didn’t know it was you,” His tears fell freely to the floor, sniffling all the while.

So’lek hummed, “Your inability to pay attention should not be my problem; this is something that I taught you long ago; it seems you forgot your lesson as well.”

Teylan opened his mouth, probably to beg some more, but I cut him off, “It doesn’t matter what you say or how much you beg; we’ve already decided on your punishment,” I started to undo the straps on Teylan’s vest, he won't be needing for a while.

Teylan’s body started to shake from the sobs, but I didn’t stop. 

So’lek stepped forward, looming over Teylan, “Strip, now,” He ordered deeply.

After undoing the straps, I stepped back, waiting for Teylan to obey.

And he did, despite his sobbing; Teylan shakily undressed himself, folding his clothes neatly, before returning to his knees in front of us. I hummed as I stared at his naked body, eager for the rest of his punishment.

“Lay your hand on the floor behind you; I want full access to your slit,” I demanded as I walked over to my chest full of toys. 

Teylan obeyed, his central slit bare to us. It was tightly sealed; his body and mind were uninterested in our activities. I looked through the toys, grabbing what I needed before returning to Teylan. I locked the pretty little collar around his neck, a gentle pink reinforced with titanium to make sure it can’t be broken by a Na’vi.

“Relax your slit Teylan, or this will hurt,” I warn sternly; as much as I love his physical punishments, I can’t have him broken.

Teylan’s eyes widened in fear, “No, no, no, please, Mommy, not my slit.”

I ignore his begging as I place the tip of the small vibrator at his slit, “Last chance.”

I could see Teylan’s stomach flexing as he fought with his own body, but that’s one thing that we never taught him, a Na’vi cannot make their slit relax on command. 

I shake my head disappointedly, “And here I thought you’d have learned,” I push the vibrator into the center of his slit, the tight muscles fighting me along the way. 

Forcing the central slit open is harsh and painful; Teylan’s muscles tensed from the pain as I struggled to continue to slip it in.

“I see our toy cannot behave today,” So’lek muttered, standing beside me.

I huffed out a laugh as I tried to push more of the vibrator into Teylan’s slit, his body shaking from the sobs and whimpers from the pain, “It really can’t,” I huffed as I pushed harder, causing Teylan to yelp in pain, “I have to say this bitch, is fucking tight today.”

 “I believe I know how to help it in,” So’lek explained softly to me.

I looked into his eyes and knew exactly what he was planning; I matched his sadistic grin, eager for this idea, “I will take all the help I can get,” I ready my arm.

Before Teylan could think, So’lek backhanded him, snapping his head to the side. In response to the slap, his body weakened for a moment, letting me force the vibrator inside him before his slit sealed shut again.

Teylan screamed as he fell backward, now lying on the ground, his face aching as a deep burning sensation flooded through his slit. I stand tall, wrapping my arm around So’lek as I roll my eyes, “Back into position; we don’t have time for this shit,” I smile slightly as So’lek’s large arm wraps around me.

On trembling limbs, Teylan returns to his kneeling position, his face etched with pain and shame. 

“I-I’m s-sorry, M-Momm-y Da-daddy,” He could barely get the words out over his sobs.

I looked up at So’lek. We were both pleased that Teylan was truly apologetic, but we knew his punishment wasn’t over yet. 

“Ohhh, Baby,” I coo, holding his face gently, “We just got started.”

Teylan’s bright eyes dulled as they shined with fresh tears; I held his face steady as So’lek clipped the leash onto Teylan’s collar, pulling it gently. 

“Come,” So’lek ordered, walking towards the door, whether Teylan followed or not. 

I stood and intertwined my fingers with So’lek’s free hand, letting Teylan crawl behind us. We continued out of our room and into the hallway; I grabbed my oxygen mask and placed it on snuggly. That’s when Teylan started to panic.

“Please not outside, they can’t see me, please Daddy!” Teylan begged as I opened the airlock. He pulled back on the leash the best he could on his hands and knees. 

So’lek didn’t care as we continued out the door, forcing Teylan to crawl or be dragged along; the tugging on his neck made the choice for him. Unfortunately for So’lek and I, it seems everyone is out today, leaving the base empty. I pouted a little; it’s been so long since I’ve shown off Teylan. I was hoping for a show today.

So’lek squeezed my fingers gently as he smirked down at me, “Don’t worry, I made that vrrtep contraption you asked for; I can set it up later this week,” He reassured me, knowing what I was pouting over.

I smiled brightly, excited that he was able to finish making the pillory for me to use on Teylan, “Thank you, Love,” I couldn’t help but squeal from excitement, already planning on what I’ll do to Teylan that day.

We finally made our way to the middle of the base, to a nice empty spot, where So’lek sat on the ground, “Over my lap,” He demanded. 

Teylan hesitantly crawled over So’lek’s lap; the pain from the vibrator dulled to an unpleasant ache, but the hesitation came from what he knows is coming next.

“You know the rules, 20 spanks; if you cum once, then your punishment will be extended,” So’lek reminded firmly, rubbing and squeezing Teylan’s ass in preparation. 

Teylan sniffled loudly, “Yes, Daddy.”

Smiling, I grab the remote from my pocket, turning the vibrator on. Teylan squealed as he started to fuck the air, trying to get closer and away from the offending object; the pleasure was already too much on his sensitive insides, let alone when it bumped into his cock.

Teylan looked at me, his eyes screaming, “Mommy, please, I can’t! I can’t! I’m sorry, Mommy!” His voice was shrill, yet all his begging did was turn So’lek and I on even more.

I don’t even verbally respond; I simply turn the vibrator up, chuckling softly. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” He screamed as the vibrations worked inside him.

Smack!

So’lek landed the first hit on Teylan’s ass, holding nothing back. Teylan yelped, but honestly, I don’t think he felt it much over the vibrator. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Four hits were done rapidly, not giving Teylan a moment of reprieve, yet he still stayed in place the best he could, humping the air. He whined with each hit but was still unaffected.

Smack! Smack! Smack! 

“Daddy!” Teylan moaned, still more focused on the vibrations.

So’lek shook his head, “Seems Baby likes the punishment a little too well.”

I giggled a little, “Guess you’ll just have to be a bit stronger then,” I turned up the vibrator again.

It was like I had shocked him; Teylan flopped over, laying against So’lek as he grinds his slit into So’lek’s legs, his slit leaking everywhere.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each hit became progressively harder, Teylan’s ass covered in dark purple spots.

“Daddy! Daddy! Please!” He begged, not knowing what he was begging for. At this point, I doubt Teylan even remembers that this is a punishment.

So’lek now aims lower for Teylan’s thighs and sit spots.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Teylan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body trembled. So’lek put his hand down, knowing that Teylan had failed.

I laughed gleefully as I turned the vibrator off, shocking Teylan out of his high. He looked up at me fearfully, realizing what he had done.

“Look at me, Baby,” I coo, crouching in front of him, “Did you just cum?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” Teylan began sobbing, his body still shaking from his orgasm.

I lean up and run my hand over So’lek’s face, my way of kissing him while my mask is on, “Seems we have to punish our toy a bit more; it’s gotten too naughty,” I explain softly, my eyes filled with love for So’lek.

So’lek matches my expression, just as eager as I am.

Because no matter what happens, no matter who sees, everyone knows that Teylan is ours, no matter what, even if Teylan himself begins to hate it. 

Banner by: @cafekitsune

Taglist: @tallulah477, @eywaite, @hotdsworld, @xylianasblog

[kissinginthechapel]

sobbed last night cause he made me feel so bad about myself. he says that i'm perfect but apparently "everyone" else thinks im disgusting. so that really fucking hurt. welll one of my friends' ex boyfriend is in the same friend group as him and apparently all of their friends have mentioned (to my friend's ex) that i've changed a lot since highschool and i look good. so is he purposly trying to minipulate me into being more insecure? or are these things people said a while ago? idk. i feel so icky. ive changed so fucking much since highschool just to feel like im some embarrassing little secret

[gilverrwrites]

Hii! It's Sugar Daddy (Arkham) Oz anon again! I promise that after this one I will leave you alone 😭 It's nothing overcomplicated, just reader looking for aftercare and Oz realising in that moment that she genuenly loves him. Something nice and sweet (well, as sweet as it gets with Arkham Oz lol). Reader's personality is the same from my previous request! You can skip the NSFW part if you want since I'm more interested on want comes afterwards, though if you wanna write anything about it I won't mind at all! Thank you again! <3

What You Want

Arkham!Penguin/Reader No Oz anon, please don't leave! Gotta have someone to thirst over Sugar Daddy Ozzie with!

1K Words CWs: No smut, but mentions of sex, Sugar Daddy/Baby dynamic exhibitionism, minipulative reader, mild angst. Petnames: Kitten, F!Reader 18+ MINORS DNI

He might be getting on in years, might be wearing an extra few pounds, but nobody could accuse him of not being able to keep up with the youngins’. He’d put you through the wringer, that was for sure.

A self-satisfied smile spreads across his face as he looks at you now, half his age at most, strewn out across the bed, still panting, and shaking, swollen and bruised in the places he’d stretched and squeezed at, bending you in ways you didn’t know could be bent. You stare back at him through lids you can barely keep open. Eyes that drive him crazy. Eyes that would make him hard all over again if he still had it in him.

He’s about to crack wise, say something about ‘you askin’ for more? Don’t think you’ve got it in ya girl’ when there’s a knock on the door. Neither of you reach for the comforter, you know too well how Oz likes to show you off, especially when he’s made a mess of you.

A moment later Candy pokes her head through the door, she does well to keep a straight face, despite her wondering eyes. She’d been in your place not too long ago, but she didn’t have your spunk. Didn’t know when to push and pull, when to bat her lashes at just the right time to wrap him around her finger. There wasn’t a soul in this city who could make an honest man out of him, but so far, you’d come closest.

“Phone call for ya boss. Says it’s important.” She declares, casually tossing the phone to him when he gestures for it and making her exit. It was one of the boys, muttering on about a planned shipment coming in, and a Robin being spotted in the area. He’d be fuming, irate that not one of the people he paid knew how to do their damn job, if your bloody eyes weren’t on him, now fully awake, all big and admiring. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you want him for more than just his money.

“Alright, alright, bunch of morons. Keep your knickers straight, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

At that you pout, pushing your bottom lip out. “Awh, why the sour face, kitten?”

“I just thought you’d stay longer.” You continue to skulk, batting those long lashes as you crawl closer to him.

“Go have a bath or somethin’, I’ll be back later.” He informs you, shuffling off the bed and heading for his clothes before you can start peppering him with those sweet, ever-so-tempting kisses that are sure to keep him where he is, basking into the limelight of your affections like some love-sick schoolboy. “Go hang out with the girls, I’ll give ya some cash to get food with.”

“I don’t want to hang out with the girls.” You speak so eloquently, yet so belligerently, kneeling up on the bed, showing off all the good. “And I don’t want food, I don’t want any of that. I want you, Oswald. I want you to stay here with me.”

Oswald? You never called him Oswald. It was Oz to your friends, Mr Penguin to his boys, Ozzie when you wanted something, and Daddy when you got it, but never Oswald. Oswald was reserved for the serious stuff. You hadn’t called him Oswald since the night you’d called him sobbing down the phone about a nightmare you’d had. Why you’d called him for comfort was a mystery, but he’d done his best to soothe your crying, talking with you until you’d fallen asleep with the line still open.

“Why?” He can’t help the confused tone that slips out. He’s done the bit he spoils you for putting up with, you should be relieved he’s giving you an early out. Instead, the moment his fingers touch your cheek to try and calm you, you lock your fingers around his wrist. Gently, trying to pull him closer, ghosting his skin with paper-soft kisses until your face sits comfortably in the palm of his hand.

“Because that was a lot, Ozzie, and it always feels better when you stick around after… Because I love you.”

The words hang in the air, thick as cigar smoke. They weren’t unheard of between the two of you, but he’d never taken it seriously before, you’d just said it to sweeten the pot.

“Please Ozzie, I’ll love you forever.” “Thank you, Daddy, mwah, love you!”

But something about the way you said it, the way you’re looking at him has him thinking differently. You’ve already bared everything for him, but there’s something off about your demeanour, something vulnerable, something that has him believing it this time.

“I…” He sucks his teeth, thinks about his next words carefully. He wants to placate you, please you, love you, but he can’t come off as weak. Theres a distinct difference between loving someone for the things they can do for you, and simply loving someone. “I can probably stay a bit longer, the boys all be alright. How about we take that bath together, aye? Would that keep ya happy?”

You’re disappointed. You try to hide it, but he sees it faster than you can mask it. The pull of your lips, the droop of your lids before it’s replaced with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“That would be great, Daddy.” Your hand thread through his body hair, twisting and curling it between your fingers. Your mouth is soft and inviting, as you plant gentle kisses to his upper body, conveying your gratitude. “You’re the best.”

He’s just starting to melt under the near-intoxicating touch when it’s gone again. You’re holding his hand, leading him to the ensuite. He watches you closely, wondering how much longer you’ll love him without the returns you’re hoping for. How many shoes, bags, and shiny trinkets he’ll have to invest in to prolong your affections, or if, per usual, you’ll find a way to get what you want.

[itz-pandora]

Who helps Sonic out of the Super form when the sparkles or whatever go dark? Knuckles? Does he someone minipulate the emeralds out of him? Amy? Does she bash him with the hammer until they're poofed out? Or did Tails's make something for when that happens?

Super forms are insanely powerful, you can't even touch a user while in it because it's dangerous (unless you have specific safety wear)

Calming down Sonic when he's on the verge of going crazy would probably entail a lot of reassurance and trying to ground him so he doesn't slip into insanity. Getting close is difficult enough bc HE CAN FLY and he's usually in dangerous situations.

I haven't found specific circumstances that would get him to the edge, or who would get him out of it, because it could depend on the cast.