#Big anon ask

[snail-day]

hi snail!!!

i wanted to ask how would saturu and suguru react if the reader had horrible fear of pregnacy? especially the first one?

i mean... freaking out when she founds out, crying and pleading not to make her give a birth... and during the birth giving how would they feel to see her in such pain? wouldn't it make them feel bad to hear her screams, to hear how she calls to her mom or something like that??

or the second pregnacy😭 literally even worse when you know what you are gonna go through... how would they comfort her (or more like try to lol)

Hi cutie!!

I’m assuming this is for "This is Love, Right?", but it can just be taken as general headcanons.

Oops didn't mean to ramble this much.

TW: Forced Pregnancy, Manipulation, Lack of Voice, Yandere Behaviors, Excessive Coddling

First Pregnancy:

When Reader finds out she’s pregnant and is clearly overwhelmed with fear—crying, pleading not to go through with it—both Satoru and Suguru are initially caught off guard. They expected a little bit of complaining but not a full-on meltdown. So, they shift into overly coddling behaviors. <3 Fun, right?

Satoru would be all about physical comfort, perhaps even teasing. He’d pull you into his arms, holding you tightly, stroking your hair while offering teasing reassurances. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You think the strongest is going to let anything happen to you, hm?” He’d definitely try to downplay your panic/fear with lines like, “Come on, it’s not that bad! You’ll look so cute waddling around!”

While he may be teasing, he’s also reminding you that this will happen regardless of whether you want it to or not. If you start crying harder, he’d get a bit more affectionate—holding you closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and whispering things like, “Aww, don’t be a crybaby. You know I only like seeing that in bed. You’ll see—it’s not as scary as you think. Suguru and I will be there the whole time.”

Suguru, on the other hand, takes a more nurturing, manipulative approach. If the maids so much as whisper horror stories about pregnancy, he’s giving them the side-eye and, if you start hyper-fixating on it, they might disappear entirely (and he’d just tell Satoru they intended to harm you).

He’d be so, so doting—sickeningly sweet. Sitting beside you, cupping your face as he wipes away those big tears, whispering the softest words: “I know you’re scared, love. But this is a good thing—a beautiful thing. It’s what families are meant to do.” He’d speak in such a low, soothing tone, lulling you into his arms where you can bundle up beside him—right where you belong.

However, he’d gently guilt you, murmuring, “You don’t trust us to take care of you? We wouldn’t be the strongest if we couldn’t protect you. Don’t you know we’ll make sure everything is okay?” He’s reinforcing the idea that your safety and wellbeing are entirely reliant on him and Satoru. It’s all for your family, after all.

During the Pregnancy:

Satoru is more playful, teasing you constantly about your appearance or struggles. He’d laugh at you when you can’t reach your shoes and say things like, “Do you even need them? It’s not like you can leave the estate anyway.” He’d make silly comments like, “You’re glowing! Okay, maybe you’re just sweaty, but it’s cute on you,” or “You waddle too slow, baby. Guess I’ll have to carry you everywhere.”

He’s doing everything he can to distract you from your fear, though it often comes across as dismissive.

Suguru, however, is incredibly doting. He’s by your side at all times—even if it’s 2 a.m. and you need to pee, he’s carrying you. He insists on feeding you with a spoon and dismisses your cravings with comments like, “My love, that’s not good for you or the baby.” If you get upset, he finds your frustration adorable and pulls you into his lap, forcing you to eat the nutritious meal he prepared. He loves giving you massages and baths, taking daily walks with you while holding your hand tightly, whispering things like, “You’re so strong,” and “You don’t need to worry about anything—I’ll take care of it all.”

During Labor:

Satoru is torn between wanting to stay in the room and running away because seeing you in pain is not ideal for him. He desperately wishes he could take it all away but doesn’t know how. He’d hold your hand and tease in a panicked way, saying things like, “Don’t piss yourself, babe. It’s embarrassing!” He’s oddly sweet about it though, whispering, “I know it hurts, but I wouldn’t have ended up with someone who wasn’t strong.” He’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince you.

Suguru is composed—if you’ve been on your best behavior during the pregnancy. No escaping or self-harm? Then he ensures your labor is as painless as possible, probably opting for a C-section. But if you’ve been trouble? You’re giving birth the traditional way, how the elders want, and without an epidural. Best behave, okay? He holds your hand, presses sweet kisses to your forehead, and murmurs soothingly, “Breathe, my love. You’re doing so well. Just a little longer.” He does feel guilt seeing you in pain, though—it makes him think he really needs to tone down his breeding kink.

Second Pregnancy:

They’re a little more prepared for the second one until you’re in labor for 33 hours.

During the pregnancy, they tone down your worries, though they’re just as coddling as the first time.

During labor, however, Satoru is stressed. He’s ready to hollow purple Tokyo if a doctor doesn’t help you immediately. Suguru is micromanaging the nurses and refusing to leave your side. This is the time to bite, claw, or do whatever you want—they won’t stop you.

They will feel incredibly guilty afterward, becoming super overbearing. You won’t lift a finger for weeks, maybe even months.

For Fun: Reader is like dying...

Satoru panics openly, fear palpable. Seeing you pale, feverish, and struggling to stay conscious shatters his composure. He’s gripping your hand so tightly it hurts, tears streaming as he begs, “You’re not allowed to leave me. You hear me? You’re the one person who can’t leave me!”

Suguru remains eerily calm, but it’s suffocating. He pets your hair, presses soft kisses to your forehead, and murmurs, “You’re not leaving us. You don’t get to leave us.” But the tension in his voice betrays his fear. If you were to die, his calm facade would shatter entirely—he’d do anything to bring you back.

[tk-sketches]

ENCOUNTER: A statue with a magical mirror, she would show you your most likely future - however after fracturing, the mirror fragments now show many possibilities. This left her in an irritable mood, so she likes to show people the bad ones.

[technically-human]

Payneland² 

[theliving-radio]

The reader turning into a child due to a potion has planted an idea into my brain and I feel like I have to share.

Reader getting hit with a potion that turns them into a baby dragon (like how baby Mal looked during chapter 7) :>

Omg BABY DRAGON SIBLING!!!

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It would make more sense if it was ADeuce and Grim causing the problem again, Professor Crewel felt like it would make tons of sense if it was! What didn’t make sense was the fact that the cause of it was Sebek, Epel, and Jack.

Crewel was currently looking down at where the Prefect was once standing. Now, sitting in their place was a lizard the size of a purse dog. The creature looked up at him with their big glossy eyes, then tilted their head to the side.

Epel, Jack, and Sebek just stood nearby, unsure what to say. Yeah, they might have made the wrong potion… yeah they might have accidentally spilled it on the Prefect… and yeah, they don’t know how to fix it…

Professor Crewel doesn’t say anything and just walks away, getting ready to make an antidote.

“… so does that mean we have to watch them now?” Epel finally spoke up as he looked down at the little lizard… wait were those wings?

Jack crouches down and picks up the transformed Prefect. “I don’t think we have much of a choice… did they turn into a dragon?”

“Humph! Are you trying to compare this useless creature to what Waka-sama represents?! Malleus is ten times better than what the Prefect is now!”

At Sebek’s words, you turn your head towards him… and blow out green flames towards the half-fae.

Jack holds you away from him.

Epel lets out a startled scream.

And Sebek is now currently trying to put out the fire that is on his uniform jacket.

Meanwhile you were just staring at the chaotic mess you created, blinking at Sebek as he was patting down at the green fire. Epel pointed his mage pen at Sebek and doused him in water.

Now stood a wet, and irritated Sebek.

“YOU- HOW DARE-!” Sebek was filled with so much anger he couldn’t even properly finish his sentence.

Jack walked over to one of the desks and placed your tiny lizard body there. You stare up at the Wolf Beast-men and start letting out small clicking sounds, as if trying to say something.

You start to stand on your hind legs and try to lean more forward, wanting to be held again. Unfortunately Jack didn’t get the memo, and you started screeching.

All three of the first-years cover their ears at the sound of your high pitch cry.

“Ah! What do we do?! What does the Prefect want!”

“YOU THINK I SHOULD KNOW?!” Sebek snapped at Epel, making them both argue as Jack tried to cover his large ears the best he could.

The loud yelling and screeching stopped as the classroom door swung open. There, stood Malleus Draconia in all his glory, heaving and panting as he ran all the way here.

"Where? Where are they?" Malleus huffs out as he scans around the room.

Another screech was let out from your tiny body, and Malleus quickly turns his gaze and locks onto you. His breath gets caught in his throat as he's suddenly hit with a sense of déjà vu.

"W-waka-sama!? What are you doing here?!"

Malleus ignores Sebek as he makes his way over to you. Once you notice his presence, you began clicking at him. Through all your clicking, all Malleus could hear is:

"Mal Mal! Mal Mal!"

This was his Baby Sibling!

Without a second thought, Malleus scoops you up and holds your tiny dragon body close to his own. You began to purr, causing the dragon fae to smile.

"Um... Malleus-senpai?" Epel spoke up, hoping to get the fae's attention, but he was ignored.

Malleus makes his own clicking sounds, clearly communicating with the dragon version of his baby sibling. You let out a loud yawn, followed by a small squeak. Malleus had to hold himself together before he crumbled into dust from how cute you were.

The first years all held their breath as Malleus turned to them. This was it, wasn't it? They were gonna die due to their stupid mistake.

"Sebek... I need you to stall Professor Crewel from making the antidote."

Huh?

"Just as Spade and Trappola made their own mistake, I did not punish them. Just how I won't punish you three. Your mistake turned into a blessing. Now! I must find Lilia, hopefully he still has the baby carrier out."

Malleus gracefully walks past the first years and out of the classroom, happily holding onto his Baby Sibling who he continues to purr and make clicking sounds towards.

Sebek, Jack, and Epel just stood there in pure shock at what just occurred.

"Did that just happen? Did he just steal away the Prefect?" Epel broke the silence again, trying to make sense of what he just saw.

Sebek snaps out of his daze and quickly walks out of the classroom.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jack blinks as the half-fae rushes by him.

"Waka-sama needs me to stall the Professor!"

Epel and Jack just watch as the croc sprints out to go find the professor.

Well, the rest of the day was gonna be eventful.

[myfinalattempt2]

And I mean everywhere 😈😈

[allimili]

I love ur Shmilk art so much,,, especially big wife Shmilk,, I yearn for more,,,

[devotion-disorder]

Can I ask who has teh biggest chest among all your ocs. I want to sleep on them and test how soft they are.

this is honestly kind of a hard question because im so indecisive and also inconsistent LOL......but probably its mishka....

[bunnis-monsters]

Hiii! Love your work!

If it's okay, I would like to send in an ask for your snow leopard hybrid. He is absolutely my favorite! This is so random but I was thinking of him with an autistic reader who is like constantly playing with his tail and ears. It's just the perfect stim toy because it's all warm and soft. I was thinking like she presses it to her cheeks or chest different parts of her body and bro can't help but get horny from it.

I know it's random and it's cool if you don't wanna do it, this has just been floating around in my mind for a while.

Have a good day/night/evening! :)))

He’s always been pretty patient with you, and tolerates pretty much everything.

You had a bit of an overstimulating day, so now all you want to do is cuddle with your lover.

His ears are soft and fluffy, fun to pet and tug on. With the right amount of scratching, he’ll begin to purr for you.

In all honesty his purring is soothing as well, so you play with his tail as he begins grooming your head. He swishes his tail a bit, smiling down at you fondly when you giggle and reach for it again.

Sometimes you’ll just bury your face into his fluff, too emotionally drained and overstimulated to talk or be playful. When that happens, he’s quiet, and will rub your back or play with your hair if you allow it.

Other, you rub a bit too much. Some days he’s more sensitive than others, and with all the petting and touching, he’ll get hard instantly.

Don’t worry, jerking him off feels nice too, and you like watching him cum all over your hands. He’s very affectionate with you after he’s had a nice orgasm, even more so than usual.

[mesetacadre]

what's wrong with the concept of technofeudalism?, honest question 😅

It's based on disregarding capitalism as an antiquated term to refer to the current economic structure of society, it's no longer capitalist (for varoufakis meaning when there is a market with more or less free competition between different agents) but technofeudal (high levels of monopolization of markets and logistics like feudal lords (?) but it's modern instead of medieval, so technofeudal). Jeff Bezos (it's Amazon's board, actually) controls large amounts of global shipping which means Bezos is like a feudal lord but with technology instead of tilled fields, and with employees instead of peasants. It's an extremely liberal point of view, it's positing capitalism as a system based on the free market, and the logical conclusion of this outlook is a "restoration" of "free market capitalism". The defining trait of capitalism is the private ownership of the means of production and the exploitation of labor-power carried out by a class lacking in that private property, only upheld by the salary they're paid, a fraction of the value they create. This has not changed regardless of the amount of capitalists that make up the capitalist class.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

I miss baby Tails, is he safe? Is he alright?

worry not, he’s alright

[tojisun]

the way you wrote simon “my cock is too big it won’t fit” riley was jaw dropping, eye-rolling, and heavenly!!!

I’m imagining Simon who finally puts it in and is even more desperate than reader (cue male whimpering audio)

awww thank u so much!! i had such intense need that i bonked my head n went, “yup. this is the horny thought for the day” <333

oh but he was always soooooo desperate, even more so than the reader!! especially before they finally fucked!!!

thinking about the way he fucks his fist every night after your date ends :((

while you were at your home, stuffing your hole with your fingers (and toys, really—your eyes having devoured the chub underneath simon’s pants every time you two would sit close together, snuggled as you watched a movie, before rushing home and putting in on an order for toys because god do you need one. or four…), simon was locked in his room, messily fisting his cock.

there is too much lube, and it is staining his boxers and his pants because he was too horny to even strip properly. he bites down his moans, hesitant to let them out even when he is alone at his safe house, his eyes pressed close as he imagines the way he'll take you: on your knees while he pinches your nipples, flicking the buds with the blunt ends of his nails, or on your back with your legs folded to your chest because there is no way in hell that simon's not going to breed you.

it's that thought that always makes him cum, rumbled groans pouring out like rippling water.

“jesus,” he murmurs as he stares at his cum-stained palm, mind running at the way you clenched-and-unclenched your legs during dinner—something, he notes, was happening more often. “this is torture.”

(simon has always known how you look good in your own desperation, ragged in the way you stare up at him with furrowed eyes and lips jutted into a pout, but there was something different then. it was charged. primal. and simon realized how the ache must have peaked for you.

good, simon thought. i need you just as much.)

he slid two fingers in your twitching hole, relishing in your stuttered moans at the ease of their plunge. the wet squelch made his cock jump, thumping against his thigh, but he wasn’t done.

it wasn’t enough.

(simon has had countless partners before you, just like you had others before him.

you told him of the dissatisfaction, how cocks only ever breached your walls for the pleasure of the body it was attached to and never for your own. you told him of your elation that bubbled into sputtering disappointment because they never knew how to coax an orgasm from you with just their cock. you told him of the accidental orgasms, those that they cannot recreate because it wasn’t intended. sure, you told him of their wonderful fingers or mouths, of their robust laps you were grinding on during those days when sex is more foreplay than the penetration, but it wasn’t what you ached for.

you told him all of this, in return, simon told you the others who could never really fit him. the others who tried but they were never really interested in the preparation. the others who could only take half of his length, hissing when an inch slides in even when it shouldn’t.

“impatient,” simon murmured when you asked why his ex-partners couldn’t fit him.

“and they don’t have that…” he trailed off, tongue heavy in his mouth.

“they don’t have what?” you prodded, blinking at him all so darlingly, your blood buzzed with alcohol.

“they don’t have that masochistic streak,” simon replied, voice gentle. testing.

your only reaction was a quiet gasp, heavy eyes widening a fraction as the words settled in. he watched as you began fidgeting, throat bobbing at your dry swallow.

that was all simon needed to know you are made for him—soul and body.)

the moment your greedy hole managed to gobble all of his four fingers was when simon knew you were ready. he flicked his eyes away from your dripping slit and watched as you laid on the bed twitching, your eyes red from your tears, your skin dotted with sweat.

you looked like a beautiful, hot mess and simon was ready to engulf you whole.

simon slots himself between your legs, fist warm around his flushed cock. your glazed eyes focus on him, watching with open-mouthed gasps, and simon coos, unable to stop himself.

“ready f’r me, pup?” he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your sensitive sex.

it makes you keen, hips squirming, mussing up the already soiled sheets. simon chuckles, heat filling his cheeks, and taps it once, twice, three more times before finally lining the leaking head of his cock against your twitching hole.

the slow press in makes you two moan, bodies locking at the explosion of ecstasy that fills up your senses. overwhelming pleasure quickly razes through him, overtaking his sanity as the wet squeeze of your walls grips him deliciously.

he buckles, muscles liquifying, and the dizzying euphoria makes him stumble. he slips, his cock sliding in deeper, breaching further—

simon whimpers, unable to stop himself as unadulterated bliss grips him. he couldn’t help it: he sinks all of himself in you, your walls not even protesting as they swallowed him in, hungry in the way you are all filled up by him.

“si-!” he hears your delirious squeal, the rumble of your voice scratching into a ragged echo, and simon—

simon gurgles a response.

his mind has been zapped by the peaking high, rendering him unable to string coherent thoughts as all of his synapses sing nothing but the enveloping pleasure, running him on overdrive.

simon feels like he is being devoured. like he is stripped into nothing but his sensitive spots.

“t-too good,” he mewls. “pup, s’too good–”

[shepscapades]

69. BIG SHOT — Jhariah

I need to know if someone out there's listening How come they don't ever call back to me? Will I ever know you're close or die waiting for your attention? Big shot, think you're a big shot I think you're raveled up in a tangle of did-nots You're always just a bit shy, following behind I think you've spent enough time singing the same lines

UGHHH I'm gonna start biting and tearing fhfjsbfjendfh Every single Jhariah song on Android 24's playlist (on any of the dbhc playlists, honestly) just devastates me /pos. Jhariah's music is so raw and powerful and desperate; there's truly nothing else like it, and it's so so perfect for 24. I'm so excited to draw to more Jhariah in the future >:3 but for now, take my absolute insanity about 24 and how he views himself and Xisuma :-) <in pain

[sangthael]

home alone style

[theliving-radio]

I for real want a continuation of dragon baby sibling accident 😭😭 it’s so cute 💖💖💖 like how would Lilia react to seeing a baby dragon again and seeing Malleus just gush 100x more over the baby dragon prefect!! It’s just all so cute 🥹

A continuation from this: Baby Sibling turning into a Baby Dragon

“Lilia, hand me back my Baby Sibling!”

“No! Look how cute they are! And they are so docile too! You were a menace, even while still in your egg!”

Lilia was currently hanging upside down on the ceiling in the Diasomnia Dorm. Thankfully he was holding your baby dragon form up right.

“Father, I think it’s best to hand Malleus the Prefect.” Silver mentioned as he stared up at his adopted father, who was happily swaying you side to side while walking on the ceiling.

“Oh he’ll get them back in just a bit- Oh my Sevens! One of their scales are off colored on the back of their hind leg! Just like yours when you were a hatchling!”

“HAND THEM OVER!”

Other Diasomnia students who were in the lounge were able to watch their Dorm Leader huffing and puffing as he demanded to see the transformed Prefect.

At this point of time, they were all used to Malleus’s behavior towards his Baby Sibling. One of the strongest mages in Twisted Wonderland being a total loser for their adopted Baby Sibling?

Yeah, that’s their dorm leader.

You look at Lilia upside down face, he smiles at you when slowly blink at him and let out a happy chirp.

The bat fae lets out a high pitch squeal.

You’re so freaking cute!

“LILIA! I DEMAND TO HOLD MY BABY SIBLING!!”

“Watch your tone boy! I’m not giving them to you if you keep acting like a brat!”

Malleus huffs and begins to pout as he watches Lilia coo and play with you. You let out a small squeak and that’s when Malleus finally decided he had enough. Using magic, he lifted himself off the ground and floated up to the ceiling,

Lilia glances over at the younger fae and squints his eyes. “Really now, you’ve come to take them from me? Can’t this old fae just appreciate the newborn peacefully.”

“You’ve had their full attention for far too long-,”

“It’s been 15 minutes!”

“I will be taking my Baby Sibling back.”

Malleus reaches out to take you from Lilia, but before doing so, you squirm in the bat fae’s hand…

And jump out from his grasp, away from Malleus.

The whole dorm screams and scrambles to catch you before you’re able to hit the floor.

Your chubby, dragon body feels itself falling, and a small voice in your brain was screaming “WEEEEEEEE”.

Just then you began to start flapping your wings, decreasing the speed of your fall and go into more of a glide.

Students were running and shoving one another to try and reach you in hopes to catch you so you wouldn’t hit the dorms cold, stone floor. But you had a destination in mind:

The silver haired knight.

Silver wasn’t running around or shoving others to catch you, instead he stood perfectly still and raised his arms out, perfectly catching you.

You let out happy chirps and squeaks. “Again! Again!”

“No! Not again!” Malleus was able to understand you and floats back down to where Silver was cradling you in his arms.

Both students stare at each other, waiting for one to make the first move. Silver looked down at your tiny figure, and he couldn’t help but boop your nose. You try snapping your teeth at him which only caused him to chuckle.

“Silver…” Malleus was beginning to become impatient.

“Yeah I know. I’m not like my father.” Silver lifts you with both hands and passes you over to Malleus.

The Dragon Fae went back to smiling as he cradled you against his chest. “Hello my Baby Sibling.”

You stare up at the fae prince and let out a squeak.

Malleus had the urge to bang his head against the wall, you were so cute!

A small sneeze left your tiny mouth, the sound so small not many would hear it. The whole Diasomnia dorm was in awe on how adorable you were.

Lilia descends from the ceiling and looks around. “By the way, where is Sebek?”

“I sent him to stall Professor Crewel from making an antidote to turn the prefect back to normal.”

There was a long pause after that, and Lilia lets out a wheeze before bending over to laugh. Silver only shook his head in disapproval.

The poor half-fae was surely going to get in trouble with his professors…

[the-phantom-peach]

I saw ur Tp fanart and it made me wonder

Idk man teenage Colin gettin a big hug from his big bro Adult Tp link

can i tell you about the hard reset my brain did when i first read your ask some time ago and how the exact same thing happened when i read it again to respond to it (i mean this positively i love these two so very much you don’t understand).

So here it is. I’m normal and didn’t spend an hour on this yeah

[devotion-disorder]

Idk what it is but noel actually frightens me 😭😭😭😭 like i feel like killian is your scariest yandere but Noel is the one who scares me and none of the others💔💔