Alesche's happy place

You don't deserve it, but you definitely don't deserve to give them any of your energy. Remember it is your account and your story. Your safe space. Your house. Those people don't deserve to be there and you don't have to let them. There is a delete button for a reason and you don't have to put up with it.

Yugioh CapsuleMonsters

DarkMagician

SilentSwordsman

SilentMagician

(It’s a parody of ‘Easy’! 👯‍♂️🎶)

I'm not a writer so I myself would never create this fic, but I have like an 8 page google doc outlining a fanfic about Yugi actually being the reincarnation of someone named Heba in ancient Egypt. The very basic general premise of the fic (wrapped in a nice bow aka more thoughtful language) is the following:

After the events of Dark Side of Dimensions, Yugi begins to develop divine “light” powers linked to the Egyptian god Ra. These abilities draw the attention of Apophis, the god of Chaos and Darkness, who disguises himself as a charming Egyptology student named Khalfani to manipulate Yugi and seize his power.

As Yugi’s magic awakens, so do the long-buried memories of his past life as Heba, a boy created by Ra as Atem’s destined partner and counterpart. Heba was meant to help Atem fulfill his divine destiny, but Apophis’s interference twisted their fates, leading to tragedy that now threatens to repeat itself.

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He slid his hand beneath his robe while standing before the bed. His body felt burning hot, trembling slightly, and his cock was already rock-hard. His fingers wrapped around it tightly, and a throaty moan escaped him.

“Damn,” he muttered, a grin in his voice as he began to stroke himself. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. In his fantasy, it was Yugi sitting on his lap, riding him raw and begging Atem never to stop fucking him until the morning turned grey. Atem moaned with pleasure, and his hand moved faster.

Atem moaned softly as his right hand slid once more along his hard, heavy shaft — slow, firm, savoring it. He was big. Too big. And that was exactly what he loved. His flesh jutted proudly from his body, throbbing under the heat of his touch. A low, dangerous chuckle slipped from him as he brought the fingertips of his left hand to his balls, lifting and weighing them as if testing himself — how much could they take tonight?

“Damn… they’re full,” he murmured in a rough voice. Lust pumped hot through his veins. A thick bead of precum welled from his tip, gleaming in the dusk before slowly trailing down the vein along his length.