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rottenomelet · 7 months

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yandere jjk thoughts

warning:: nsfw! i’m eighteen and you should be too! hints of kidnapping, non-con, and coercion. nothing is ever really explicitly stated but - still.

a/n: there’s no real rhyme or reason behind this - winter is just my favorite time to snuggle up and read about crazy ppl. also i wrote this in lowercase originally so u see a spot i missed, no u didnt. u can leave requests for different characters if u wanna

Gojo Satoru

In no world could I ever imagine Gojo Satoru treating you like a real human being.

He is the strongest. There is no one who could destroy him. He can see all. And the issue isn’t just that he’s the best, it’s that he’s been told that since the day he opened his bright eyes. He has a big ego and it’s justified because there is no one better than him.

And sure he’ll indulge you. He'll laugh at your jokes and console you when you cry. But in the back of his mind, in every kiss to your forehead, in every smile, there will always be a domineering aspect. Because he knows that you are insignificant in the grand scheme of the world. you are only important because he deemed you worth something.

You’re not quite a toy or a pet to him. You’re more like - an indoor plant to him. Something that needs nurturing from his caring hands, watering and sunlight granted to you by him. You adapt and grow according to his needs and his conditions. But at the same time, you are to be cherished. never handled too roughly, case you begin to wilt. You don’t have to do much but sit and be nurtured and be pretty while he gives you whatever he deems necessary for your survival.

It fascinates him, really, how simple your little life is. How much you don’t know and never will know because as a flower, all you need to understand is that water and sunlight and love are given to you before you’ll even realize that you need it.

But you still have a job to be pretty and sometimes that’s sitting on the bed, still, as he observes you or bouncing on his cock. It just depends on the day.

Geto Suguru

Suguru is a calm man, a quiet man. He makes decisions based on logic. He is not exactly one for emotional outbursts, and even at his angriest, he rarely raises his voice.

But you.

A little non-sorcerer that can’t even see curses somehow made him look twice. Little unimportant you constantly runs through his mind. What you’re doing, what you’ve eaten, what places you’ve gone to. Who you’ve talked to, who your friends are. Your hobbies, your interests. Your lips and your eyes and that special something between your legs.

Just thinking about you, even innocently, makes him harden. It’s uncomfortable, it’s infuriating, it’s maddening.

He thought, surely someone in your family was a sorcerer, a powerful one at that. But no, your family is normal. You are, genetically, as average as they come.

He doesn’t treat you softly at first, doesn’t have a mind to. You’re a filthy little nothing, after all. When he fucks, he fucks without care. Suguru treats you like a doll, not made of porcelain but made of cloth, one he can throw around and still be in decent condition. He keeps a hand pressed to your mouth, to keep your voice down. A blindfold around your eyes so he doesn’t have to look into them. Your hands are bound behind your back so you don't touch him even by accident. Flat on your stomach, unable to see or feel or say anything is how you find yourself every time. He doesn’t even come inside of you, the only thing you’re grateful for.

It’s scary, how roughly he treats you. But it’s downright terrifying when he begins to lay softer hands upon you, begins to kiss instead of bite, caress instead of pinch.

Nanami Kento

He is a very traditional and stern man.

You are, silly, to him. stumbling and bumping and in general, unsure of yourself and what to do. But he sees potential. Even when you’ve tripped over thin air or broken something by accident, there’s a certain grace to your movements. A grace he wants to harvest and invest in.

And while he wants to give you direction, he also doesn’t have the patience or time to teach you like he wants. So, it’s best to ‘learn on the job’ when it comes to Kento.

Learn how to cook his favorite meals and bake the sweets he loves just right. When he’s okay with speaking and when he needs quiet. Remembering to kiss him goodbye every morning and remove his coat for him every night.

Learn how to suck his cock right - which vein is most sensitive, when to suckle and gag and slurp, what noises to make, and remember to always always swallow. He hates messes after all.

Learn his favorite positions. The lingerie sets he like best. How loudly he wants you to be. Accept his cum in your tummy with a smile.

It’s not hard - please him and you will be rewarded. Rewarded with pleasure, with time outside, with gentle hands.

And if you stumble or forget, he will easily remind you of your job.

Mahito

You’re his personal entertainment. You’re an experiment.

Mahito is incredibly laid-back, even lazy to an extent. He lets you roam and explore and fall. He doesn’t care what you do as long as you stay within the four walls he’s placed you in.

It's hard to understand him. For a curse, he’s always laughing, finding almost child-like joy in the most odd things. Whether that’s watching an animal documentary or wondering if a human’s neck can extend like the turtles on TV.

One thing you do know is that he likes games and he likes playing with you. The only problem is you don’t when the game starts and ends, the rules or even if you’re playing right. Oftentimes, you find yourself playing a game that you don’t know the rules of and Mahito has named himself the gamekeeper.

He usually starts by asking a question. Something simple like “What time did you wake up?” or “What did you eat today?”. You find out the hard way that no matter what you say, you’re always wrong.

Say you woke up at ten? Then you’ll find yourself pressing into the mattress, drooling on your pillow as he drills you, punishing you for waking so late in the day. You had a slice of cake earlier? Then don’t be surprised when you’re in the kitchen licking icing off his cock as punishment for an unhealthy lunch.

Itadori Yuuji

He's the jock that gave you a chance. That made you feel special and pretty and popular.

He's sweet. He gives you his hoodie when you’re cold. He drives you home after school. Buys you lunch when you can’t afford it. Takes you on nice dates.

He wants you sitting front row at all his games, wearing his varsity jacket so everyone knows you’re his girl. He twirls you and kisses you in front of the whole school when he wins, the whole thing right of a cheesy rom-com.

But, surely, you didn’t think he was doing all that for free? No, he wants compensation. He deserves a reward for treating you so sweetly. It's only fair.

It doesn’t matter if you’re ‘not ready’. No, no, you’re just nervous, sweetheart. But he’ll be gentle with you so calm down. Yeah, calm down when he slides a hand up your skirt on a date to the movies. Be quiet when he asks you for head in the janitor’s closet between classes. And don’t make a fuss when he slips his cock inside of you, raw, even though you begged him to use a condom.

‘Rubbers hurt,’ he says. ‘It feels better raw’,’ he pleads. ‘Don’t worry - I'll pull out.,’ he promises.

And you better be understanding when he comes inside of you. Afterall, he’ll buy you a plan b.

Choso

Whatever you do, do not stress this man.

He’s going through enough as is. The last thing he needs from you is any attitude or ungratefulness. Even an upset face will have you with your knees pushed beside your head and Choso making you scream, all while watching you with that same tired expression.

Choso is the oldest of ten siblings. He is used to dealing with bratty behavior. He handles your tantrums with grace - once you’ve finished throwing things and screaming, he’ll only ask if you're finished. And then he will be upon you.

But, beyond punishment, he is caring and quiet. He prefers it when you speak, likes it when you prattle on about your day or your favorite show. He likes it when you’re happy.

#yandere #yandere jjk #tw yandere #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto #yandere mahito #yandere nanami kento #yandere nanami #yandere itadori yuuji #yandere itadori #yandere choso #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #rottenomelet

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cultofdixon · 2 months

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Secrets kept for another’s safety, until you lose it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Some Saviors just can’t let go and go for what’s important to Daryl Dixon. But little did he know about more than losing his partner. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks / Blood loss

Requested by: Anon

Just because the Saviors War is over, doesn’t mean it’s completely dealt with. People have their vendettas and everyone will forever be scarred by the actions of Negan, apart of the Saviors or not.

When Negan was taken to prison instead of hell, the group decided that it would be best to have shifts of their people to watch The Sanctuary until they’ve fixed everything. Or until they put someone in there for a more permanent position.

After a month in and it was Daryl and Y/N’s turn to watch the place. Both having their own imprisonment to the place because of Negan. So they weren’t all too happy to be back. But the night gave them time to themselves.

Which led them on the roof this night…

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Daryl asks, putting the joint back to his lips watching Y/N finish putting up the last of their clothes on the clothesline. “You haven’t talked in a bit”

“Am I really that talkative?” She laughs softly, tossing the extra pins in the empty laundry basket. “I’m just enjoying the night with my husband. What else more could I ask for?”

“Could go dark on yea and say for Negan to be dead”

“Well you’re not the only one wanting that” Y/N sat on the stool while Daryl laid on a mattress they had brought up there. Neither of them want to live inside the walls anymore. “Can we just think toward the future?”

“We can” Daryl pushed himself to sit up, offering the joint to her as she shook her head. He stared a bit confused before shrugging it off. “Again, sunshine…what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

Y/N fell silent once more before looking out toward the woods trying to find a good start to what she wants to talk about.

“You remember when you first held Judith?”

“Lil’ Ass kicker, yeah?”

“Do you remember what you told me afterward? When you handed her off to Hershel?”

The confused look on his face gave her answer.

“You said I don’t think I’d be cut out for this if I were Rick.”

“Why are yea bringing that up now? Are you—-“

“No!…No…” Y/N visibly slumped. “It’s just. The threat is gone. We have a home that is ours. Walls to protect us from the dead…we could. Do it. Have a child. Have that future…”

Give Daryl some credit when he has thought about this before. Having a child with his wife…all of their love put into a single human being. But all the anxieties that came with that thought flooded his mind.

“I don’t wanna lose you like Rick lost Lori” For something that happened years ago, it still haunted him. Especially with the scares they’ve had before a true moment of peace came.

“Daryl…that…that was going to happen to Lori regardless…she had a c-section with Carl, any baby after that was bound to come out the same way. This would be a first for me. We could prevent the possibility of needing a c-section”

“But there’s still a chance. I…” Daryl stopped himself to avoid her eyes and hang his head not ever wanting to think about that possibility. But then again…what was he going to do? “I just can’t” he whispers which led Y/N to bring herself to his level and coax his gaze back onto her. “I can’t lose you…I…I’ve lost enough and everything about how I’d be a terrible father aside I won’t be able to raise our child alone if I lost you…I will always need you”

As much as it broke Y/N’s heart to know his feelings and to have to push aside hers because the last thing she would want is to lose or hurt her husband…the tears fell from her eyes as she presses her forehead against his.

“Okay. Okay…You won’t lose me. Ever. I’m here…just me” Y/N brought her arms around his shoulders bringing her face into the crook of his neck as Daryl wrapped his arms tightly around her holding her close.

The things you do for love will always be something…that will always be changing

About four months later…

Y/N finally emerges from the basement living she and Daryl live in under the Grimes’s residence. She gave a smile to Michonne who said “good morning” in her arrival watching her friend join her and Judith at the kitchen island.

“Think you can handle breakfast?”

“Yes, I think I finally got over that ill spell” Y/N took a seat at one of the barstools smiling to Judith beside her before drawing her attention to the quick footsteps making their descend down the stairs.

“Hey! You’re up here, how yea feeling? Yknow Daryl—-“

“Has been having you ask every day since I came back from the Sanctuary not feeling well. I’m doing okay. Better than before”

“Great to hear that, I’ll tell Daryl in person when I make my rounds to the other communities” Rick smiles approaching Judith who was happy to see her dad. “First thing, take this little one to the teacher to watch her while we’re all out”

Michonne gave Y/N a confused look as she tiredly turned to her lifting her head from her hand.

“I’m gonna work in the pantry. So I don’t feel entirely useless”

“You’re allowed to take it easy” Michonne was stern with her words which brought the confusion out of Rick’s expression while he picked up Judith heading toward the door.

“I think I’ll be fine” Y/N shot a stern look at her friend as Michonne instantly waited for the front door to close, ultimately for Rick to leave. “The baby will be fine”

“Y/N, when are you going to tell Daryl so this doesn’t have been a secret between you and I? You’ve mentioned about a conversation you had with him that doesn’t quite add up to the fact that you didn’t——“

“He doesn’t want to have a baby.” Y/N frowns forming fists as she had the habit of digging her nails into her flesh to avoid the crying. “He doesn’t want to have a baby with him and I promised I wouldn’t. But I still got knocked up. Now he’s going to lose me or I’m going to lose him” the tears came anyway as the frustration was obvious in the discomfort in her face which led Michonne to maneuver around the island to bring herself beside her friend letting her rest her head on her shoulder as her arms caged her. “All I wanted was a family with the man that I love but the factors of being good enough or dying unexpectedly just floods that man’s mind and hell I can’t blame him for any of it. But now I’m plagued with it while I carry his child”

The two didn’t hear the click of the door finally closing. All that mattered was Michonne comforting her friend until it was time for the day to get started.

“I’ll be helping Gabriel rebuild his chapel with a few Saviors we have taken in for rehabilitation to show they can do something good. We are thinking of making it also the leading to the farm” Michonne stated as she walked Y/N to the pantry. “So I will be around if you need me. I’ll also keep an eye on the saviors. I know what some of them have been saying but we haven’t come across one angry with Rick or Daryl or literally any one of us”

“Are you really trying to say you’re watching out for my safety when I’m gonna be confined to a chair and a notepad for the most part”

“Yes, yes I am. Plus…the infirmary is right next door and I know Siddiq is doing his inventory and preparing shipment of medical supplies we’ve found on the runs we had recently.”

“Michonne”

“Yes?”

“You’re rambling” Y/N laughs opening the door to let herself in. “I’ll holler if I need anything” she says halfway inside when Michonne quickly reminded her about the no heavy lifting which got a scoff out of the woman.

About an hour or two has passed and Y/N groans out of boredom while sitting on the stool in the pantry. She stared out the window watching people walk passed or the few groups carrying wood and metal around for the walls and new buildings. Inventory was done, restock of what they have was done, and she was about to get started on the shipment for the Kingdom when she heard the door open.

“Michonne I really don’t need you watching—-“ Y/N stopped speaking when she watched the unfamiliar man step in quietly, assessing the environment. “Uhm. Can I help you with anything?”

“I was told by that scary priest that we hold the extra building supplies in here on occasion when the shed ain’t organized” He stepped around the pantry looking for himself before looking at Y/N as she couldn’t shake this familiar feeling. “You’ve got nails? Maybe a better hammer than this shit?” The hammer she didn’t notice before only confused her on where he pulled it out from. But asides from that, Y/N got off the chair and went to grab such for him.

“How’s the construction going?”

“It’s going. That Rick guy has us doing a lot just has his woman bossing us around” He scoffs looking at the jarred goods they have while Y/N knelt down to carefully go through a box for a smaller box of nails. “How can you even do what Rick asks y’all to do?”

“Have you even met Rick? He does the right thing, most of the time” Keeping Negan alive was the wrong one.

As Y/N rose to her feet with the box of nails she watched the man pull off the Polaroids that were stuck to the window. Just for a better look but it made her uneasy thinking he was going to get rid of them.

“Family?” He questions lifting up the ones with Glenn and Maggie, watching Y/N nod as he fixated on one with her and Daryl before putting them back. “Find’em?”

“Yeah, here” She handed off the box hearing him thank her before stepping out. But before she could even straighten out the pictures and take a seat, Y/N didn’t hear the door close entirely.

It didn’t take long for what to happen, happen.

The second she rounded the corner…Y/N flinched slightly being up close to the man without a name. She looked down to find a few nails shoved deep into her side. The shock made the pain not come right away and she was still experiencing it while he drove them to the point he couldn’t.

“You are just as dumb as you were back when you were his wife.” He glares into the deep pits of her soul as Y/N lifted her head from watching the blood spill from her side. Her mind racing to one thing. “Rick shoulda killed him. Your bitch dog of a man shoulda killed him. Maybe even the sword lady. Anybody. Then you all would’ve been seen as stronger instead of weak ass beings.”

“I-…I—-“ Y/N felt the tears spill and he grabbed her face to make her force eye contact.

“Let me take you away from everybody and I’ll watch them suffer” then the man quickly removed his hand when he heard voices outside. He pushed her aside but the blood loss led it to be a bit more dramatic as she fell to her knees.

As he made his escape through the back, Y/N slumped against the wall hesitant to touch her side. But they weren’t in prime condition, they could have some traces of rust and she can’t afford an infection if she wants any chance of that surviving.

A few were hard to pull out and one was embedded deep that Y/N contemplated letting it stay in but she was already this far.

Baby.

…

Daryl… Y/N sobbed as she used her knife to cut into her to pull out the last nail that was embedded deep. She had to stop the bleeding so she could go get help and knew she had towels in the other room out of the foyer. But the blood loss was too much that when her weak body crawled about halfway there, it gave out.

“Daryl”

“I know this shithole sucks but yea said you’d be here earlier” Daryl clearly was in a mood while working on his bike, and with Rick only crossing his arms with an annoyed expression after his words. He knew he shouldn’t have expressed all of that. “Sorry. I’m frustrated.”

“Did something happen?”

“No…” Daryl frowns fiddling with a tool in hand. “Y/N hasn’t radio’d me today. Michonne was gonna give hers to my girl so I can check up on her but nothin’”

“I’m sure there’s a good reason for that. Plus I’ve got uh…an update of my own regarding your wife” Now he had to be careful. He did hear everything in the kitchen that morning but Rick isn’t the best at de-escalating the situation.

But it felt like fate for him to be interrupted by his radio in that exact moment.

“Rick—-Are you with Daryl?”

“Gabriel? Yes, why?”

“Michonne—-Hilltop” his end was cutting out and the urgency only stressed the retired sheriff and huntsman. “Bleeding—-Stopped—-Other reasons—-Y/N”

“Gabriel. Who’s injured?!” Rick shouts annoyed as the silence grew for a moment.

“Y/N was found bleeding—-Attacked—-Go to Hilltop”

“Load up. Forget the bike” Rick stated even though the second Daryl heard it was confirmed to be Y/N, he went right into the driver’s seat of Rick’s truck. Rick quickly got in the passengers and didn’t wait another minute to tell Daryl.

The accident happened a few hours ago before Gabriel radio’d Rick. He only comm’d him as per request from Michonne to update him and to get Daryl on their current actions of getting Y/N to the Hilltop. For their ultrasound machine. The one from the Sanctuary got moved to the Kingdom to be repaired by a retired technician.

Y/N sat up in bed in the medical trailer not liking the feeling of the IV in her arm and the antibiotics Siddiq had her on. Made the sick feeling return and the nausea meds never worked on her.

“Daryl is on his way” Michonne frowns sitting in the chair beside her as Maggie sat at the edge of the bed with her hand rested on her calf. Both being protective of her in her current state.

“I didn’t get a name of the guy…”

“Hun we don’t have to do that now” Maggie assured her. “Aaron and Rosita are looking for the guy back home with the description you gave before they moved you here. We don’t have to talk about it at all and focus on you staying alive and healthy”

The tears returned as Y/N pulled her hand away so she could hide her face in them. As she sobbed she didn’t hear the sound outside of 1. The car stopping in front of the trailer. 2. Daryl shouting at a few people. And 3. The sound of a Hilltop resident screaming after Daryl shoved them out of his way to get inside the trailer. The second the door opened and his worry expelled from him, Michonne and Maggie got up from their spots moving so he could get close to his wife.

Michonne motioned for Maggie to leave with her as she instantly went to Rick to talk about the guy that attacked Y/N.

Daryl instantly wrapped his arms around her feeling her grab fists full of his vest, making him want to squeeze her but he instantly pulled away when she winced. He started to check her person himself even if Siddiq does a great job with his assessment after dealing with the main problem. He even checked her bandages watching the discomfort grow on her face along with a few tears still falling.

“Are you okay? What did that bastard do to yea? Is the peanut okay?”

“What?”

“Is the baby okay?” Daryl’s voice cracked when asking that question as it only made Y/N cry even more giving him mixed signals.

Someone told him she thought and as much as that brought relief, it brought a lot of regret and pain that she didn’t tell him herself.

As she pulls from his touch, Daryl watches her reach for the table beside the bed grabbing a piece of paper before returning and giving it to him. He carefully took it into his hands looking at the picture of the peanut that was very much still there. He exhales relieved, feeling his own tears spill and the softness of her hands gently wipe them away.

“I’m sorry—-“

“No.” Daryl cut her off setting the photo in her lap so he could take her hands into his. “I…I shouldn’t have said what I said months ago…I didn’t want to push you away ever if this were to happen. Cuz let’s be honest with ourselves, we fuck like bunnies. It was bound to happen” he broke out in a smile listening to Y/N laugh to his words. He planted a kiss on her cheek as she kept that smile of hers. “We…we can die to anythin’ and that shouldn’t stop us from living.”

“Daryl…”

“Let’s go home, sunshine. Let me protect the both of yea”

Daryl helped Y/N get in the car before approaching the small group that was fixated on the woman.

“There’s a lead”

“You know I’m not gonna hesitate to kill that guy” Daryl stated and instead of receiving the usual Rick talk about no need to go far he was genuinely confused. “What”

“I’m going to help you get the son of a bitch. He does want to take us out because of Negan”

“You’re willing to be bait?”

“If Rick gets hurt, your ass is next” Michonne threats with a smile before joining Y/N in the car giving them a bit more time to discuss then joining their partners.

The day progresses into the night and Daryl found the right moment to slip away from his spot beside his wife so he could leave the house to take care of business.

As the man climbs over the wall after hiding out until night, he stumbled on his landing and when he straightened up he was face to face with Rick.

“Seriously. Just let me go”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen”

“Like you of all people will pull the trigger” He scoffs, making the mistake of reaching for his weapon because that led to a bolt piercing him in the side of the skull.

Rick watches the body fall limp to the floor before turning to Daryl emerging from the shadows.

“There’s gonna be more like him” Rick stated. “We won’t kill them all”

“Anybody, and I fucking mean anybody…who comes near my pregnant wife the way that guy did? Will meet the same fate”

And on that note, he returned back to his spot beside Y/N who instantly rolled over to face him and bring herself close.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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pinejayy · 11 months

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Muzan, Douma and Gyokko having a human girlfriend

I’m simply writing these because I’m simping so hard for these Demon men so these are mostly for my dirty minded head uwu

Kinda went the extra mile for daddy Gyokko mm

SFW and NSFW Headcanons!!

Muzan Kibutsuji

SFW

Muzan is a harsh Demon and even towards you. Despite being his lover he’ll still treat you like hot garbage. But as time passes by he will warm up to you. But don’t expect him to be the kindest.

You should be lucky to even be looking at his direction, with him being the Demon King and you just being a weak human girl. And be grateful that he hasn’t killed you yet. Just don’t anger him, it won’t end pretty for you.

Deep down Muzan cares for you but he doesn’t know how to show it, but if you were to help him with these new emotions he’ll appreciate it.

BUT OH BOY MUZAN IS A SUGAR DADDY, AND YOU KNOW IT! You want something he already has it for you. You want money, here’s a bag sweetheart go spoil yourself. He’ll shower you with expensive gifts, but lacks in emotional love.

Always has an eye on you, he’ll protect you. He knows how fragile Humans are and if someone dare lays an eye on you they better hope he’s in a good mood and if not he’ll kill them in cold blood and he doesn’t care if they are an upper moon. He can always replace them.

NSFW

Muzan loves pinning you against his bed, he loves watching you struggle. He’s definitely into predator and prey play. He’s always top! So don’t bother asking him if you could be on top.

He loves to tie you up, and he loves tracing a long nail against you soft skin, he’ll even apply some pressure to draw blood out. AND HE LOVES BLOOD PLAY!! HE ESPECIALLY GETS EXCITED ON YOUR PERIOD.

Sometimes he’ll be cool enough to where you can give him a blow job while he’s working. Just like imagine you under the desk and you’re going down town on his dick.

His favorite sex position is missionary, he feels like he has total power against you. He loves the way you make faces when he hits a certain spot. But he just likes it when he’s in charge.

He’s rough, and you’re gonna be screaming his name. Every Demon is going to hear you moan his name out.

Douma

SFW

Douma is a huge selfish asshole, he loves getting under your skin. But this demon ‘Loves’ you. And by love you I mean you’re just a plaything for him. A pet....and a master always needs his pet.

He is a huge sucker whenever you praise him, so you better get on your knees and tell him on how great he is, how handsome he is. Douma is also gonna use you as a foot rest.

He loves making sure that you know that you’re just a pet for him. Nothing more...But you’re his favorite so you have that going for you. Yes it’s gonna hurt you but his attention makes you go crazy.

Since you’re his favorite pet he’s gonna make sure you’re always dressed so well. He is Upper Moon 2 so you have to look pretty for him.

This sick bastard loves playing with your feelings, like he loves reminding you that you mean nothing to him, that you’re useless, you’re nothing but a pet. And that you’re bound to him until you die.

NSFW

Like I said, this bastard sees you as pet and only as a pet. So you better get on your knees and suck him off. And praise him while you’re at it. He’ll just laugh and shove his cock deeper down your throat.

He loves hearing you beg, like you’re in the mood. He’ll make you beg and simple please won’t do you well. You have to get on your knees and cry to him, Cry on how bad you want him.

Douma loves the way you taste, the way his tongue moves against your clit and all the sensitive areas. And you better let him have a tasty treat when it’s that time of the month.

He loves whenever you ride him, the way your chest bounces up. It will drive him crazy!! He also loves marking you, that includes biting, scratchs and bruises.

He’s very selfish so don’t get upset when he thinks about his pleasure first rather than yours. Oof.

Gyokko

SFW

Oh boy! Gyokko is probably the one who’s gonna treat you better. I mean you are his and his only!! YOU’RE LIKE AN ART PIECE TO HIM! The way you smile and laugh he just loves it! You’re his favorite kind of Art.

He adores you, he doesn’t know how he landed on such a beautiful girl as your self. And he’s so grateful for you, I mean he knows he isn’t the best looking but with you he feels special.

Please praise him!! I’m begging you!! It will make him feel special!

My sweet boy loves gifting you his pots! And he always gives you the best ones!! The best ones for his best beautiful girlfriend!

He’ll make you carry him if he’s in his pot, but this handsome demon loves late night walks with you.

But if he’s in his final form *daddy*he’ll treat you like a toy. A delicate toy.

Whenever he comes back to you and he’s badly injured you’ll gladly give him some of your blood!

If anyone looks at you and or even tries to flirt with you he’ll shove their body into a pot. No one is deserving enough to lay eyes on your beauty!!

Despite being Upper Moon 5 he’ll hurt the other Upper Moons if they try to flirt with! And with that being said he doesn’t like Douma! That sneaky bastard is always trying to flirt with you.

NSFW

Our boy is gonna put your pleasure first!! He loves making you moan and squirm around. And the way you moan out his name it drives him crazy!!

Two he has two mouths that means twice the kisses! Twice the dirty talk! And twice the tongue of you know what I mean. Wink wink~

He loves praising your body, he loves kissing every single part of your body. He loves telling you how beautiful you are. He loves dragging his fingers against your soft and delicate skin. He loves the way you smell it, so intoxicated for him.

Imagine two tongues pleasing you orally! He’s a god at it! He’s gonna have you shaking, your knees shaking.

As for him, he loves pleasing you with his final form. He loves wrapping his body against your naked body. He could squeeze you, but he won’t.

With your permission he would like to cover you in blood (obviously not your blood) but he’ll like to cover you in someone’s blood. Imagine your naked body covered in blood and he just licks it off.

This artist would love to paint you. Like you better pose for him naked and he’ll paint you onto a pot. And of course no one is gonna see the pot. That’s his special pot and that’s only for his eyes.

Gyokko is gonna please you to the end, you’re his special little art piece. He deeply loves you.

#demon slayer #muzan smut #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #douma x reader #Douma smut #gyokko #Gyokko smut #Douma #gyokko x reader #kny #Headcanons

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messydiabolical · 8 months

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i’d once read a Mass Effect take that has been stewing in my melon ever since, about Wrex and him demanding a cure for the genophage during the war in 3. (I think it was on twitter but I can’t remember for sure. Just the idea of it stuck with me.) The general sentiment was that this was a dick move on his part, that there were “bigger problems” and this wasn’t the time and it was cruel and manipulative of him to put Shepard in that position. He should have helped out first and Shepard would have helped him back once the war was over. A lot of people chimed in agreeing, saying how they stopped liking Wrex after that. It bothered me for a bunch of reasons I didn’t feel I could adequately articulate, but i’m gonna try now. Prepare for my meandering thought style! The governing bodies of the Mass Effect Galaxy have repeatedly proven that they believe themselves superior to other species and know what’s best for everyone. They don’t let all species have a say in the council, always look out for their own species’ interests in so much as it pertains to keeping things as they are, and will happily go along with literal genocide to aid this. They approve of secret police and biological warfare espionage tactics. They weaponise bureaucracy to hide their cruelty behind ‘oh red tape has us bound, sorry uwu’. I’m going to try to remain pertinent to the Wrex subject but as one great example of these governing bodies ways of dealing with percieved outsiders: The first contact war is a great example of how ludicrous and fascist things are.. ‘It’s ilegal to use this thing so we’re going to kill you for it’ without so much as a heads up. How were humans supposed to know that, exactly? The governing bodies of this place do not care about anyone outside their own self interests. Fall out of line and they will work to end you. Until you prove you might be useful or of interest to them in some way (or a threat). And then of course we later learn the asari were breaking these laws themselves, hoarding this tech to stay superior. Classic. Anyway, back to Wrex. Wrex knows this. Wrex has seen how the krogan are regarded and treated, the dangerous monolith species, outsiders who can never be let in, never forgiven, never given a chance to grow or change. For a long arse time. “But the krogan were getting out of control and also committing genocide, the genophage was a last ditch resort to stop a galactic war” … And it’s been hundreds of years since then. That 'last ditch resort' wasn’t used as a stop gap, a reset to even out the playing field so that new negotiations and relations could be developed. It was used to end the krogan, and has been actively maintained to continue that, ever since. Do you really, truly believe that if Wrex petitioned the council/ world leaders to negotiate reversing the genophage, they’d even let him have an audience with them? And if they did, do you really think these people, with their history and all the shit they pull, would listen and be reasonable? I can already hear the responses, that weaponised bureaucracy (“you raise an interesting point Mr Wrex but unfortunately we are recovering from a war don’t you know, please come back in 300 years for review, we are very interested in discussing this further then!”) Wrex is old, wise and knows exactly what is up. The only way the governing bodies of power were ever going to have a listen, was if he had something they needed. The war with the reapers provided that. And even then, he knew that they wouldn’t listen outright; having Shepard’s voice was a way to get the foot in the door. It makes my heart hurt to think about that honestly; how dehumanising (dekroganising?) it must feel to be the ruler of your people and know that you have to rely on your alien friend to even get someone to listen to you, when what you want to say is an extremely reasonable “hey committing genoicde against my people sucks, stop that now”. Anyway, Wrex was right, this was his one chance to save his people and he took it. Good for him.

#mass effect #urdnot wrex #wrex #my hot take of the day #I usually avoid hot takes because discourse is exhausting #but this one has been revolving in my mind for like a year since I read it #and I read that great post about how dystopian mass effects governments are earlier and my mind has THOUGHTS now

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moonlitnyx · 1 month

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—𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍—

You see the Vil Schoenheit sleeping in class, and you never seen him more peaceful.

—STARRING: VIL SCHOENHEIT X GN READER

—CONTENT: Fluff, reader had classic fan behavior of Vil (before getting to know him) reader thought that Vil had no “imperfections” (before getting to know him) Some (?) angst but idk if you can call that angst, Reader can be seen as yuu, set after the VDC (book 5) Vil believes he can’t show flaws (my poor baby lemme kiss him)

—FORMAT: Drabble (less than 1k words)

—AUTHORS NOTE: I haven’t written in like…months 😥 anyway I wrote this at like night so I bet theirs bound to be some mistakes…lemme know if you see any and I’ll fix it!! ALSO VILS NEW CARD HAS GOT ME BARKING LIKE A DOG!

Seeing Vil Schoenheit, the Vil Schoenheit, sleep was something you never thought would spark much interest for you.

Vil Schoenheit was pristine. Prim and proper. A hair never out of place. The very definition of perfect. He excelled in everything he put his mind to, and was the most hardworking person you knew. It just never hit you that Vil was also human, and the very thought of that made your ears heat up in shame.

Vil’s head was resting on his desk, golden locks of hair lightly framing his face as he inhaled and exhaled softly. Every once and a while his eye would twitch, and you would amusedly wonder what he was dreaming about.

You always had a teeny, tiny crush on Vil. He was everything a person wanted. Well-mannered, dedicated, and pretty (really, really pretty). Your parents would have loved him–and at the thought you can feel your face heat up even more.

You tuck a small strand of gold behind Vil’s ear, grinning when he mutters something incomprehensible. You think he looks absolutely ethereal like this, with the sun illuminating his sharp features.

You get up, trying not to disturb Vil when-

“Wait.”

Your eyes widen, meeting Vil’s lavender eyes. He’s smiling, lips curled into a teasing half-smirk. “I thought you were asleep!” Your voice comes out in a high-pitch, and you're rightfully angry (more like embarrassed). Was he watching you fawn over him this whole entire time?

He curls a strand of hair around his index, looking around the now-empty classroom. He looks slightly dazed, a cute expression of both confusion and abject horror. (He’s probably aghast that he might have been sleeping in class.) “How long have I been asleep? “ He muses, a frown on his face.

“You were probably tired from the VDC,” You pause as his violet eyes land on you. “I don’t think anyone would blame you for snoozin’ in class.”

Vil looks like he’s about to object, and you frown at that. You had always thought of Vil as perfect-and you’re half-afraid that he thinks so too. That he isn’t allowed to feel exhausted as well.

“I’ll walk you back to your dorm, if you're okay with that. And I can give you my notes from class! We didn’t really learn anything new much, but if you have questions-”

“Thank you.” He cuts you off with a small smile, eyes warm as he relaxes. “And I’m honored that you’d walk me back to my dorm.”

@ MOONLITNYX. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr. do not put my works in AI.

#͙͘͡★𝐍𝐘𝐗.𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #Twisted wonderland #Twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #Twst x reader #twst x you #Twst x y/n #Vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x you #Twst vil x reader #twst Vil x you #Twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 8 months

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Could you do the OM bros seeing a friendly, opmistic, kind , funny Mc who's actually a cunning and a manipulative seducer/seductress. Always keeping a poker face in order to get what they want which is power and gets away with it but the brothers realize it too late( I know Lucy, Satan and Belphie are smart enough but It is possible for them to get "tricked" by Mc since they love them.)

Two-Faced Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

Power is what you’re after and you’re used to doing whatever you feel like to get it. Including acting like the innocent lamb that gets all of them wrapped around your fingers. Now whether you intended for their infatuation with you or not it's bound to further your agenda or more likely their own:

Leviathan

“Whooooa talk about mad twists!”

Thinks it's hot when you switch from the sweet ingenue to domineering master

Kind of likes the way switch

And the curiousness if its some condition and you only do it with him

Oh how he hopes

At your command, he summons Lotan on the daily

Sometimes completing sidequests without you telling him

Like offing those conspiratory NPCs

Satan

“I see what game your playing and I’m intrigued.”

He knows your games

And man does he love playing them

Your ambition rivals his own and he can’t help but want to encourage you

He’s not going to say he’s whipped but he’s certainly willing to cause all kinds of mayhem in your name

A shame that he’s not roped in by your fake personality

Asmodeus

“Oya~my baby wants them gone? Promise to give me kisses?”

He falls head first for you’re precious persona

So innocent, so cute

It makes pining for you all the more fun

And killing for you even more satisfying

He’s someone who’s not going to flip when you’re personality shines through

Your still his sexy lamb

And he so badly wants to keep you

Even if it means using his beauty to deceive those who get in your way

And the ones he just doesn’t like

Beelzebub

“Don’t accuse them of such things, they hardly know how devildom works.”

Falls hook line and sinker for your persona

No doubt easily deceived by your little acts

And in your defense, he’ll eat just about anyone

Even when it’s revealed, the truth of your true colors he can’t help but still believe

That you’d been deceived

That underneath the cunning persona is still the poor human that needs protection

And is number one in your crew for most likely to usurp

You don’t know what you’re doing so maybe he and Belphie should bother with the bad guys out there

Belphegor

“...Right. But they still want that one out of the way and we promised to do that right?”

Sees right through you

And originally isn’t all that fond of Beel’s perception of you

He thinks you tricked his sweet brother

But in a way, he finds that he agrees

You're a stupid, in over your head human

And who better to intervene in your shenanigans than the two of them

Plus he enjoys your bloodthirsty behavior

Though it's nothing compared to his murderous drive you’re still cute

If anyone is more likely to initiate the usurpation its him

Lucifer

“You think you’re so slick, I can’t help but be enamored.”

He doesn’t immediately see it

Playing into your hands for a short while

Before catching on and switching from compliance and not

He thinks both sides of you are cute

But you're just so naive to think enabling their murderous tendencies will end with only who you’ve designated a threat

He and his brothers can easily see more than you

So trust in that

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astarion-approves · 8 months

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drabble req? :) would love to see some astarion working on comforting or patching up tav/reader — there’s a lot of hurt/comfort in the other direction out there but soft!astarion is so cute :’) love your work btw! <3

Astarion x GN! Reader drabble (695 words)

SFW, Astarion POV, third person POV, Fluff, shitty pep talks (which I am also not great at,) no patching up but it's kinda cute anyway. A touch of jealous Gale

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“Astarion,” Gale began, the human always tiptoeing around him since the beginning. “Could you…” He shook his head, the man looking unsure with his next words. “Could you check in on Tav?”

Astarion sighed and closed his book, his eyes flicking to the fireplace where Tav sat alone and poked at the fire. “And just why would I do that?”

“Look,” Gale clenched his teeth together, looking over his shoulder to where Tav sat before looking to Astarion once more. “They obviously have feeling for you—“

“Hah! Well that's no surprise. After all, no one can deny my charms—“

“And you obviously have feelings for them.” Gale’s tone was firm, his eyes harsh as he glared back at the vampire, a tint of jealousy swimming beneath it.

Astarion tossed his book into his tent, his arms coming to cross over his chest as he glared right back at Gale. “And so what if I do?!” Now he swung his hands in front of himself, gesturing past Gale and to where Tav still sat. “What the hell do you expect me to do!? Go over there and tell them everything is going to be okay?! That all of the evil in the world will never get to them because I’ll protect them from it?! That these fucking tadpoles in our brains mean no harm and that we’ll all live happily ever after?!”

“Yes,” Gale replied. “That is exactly what I expect you to do.”

Astarion dropped his arms to his sides, pouting at Gale’s answer. He sighed. “Fine!”

Shoving past Gale he made his way to Tav, rubbing his now injured shoulder. He may have overreacted just a tiny bit, but the way Gale stumbled from his shoulder check was worth it.

“Hello, Tav,” Astarion sat down beside them without an invitation.

“Hey.” They gave Astarion a small smile but turned their attention back to the fire.

“I think it’s best if we’re just honest with one another here,” Astarion said with a shrug. “Being friends and all.”

Tav only hummed in reply.

For a moment Astarion let his facade drop. Usually Tav would be eager to chat with him, truly, about anything and everything. To see them pay more attention to the fire than his gorgeous self— something really was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Tav? Tadpole hosting a private party in your skull?”

Tav snorted, another smile gracing Astarion and giving his heart a little flutter knowing that he managed to earn a real smile from them. “Everything?” Tav answered. “Just… everything.”

“Well-“

“And you don’t have to tell me that we’ll live happily ever after.”

“Look at you! Eavesdropping on a private conversation? I’m so proud.”

They didn’t reply this time, just focusing on the flames as they danced in front of them, burning down the pile of wood and sparking as Tav added another log.

“No, things won’t end happily ever after,” Astarion broke the silence as he spoke, his voice soft. “I think that much was obvious the moment we were abducted by fucking mind flayers.”

“Some pep talk—“

“Give me a moment, I’m not accustomed to cheering a person up!”

Tav laughed, but gestured for Astation to continue. “Okay, sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Astarion bumped their arm into Tav’s. “Now, where was I—“

“Happily ever after, or lack thereof.”

“Right, our eventual demise.”

“Astarion—“

“Look, I’m not good at this, clearly. We’re all bound to die some day, but it’s how we spend our days before the end that matters. You can’t give into these feelings of darkness that haunt you, the urge to give up when things get tough. I’m here for you, everyone in this strange camp of weirdos is here for you— and if you’re hurting all you have to do is say something and we’ll do what we can. Shitty pep talks included.”

Tav nodded and tossed their stick into the fire, no longer playing with the flames that beckoned them. “I’m hurting.”

“I know, darling,” Astarion said and put his arm over their shoulder, pulling them closer. “I can’t change the world, all I can do is be here for you… and I hope it’s enough.”

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toaster-trash · 10 months

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It’s always so interesting to me how so many people tend to look at protagonists’ reactions in 19th century gothic media and immediately slap a label on them as “over-dramatic” or “weak”, when in reality I don’t think we (as a society) know what we’re talking about. I think our society is collectively desensitised to concepts, and what I mean by that is that the concept of a story like Dracula or Frankenstein isn’t something that we’d ever bat an eye at because it’s been so ingrained into our very understanding or the concept of basic modern horror premises that we no longer appreciate it for what it is, and I’ve been guilty of it too. So a lot of people take the protagonists reactions to their circumstances, and paint it as melodrama or even worse, get high and mighty and claim that if THEY were in that scenario, they would NEVER do something so stupid, right?

But I need you to take a minute to actually think about the positions these characters are in. We’ve become so desensitised to these concepts, but if we were actually in those positions in real life we would probably not be able to handle them half as well as some of these characters. For example, Dracula. Sure, guy goes to stay in spooky castle, client turns out to be a vampire, pretty standard, easy to point at Jonathan Harker’s decisions and blame him. Oh Jonathan, don’t you know walking through an abandoned castle when your client tells you not to is bound to get you hurt? Don’t you know going to a remote area with villagers crossing themselves every five seconds is dangerous?

But actually think about this. You’re a solicitor, you have a fiancée back home and you need this job. You meet your client, he’s a little creepy, you feel unsafe, but you need this job. What are you going to do, turn back and tell your employer you couldn’t do it because the vibes were off? Obviously not. You suck it up. Then slowly, your world starts collapsing around you and slowly getting smaller as you find yourself trapped inside this man’s house and you slowly come to the realisation that you are being held captive in the house of a creepy old man who has access to all the rooms in the house, including your own, and can enter it at any time, in a secluded area far away from everyone, and with no hope of reaching out for help. He has the power to do anything to you, and you’re completely helpless, and does. You are going to die there and none of your loved ones will ever know what happened to you. Your abuser might even fabricate your identity or conduct a lie to ruin all memory of you forever. Then things get worse, and you realise that your abuser and captor isn’t even human. Throw in the infanticide and assault scenes, and that is a horrifying scenario, and I don’t think some people fully recognise that when they read it.

The very same with Frankenstein, oh haha, Victor gets ill often, look at him fainting every five minutes, what a whiny bitchboy, right? But Jesus Christ, again, think about this scenario that he’s in properly. My guy digs up corpses, brings them to his dorm room and stitches them together, only for him to bring said corpses to life and watch his inanimate amalgamation of dead bodies come to life in your house. Now again, imagine cutting up corpses and sewing them together. If you can’t manage that, imagine a friend of yours came to you and told you that they’d been stealing corpses, cutting them up, and sewing them together, and they now have an 8ft tall giant amalgamation or corpses in their room. Now imagine going to their house and seeing that amalgamation of corpses. Good luck not passing out and vomiting all over their bedroom floor, and extra good luck not needing extreme psychiatric care afterwards. Again, corpses. I’m willing to bet half the people here have never even seen a corpse, and this isn’t even freshly-dead-grandma-in-the-coffin, these are decomposing and rotting corpses of real human beings. Observed. And some corpses cut up. And pieced together. Into a giant corpse. Genitalia included. Intestines included. Everything else included. And then that corpse then starts killing everyone you’ve ever loved and you have the added guilt that it IS it’s own person and you’ve abandoned it.

Which of course, could lead me into a whole separate rant, on how I believe that Victor’s flaw doesn’t lie in his horror at his own actions, and his fainting and illness and whatnot, but rather at his deliberate avoidance of the consequences of those actions – (horrifying as they may have been to come to terms with, his avoidance ultimately led to the mental distress and death of tons of completely innocent people, and his avoidance, however difficult, was still very much wrong and Victor is still very much to blame for it) – as well as the mania and obsessive justification he kept using to reach that goal. Although again, it could be argued there was avoidance in that as well – Victor pasting clinical lenses over all his actions, ignoring his family and friends, which ultimately all caught up with him. It’s my reading that Victor isn’t to blame whatsoever because he’s “over dramatic” or that “whiny”, he has every right to be severely traumatised by his experiences, however much his own fault they may be, he is to blame because at every turn where he could have faced his actions and confided in a friend or likewise, he did not, and it led to the deaths of everyone he loved. Except for Ernest, who likely then had to live with the death of his entire family.

But that’s a side rant – my primary point is, I genuinely do not remotely believe that authors in the past were really any more “emotional” or “melodramatic” than we are today. The only difference is that because the premise of these plots have been so deeply engrained into our society, we do not understand how horrifyingly traumatising these situations are by nature and dismiss them out of hand. Dracula did not exist yet when Dracula was being written. Frankenstein did not exist yet when Frankenstein was being written. Don’t come looking to read old gothic literature expecting a camp B-list horror film, and then call the characters over-dramatic when they react like average actual human beings to absolutely horrific scenarios.

And what’s more with regard to general more open affection between friends in older books, no it isn’t unrealistic, we’re all just cynical assholes now. (There’s a limit, obviously. Some characters are just raging homosexuals and there’s no other explanation. “His form so divinely wrought and beaming with beauty” my ass alright now just admit you had gay sex and be done with it)

#gothic lit #classic literature #gothic literature #goth lit #classic lit #frankenstein #frankenstein weekly #dracula #dracula daily #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #re:dracula #re: dracula #victor frankenstein #Jonathan Harker #clervalstein?#clervalstein

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futureplayboibunnie · 11 months

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‘’NEXT TIME (1/?)’’

Aaron Hotchner x bau! fem! reader

18+

- only got 3 more exams left and then i’m free ahhhhh. i’m working on like 3 fics at the same time to procrastinate lmao. but my boy aaron takes priority. i was planning on making this an even longer fic with like a super sad ending but its so damn long i’ll have to add another chapter. love yaaaa x

warnings: smutty smut smut so be warned. pnv. some angsty aspects lowkey. aaron being the dom we all know he is. some swearing and bants.

It shouldn't have happened. It wasn't right. Your moral compass was straying, but when you were with Hotch...did it really matter if it felt like you were morally grey?

Time was blurring into a pin sphincter, it was flowing out of your fingertips and your grip on it was as neglectful as it was pathetic. Six months of dancing around knives and eggshells with Hotch, to hide the unprofessional courtesy of a passionate love affair between two federal agents that are bound by their work…..and secretly each other.

All you could ask yourself at this point was:

How did it come to this?

How could you have possibly been this stupid? This weak. This subjective. Now it was going to be the death of you, in more ways than one. It all started with one look, one small moment of weakness within both of you would inevitably be your undoing. One stupid look, on one stupid night between two sad and lonely people desperate to feel something, anything other than the pain and horror that's experienced every day on this job.

You stopped in your tracks when you should've kept walking.

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12:34 am. You were so close, the end of this day was near, thank God. You had been rushing around all day- the case was nearby but it was especially difficult to catch the unsub due to Hotch's personal connection to this one. He had worked a similar case to this one when he first started the bureau and it turned out that this was a bloodline murderer and stalker- the unsub's father was the original killer on one of Hotch's first cases and he was just carrying on his legacy. Alex Wall was definitely an unsub worth remembering. It was hazy but solved, what was unusual though was that you noticed it seemed to affect Hotch in a way you've never seen before. You knew it was personal for him but you had never seen him crack as much as this, it was jarring and it made you halt in your tracks

Aaron Hotchner finally peeling back the brooding facade seemed like a lunar event that happened once in every blood moon. It reminded you that Hotch was just a man. Just human. Not this robotic machine that caught killers for a living. The thought made your gaze soften as you collected your files from your desk, your brain turning to static as these thoughts about your boss run rampant through the forefront of your mind. It made you think. Everyone comes to Hotch when they have a problem, and he always seemed to have a solution. But who did he go to when he felt like the world was asking too much of him? When the stress of this job felt like an eternal haunt? You dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

You and Hotch were in the same chilly waters. Ice blooded. You were both incredibly opposed to each other, even though you were both serious as hell about this job. If anything, you were supposed to get along like a house on fire as you inhibited the same outlook. He especially pissed you off on this case because you suggested that the unsub might have been stalking his victims for a span of 6 months and then attacking. You've never believed in anything this strongly about a case in so long but Hotch shot you down. But your gut wasn't lying. It never did.

You shouldn't be reading into this, you shouldn't even care about it but your conscious was poking at you. Plus you had some files you needed to drop off.

No. Not now.

It was late, you were the only ones here and you weren't sure if you were ready to indulge in conversation just yet. You could drop it off tomorrow morning. You walked past his office and caught a glimpse of him through his blinded windows, he was writing but he looked distracted. Agitated. Sad, even. Alcohol. It definitely caught your attention and you resented it deeply. You were too much of a good person, the thought made your eyes narrow as you stopped in your movements. Instead, you shifted and turned around and stared at Hotch's door. Taking a deep breath before knocking.

‘’Come in.’’ Hotch said curtly, lowering his pen and standing up from his desk so he was in your eyeline

‘’I have some files for you to close the case." You parroted his tone back at him as you handed him the files.

"Thank you."

You paused for a moment to study him. Maybe it was because of how dark it was outside, maybe it was because Hotch was looking incredibly attractive in this light right now but it seemed your tongue was moving faster than your brain.

"What's wrong with you?" You questioned brusquely, not in an insulting way but in a matter-of-fact way.

‘’I'm sorry?’’ Hotch raised his brow at your purpose. It wasn't that surprising that you spoke whatever it is that was prancing around in that mind of yours but it didn't mean that it wasn't disarming

‘’Do you keep spare glasses in your drawers as well as the whiskey or do you just splash a dose into your coffee after hours?’’ You attempted to conceal your smirk but it barely worked.

Hotch just glared at you with furrowed brows and a certain distasteful passivity that you'd grown to expect but he wasn't lashing out at you- he was too tired and drained. He opened his drawer and pulled out two glasses and the bottle of whiskey he indulges in after hours when a case had seemed to scramble up his head. He knew it would be useless to lie to you right now, not when you were looking this incredible this late at night. The thoughts occupied him when he poured you a glass.

‘’Sit.’’ He ordered and you comfortably obliged.

"Thank you." You chirped with a half smile as he handed you the drink and he resumed his position of sitting, his fingertips toying with the glass. You sat in silence for a while, studying each other. Noticing how uneventful and sad everything is. Hotch thought you looked beautiful in front of him.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit.’’

"For what?"

"For how incredible you are."

Hotch's stare intensified, compliments weren't a rare occurrence for him to endure but from you, was…memorable. The words you uttered made his body still.

‘’Thank you. Coming from a woman like you, I'm flattered.’’ He was happy with his more than eloquent response.

"'A woman like me?"

"The smart and beautiful kind."

You chuckled dryly, your face blushing a cute pink at his compliment- he caught you out and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't completely happy with himself.

You on the other hand were afraid you were going to start sweating in front of him, your thighs were involuntarily clamping together.

"Why are you telling me this?" Hotched added, your sudden declaration piqued his interest.

‘’I’ve heard whispers of you transferring." You sighed as you crossed your arms. "I'm hoping it's not true."

This wasn't because of your own biased viewpoint of Hotch at all, the team would literally have a gaping hole without him. Quite frankly, the team would fall apart. Everyone would be directionless. You never really put weight to these rumors but there's no smoke without any fire. The thought soured your mood and it was written all over your face, you hoped he wouldn't notice it but as usual, it was impossible for him not to.

‘’I thought about it a while back, maybe to transfer to a white-collar crime division but I've found that I'm far too attached to this team. You won't be getting rid of me that easily.’’

‘’I prefer it to stay that way.’’ You said softly like an angel wistfully staring down from the clouds. Your face instinctively brightened at the fact he was staying here. He's the only one that could effectively lead this team and you also didn't want him to leave your eyeline anytime soon.

Now you didn't know what to say, you both shared a longing look- something so strange and hard to define. It was easy for him to get you like this, like the basest of sentimentality, like a child at prayer. You were so good at hiding things, it was a skill that you practically needed to have in order for the people you work with not to pry into your life. Now, it all felt superficial when your exterior was cracking under his brutal gaze.

Hotch was a force of nature, you were sure even the weather bowed down at his feet. The thought made you bite your lip as you bashfully hung your head before meeting his eyes once more.

‘’Your tell.’’ Hotch stated.

‘’What?’’ Your eyes were bright with invitation and confusion, catching you and disarming you once more.

‘’You're nervous but I can't figure out for the life of me why.’’ Hotch announced and it made a deep pit form within your stomach, a strange heat swirling within your gut. Why was it only with him you felt this way? It was like he was playing God with you. You no longer wished to entertain whatever deduction he had going on, mostly for your own professionality and dignity so you stood up from your seat with your empty whisky glass in hand and leaned over. Face to face. Real close, placing your glass down in front of him. His scent was mystifying, his cologne was headily intoxicating.

You whispered. ‘’If I told you then transferring might be a good option for you to keep open.’’ Your voice was soft and serious, your face was hard to retain your reputation but your pussy was clenching around nothing. You leaned back and walked to the closed door, your hand placed on the handle, ready and willing to leave before Hotch also stood up from his seat and followed you to the door. Before you knew it, you could feel his massive frame and broad shoulders looming behind you. Turning around leaning against the door, you were met with Hotch's flaming and scorching eyes- his face was the nearest it's ever been to yours and you had to stifle any sound your body was willing to make.

‘’I meant what I said.’’ Hotch mumbled. You hung your head up to admire his dauntless eyes.

‘’So did I. You finished for the night?’’

"Yeah, let me just grab my stuff and I'll walk you out."

‘’I’ll just be a second.’’ Your hands twisted at the handle and you walked yourself out. You had to tamper down the shit-eating grin that was adorning your face but it felt like a near impossible task.

It only took a few brief moments to collate your things and swing your bag around your shoulder and before idling about it for too long, Hotch was already walking down the stairs with his eyes completely and utterly set upon you. Fuck. His eyes were unflinching, he drank you in as you waited so patiently and prettily for him, it was a sight beyond wildest dreams.

Neither of you said anything as you walked to the elevator and pressed the button, the tension between the two of you was egregious and so easy to spot. When the elevator dinged and the metal doors opened, Hotch being the gentleman he is, let you in first and pressed the ground floor. Time was going so fast, you had to do or say something before you never got the chance again. You felt his eyes burn into you, that serious Hotch face that's he so infamously known for etched on his defined features.

"What's going on up there, Hotch?" Your voice was flirty and breathy- there's no way you could possibly make it any clearer to him.

‘’You.’’ He declared, your body stood paralysed at the unexpected words.

He grabbed your face harshly and pushed you against the elevator wall, his lips colliding with yours in a battle against wills, a battle against the the longing and tension that hindered you both.

A kiss that was messy- no finesse. Something you absolutely wouldn't ever correlate with Hotch. It was like you wanted your mouths on each other but you knew you couldn't. Between breaths, you mumbled out a plea. ‘’No...no, Hotch…we can't.’’

His mouth traveled to the bare skin of your neck instead and planted kisses to atone for your sighs. They were becoming uncontrollable until he pressed his forehead onto yours.

‘’I know. I know. I just wanted to know what it felt like to feel your lips.’’ His thumb outlined the curves of your lips and and tugged your bottom lip down and all you could do was stare at him dumbly. ‘’I can't stop staring at them but I'm sure you've figured that out already." Hotch admitted in a hazed-out manner, all your body was willing to do was stare at him as he cradled your face, imploring him, begging him for something neither of you could have freely.

"You kissed me.’’ You remarked, completely oblivious and dumbed down by just a kiss. Your eyes were wide and glinting under the soft elevator light.

‘'You are quite the profiler, aren't you?’’ He said gently, traces of humor present in his voice as he stared down at you. You just smirked back at him, finally mustering up the courage to not look like a deer in the headlights.

"You're making me flustered.’’

‘’I can see that.’’ He shot back, almost as if he was goading you on. You paused to let the blood run back into your brain again.

‘’We shouldn’t.’’ You said heavy lidded, hoping he would back off because if he didn’t you’d jump his bones right now. It was like he could read your mind because he instinctively retracted his hands back to himself and instead resumed his prior postion by your side. In a half assed attempt to remain professional. ‘’Do you really want IAB down here probing on all of us?’’

‘’Yeah. We really shouldn’t.’’

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You were in his bed. Hot. Wet. Aggressive. Bordering on delusional. Trying to hold out on him. Your naked body was all his to savour, all his to touch, all his to pleasure.

‘’Aaron…fuck….I’m-‘’ You were half hypnotised. Your clear thinking was long gone at this point but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

‘’Tell me what you want, tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.’’

His voice was gruff. Sincere. It was able to turn you into a pile of ashes in an instant, it was pathetic but reasonable. You didn't know how to answer him, you knew with all your heart that you wanted him and now you have him- you had no idea what to even do after that, you never thought you'd get that far.

Your head was dangling off the edge of the bed, hanging off as he kissed down your neck, making you writhe and squirm beneath him in the delicious process.

‘’I just want you, Aaron...I-m-‘’ You couldn't properly articulate a sentence, your brain was fogged up with arousal.

‘'Come on baby, be more specific with me.’’

‘’Aaron.’’ You warned.

‘’Or I'll stop.’’ He replied in a thick, heavy voice.

‘’Don't be cruel.’’

With that, he smirked at you and leaned up from your body to stare down at you through surveying and analytical eyes, another means to tease you- he knew you couldn't take it anymore, you were desperate and it made him all the more aroused. The thought was a chilling one. It was an irrefutable fact: Hotch needed control in every aspect of his life. Especially in bed.

‘’You're the one that's been cruel.’’ Hotch declared softly as if he was profiling you- it made you bite your lip, the way that he's literally got you in his bed and made you this fucking wet already but he still had a polite tone. Hotch reached for your face delicately and traced his thumb on your soft lips. ‘’Oh, honey. You really have no idea how cruel you've been to me over the past few months.’’

‘’Enlighten me.’’ You flirted back. He paused at the brashness of your challenge.

Hotch gave you a severe look and attempted to dismiss you but he knew it was futile, you were insatiable.

‘'Aaron. Enlighten. Me.’’ You enunciated, unafraid of the consequences he would so deliciously inflict on you. You were begging for it at this point.

‘’No.’’ Hotch replied simply and just grasped your hips harshly making you yelp. Your ears pricked up at the clank of his belt being unbuckled.

"Fuck you, Aaron.'’ You whined as he started to position himself at your throbbing pussy. Lord above, he was massive and you didn't doubt it one bit. But Aaron not baring his secrets only reinforced the reason why you disliked him in the first place, even when he's about to fuck you into oblivion, he's secretive and closed off.

‘'That's no way to talk, is it? Apologize.’’ He demanded as his eyes met yours.

"No.’’

‘’Apologize or I'll edge you until morning's end.’’ His lips fell into an undeniably serious frown, he wasn't joking- he looked angry and it only escalated your heart rate. Your mouth was running before you could stop it.

‘'You don't actually think I'd have any complaints about that, do you?'’ You raised your brow at him, passion and desperation oozing out of every pore, hatred spewing from your eyes.

Hotch contemplated your purpose underneath him, a fire boiling within him every second his eyes panned to you. You were squirming and bucking against him already, desperate for friction. Lord, you were frustrating. And completely beguiling. It was so difficult getting you to shut the fuck up at work and it transfers into bed too. He knew you'd pretend that this never even occurred. Going to work. Going about your day. Acting as if he didn't leave you shaking and dripping the night before.

Aaron was a calm and reasonable man when needed to be- but you were a force that made him reckon with his own calm and reasonable iudements

He wanted to do wicked things to you.

He wanted to make you weep under him.

If he were a smart man, he would let someone else have you. He would be selfless, he could do that if he really wanted to. But you were his: His sweet fixation.

His. Only.

‘’You're drooling all over yourself.’’ Hotch gritted through clenched teeth, the need to possess you clouding him when his hands flew straight to his belt and undid it so roughly you thought the buckle would snap. Your gasp was sweet and breathless and he wanted to inhale it.

'’Aaron just touch me. Please.'’ Your beg was a sore reminder of how desperate you were for the man that you once considered the bane of your existence, it made you lazily attempt to bite back a smirk. Now you were under him, filled with reckless abandon. You were too busy being flushed and wonton that you were entirely shocked to feel his tip graze you already. You couldn't do anything, your head was just hanging off the edge of the bed and you were locked within him.

‘’Where?’’ He asked, dragging it out.

‘'Fuck...you. You know exactly where.’’ You spat back at him, completely unimpressed by his need to prove something that didn't need to be proven.

‘’You never talk to me like this at work.’’ Aaron reached his hand and wrapped his fingers around the skin of your neck. His tone was severe. And a strange frisson of fear, arousal, and anger started to welt within you.

‘’You actually get things done at work.’’ You scolded, instantly regretting your response because of the reaction you were sure to get.

Aaron didn't even pause after you uttered those words. He pushed his throbbing dick inside of you, not even bothering to tease you into it, get you to ease up. He clenched his hand harder against your neck and he bit your neck. You were shocked. He liked it. He was being selfish, caring about his own suffering and pleasure more than yours. Bless your heart, he knew you regretted saying it but you said it anyway. He couldn't let this behavior pass, he just couldn't. It wasn't in his bones. You were moaning and whimpering as your bodies rocked back and forth. Oh, you were full of regret. It was adorable

‘’Apologize. Now.’’ Aaron demanded deliciously against your skin, biting and nipping at your collarbone to torture you and make you weak.

‘’No! You can't- you won't-‘’ You couldn't string together a sentence he was fucking into you that good, that heavy, that deep. words sank into your soul, the realization only dawning upon you.

‘’Say sorry.’’ He cooed.

A rumble of helplessness coated your chest, you felt so exposed, you felt so tainted by his presence. This was something to remember, something to keep close. Aaron. Just Aaron. The real Aaron. The Aaron behind the tight ties and tailored suits, the man behind the polite forms and cooler than fucking ice and steel. All you could do was whine like a bitch in heat. He was pounding into you so hard you were sure your pussy would remember the shape of him.

‘’Come on baby. Articulate.’’ Hotch smiled menacingly, his eyes spiraling in complete satisfaction at how dumb he's got you. An experienced profiler that's seen it all forgetting how to use her tongue. It was cute as fuck.

‘’I'm sorry!’’ You screamed at him, his fingers gripping the dip of your waist even harder than before.

"Now thank me.’’ He ordered cooly. This you could do. He was fucking you so hard and so good it made your head spin.

‘’Thank you. So much, Aaron. Fuck...so good.’’

This he liked. You being grateful. Compliant. God, his dick was so hard it was threatening to fall off. Aaron always seemed to avoid beautiful women, or just dating altogether after Haley - the women he wanted harbored secrets and made his life a living hell. You were no exception, but you were always someone he had to look twice at. Fuck, that face. He wanted to cum all over those pretty lips and in time he will.

‘’Good girl. My perfect girl.’’ He whispered and it sent your body into nothing but a blaze. Aaron knew you were clenching around him, your wetness spreading around his rigid dick. You were going to finish.

Woah. This was...fast. An indefinite ego boost.

‘’Aaron!’’ You screamed, your throat going raw as you wrapped your hands in his hair and tugged tirelessly as he bit your tits.

‘’I’m gonna-‘’

‘’Now cum.’’ He ordered again.

It was like your heart was being strangled and your stomach was doing flips. Your heat was spreading to every inch of your body and it felt like the man was corrupting you- ironic because he's just so damn good and an altruist. You convulsed and a loud throaty moan left you, it was like your soul was leaving your body too. Your cunt squeezed him tighter and Aaron gripped onto you just as much.

But then his hand reached over your mouth and his palm covered your lips to silence the scream that came exactly the same time. Damn, profilers. You came violently around him, your perfect body arching into him as your body relaxed. It was so immediate. It was the fastest you've ever came. Aaron could then clear the knots in his lower stomach as he gladly painted your insides. It was such a fucking relief from all this stress and this tension between you.

It was necessary. You were a necessity to him.

It wasn't professional, but he couldn't care when he was in you.

Aaron's insanely massive hands aided you in getting you fully back on the bed, you were starting to feel sore, and it made you feel alive. He handled you as if you were a dove, gently caressing your skin as he crawled back up into his bed, your head hitting the pillow. Your neck needed the support, the blood had rushed straight to your head and you still couldn't believe you were in Aaron bed. As he stood up to go to his bathroom, he took a second to admire you as you were splayed out like a goddess about the clouds looking down on him: he was just a man and you were an angel. Twisted in bedsheets with a sheen of sweat thinly coating your skin-you looked like a mythical being. Golden.

'What are you gawking at?' You caught onto his lingering stare.

‘’Nothing.’’ He dismissed, whipping his head around as he headed to the bathroom to get a towel. Brooding as always, even after fucking the woman that has plagued his dreams and thoughts for months.

You felt yourself get giddy at the sweetest oblivion. You couldn't escape it. You bit your lip and your pussy started throbbing again.

Aaron stared at himself in the bathroom mirror as he grabbed a towel and put his boxers back on. An apparent blush stained his face and his hair was in disarray. Wow, he really went at it. Some profiler. His whole body was coated in sweat and he felt his palm twitch slightly. He wasn't completely enthralled with the idea of his inability to keep his hands off of you, he was afraid this would transfer into his behavior at work. He calmed the swelling idea as he had to trust his instincts of being completely unbiased. Yeah, he could do it. He couldn't help but smile into his reflection, he felt elated with you. Like the man he knew he could be with you. He went back into his bedroom and there you were laying there wearing nothing but a smile. He doesn't think he's ever seen you this flustered. You felt like a teenager the way you were blushing a light pink.

‘’Now what are you gawking at?’’ Aaron parroted your question from earlier and it made you flick your tongue on your front teeth.

‘’You.’’

‘’Since when were you honest?’’ He joked as he sat back on the bed and helped you clean yourself up.

‘'Since you fucked me until I couldn't think.’’ You replied truthfully, completely impressed with yourself. ‘’At least I can admit it.’’

‘'Huh, I wonder what would've happened if you didn't listen to me.’’ Aaron scoffed as threw the towel on the floor.

‘’Let's try that out next time.’’ You flirted unashamedly. Eyes locking in a perpetual battle, two strong wills locked within mere gazes. Like a drug you knew that was bad for you, but you couldn't help but beg for hit after hit.

‘’There's a next time?’’ He flirted back with a wicked gleam in his eye.

‘’Or we could go back to work. Stripping each other with our eyes. Wanting nothing but to fuck like bunnies. Or maybe even being as unprofessional as bending me over and fucking me on your desk.’’

‘’You never talk to me like this at work.’’ He repeated from before when he was quite literally inside of you. Something that's not forming into your own personal inside joke.

‘’You actually get things done at work.’’ You smirked and he bent down and kissed your lips then the bridge of your nose and then your forehead.

Aaron crawled into the sheets next to you and held you, pulling you into his embrace, his big arms holding you steady. Your hair cascaded against the pillows around you forming a halo-like effect in your stature. Did this mean you were quite literally an angel? His angel? The thought made him hold onto you tighter, you felt it and it made you kiss his lips tenderly.

‘’Hm, so beautiful, so frustrating.’’ He mumbled and you giggled at him.

God, he was so good. He was the best at what he does and he was able to make you feel so safe in his arms and in his presence. A few thoughts occurred to you as you fell into his chest, inhaling his scent as your eyes went heavy. You felt happy. Your dark thoughts were quelled as his fingers traced around your skin. It was like you could see a future where you weren't constantly looking over your shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop. You...deserved this

But you couldn't have this and your job.

No.

Not now.

You'll think about the consequences later. Right now, everything is just him.

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It felt as though Hotch's ears were ringing.

A dull, screeching sound awakened him from the best night's sleep he's ever had, with you, here, next to him. Lying on his chest, breathing in and out, long lashes fanning your face perfectly. It felt too good to be true, for him to have you in his embrace. The ringing of his phone lighting up the bedside table made him sigh, he couldn't deal with this right now. Not this late or early, not when he had you in his arms- that was his priority right now. But he had a job to do, he couldn't give that up. You started to stir from your sleep as the phone continued ringing.

‘'Aaron...phone.’’ You mumbled. Hotch reached for the phone and tried to act as if he had been awake for hours but in reality, he was twisted in bedsheets with his colleague.

‘’Agent Hotchner.’’ He answered as he put the phone to his ear, his grip on you becoming tighter than before.

‘’Agent Hotchner, this is Erin Strauss. We have an issue.’’ Aaron's brows furrowed and his face hardened, why was Strauss calling him at this hour? Your eyes blinked open as he looked up at Aaron, he was wearing his serious face

‘’Involving?’’

‘’Alex Wall. He escaped from prison an hour ago and he's already killed again. Washington P.D has no leads and they need the BAU back.’’

‘’I'll be right there.’' He replied flatly but his blood was burning cold and his heart was thundering within his chest, he wasn't sure if you could feel it.

'’Aaron, what's wrong?’' You gazed up at him.

‘’We need to go.’’

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bubblergoespop · 4 months

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My Top Avior Quotes

this was so hard to cut down; this isn’t even half of the original list. also some angsty ones snuck in bc it’s AVIOR. @mokozroach ta daaa~

“I’m just a little testy after being trapped here for who knows how long thanks to the religious fanaticism of an uninformed peon.”

“The human who never stops asking questions, and the demon who thinks he knows everything. We make quite the pair, huh?”

“Do you trust me? Good, you shouldn’t.”

“If you ask me — which, no one ever does, but hey, when has that stopped me — …”

“I’m sure it feeds that knowledge hungry gremlin that’s apparently forever tap dancing across your neurons.”

“Don’t look right now, okay? Look at me. Look at my eyes. Yeah, like that. Just keep looking at me. Shhh… Hi.”

“This place won’t be the end of either of our voices, Starlight. I won’t let it.”

“Kissing you makes me think of lots of things. Some of them are even nice.”

“I wish I could show you Aria. It’s almost as beautiful as you.”

“What are you doing? I know what a hug is, Starlight, don’t be obtuse.”

“All I can tell you is that I fell in love with you two years ago when we got trapped in this place together. And I loved you two years later when I pulled you back in. And I still love you now.”

“I love the way you do that. How you hold my arms like that when I hug you like that. [..] It’s cute. And so are you.”

“But have you considered that means that everything visible here is a kind of illusion? Including… my clothes?”

“You look so heavenly like this, Starlight. Bathed in ethereal light. Gold dripping from gorgeous skin. Lips that taste like cinnamon and hope.”

“I feel things with you, that I’ve only tasted in the hearts of others before.”

“You’re an awakening from a dreamless sleep I didn’t know I’d settled into.”

“You make my heart bound. And you make my cock throb.”

“I’m left threadbare and shuddering in the wake of you.”

“In truth, the limits of my magic are the limit. But I would expend every last ounce of it for you.”

“Only you could leave me speechless. A rare gift.”

“We will be free of this place. But in the meantime, I’ve found a different kind of freedom in knowing you.”

“Deft implements like these deserve praise. I could just say you have nice hands.”

“I’m happy. Even in the midst of literal hell, surrounded by imagined medieval torment of damned souls… with you, I’m happy.”

“Tell me about it. Yes, the boring coffee shop, tell me about it. I want to hear it.”

“Simple pleasures. The things that shouldn’t feel special. But when I imagine them with you, I cherish them.”

“Starlight. Look at me. Please.”

“I do love you. But love is too easily used as an excuse for terrible harm.”

“You have one life. One fragile, beautiful life. Please don’t throw it away.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. Just let me help.”

“The things I feel for you fly in the face of every justifiable fear and suspicion this situation has burned into me. And yet, somehow, because it’s you… I don’t mind that.”

“I’ll grapple with the existence of my people’s ancient gods and them giving us a mission to save the world in a second. Right now I’m just trying to wrap my head around the idea that you don’t fucking hate me.”

“I’ll always find you. I feel you. Like a lighthouse in my senses.”

“In every hell we find ourselves, you’re heaven to me.”

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted avior #redacted starlight #bubbler’s top quotes

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saylessastrology · 11 months

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Favorite Moon Placements/Signs/Aspects 🌝🌙🌛

Moon In Sagittarius:

okay, I’m biased because this is my placement but we are so liiiit! We make great friends! This placement makes the person super straightforward and optimistic! Like we give a fuck but only for a short amount of time. But don’t piss us off because our mouths are foul! We will be mad and vengeful one moment then get bored with the situation the next LoL

Moon in Aries:

This placement is bold af! They don’t hold back on their opinions or emotions. When they are emotionally triggered just let them get it out! Suppressing this placement will result in some serious repercussions! My coworker has this placement and when she has a bad day EVERYBODY KNOWS! You can see the smoke coming out of their ears lol. But they are sooo loveable and warm! They give great hugs too!

Moon in Libra:

These people are so peaceful and pleasant lol. They may have trouble deciding on what to wear or what place to eat but they are never one to make a big fuss out of things. They believe emotions should be expressed in beautiful ways. Even their arguments have a “let’s solve this” tone.

Moon in Cancer:

I truly think these people are the most fiery of the water signs! They are soft and cuddle until you trigger them. I also think they are so moody because of the many phases of the moon always changing. You’ll know when they are pissed. The way they go off is like someone’s fed-up mother who’s about to whoop your ass! Lol scary stuff

Moon in 8th house or Scorpio:

I love these placements because these people really know how to connect emotionally with their loved ones. They love and feel deeply. The way they protect their loved ones is soo cute like a mamma bear defending their cubs. They have so much emotional self-control until they can no longer suppress it.

Moon in 5th house or Leo

(biased again hehe) These people are FUN! We love a good time and tend to come alive when we are out on the town! In our opinion emotional expression should feel fun and dramatic! When we get emotional we expect your full attention or we will feel neglected and ignored! We are the type of friend to drunkenly shout “omg I like be you guys!” to our friends in a quiet public area and you BETTER say it back or we will cry lmao

Moon trine/sextile/conjunct Mars

These people are naturally impulsive but their intentions are perfectly lined up with their emotions. It’s not that they don’t think before they act, they just believe their actions are justified based on the emotions they feel. I notice many women with this placement are real “girls girls” who know how to make and balance friendships with women and men equally because their masculine and feminine energies do not throw each other off.

Moon aspecting Neptune

These people must to be protected at all times! ❤️ They are so soft and sensitive to the world around them. They can pick up on your hidden emotions and verbally translate them in mystical ways you’ve never thought of. They see things differently from everyone else. They can find the most redeeming qualities in even the worst people. They also tend to forgive and forget waay too soon.

Moon aspecting Saturn or Capricorn moon

Rather it be a hard or soft aspect these people are extremely emotionally determined individuals. They possess the emotional strength to bound back from life’s most challenging obstacles. I love how sweet and mature these people are when it comes to expressing their emotions. Even when they are in a heightened emotional state, they still have control over their reactions. This is another placement that needs a hug because they are SOOOO hard on themselves for simply being human and feeling emotional. They may have grown up with an emotionally suppressive parent or guardian that taught them that their emotions are not as important as others. BREAK FREE MOON/SATURN! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ You deserve emotional freedom too!

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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We Aren’t A Joke | Poly!Lost Boys x Plus Size! G/N Reader

Warnings: Fatshaming, self-hatred, touchy vampires, nothing else. They/them pronouns but can be read as any gender really, no editing,

A/N: This might end up being its own little thing because there’s more I want to write but this just needed out of my head. I think I want to have blurbs with this reader and the boys and such.

The boardwalk was practically empty. The holiday season had passed and the lull between Christmas and spring break was in full swing. David was in an almost trancelike state, staring at no one, in particular, his belly was warm and full from the hunt the night before. Truly, a night of relative quiet for the rowdy bikers.

David tossed his cigarette over the side of the pier into the water below, he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Paul.

“Holy shit,”

David looked at Paul and then in the direction he was staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. The cool wind picked up just then and he had to hold back an animalistic groan at the smell that washed over him.

Hell, he could practically feel all of his mates grumbling at the smell. David hadn’t realized he’d shut his crystal blue eyes until they fluttered back open to see what he knew was the next member of their little family.

He wanted them. He wanted them… now.

They hadn’t even looked at him and his boys, their plump little future mate was enticed by a table of trinkets. David couldn’t resist raking over their sexy body, taking in each soft curve and dip. Cute. Very cute. They were in a thick sweater, one much too big on them which was only slightly disappointing for David, hugely disappointing for Paul who was practically bouncing to get to them.

In fact, David watched as Paul bounded over like a golden retriever.

“Hey, sugar,” he said into their ear. “You all alone tonight?”

They backed up in surprise and glanced behind Paul at the other boys who were watching in love-sick awe. David could hear their heart race.

“I’m not interested,” they said quickly.

Paul looked like he was gut punched.

“Aw, come on babe. We can go for a ride. Get something to eat,” He almost sang out.

David had a feeling he should have been the first one to talk to their mate, not Paul. David and the other boys began to close in on the two.

“I just don’t want to be a part of… whatever this is… joke… dare…. Whatever.”

“Joke,” David seethed. “You think we’re a joke,”

They bit their lip. “Not necessarily you. I’m the butt of the joke here,”

Dwayne looked at them, thinking. He had a bad feeling about this whole situation, and he could feel the radiation of rage off of Marko. All of them would fight for any of their mates, but Marko was always the first to jump in. Swing fists and fangs and ask questions later.

“We just want to get to know you, sugar. You are just… irresistible,” Paul smiled. “At least tell us your name?”

Despite their better judgment and past experience in these situations, they gave in.

“I’m…(Y/n),” they said awkwardly. “And I don’t want to be part of the ‘dare the friend to ask out the fat person’ game,”

They were getting frustrated; they could feel their usual reaction starting to build. They could all feel it. David moved, pushing Paul back and running a leather-clad hand over their plush cheek. His blue eyes felt like they were reaching inside their soul.

“Sweetheart,” he said, leaning into their ear. “I promise we aren’t going to hurt you,”

His breath was cold, or perhaps the night chill got to them. They tucked their hands around their middle, trying to shield themselves from the cool Santa Carla wind.

“Come on, princex,” David encouraged.

He had them, he just needed to pull them in.

“I-I don’t even know you,” they said with a soft sigh.

They pulled back from David’s grasp, causing him to growl slightly. He didn’t like that. Not at all, even if it’s just from some silly human insecurity. They belonged to him and his boys, they were going to keep them if he had to drag them back to the cave by force.

“I’m Dwayne,” spoke the quietest. “That is David. Marko. And Paul. We promise we aren’t going to hurt you, princex,”

His words were so sincere. The way he looked at them made their heart flutter.

They sighed, defeated. Marko smiled approaching them and throwing an arm around them in whatever way he could reach. His fingers pressed into their soft flesh and he wanted to die at the softness. Hell, he would die for their softness, and he barely knew them.

“Dove, we are going to keep you safe,” the cherub said.

“I’m sorry, but how often do four very beautiful men come up to a fat person and really want to be around them… in any capacity? I don’t want to be abandoned in some parking lot in the middle of nowhere just because it’s funny to mess with ‘piggy’” they air quoted.

“The fuck?” Paul said loudly.

“Yeah, what the actual fuck. Who did that?” Marko was gripped onto them tighter, almost bruising the soft flesh.

David snaked his arm around them nudging a silently protesting Marko away. They began to walk, their human in the middle as they flanked them.

“Why don’t we go for a ride, kitten? I’ll prove that we want nothing but the best for you, sweetheart,” David promised. “You’ll ride with me,”

“Ride?” they were in front of four motorcycles that seemed to reflect each boy’s personality. “Oh, I’ve never--,”

A gentle pinch at their ribs caused them to squeak adorably, Marko walked around them with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, it’s fun.” The smallest of the group said.

He had a devilish grin that (Y/n) couldn’t help but find heart-meltingly cute. Without warning, David wrapped his arms around their middle, as if they had been dating for years and it was the most natural thing.

“I promise to keep you safe, just trust me,”

The scruff of his facial hair rubbed against their tender skin, and they could have sworn the bleach blonde took in a deep breath of their scent.

David mounted his bike and held out his hand to help them onto the back of his. Once on, he grabbed their hands and forced them to press directly against his back wrapping their arms firmly around his middle.

They just felt… right.

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #david x reader #paul x reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #tlb x reader #tlb x you #tlb imagines #lost boys x chubby reader

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A Two Fanged Approach

Micaela O'Hara x F!Reader X Miguel O'Hara (+18) Miguel's variant from another universe, Micaela O'Hara, is visiting, and all he wants to do is get her off his back. It's your job, he says, to keep her busy, but Micaela doesn't appreciate being ignored. Word count: 6658

Contents: Muscle dom femme, rough body play, size kink, oral (reader giving and recieving), finger play, biting, PinV sex, degradation and praise, voyeruism, dom/sub dynamic, threeway w the O'Hara variants. CW: Workplace power dynamic, implied age gap (Micaela & Miguel are older than reader but reader is an adult).

Notes: was thinking about how female spiders are always like twice the size/scarier than male spiders and this happened, forgive me please lmao

‘Oh- sorry!’

You hurriedly bent to grab your papers from the floor, all while trying to garble an apology to the spider you’d just run into. You would have stayed longer to be polite but you were in a real hurry, so you just thew your apology over your shoulder before hurrying back down the long corridor ahead.

You’d been summoned to Miguel’s office, which shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, you had been hired to help him with office and secretarial duties, so being summoned by him should be a regular occurrence, right?

Well, not for you. Miguel didn’t want help. He didn’t want a flighty little soft human bothering him with reminders, or touching any of his stuff. You’d mostly been relegated off to helping Spider Byte instead.

That is, until today.

As you approached the darkened entrance to his office you heard him call.

‘In here.’

You were always surprised that he knew you were coming, especially since he didn’t have senses like the others. You supposed your footsteps must echo.

‘Yes, sir! Coming!’

You shifted through the open door and almost immediately had to catch yourself from falling. Miguel’s office was covered in old, unfinished projects and loose electronics, making it a minor nightmare to traverse.

You hopped and scurried your way over to his floating desk, which was just a meter or so in the air.

‘Hi! Sir, yes, I’m- here. I’m here.’

Miguel turned to glance at you, his face just barely lit by the dim blue light of his monitors. His red eyes were all you could clearly see.

‘Good.’

He grunted his approval before turning back. As he turned your eyes darted, taking in the enormous, forebodingly dark room that Miguel called home, when your eyes fell on something strange. There was someone beside him. Someone huge, someone shrouded in shadow.

You frowned; who was that? You hadn’t seen anyone of that stature here before.

‘This is my- variant. Or, one of them’ Miguel said. Variant? That means this was another version of him, from a different universe? You’d never met any of his variants before.

He waved his hand dismissively at the person beside him, urging them to do an introduction. With a reluctant huff the shadowy figure stepped out into the light.

You felt your heart nearly triple over in your chest.

It was a woman. An enormous, perfectly muscled woman, peering down at you with cold and curious eyes.

And oh god, she was beautiful.

She had a similar facial structure to her counterpart. Strong jaw, sharp nose, almond eyes and thick, dark hair in a messy, curly cloud around her neck and shoulders. With the same brown skin and the same red eyes, they could have been twins.

But she was huge, easily a good few inches taller than her already hefty counterpart, and just as strong.

Your eyes seemed to move on their own, gawking at her broad rounded shoulders and heaving biceps. She was wearing the same skintight suit as Miguel in that classic blue and red scheme, which made every muscle in her body pop. Her chest was tightly bound beneath her suit but the holographic fabric clung to the counters of her form, highlighting the thickness of her waist above her broad hips.

And her thighs. They could crush you in seconds, perfectly sculpted with tense muscles and fat. They made you weak just looking at them.

Her brow went up as you mouthed at her like an idiot. You ducked your head in embarrassment.

‘Sorry, ah- Hi, it’s good to meet yo—’

‘This is Micaela’ Miguel said, quickly cutting you off. You noticed she seemed annoyed by this. Even from here you could pick up the way her full lips started to curl with disdain. Miguel didn’t bother to turn, so he remained oblivious.

‘Hi’ Micaela said, just as curt as her counterpart. You straightened to attention.

‘Ah- hi! It’s good um- I haven’t, seen you around here before.’

She cocked her head just a little. ‘You sound like that’s a bad thing.’

You felt your throat go dry. ‘I, sorry? I didn’t—’

‘Stammering. Cute. I don’t come by often because he’s a petulant child, that’s why you haven’t seen me’ she said as she cut you off. You awkwardly closed your mouth.

‘Sorry to disappoint. You looked so- excited to see me.’ Her voice dipped as she spoke, lingering on those last four words.

You hadn’t expected her to be so cocky, so confident. Miguel was stoic, cold and quiet, but her? She was blunt, but that’s where it seemed to end. And god, now you’d made yourself look like such an idiot in front of her. Could she sense it? Could she tell what you were thinking?

‘You.’

You bolted to attention as Miguel addressed you. He hadn’t bothered to turn to you either, but he had pointed a single claw in your direction.

‘Ah- yes?’ you stammered.

‘I need you to show her around, keep her busy until the meeting later. Can you—’

‘I came here to help.’

You jumped as Micaela cut him off with a bark of her own. Miguel sighed.

‘I know. And I told you, I don’t need—’

‘Ay por Dios- you need help! Your code is garbage’ she snapped. She’d put her hands on her hips and was physically leering over Miguel at this point. You noticed for the first time the bead of sweat on his forehead. Was he trying not to look intimidated?

She snapped her claws when Miguel refused to turn.

‘¡Oye, penedjo! Mírame.’

With a low grunt he pushed his holographic screen aside and spun on his heel to face her. You noticed he had to tilt his head back to meet her gaze.

You instinctively took a step back. Were you supposed to be seeing this?’

Not that you minded, though. You were such a secret slut for these big, hardened brutes after all. Just seeing them flex at each other forced you to clamp your thighs.

‘I agreed to let you attend the meeting’ Miguel said through gritted teeth. ‘That’s all I owe you. This is MY organisation, I set the rules. I don’t want you breathing down my neck.’

‘If you didn’t want me down your neck you should have learned to be competent’ she drawled sarcastically. The two narrowed their eyes in unison.

‘I said no’ he barked, and once again he pointed at you.

‘Go, take her- somewhere. I don’t care where!’

‘Don’t care where?!'

As the two devolved into another argument you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller.

‘I- I’m sorry, I’ll just- I’ll see myself out’ you mumbled. Neither seemed to hear, and so you hurried back out of his office. Their argument grew muffled in the distance.

For a few minutes you decided to pause in the corridor, your back pressed to the wall. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. God, what a shame. You’d been excited at the chance to spend time with that terrifying woman, but, maybe this was for the best. You’d probably have made a fool of yourself.

You faintly heard their argument come to an end. Silence fell over the hall.

Best to get out of here, you thought, and so you hurried to leave.

But then, right as you were about to turn a corner into the main hall, something slammed into the metal wall beside your head. The bang was enough to make you jump out of your skin.

‘AH—’

‘Hey. You.’

You spun around only to find yourself caged against the wall, your body fully eclipsed by the shadow of your assailant.

It was her. Micaela.

You felt sweat beading on your face all over again. She was so much bigger up close, how? How was that possible? You felt her breath hit your forehead and physically pinched yourself to stop whining out loud.

‘You were assigned to me’ she said, curt and to the point. You nodded.

‘Ah- I, was but you didn’t- you said you didn’t, need me.’

‘Your boss is pissing me off’ she hissed.

You noticed how they had the same inflection in their voices. The same cold, tired, drawl of a voice, verging on the edge of sarcasm.

‘Ah- I could tell. I’m- I’m sorry.’

‘He does this every time. None of our other variants are this rude.’

‘I- I’m, sure it’s just a bad day for him’ you mumbled. She wasn’t listening.

‘I’m annoyed. He has- annoyed him. And I don’t like, being annoyed.’

You slowly nodded, trying your best not to gawk at her again. ‘Ah… ahuh. Of course, ma’am.’

‘So. You’re gonna help me.’

You blinked, rapidly, as her eyes bore into your soul. You spotted her lick her fang and nearly fainted as all the blood rushed from your head to your loins.

‘F- aha, uh- sure, how- h-how can I help, ma’am?’ you said with an awkward laugh.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, just barely allowing a slither of that bloody red light to escape. You felt her hand pushing into the metal so hard it creaked and dented.

‘You were looking at me’ she said, her voice dipping.

You squeaked, your eyes widening. Just as quickly you averted them to the side. Shit, shit, you idiot, you berated yourself internally. You idiot, how are you so—

‘Good.’

You felt something brush your chin, something just out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t see it, but you felt it sting. She slowly tilted you back to face her.

It was her claw. She was poking her claw right at the underside of your jaw. You swallowed, hard, something she must have felt on her hand as she smiled.

‘I prefer when people are- honest. I prefer when I know what they want. I know what you want from me.’

You tried to nod but she refused to move her claw. It dug in again, sharp and stiff, forcing you to stay still.

‘What do you want from me?’ she asked.

Your eyes flitted across her face, noting the dark red eyes and bared fangs. You felt her claw gently brushing your skin, shifting down to your jugular. You tried to ignore the wet patch of slick now coating your panties.

‘I… I want, to please you’ you stammered.

Her smug grin widened; she seemed pleased. ‘Good. In that case, I have a job for you.’

You barely had time to make a sound as she began dragging you away. She pulled you by the wrist back towards Miguel’s office, but right before you’d have re-entered his domain she twisted you around into a storage room to the left.

She quickly shut the door at her back, leaving you both in the empty room. You noted the empty shelves, the cold hard floor, and most of all the air vent connecting the locker to his office.

‘What- what, did you need—’

‘Shut up.’

You squeaked as her lips hit yours.

‘Mm- Mm!’

Her lips were ravenous from the start. Full and rough they quickly parted, allowing her tongue to bully yours until she was down your throat. You felt your legs nearly gave way as she groped at your waist.

When she pulled back you were panting, your jaw covered in your joint saliva. She licked your spit from her lips.

‘Ah- m-ma’am’ you whined dreamily.

‘He wants me busy, I’ll get busy. I’ll make sure he knows I’m very busy.’

Your body was abruptly thrust into the locker wall.

‘Ah- m-ma’am, I’m- happy to help, but—’

Your soft pleading turned to pathetic mewls as she pressed her full weight against you. Your ribs were squeezed as she smothered your whole body, as if taking away your breath was just an effortless act. She kissed you a few more times like that, leaving you gasping for air each time.

‘If I come all the way out here for his stupid meeting, I better get something out of it. And I want that stubborn fuck to hear it.’

She used one hand to roughly yank your shirt open, relishing in the little squeak of a moan you gave.

‘You wanna get fucked, nenita?’ she whispered.

You didn’t even hesitate. You nodded, your thighs rubbing as you nestled up to her. ‘Please, please, y-yes.’

‘Good.’

She took a moment to fondle your chest, admiring the way you coyly looked to the side. She knew you weren’t embarrassed by her touches. She knew deep down you were embarrassed at how much you enjoyed being so easy.

‘I never get to fuck anything’ she grunted.

You squirmed as her hand started to slip down the front of your suit pants, eagerly squishing your belly as she went.

‘Everyone is too- weak, or scared of me. But you—’

You bit your tongue so hard to avoid moaning that you tasted blood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She bared her teeth against your cheek, a low hiss reverberating against your skin.

‘Do your job’ she barked.

You cracked immediately, letting out a loud moan. Her self-satisfied smile and accompanying grunt only made you weaker.

‘There. Better. Let him hear it. Say my name.’

‘Mi- Micaela, please—’

Your breath was stolen as she slipped her fingers beneath your panties. They were hard, calloused from years of climbing and lifting, and cruelly cold. The rush of her fingertips playing with your clit was enough to make you quiver.

‘You’re supposed to help me out’ she said. ‘Huh? Big man wants you to help me, cariño, so help me out.’

You were burning up with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

You didn’t want your boss to hear you like this, but you knew he could. The grate between his office and here was right above your head. It would echo into his room for sure.

Her hand dug a little deeper, eagerly pressing circles into your clit as it throbbed. Your hips squirmed but her firm grip kept you in place.

‘Come on nena, just a little- louder—’

‘A-AH!’

You moaned aloud as she pushed down and slipped one finger inside you, pushing right through the wetness and up to your g-spot.

In the other room Miguel froze. He was halfway through typing out a message when he heard it. He’d sensed the mild commotion and thought nothing of it, but now he knew. He heard your moan and his counterparts order, and now they were ringing in his head.

He swallowed, hard, only to find his throat was dry. He tried to keep working.

She bit her lip as you panted, now impaled on her rough hand with your back against the wall.

‘Good girl’ she whispered. Having now gotten what she wanted her roughness slowly began to recede. She could feel her own blood pumping, and all she craved right now was to see pretty little tears on your overstimulated face.

‘You’re a sweet thing’ she murmured. Your eyes rolled as she finger fucked you, your hips wriggling incessantly to drive her deeper. You’d lost all sense of shame at this point; you’d do anything for her attention.

‘Can’t believe he hasn’t made a move. Or do you not like him?’

You mewled again as her lips hit your neck. She had to physically lift you up the wall to reach, with one hand down your panties and the other gripping your waist to hold your weight, all so her mouth could start tenderly tasting your flesh.

She could taste the sweat, the thud of your pulse in your jugular, and most importantly your hair standing on end. She could hear every desperate pant.

‘Do you like me?’ she whispered. You frantically nodded.

‘You do?’

She cruelly shifted her hand and pushed two fingers inside, starting to slowly stretch you out. Your legs kicked in midair as you winced. Two fingers wouldn’t have usually been so bad, but god, she was huge.

‘You like me?’ she repeated, her fingers arching up into your cunt. She could feel your slick pooling and slipping down her hand.

‘Y—Yes, yes—yes, I like you’ you whined.

And just like that, she dropped you. Her hands drew back and you fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, just barely catching your own weight. You looked up to catch her admiring her hand. She let you see your slick on her fingers, the shiny little strings clinging to the gaps between her claws.

‘I—did, I’m sorry, did I do something wro—’

‘No.’

You watched with wide eyes as she fell to her own knees, gently tugging you forward by the ankle. She lay you flat on your back against the hard floor. ‘No, you did nothing wrong. You’re my good girl.’

Your eyelids fluttered in response to her soft praise. It was the perfect distraction, as she then went right into ripping your suit apart.

‘But I’m gonna need you to be bad for me.’

You squeaked as she clawed your suit from throat to cunt, easily splitting the material in two. In seconds you were naked.

‘W-Wait, I needed that—’

‘Mmm. That’s better.’

Micaela raised her hand and waved away her own holographic suit, revealing beneath a firm white tank-top binder and a matching white thong. They sat so pretty on her warm skin; you damn near choked at the sight.

She was just so pretty. Beneath the suit you could see the scars on her thickened abs. You could see that she didn’t bother to shave, leaving dark hair coated her armpits. You saw she had a little snail trail of dark hair on her navel, the perfect arrow pointing down to her inner thighs. You struggled not to stare.

As she stretched you got to see her bare biceps flex. You knew those things could crush you in a second, and secretly prayed that they would.

‘Come here, nena.’

With one hand she pinned your wrists above your head and used the other to roughly grab at your chest. You gasped at the feel of her palm as it squished and kneaded your breast, eagerly letting the flesh squeeze between her thick fingers. She was biting her lip again at this point.

‘Everyone’s so afraid of me’ she purred. ‘But those sounds you make- fuck, that’s so pretty.’

She bent down and ran her tongue around your nipple as you squirmed, relishing in the pathetic begging that dripped from your lips. You could feel her shifting your breast up to her lips.

‘Are you scared of me?’ she whispered.

In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.

‘Y-Yeah, but—’

‘But you like that, don’t you?’

You nodded again, uncaring how you looked at this point. You were aching to be touched. Your poor pussy had been stretched out and then abandoned, and now all you could feel was her hot breath on your sensitive chest.

To your great relief, she smiled at that.

‘Good girl. Smart girl.’

She mercifully began to suck on your breast, all while her hand drifted back down. With your body now naked and spread on the floor it was easy for her fingers to slip back inside you, squishing and filling those warm walls with her thick digits.

You squirmed on her hand, whining at the sensation, which unfortunately was to her displeasure. She released your breast with a soft pop and bit your shoulder instead.

‘A-AH—’

‘Be good’ she hissed as she unclamped your skin. She’d just barely pierced it.

‘Y-Yes, sorry. I’ll be good.’

Her smile made you dizzy. ‘Good girl. That’s it. Now stay still.’

You struggled to obey as her lips returned to your chest, eagerly sucking one after and other until your nipples were perky and hardened. Her fingers went right back to fucking her name out of your mouth.

‘F-Fuck, Micaela—’

‘That’s it. Louder.’

‘Micaela!’

Her fingers got harder, rougher, squishing in and out until you squirted over her palm.

‘Louder.’

‘Micaela! Please, fuck--!’

Her thumb hit your swollen clit as she continued to pulse her digits inside you.

‘You want me to let my claws slip?’ she purred. You spasmed with pleasure at just the thought.

‘MM- Fuck- fuck ‘s so good, please--!’

BANG.

You jolted as someone hit the door.

‘¡OYE! Micaela, that’s enough!’

All the blood rushed from your face. Shit, shit, shit. It was Miguel.

To your horror Micaela didn’t stop. She continued fucking your spread cunt in view of the door while her tender lips kissed your chest, forcing you to bite back your moans.

‘How ‘bout you stop me?’ she snapped back.

For a moment there was silence, and you were sure Miguel must have left. But you were horribly mistaken.

The door swung open, bouncing on its hinges as it slammed into the opposing wall. Miguel’s terrifying figure filled the door.

You squirmed desperately but Micaela kept you down.

‘You are so—’

He froze as his eyes adjusted to the light.

He was met with the sight of your naked body on the floor, your suit in tatters, with Micaela eagerly spreading you wide as she continued to suck on your breasts. You were forced to make eye contact with him as you whimpered and moaned.

‘Y—’

Miguel choked on any response he could have given.

He had to just stand there, watching, until Micaela finally drew back her lips.

‘Thanks for lending me this one’ Micaela purred. Her grip tightened on your wrists until they hurt, just to show off her bulging biceps. She continued to slowly fill you up as Miguel just stared.

You could see his suit straining to contain his cock as it throbbed. Your face burned with embarrassment as he got a full view of your spread legs and your soft, tight, barely touched pussy.

You hated it, but you kind of wanted him to see. You wanted to feel how his calloused hands would handle you. God, were you always this desperate?

‘Mm—’

Miguel bit back a soft moan, something Micaela quickly picked up. Her eyes glinted as she formed a new plan.

‘You can have her.’

You saw Miguel’s eyes dart back as she spoke. You whined as Micaela withdrew her fingers, letting him gawk at your spread cunt. It was dripping wet, hot and pulsing, clenching around nothing. She spread her claws wide so he could see the strings of slick still clinging to them.

‘Go on, nena. You want poor, sad, lonely Miguel to fuck you?’ Micaela cooed.

You couldn’t help it. You kept your eyes closed as you couldn’t bear to face him, but you nodded.

Micaela noticed Miguel palming his cock through his suit. His eyes were on your chest, on your trembling thighs, and they were hungry.

‘I’ll let you fuck her too, but- only if you let me help you.’

Miguel curled his lip, flashing just the inch of a fang. ‘I don’t need your permission’ he grunted. ‘If she wants it, I’ll fuck her.’

The words made you mewl with delight, and he began to palm him cock even harder. His enjoyment was short lived, however, as Micaela was once again displeased.

She reared herself up and bared her teeth, eagerly flexing her back and shoulder muscles. It was a territorial display.

Despite his neediness, Miguel backed down. Female spiders were always bigger, after all. Bigger, stronger, and most famously known for devouring males who got in their way.

Despite how terrifying Miguel was to everyone else, he was stuck in a room with the one person who outranked him: himself. He sighed.

‘Fine. You can help. Now- hand her over.’

Micaela smirked. She gave you one long, lingering kiss before shuffling to your head, making room for Miguel. You prepared yourself to be used by both of them.

When he dropped down to his knees he grabbed your thighs first, gently squeezing the fat and muscle before grabbing your ankles to push your legs up. You obediently folded for him. After all, you didn’t have a choice. He was so strong that if he pushed any harder he could have snapped your bones.

‘Good girl’ he grunted. ‘I’ll try to be gentle. Just- be still for me.’

Even now he was still so stilted, so professional.

You watched as he phased away his suit, revealing that he was almost completely naked underneath spare a thin pair of boxers. When he yanked them down his erect cock sprung out so hard that it slapped his lower belly before hitting your clit, smearing your thighs and labia with thick beads of precum.

Your breath came ragged as you struggled to contain yourself.

He was girthy to say the least, his cock veiny and firm, and he was covered in dark hair from his chest to his pelvis. His skin was scarred and rough. He was so pretty.

‘Good girl’ he repeated. You watched him stroke himself a couple of times as his free hand gently brushed your sex. He used two fingers to spread your lips, seeming almost curious as he stroked over those sensitive folds. You squirmed a little.

‘Sh. I said still.’

Despite his attempt to sound gentle he couldn’t help but order you around. You obediently lay back, much to Micaela’s amusement. She started showering your face with kisses as you were both made to wait.

‘Ay, que chula’ Miguel mumbled to himself. Just out of the corner of your eye, you could see him rubbing his cock against your folds. You could see his abs rolling and tensing with each slow snap of his hips, and the gorgeous way his eyes rolled and closed as he savoured the feeling.

You would have gawked at him longer had Micaela not demanded your attention once more.

Your head was jerked back into position as she suddenly mounted your face. Her hefty thighs came down on either side of your skull, caging you in, and you got to watch as she stretched and arched her back above you. It was awe inspiring, enough to make you weak.

You felt rather than saw Miguel preparing your body. You felt him spreading your legs as he got onto his knees, spreading your cunt, pushing his own muscled body into a mounting position. He had you in a mating press.

You whimpered slightly. Micaela was sitting with her legs on your arms so you couldn’t move at all, you were forced to stay very still as Miguel began angling himself.

‘Remember, nena, your job was to keep me busy, and now it’s to be good so I can get what I want’ Micaela purred. She slid a finger into your mouth to keep you distracted while Miguel began pushing in. You winced; You could feel his bulbous member pushing at your cunt, and even through you’d been pre-stretched you could feel it was going to be a tight squeeze.

You clenched just an inch of his cock and he grunted.

‘Mmm- fuck, it’s been too long’ he whined. ‘You’re so tight already.’

‘Be nice to her old man, don’t hurt her to much’ Micaela teased.

‘Not my fault she likes them older, or- bigger’ he grunted. You squeaked and choked on her finger as you felt him press his claws into your legs, pushing them down as he shuffled into a more comfortable position.

He was going to fuck you.

‘Shh, you can take it’ Micaela purred. ‘You want it big, don’t you? You want to help me out.’

You internally braced.

‘Just focus on me, focus on me—’

‘MM—!’

You cried aloud as he started to pump his cock inside you. He got about halfway in with his first thrust, easily splitting you in half, but to bottom out he had to gently hump to get your muscles to loosen. He was smart enough to put his thumb on your clit to help ease you up, and it worked a treat.

A few hard thrusts later and he’d penetrated you completely. A low, guttural groan reverberated in his throat as he came to a stop, willing himself still to enjoy the sensation.

You could feel the bite of his pelvic muscles on your thighs, the pressure of his balls on your ass as he squeezed up against you. There was a slight burn as he stretched you, a deep-seated ache where his shaft was kissing your cervix. For you, though, that was part of the fun.

‘F-Fuck, yes—’

‘Oo, she likes you’ Micaela teased. ‘You like the little toy I got for us nena, huh?’

‘Fuck you’ Miguel grunted back. You squeaked as the two suddenly hissed at each other, fangs bared and shoulders tensed, leaving you trapped beneath the two. You felt your heart thudding against your frail little ribs as you realized, truly, what you’d done.

You’d let this terrifying, infinitely powerful woman strip you naked and pin you to the floor, and on top of that you’d then let your equally terrifying boss penetrate you on his fat cock. Two people with far too much power over you, two people who could crush you in a second. Older, more experienced, more established, both holding your bare body down in a closet to be fucked.

And fuck was it good. You involuntarily shivered and moaned, your muscles clenching Miguel tight. Immediately he retracted his fangs and groaned right back. Micaela’s surprise overtook her anger.

‘Oh? Nena, you little slut.’ She turned back to you and smirked, tenderly tilting your chin. ‘Sorry, were we not paying you enough attention? Go ahead Miguel, fuck her silly.’

The two decided to forget their grievances in exchange for your body. Miguel wouldn’t dare actually snap at Micaela, as he couldn’t stand the idea of her pushing him out. He could take a little degradation for this pussy. For that tight, wet, fuckable pussy, he’d take anything.

Your eyes rolled as he started to jolt your body back and forth.

‘Are you a good toy, Miguel?’ she called over her shoulder.

‘Yes’ he grunted threw gritted teeth. To stabilize his ego he started to thrust harder, firmly smacking his hips into your rear. A thick, lurid symphony began to fill that small room; the wet squish of your cunt, the heavy breathing from Miguel, the soft giggling from Micaela and the smack of his pelvis on your ass.

‘Do you fuck all the visitors who come here?’ Micaela whispered. She saw you whimper and grinned, her fangs flashing.

‘Is this even the first time you’ve fucked your boss? It wouldn’t be if you were from my universe’ she purred. ‘I’d have you bent over my desk 24/7, and you know I wouldn’t stop if someone came in. I bet he tries to hide you.’

‘No’ Miguel grunted. ‘She’s- a good girl, usually, I didn’t know she- mmm, fuck- was so cock hungry.’

‘Then you’re an idiot’ Micaela scoffed. ‘I knew right away. Or, maybe she just doesn’t like you as much.’

‘Ah-- I’d say- she likes me just fine.’

As if to prove his point Miguel thrust in deep, just barely kissing your cervix. You cried out as your body jolted.

‘She just needs a little extra me, then.’

You watched from your frozen position as she started to gently push her thong aside, revealing her bare sex just inches from your lips. She noted your wet lips, your soft pants, your dreamy expression as you were fucked into a state of dumb pleasure.

‘You want to keep me busy, nena?’ she asked softly. You jumped at the chance.

‘Ah- fuck, yes- please, please—’

‘My god, you slut. You know I could crush your head right?’

You felt her thighs squeezing in on either side of your head, applying a firm but controlled dose of fear.

Miguel gasped as you clenched him in response, eagerly squirting slick all over his thighs.

‘Ah- fuck, whatever you’re doing, do more of it’ he panted.

‘Oh, does she like that?’

Her thighs tightened again, squeezing every stupid thought out of your pretty little head. All you could hear now was the faint, muffled smack of Miguels cock entering you over, and over, and over again. You felt like your eyes hit the back of your skull.

‘¡Oye! You don’t get to stop.’

She snapped her claws as a warning, and in a frantic move you parted your lips in preparation. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she slowly lowered her pussy to your mouth. She smothered you with it.

Her soft moans were so unbearably gratifying. It was enough to give you goosebumps.

You moved your lips and started gently sucking on the soft nub of her clit, eagerly arching your neck to get closer. God, she tasted so fucking good. So soft, velvety and warm, throbbing on your tongue.

‘Fuck- your tongue is so soft’ she breathed.

You widened your lips so you could taste more, tongue more, carefully winding it over her spread lips. Every one of your senses was bombarded here. Her smell, the smell of sweat and body spray and body oil, mixed with the taste and the warmth and the soft sound of her moaning.

Between the feeling of Miguel slipping inside you, his cock eagerly throbbing in your guts, and Micaela’s soft pussy drenching your lips, you were utterly lost. You were their pet at this point.

You squeaked slightly as she started to ride your face.

‘That’s it, good girl. Put that pretty mouth to good use for once.’

You started to suck harder as she continued to grind against your tongue.

You were torn between the two. Your cunt had been absolutely ravaged by Miguel. You were a gaping mess utterly stuffed with his cock, dripping pre-cum and slick onto the floor until a puddle formed around your ass. You could feel his claws digging in as he rutted between your legs, his breathing rapidly getting harder and harder.

And Micaela, that beautiful woman, had ravaged everything else. Your head was faint, your face wet with her slick, your tongue and jaw exhausted. Your soul was broken. She’d broken you down and you didn’t care one bit.

You let your mind go blank as they both started speeding up to completion.

‘Can- mm, fuck, so tight- can I make her cum?’ Miguel panted. He was pussy drunk at this point, barely getting the words out.

‘You’re asking permission now?’ Micaela scoffed.

He grunted with disdain for her smug attitude, but he did bow his head.

‘Yes, just—fuck—I want to feel it.’

‘Mm… What do you think nena, do you want to cum?’

Your words were completely muffled by her pussy. You tried to say yes but she refused to move, instead biting her lip as you were forced to continue gently eating her out.

‘Mmhm. I think she said yes, but, she wants me to make her cum.’

Micaela carefully arched her back, leaning her arm around until it found your belly. She drifted one finger down to your swollen clit, teasing it lightly, watching for your response. You immediately screamed.

‘MMF—!’

Your clit was throbbing, pulsing, desperate for relief. Just that single brush was enough to almost make you cum. You squirted all over Miguel’s thighs for the second time.

‘M-mm- Tu pucha está apretada, estás mojadita’ Miguel whined to himself.

‘I think you’ve pussy whipped that man’s soul out of his body’ Micaela giggled down at you. You didn’t need her to tell you that though; the rough, heavy bulge in your belly from where Miguel was aggressively fucking to completion was enough to tell you that.

As Miguel’s thrusts became erratic Micaela continued to move her finger on your clit, pushing you to cum, and you continued pleasuring her with your tongue.

There was a three-way peak, a slow rise to a messy finish. All three of you lost all sense of higher thought. You were teetering on the edge.

Micaela was the first to tip.

She came on your mouth with a guttural cry, her hips bucking of their own volition with each spasm of pleasure. You were fully suffocated beneath her hips.

And that was enough to tip you over too.

Your whole body jolted and tensed as you orgasmed around Miguel’s cock. Your screams were muffled but Micaela felt them, her eyes now closed and her lips parted in a dreamy smile as your pleasure vibrated on her clit.

Your pussy clenched hard and your legs shook harder, which proved too much for Miguel. He couldn’t muster the strength to pull out. His whole body quivered as he came inside you.

‘F-Fuck- that’s it!’

You were dizzy for lack of oxygen. All you could really feel was Micaela’s pussy throbbing as it gushed slick over your mouth and Miguel’s ejaculate filling you to the brim.

It was strangely comforting. It was warm on your sore, overstimulated pussy, thick and heavy as it coated every wall it could. You felt it sliding down your thighs as he slowly rocked to a stop.

Micaela had the sense to move off your face only at the last second before you passed out. She subtly shifted her panties back over, before planting a soft peck on your ravaged lips.

‘Good girl, well done.’

You were utterly spent at this point. You were quivering, naked, hot and wet and coated in multiple fluids. Your lungs were burning from going so long without breathing.

Miguel, too, looked exhausted. His fangs had involuntarily spurted venom and it was now dribbling down his jaw, lighting coating your already messy thighs. Micaela’s turned and snorted at him.

‘Wow. Really? Are you serious?’

He shot her a disdainful glare as he wiped his mouth.

‘You weren’t worried about cumming in her? At all? Aren’t you supposed to be all paranoid about unforeseen consequences?’ she teased.

‘I’ll get it fixed’ he grunted. As you shakily shifted onto your elbows Miguel pulled up his boxers and phased on his suit, fully covering his face. He paused only to lightly pet your head before leaving.

‘Come by and show me your code when you’re decent’ he snapped at Micaela. She smirked to herself.

Without another word to either of you he left, but you could faintly hear him on the other side of the door before he shut it, whispering into his watch.

‘Lyla? Can you, um- can you, move my secretary’s desk into my office? Yes, put it across from mine. Good.’

With Miguel gone you collapsed back onto the floor. Micaela continued to sit with you, her legs crossed and her clawed hand gently soothing your head as she stroked it.

‘He’s going to want to fuck you again’ she purred softly. You let out a low moan.

‘You want him to, don’t you? You want him to bend you over the desk?’

You coyly nodded, much to her amusement.

‘I’ll let you fuck him again’ she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. You watched as she leant back against the wall with one hand behind her head. ‘But, you’re not allowed to cum for him. Make him work for it, but don’t ever give in. And—’

She paused mid-sentence to chuck something at you. When you lifted it to your face, you realized it was a dimensional hopping watch.

‘You come visit me. Then you’ll be permitted to cum, but only then. Only for me.’

‘Y-yes, ma’am’ you stammered. She let out another deep laugh.

‘Oh, nena. You’re such a good girl.’

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