#(in the women’s room fyi)

[asteroidaffection]

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just sexual tension in this chap hehe, more explicit as we go. Gojo is really a dick at first FYI

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 4.2k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? .You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished. This was my first gojo fic so maybe a Lil less put together than my current ones

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Chapter 1

You looked up at him from your desk. You were tired, so damn tired. You needed a fucking break, a long one. Your mind wanders to that vacation away from Tokyo that will never happen, not because you don’t have vacation days or money. Nope, it was  because you work far too fucking much, twelve to sixteen hour days sometimes. For him, your damn boss, Satoru Gojo.

Always asking you to stay late, always running his errands, saving his ass, covering for him. Writing speeches, making presentations, finding him dates even. When Gojo wanted something, he got it, and it didn't matter if it ruined every plan you ever had, you had to get it done for him.

He ran casinos, owned a hotel, a nightclub, you name it, Satoru Gojo owned it. He’d inherited some from his family but mostly he was self made. Even the tower you worked in, Kamo Tower, was one of the best in the city. Everything Gojo touched seemed to turn to gold, or better yet platinum.

You had been so excited two years ago to be his intern, then ecstatic when you quickly moved up the ranks to be his head assistant. You made good money, enough to send home to your family and take care of them too. But you literally were constantly at that man's beck and call.

Your tired eyes lower as you rest your chin on your hand for a moment, for even last night at two am you'd had to run to his fucking rescue.

You were asleep, but the phone never stops fucking buzzing.

Dick boss: I need you.

You: no.

Dick boss: triple OT pay?

You: fuck. What is it?

Dick Boss: I'm in a bit of a bind…

The bind? Three passed out naked women in his bed, and a room destroyed, that he needed to get fixed so he could sleep. Yeah.

The night before? Well he had urgently needed you to pick out his outfit for his soiree, he was too coked out to pick apparently. And Gojo Satoru had so many three piece suits, ties and shoes, it was actually disgusting.

Nanami Kento walks up to you, overworked from his own boss in the building, a trait you two share as head assistants. He hands you a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, with your name written on it in sharpie, clearly from one of the coffee shops nearby. If you had time to have a fucking life you would have flirted with him, for sure. Maybe he would have, too?

Dirty blonde and handsome, his suit stretched across his muscles just so… and fuck if he didn’t look like he needed a damn vacation too.

“Long night?” Kento asked, grabbing you out of your thoughts, an amused and tired expression on his face. You sigh, nodding.

“Thank you for the coffee. I owe ya one.” You let the sweet liquid hit your lips, eyes peering to Gojo's office. There was some lady in there, pretty as fuck in some crazy attempt at business stripper, but he for some reason was scowling at you. What, you dared to sip coffee and not work for two minutes?

“Not at all. Happy birthday.” 

“Shit that’s today?” You teased, but you did know.

“We don’t really get birthdays.”

“Haha no we don’t. But thank you!”

“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? Gojo is… ugh.” Nanami looked disgusted as he shook his head, pushing up his fancy glasses. You couldn’t help but giggle at that as Nanami walked off.

Your phone rings, because of course Gojo can't just come to you, you must go to him. Your eyes roll.

“Yes, Sir?” You answer the phone, tapping your glittery manicured nails on your desk, the one treat you gave yourself.

“My office.��� That silken command may have excited most women, shit, most human beings, but it was a source of annoyance for you.

“Coming.”

You sighed, hanging up the phone and sipping your coffee. The office coffee usually went cold daily with the amount of shit you had to do. You smooth down your dress, adjusting the buckle of your belt just a tad before walking towards the giant glass office.

Gojo’s office had floor to ceiling windows surrounding it that had a ridiculous view of the cityscape below. You all were on the top floor of Kamo Tower, after all. The air was filled with a faint scent, woodsy and fresh, a signature fragrance that lingered in the space, distinctive to Gojo.

As you enter, you see Gojo himself reclining casually in a lavish chair, his signature Gucci sunglasses on, covering those ridiculous blue eyes. Which you honestly appreciated because he made shit hard to focus, even after two years of working as his assistant.

“Sir?” You stand there cautiously, thinking of just putting in your notice then and fucking there, like that dream you had in your two hours of sleep.

“Status update on my meetings?”

“I sent you them all.” He smirked, arrogant. You grit your teeth. “You have two meetings today, Sir, one for the new hotel partnership, then you have a meeting with Mr. Suguru about your casino. And of course, you have your event tonight.”

“Speaking of that, I need you to come with me tonight for the charity ball.” You sigh, shutting the door behind you, resting your aching head against it.

“I asked for tonight off.” You murmur, and Gojo scoffs, grinning, damn fangs like some vampire glinting from the sun that beamed in. He stands, stretching his long elegant limbs, before he walks closer to you, making the scent of him waft through your senses.

“I'll pay you well. Plus you’ll be going as my date for the event, not going to make you actually work. You'll get to relax and shit. Drinks and food.”

“As your date?” You blink, pursing your lips.

“I know, it’s kinda a dream scenario.” He laughed at his own joke, a habit he certainly had.

“Since when does CEO Satoru need a date? Especially me . I can just arrange you a date like I always do.”

“It's a delicate partnership and I need someone who is smart. Not eye candy. I need you, law school girl. Plus you’re American, and a lot of the people there are too. So it’s a no brainer.” You sighed, the comment about eye candy biting.

Men hit on you pretty frequently, any time you weren’t working, which you could not say was very often. But of course Gojo banged models on the regular, and you had no time to look like a model, you barely had time to slap on some mascara and concealer every day to hide how tired you were.

“So you don't need anyone pretty… is what you're saying.”

He pauses then, frowning at you. “You're very pretty.” He'd never said that. He'd barely complimented your work. You catch your breath; looking up at him, curious how he had gotten just an inch away.

“‘Not eye candy.’”

“We'll no, you dress kinda boring… like business and shit. Not sexy at all. I mean I’ve never seen you not in a business dress unless it’s at night and I call you, then you wear pajama shorts and shit?”

You snort. “I would dress up if I had a life. All I do is work.”

“Exactly, that’s what I mean by not ‘eye candy’. How you dress, not your looks. But I'll make sure your outfit looks killer, no need to thank me.” Gojo winks at you, lowering his shades, those insane cerulean eyes making you overheat against your will. Big and glittering with silver, the irises the prettiest blue that the earth could scarcely recreate. Eyes that made anyone do anything he wanted.

You were almost immune to that by now.

“It's my fucking birthday and you want me to do overtime?” You demand, and frowns with those full lips.

“Birthday?” Gojo looks confused, as if you should not have one of them, for it’s inconvenient.

“Yeah. Twenty-sixth.”

He evaluates you. “Why did I think you were like twenty two?”

“I’m not sure. If I was I wouldn’t even have my law degree yet, baby face maybe. But it’s my third birthday here, and you never give me the day off. I will absolutely not put in OT.”

“What, you have plans, hot shot?” Gojo chuckles, his tone mocking.

No. Sure don't. “Yep.” You lie. He knows.

“Cancel em.” He shakes a hand dismissively and you scowl.

“No.” You cross your arms under your breasts, and his gaze darts down for the briefest of moments.

“No?” No one turned Gojo down. No one ever told the gorgeous CEO no. His six foot four frame hunched as he placed an arm on one side of you, peering down, frown still on his handsome features. You bravely glare back up at him.

“No. Gojo, I'm really exhausted, and I just want to have fun and actually relax for my birthday.”

“Have fun with me. And make killer money. Win win.”

“That's work. Not fun.”

“Hmm.” He tilts your chin up with his long fingers, making you peer up at him, surprised at the contact. “I'll make it fun. Promise. Then I'll give you the day off tomorrow. Deal?”

“I could find you a smart American girl? Eye candy too.”

“You're my best, though, I need you.”

Bastard.

“Ugh. Fine.”

He grins, and you catch a breath as he backs away. “Good. I'll have the outfit brought to your apartment later? I’m assuming you don’t have anything fancy enough for this one.”

“Probably not. Fine. Need my size?”

His eyes are drinking you in as he smirks. “You think I haven’t gathered your size by now?” Your cheeks overheat. Though you’re used to him, at the end of the day you still had a damn vagina, and it reacted to him. He chuckled deeply, turning away and waving a hand. “You're dismissed.”

Just like that, your birthday night was just work. Work for Gojo.

***

“Can’t wait to put in my two weeks ugh.” You grumble to yourself as you finish up your makeup, for once having fun with it. If you had to work your birthday you would absolutely look gorgeous for it. Lashes, winged liner, red lips.

The dress he had ordered laid in a satin box on your white day bed. You sigh, opening it finally, and you blink rapidly as you look at the gown encased in baby blue and white tissue paper, the colors of Gojo himself. You gently pulled out the gown and most of your irritation died off.

Black and decked with sequins, it glittered in the light, it was a velvety fabric, as soft as a caress. As you slid it on it glided over your curves, accentuating the nip at your waist, the arch of your hips. The neckline plunged ridiculously low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that you typically kept under wraps at work. You wonder how Gojo knew you had just so much up top…

Pervert is what he was.

Pervert with killer taste.

The dress had a slit that went dangerously up one of your well toned thighs, exposing nearly all of one leg, while the rest of the dress hit the floor. It was if he truly knew every measurement you had, for the dress could not have hit any better. Those damn analyzing eyes of his…

You spun to look at the back of the dress, which dipped daringly as well, exposing an expanse of skin, from shoulder blades down to the dimples on your lower back. You rummage through your little cherry wood jewelry box, eyeing to see what would work with the dress. Luckily, everything went well with black, so you snatched up a pretty silver cross necklace and earrings.

A text pops up, and you read it.

Dick Boss: Waiting out front in the car.

You: Just a few.

You slip on your shoes and spritz some body spray on, your favorite from Victoria’s Secret you save for special things, then slide on a pair of black heeled boots, contemplating putting on underwear. Did it matter what kind? It wasn’t like you’d had any dick since like college at this point. And you definitely weren’t fucking Gojo, since neither of you were interested.

You because you saw the girls he fucked. Him because… you weren’t ‘arm candy’. Or a dumb ass bimbo. Sometimes you wished you were, since they seemed sweet and happy in life, while you drowned.

Dick Boss: I’m waiting…”

Fucking Gojo. Ugh. You decide to slide on some lacy boy shorts, just in case that slit did go too high you’d have some coverage. Peeking one last time at the mirror, you had to admit you looked beautiful. You text Gojo.

You: Coming now.

You locked up and headed down the stairs of the apartment building, and there was Kiyotaka, Gojo’s driver, opening the door of the black limo for you. Kiyotaka, who somehow was your age now. That boggled your mind more than Nanami. Gojo wore people out, very clearly, but even you had it easier than Kiyotaka.

“My lady.” He said sweetly, and you smiled at him, sliding in, and there Gojo was across from you, long arms spread across the backs of the seat, his head rested back so that his throat was exposed. His head snapped down, and he looked right at you, no sunglasses, only those eyes. His lips parted, and you tensed, prepared for some lewd comment or rude one.

He blinked those white spiky lashes, arms sliding down as Kiyotaka shut the door, gaze taking you in ever so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. You felt yourself holding your breath as it lazily traveled down and back up your body, clutching your little black evening bag tightly.

“You look…” He trailed off, shaking his head a bit.

“Thank you for the dress.” You cut him off. He exhaled, nodding.

“Of course. Consider it my birthday gift. You look… really fucking hot.”

You giggled at that. Not beautiful or breathtaking. But you’d take it. “Thank you, the dress is so beautiful.”

“Your body is that banging and you hide it like that?” He was somehow right next to you now, and you shiver a bit at the nearness. “I should reprimand you.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t dress like this at work.”

“You sure the fuck can. I’m the boss, I say so.” His fingertips trailed down your shoulder, and it sent tingles through your body. Why was he so close? “I’m buying you a new wardrobe.”

“The fuck you are. I like to be professional, unlike you.” You smack his hand off errantly, and your bare shoulder grew cold without the touch.

“You do really look good.” You took in his outfit, a black tux, which fit his slim muscles perfectly. It was some shit Bruce Wayne would wear. Maybe Gojo was some super hero or villain. It would fit.

“You do too. You always do.”

“I know.” He winked at you, leaning forward to snatch up champagne and pop it, pouring you both glasses. You took one, letting the bubbles tickle your nose, taking a sip of the sweet drink, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.

“Delicious.” You lick your lower lip and find him a breath away. You don’t move, but you’re frozen, confused as he looks at you like he never has. “Satoru?”

“Are you really thinking of quitting?” He asked softly. You have never seen Gojo like this.

“How did you know?”

“I know everything, baby girl.” He gently runs his long fingers through your hair, a rare frown on his lips.

“Baby girl? The fuck, Satoru. Yes I was thinking of it, an seducing me is not going to change my mind. Is that the point of this?” You demand, irritated, and against your better judgement, fucking horny. His eyes study your own seriously.

“If that was my intention, you’d damn sure know.” Each word was bit out, distinctive, and his hand tightened in your hair, far too strong, yanking your head back. You scowl up at him, your hands clenched into fists.

“Oh, would I?” You challenged him, notching your chin up a bit. He laughed but it was without humor.

“How many women have you heard me fuck in my office? How many have you had to send home? You think I don’t know how to fuck the shit out of you if I wanted to. You wouldn’t even be able to walk.”

Gojo’s whisper was against your lips, and you could taste whiskey on his breath, mixed with his mints he constantly sucked on. He wasn’t touching you, but he was so close you could feel him…

“I won’t fuck you though, so what’s the point of even joking about it. You don’t want me anyway. Not your type.” He snorted, and one of his big hands came to your waist, touching the bare skin of your back and wreaking havoc on every sense you’ve ever had.

“You know my type?” You nod. His thumb brushed under your breast, an action that made the peaks of your breasts tighten, aching against the sequined gown. Damn if his gaze didn’t drop down. You cursed yourself. “The women who entertain me aren’t necessarily my type.”

“Hmm.” It grew difficult to focus. You sip your champagne, leaning back a bit, but Gojo’s grip stays. “It doesn’t matter. You’re talking out of your ass. Too much cocaine tonight?”

His grip tightened, and it made you gasp, looking up at his darkened eyes in the dim light of the limo. “I haven’t had any. I’m just pretty fucking irritated my best assistant wants to leave. You’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful!” You snort at that, tossing back the champagne and grabbing at his hand, his wrist, trying to get him off of you. “How the fuck, Satoru? I literally do everything for you!”

“And I pay you damn good!”

“I know. I’d rather be broke somewhere than do sixteen hour days. It’s my damn birthday and here I am!”

“As if you really had plans. You have no friends and no life.”

“Bullshit.” You grit your teeth, shoving at his hard chest. “That’s because I have no damn time! You think I wouldn’t have a boyfriend or something by now?”

“Maybe that’s your problem, why you’re so bitchy and stuck up all the damn time. You need to get fucked good.”

You slapped him then. Slapped your Boss. Slapped Satoru Gojo.

His hand caught your wrist, brutally squeezing, pale cheek just hinted with pink from your mark.

“Ring a little true?”

“I can get fucked if I want.” You yank your hand back.

“I didn’t say that. Clearly you can get fucked. It’s just you don’t even want to and you blame it on my hours, as if you were the type.”

“I’d fuck Nanami Kento if I had any damn time.” Gojo’s eyes widened at that, and his grip on your waist became brutal. “Yep. Sure would. He’s built as fuck, oh and he remembered my birthday. If either of us had time I sure would. So does that answer it for you?”

Gojo bared his teeth at her, a little blue vein in his temple popping out. Your heart beats in your chest, brutally, the thudding loud in your ears. “You… would fuck… Nanami… Kento?”

Each of his words were forced through his teeth.

Ah, you made him mad.

Good.

“Who wouldn’t? He’s hot.” You try to shrug casually.

“Out of anyone in the office?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Including me.”

You open your mouth to say yes, but you know it’s not fucking true. Of course you’d have fucked Gojo, if he wasn’t a dick boss, if he was just a dude…

Look at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” His free hand caught your chin, forcing your gaze to his piercing one. You gulp, licking your lips.

“No.”

“No, what?” His voice was a wicked caress.

“No… not including you. Goddammit. Is that what you want to hear? That I’m not blind? Of course you’re attractive, and you know it, stupid!”

He scoffed. “You’re childish.”

“You!” You shoved at him again, and he let you go, grabbing your glass and refilling it, watching you like a hawk. “It changes nothing. I am planning to leave. I will find a replacement, someone even better than me.”

“There is no one better.” He sounded sincere, a rare thing for Gojo, emotion cracking in his voice as he downed his own glass.

“You think fucking me will keep me as your damn assistant?”

“It’s worth a shot. I’m the best fuck there is.” He shrugged, some of that casual demeanor coming back, and you wanted to yell at your body for its reaction.

“It won’t happen.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re my boss!”

“But you’re leaving.”

“I…”

“Hmm? You seem at a loss for words.” You scowl, looking out the window as the lights flickered by.

“Are we there yet?”

“Childish.”

“Says you!”

“You need a good orgasm. Or ten. Get you to be less of a stuck up nag.”

“I do not! And I am not!”

“You do, and you are.”

“I orgasm plenty, thanks!” You felt your body on fire at that, and Gojo couldn’t look more satisfied, like the Cheshire fucking cat, the grin as wide as it could go, running his hand through his silken white locks.

“Oh, do tell.” He practically purred.

“Cut the shit, Satoru. You’ve never talked like this in the years I’ve worked with you, where the fuck do you get off?”

“I get off in women. Or on them.” He shrugged, enjoying your open mouth, once again lost for words.

“You know I did not mean that!”

“Where do you get off? On a dildo maybe.” You blinked, eyebrows low in a scowl, wanting to hit him again. “No, don’t look the type. Maybe a rose toy. Hmm… or just these little things.” Gojo lifted your hand, already small but ridiculously small in his own, swallowed by him. “They don’t hit deep enough, do they?” His whisper shook you to your core.

You burned, breathless, as he held out his own hand to yours, fingers so fucking long they rivaled the length of a dude’s dick. Likely larger than the couple of dude’s in college, which was about all of your experience. He grinned as you stared on, palm hot and hard against your own.

“I… you…” You wanted to cuss him out. Quit right then.

You also wanted his fingers in you.

“I could get you off, put you in a good mood. We don’t have to have sex for that.” His hand took your own, putting your hand by your heat, between your thighs.

“Why… are you…act- acting like this?” You managed to breathe out, but you had no energy to move away from him, or shove his hand off. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you’d love to ride your frustration out on him.

“Maybe I realize how much I need you to stay as my assistant.” Gojo’s supple lips kiss down your jaw, firm but delicate, as his hand brutally grabs yours and shoves it against yourself, moaning in your ear. “Is my assistant already hot for me? Are you that easy to get wet?”

“Fuck off.”

It’s a whisper. You want it. And you hate him. You hate that your pussy is pulsing against your joined fingers through the barrier of your panties, that the moan in your ear made you wonder what he sounded like when he came. Gojo slid his own finger against your panties, pausing, moaning again, pulling back to look at you.

He was gorgeous.

Your chest rose and fell with your breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered, and something was just different. You saw Gojo with women, always so self assured. But something seemed surprised, vulnerable, when his long finger pressed against the damp sticky fabric, just grazing your clit. You arched your hips up, and his fingertip ran up slightly, pressing more, and Gojo’s lips were just a breath away…

“We’re here, Sir, my Lady.”

Fuck.

You two shot apart, and you struggled to catch your breath, adjusting your dress, gulping down one more glass for good measure. Gojo adjusted his pants, not even looking at you, clearing his throat. You cursed as you saw his tie.

“You can’t tie a tie for shit, Satoru.” You leaned over to him, pulling it apart gently and re-tying it. You noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down. He was quiet. Satoru Gojo, quiet. “There.”

“Thanks.” He said gruffly, and your eyes met.

What the fuck just happened?

Kiyotaka opened the door, exposing them to some cool night air, and you got out, curious just how the fuck this birthday night was going to go.

Chapter 2

Completed fic on ao3, will post chaps on here as well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140629990

[fan-goddess]

‘His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man’

A/N: Surprise! I'm making this a strange sort of drabble like series with Aemond and dragonseed! This title is long af but the quote so fits I love/hate it! It ain’t entirely fully proofread so errors may pop up I may correct later fyi

Warnings: Smut, dragonseed is back and unnamed as ever, brothel working, sex working, not dark!Aemond but clingy at nonetheless! (If I miss any let me know!)

Taglist: @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee

Series Thing Masterlist

The men you were hired to please in the nicest of terms were always much older and sweaty than you, as if they had competed in two tourniments before arriving. Though the likelihood that they had even competed in one throughout their lifetimes was slimmer than they had even been.

The young men were always given to the more older, experienced ladies for their teachings, or so the brothel madam would sometimes laugh as the young lads were dragged by their hands to a room beyond the main hall. It was a rare time whenever a younger looking man would specifically request a more younger lady, as the older the men were the younger the ladies sent to their assigned room became.

That day, you had already been paid for by three men whose skin dripped in exhausted sweat and stained the covers of the bed with a mixture of their bodily fluids. By the time night came around though, the brothel bellow became heaving with men of all ages, a familiar head of short silver locks came bounding through them with a practised ease.

His voice rang through the crowd staring at the breasts of the ladies he was offered by the Madame. Yet when he looked up to the balcony ledge where you were perched watching the sights bellow, he stopped where he had stood, and pointed with a fierce look in his eye that you knew all too well in a man.

The look of a predator who has caught sight of fresh game, and is ready to begin the hunt of the night.

The eldest son of the king, the boy whispered by all to become the future king of the seven kingdoms of course choosing to ignore with hated stares his elder sister, points a finger to you and by the way his lips move you know he has demanded a reduced price.

He may have more money than all the men in the room combined but even he knows like any poor man how to strike the right sort of bargain for a better price.

That night, you were bought and fucked by a Targaryen for the first time in your life. A service that used to be an honour to the highest of all for whores, or at least it was before the Targaryen men became too indifferent to their flesh of the night.

It appeared the once well known hunger of purpled eyed silver haired flesh has trickled down to its last generation, as the man who’d left his spent to trickle down your thighs gave no indication that he desired you particularly for your hair or for your eyes.

He barely even looked at you as he forcibly took you from behind and pushed your face into the thin sheets that had yellowed in age.

He even left as soon as he came, quite literally, as by the time you looked around the door was swung open and the overwhelming stench of alcohol remained pungent. It appeared this young Prince had a thin layer of wine on his skin instead of the usual stench of overwhelming sweat.

You did not see the recognisable sight of silver locks for quite some time after that. Many a nights were you forced to look away to the window as men of all hair but silver took you on the bed you fucked to keep. Yet they were no different from the eldest prince at all. They all had only the idea of completion in mind.

Which you suppose was why it was so shocking when the infamous one-eyed Prince came to the brothel in search of a women to warm his cock, and laid a single eye on you as you stood oblivious on the same balcony you had stood on when you were chosen by his brother.

It was like a strange sick dream when you saw the younger Prince refuse to take his eye off you as he bargained a price with the Madame. Again, he too knew how to strike a deal similarly to his eldest acknowledged sibling.

When the Prince finally entered your chambers and met eyes with your naked form sitting on the bed awaiting to be told the orders, it was made quite quickly to you that the One-Eyed Prince was not like a regular laying customer.

Yet he still had his regular moments it seems, as while he managed to humanise your body, he still found a way to objectify your soul.

The Prince uses you like any other man would, and yet he still somehow manages to find a way to make you feel mortal.

While he takes you, he has you on your back and his eye looking deeply into your own. A single hand of his stroking the left side of your face while a thumb catches on the edge of your lips.

Even after spilling his spent of the skin of your stomach, he explains he cannot dare father a bastard and bring the shame to his already soiled family legacy. Going as far as to grab a lone stained cloth from somewhere in the room to mop up his cooled down spent away and throws someplace random.

The one-eyed Prince stays with you the whole of that night and morning, something you could easily say was a first in your working career.

His head lays on your overworked thighs that twitch randomly in patterns even he with his highly educated mind cannot comprehend. But he does not complain at all, instead only burrowing further into your overwhelming warmth you subconsciously provide him with.

You dare not to say anything as you place a hand on his head and thread your fingers through his hair, waiting with baited breath as his lets out a tired sigh and wraps his arms around your body tighter.

When your fingertips catch on the rough leather of his patch you do not dare take it off in fear of being caught in the familiar feeling of a dragons rage. So you merely ghost your hand over it and he does not make a disapproving sound.

He reminds you heavily of a child craving a mother’s affection, even though you know he has one waiting no doubt anxiously for him in his own chambers back up at the castle. Yet it appears the prince lives in a strange limbo of ignorant bliss, as you can feel his eyelashes brush lightly against the skin of your thigh as he closes his eye, and not a minute later you can feel his bodies breath even out as he begins drifting away.

The One-Eyed Prince falls asleep against your naked spent body, and you can only force your body to relax as your eyes shut tightly and sleep to not come at an easy price. For that night as the Prince rests by the base of your stomach, dreams fill your head of overwhelming fire and blood comes storming down around you.

At the end of your dream mere seconds before you are awoken by the grumbling child, a two eyed man with features mimicking yours holds a sword angled to the base of your throat and sneers at you, before allowing the blade to swing you with heavy cost.

[hyperionheights]

bones sexuality headcanons

yeah i dont have proof (except angela) i just Know. call it my lesbian spidey senses. disclaimer that those are MY headcanons, you can have your own opinions on those ofc

main characters:

brennan: bi (preference for ugly men... but i digress). she probably started exploring her sexual orientiation in college and came to the conclusion that she's attracted to every gender to varying degrees. she's probably tongue kissed angela a few times pre season 1

booth: cishet ally! ⭐️ he's a bit confused but he's got the spirit, i'll give him that.. bi wife energy start playing whenever he walks into the room

zack: gayboi with a bad case of hero worship for dr brennan. naomi from paleonthology made him realise this isnt really what he'd like to excavate, if you get the gist... ;) (ew)

angela: imo? bi, but it's up to anyone. canon queer and i'm very happy about it

hodgins: bi. putting my foot down on this one- to me, hodgela is bi4bi. one day early into the series angela goes "why is everyone so hot... being bi is so hard" and hodgins is like "yeah, tell me about it" and they have a Oh, You Too? moment

cam: distinguished (ex-disaster) pan. she's all cool and collected now but in middle school she was probably stuttering whenever she saw a pretty girl

sweets: pan. boykisser. i just KNOW. that man is not heterosexual. probably had a few boyfriends in high school too

aubrey: bi? preference for women but in an alternate universe he and sweets are a thing

goodman: token straightie along with booth except i actually like him even tho even tho he took a 2 month sabbatical and never came back

squinterns:

clark: bi. a bit repressed and only realised it after breaking up with nora but as long as he gets there it's fine

daisy: pan. absolute girlkisser. she has the wlw equivalent of whatever zack felt for dr brennan. swaisy is a disaster pan couple.

fisher: pan- and i wont have it any other way. he was 100% checking sweets out when he came over to b&b's in s8, so i like to think when hodgins asks sweets "what is it with you and interns?" in 9x23 he's including fisher

wendell: bi and in a lab au he's dating vincent thank you

vincent: english twink and i think he and wendell should kiss in the lab lost & found

arastoo: straightie but we still love him. pan wife energy since he and cam are married

finn: god, i have No Idea but i have a feeling he doesn't either

wells: aro, and maybe ace too, but fyi even if he wasn't no one would want him

jessica: ... i used to say lesbian but i kinda let the jaubrey of it all get to me... pan vibes perhaps? i'll have to think it over. in another universe she and daisy are a thing too btw

other characters:

caroline julian:... lesbian. no i will not give an explanation for this one. sham marriage and all.

karen delfs: big pansexual energy coming from this random profiler?? i like her

villains: (do not take those seriously, but also...)

pelant: unlabeled. getting strangled by hodgins awoke something in him but he didnt have the time to figure it out between 8x01 and 9x04

taffet: very VERY mean lesbian

epps: heterosexual incel

broadsky: internalised homophobia over booth, clearly

kovac: the man pretended to be married to his sister. i'm not sure i even wanna know

[mandaplease10]

A Polin Take Nobody Asked For #5

*Penelope & Colin Aren't Friends*

Once again, there are complaints about how Pen & Colin were never actually friends because we never see them be friends. We're simply only told they are friends and now we're supposed to believe Colin loves her after saying he would never court.

Well, I am here to tell you why that is wrong. Oh and someone on twitter claimed this season has no narrative... like are we watching the same show??

FYI this is a long post!

Season 1:

Colin dances with Penelope after Cressida spills a drink on her. Even before this, he sought her out to have a conversation with her.

There are several times we see Colin and Penelope speaking at balls or gatherings.

Penelope tries to tell him about Marina and he is grateful for her friendship and care, but he doesn't listen to her because he thinks he knows Marina. Yet, he still took the time to hear her out for the most part.

Once Marina's secret is revealed, Colin apologizes to Pen and recognizes she was just trying to look out for him.

Colin goes traveling the first time because of Pen inspiring him to do so.

Colin singing in the drawing room and lowers his voice/stars at Pen when she walks in.

Season 2:

Their letters - This is a huge element to their friendship and their storyline. Honestly, I would love to have seen what their letters entailed over the years. Maybe one day we'll have a scene of them going through their old letters or something.

Colin's arrival - hello! That look he gives her when he sees her there in the drawing room after greeting his family. I believe had Hyacinth and Gregory not rushed him and Anthony didn't walk in to go to the races, he would have walked over and said something to her.

At the races- he sees Pen and walks over to her. He initiates the conversation and talks about their letters until Eloise ruins the moment.

Another moment he initiates a conversation is when Pen assumes he met someone on his travels and he talks about how he 'found himself' thanks to her letters.

Lady Crane was right about you - He knows that Pen cares for him and is special in his life and the fact that someone else saw that made him open his eyes a little more.

Defending the Featheringtons - Colin stood up to his friend Will when he said something negative about Pen's family and then again when he realized Jack was scheming around.

You are special to me. I will always look out for you - HELLO! Yes, Colin has a hero complex, but he doesn't do this for everyone! He doesn't seek out to help Cressida or other women of TON, but he risked standing up to a "Lord" to save Pen's family from ruin.

You are Pen. You are my friend - Colin literally calls her his friend and holds her above just another woman. Yes, in this moment she was sort of friend zoned, but the fact he still wanted her in his life, means something.

"I would never court Penelope Featherington" - Yes, this was not a good look, but this was also Colin trying to put on a facade in front of the gentleman. Plus, I also believe that in his state of mind, what he was doing and how he is around Pen, is just how they are together, yet in other's eyes, it was very much courting action.

Season 3:

His arrival - Immediately looks for Pen and when he doesn't see her, looks towards her house confused as to why she isn't present.

The Gardens - Smiles when he sees her and is eager to talk to her, upset when she cuts their conversation short.

The ball - Stares at her and watches her from afar and rushes after her when he sees her in distress.

Goodnight Mr. Bridgerton - Tries to joke around with her and have a friendly conversation, but realizes something is wrong. Feels horrid when he realizes why she is upset with him and wants to talk it out, gets upset when she leaves.

The Featherington Garden - Again, he seeks her out because he wants to make things right with her. THIS ENTIRE SCENE IS PRACTICALLY A WHY YOU ARE SPECIAL AND MORE THAN A FRIEND TO ME DECLARATION. If you actually watch this entire scene, you will see that there is genuine friendship and love there.

The Meet Cute - Seriously, the fact that HE remembers how they met AND he was the one who brought it up, says A LOT.

The Drawing Room - He listened to her and brought her to a place that makes her comfortable. He even made sure it was during a time when they would be alone. Also, it is obvious he feels something during the touch of hands and her attempt at flirting with him.

The Ball - They have yet another conversation amongst the two of them and he encourages her to talk to someone. Then they have a laugh. A genuine laugh, one that she never really had with Debling later on... Then we have the little bouts of jealous Colin when she's speaking to Lord Remington. Then how angry he gets when the word gets out about him and Pen and how he rushes after her in worry.

The First Kiss - Once again, Colin is seeking her out... in the middle of the night... bribing her maid for alone time. Like... not just anyone does that. Colin only had to do the one kiss. The one peck because that was all Pen asked for, but guess what? He went in for another one and would have kissed her again if she didn't leave. We can tell on his face, that he felt something he never felt before.

The Dream - Most people don't have romantic dreams about their friends unless there are feelings there.

The Willow Tree - The awkwardness is everything and pure friends to lovers.

I could continue the rest of their moments, but I'm not going to because so many of the same people keep saying the only reason Colin wanted Pen is because of Debling, well guess what everything that I listed above is PRE DEBLING. Yes, there is that moment in episode 1, but it isn't until episode 3 when Debling actively tries to pursue Pen and vice versa.

So, yeah, Polin haters can keep complaining and trying to make excuses as to why they dislike the season, but the receipts are the there to debunk those claims.

[bonezone44]

'Doesn't Nothing Ever Last Forever?' (18+)

Raider!Joel x afab!Reader

Word Count: 5,4k

(FYI: woman in moodboard is a side character.)

Summary: You worked in a brothel outside of a quarantine zone. Every once in a while, you got a visit from Joel and his men. This was your first time being around for one of those visits. (Reader is severely depressed and bisexual [relatable, amiright?]. Reader is not popular at the brothel.)

tags: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT (tagging this to be safe!) Kidnapping, sexual slavery, group sex, overstimulation, rough oral (m). POV switching, canon-typical violence. -- Sex between Reader and Joel is non-con. Reader enjoys it, but the larger context doesn't allow for consent. Fingering, unprotected p-in-v. Degradation. Finger-sucking. Spanking. Orgasm control/denial. Joel is turned on by Reader's history w/ women. Reader is called slut, good girl, bad girl. Reader calls Joel "sir."

A/N: Written for @iamasaddie's writing challenge. ✏ I was so excited by their moodboards, I had to participate. Also, read @toxicanonymity for the original Raider!Joel which heavily inspired this one. 🙏 And special thanks to @milla-frenchy for helping me choose a story line. 😘

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The days bled together, one right after the other. No matter how clear the skies were, a permanent fog had taken over your mind. 

The only reason you woke up that evening was all the commotion. You heard the roar of diesel engines and loud men laughing and yelling. The slamming of car doors. Then those voices got louder and closer. Obviously, they had made their way inside your building. You knew you should rise and shine. Get to work. But you stayed curled up on your bed cushion in the shared room as long as possible. Even after your boss had been calling for you.

It wasn’t the kind of job you punched in and out of. You lived in a brothel. You were paid by the client–and even then sometimes all you got was a spare coin or two. A ration slip, if you were really lucky. But those could only be spent at the nearby Quarantine Zone. And the four hour trek there and back was hell on your feet and knees.

Your boss, Larry, finally opened the door to your room, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he allowed the noise and chaos to do the job of waking you up.

You unfurled from the floor and wandered to the bathrooms, bare fit sticking to the tile floors. You had hoped no one would catch you and make you work. You hadn’t had it in you to do anything that day. What you really wanted to do was float away, fly with the clouds on the wind to somewhere far, far over the rainbow.

You found Trisha at the sinks, under the sickly green lights, already washing cum from her hands. 

“Joel and his crew are here again,” she mumbled. There was a tremor in her voice.

You nodded blankly. Tired.

She turned around and stared at you with wide eyes. “Joel,” she emphasized.

“Okay?” You shrugged. Your eyes bored into a growing mold stain in the corner.  

She scoffed. “Joel is the guy who bought Carrie.”

“What?” … ‘Bought Carrie?’ That didn’t sound right to you. “I just thought… she left.”

Trisha stared at you, aghast. The room was cold, but steam began to fog the mirror. “Are you fucking kidding me? You were there!” She shouted. “You were there when Larry told us he sold her for the fucking water heater!” She pointed at the filling sink.

You blinked. “...Oh.” You wiped your eyes with your hands. “I don’t… really remember.” Her words didn’t quite click it into place for you, but a dull memory played in the back of your mind. You remembered a ‘house meeting’ and hearing Carrie’s name a lot. You remembered getting the water heater. You remembered everyone being upset and yelling at Larry. You remembered curling in the corner, your brain checking out and wandering through the static of your own mind rather than feeling something–anything–in your own body.

That explained all the weird looks you had gotten later when you expressed excitement over the hot water. You had been happy about something for once and everyone responded by staring at you like you were a freak. 

But everyone you had ever met always felt so far away. Like you were so deep in the depths of your own mind that the world around you was a movie you were watching. All the people in your life were characters playing out their roles. So you did, too. You went through the daily motions, following some imaginary script in your mind. Playing a part. Doing whatever you thought you were supposed to.

Trisha started telling you more stories about Joel and his crew. About their violence. But none of it sounded real. It sounded like another movie to you. You stood, unmoving, wishing you had some bleach to clean the mold in the corner. You wanted to scrub the grout until it was pure again. Wipe away the layer of filmy mildew from the ceramic tiles. Disinfect every inch of porcelain in this piece of shit building. 

Another woman entered the bathroom, fully nude. “Well, look who decided to show up!” she spat at you. “Go out there and do your job. I need a fucking break.”

You sighed and resigned yourself to your fate. “Okay,” you muttered without meeting her eyes. You didn’t bother looking in the mirror or worrying about your clothes. You knew that in your line of work, they didn’t make a difference either way.

-

You walked out to the main room and saw about a dozen men scattered around the couches, women in their laps or on their knees. 

One woman was sitting naked in a guy’s lap while another guy roughly rubbed and slapped her clit. His laughter grossed you out. The woman was crying.  

Another woman was getting facefucked and choking. She pulled back to cough and breathe. The man she was sucking on held himself in a tight grip. He pushed the hair from her face and whispered softly to her, wiping away her tears, before shoving his cock right back in.

You nodded at the scene unaffected… well, mostly unaffected. You stared into the middle distance and focused on no one person in particular. The women’s moans were mostly performative–it was obvious. But the men didn’t seem to mind. Their moans were hungry and horny, enjoying whatever stimulation they seemed to be receiving. So that was what you focused on. Their blatant sexual desire. It fueled your own heat. A fire expanding in your chest and between your legs. Your mouth began to water. You sucked in your bottom lip, eager to feel flesh inside you. 

You weren’t sure how long you were standing there, watching. It merely occurred to you at some point that one of the men was walking up to you, blocking your view of the scene. He wore a dark brown leather jacket over a v-neck shirt.  A small, shiny gold cross hung around his neck and against his sunburned skin. He wore blue jeans and work boots.

Your boss, Larry, yammered in one of your ears at him.

“Joel,” he pleaded with clasped hands. “I’m sure you’d prefer someone like Trisha or-or-or Cameron. I’m sure, she’ll be right back out any minute!”

“No,” Joel says gruffly. “Her,” he pointed to you with his chin. 

“I’m sure. I’m sure.” Your boss chuckled uncomfortably and surrendered with empty palms. “Of course!” He grabbed you by the arm and tugged you toward the back of the building. He snarled in your ear. “Don’t fuck this up for me.” 

You wanted to shrug him off, but his grip was bruising. What could you ‘fuck up’ exactly? You had been working there for over a year. You weren’t popular, but you got the job done. You didn’t get along with any of the other women there, but what did that have to do with this guy, Joel?

Larry took you and Joel to one of the farthest rooms. It was the nice one with a real bed instead of a mattress or cushion on the floor. You had never been in it before. Not even to clean it. You looked around appraising the paint on the walls. There was a window, but it was dark out. The noise from the main room was barely audible. You liked being somewhere quiet again. 

#######

Joel and his crew pulled up around dinnertime in two pick-up trucks. The sun had set and the truck’s headlights bathed the front of the old office building in a warm, dull yellow.

The crickets were louder than hell that night. Joel remembered that much.

Not five seconds after his boys hopped out the trucks did the brothel owner come skittering out the front door with a nervous grin on his face.

Joel liked that. Piece o’ shit like that should be nervous. 

Joel hated Larry. The man was fucking pathetic. Weasel-y. So needy and desperate to please. Joel hated that Larry sold him a woman for a water heater. What kinda man would do something like that? This was supposed to be a brothel. The women were supposed to be his employees. He didn’t have the right to sell anybody.

But Joel had wanted her. And taking her outright would have caused more problems than it would have solved. So he figured a water heater would help keep things peaceful between them. Because his boys liked the brothel. Each little trip helped ease their minds. Gave them something to talk about and look forward to–something other than survival.

Joel’s needs were more permanent. He needed something more full-time rather than once every few months.

His boys started hooting and hollering as soon as the payment of supplies were unloaded and they got to hang out inside. The women weren’t even around yet, but they were more than ready for some physical entertainment. Joel remained standing while the rest of them spread out along the decaying leather couches lining the walls. A shitty little cd player sat in the corner playing old R&B music. He heard his brother, Tommy, singing along to it. 

Joel sighed and wiped his face with his hands.

Once Larry brought out a few women, the men started roaring. They were shouting and cheering, pulling their cocks out in excitement. Joel groaned. These boys didn’t know a goddamn thing about seducing a woman and their sad little dicks weren’t gonna get them anywhere neither.

Two of the guys grabbed one of the women, causing her to shout, but Joel was on them not a second later. He gripped their skulls, one in each of his giant hands, and knocked them together like coconut shells. 

“Ouch! What the hell, man?” asked one of them, rubbing the sore spot on his head. 

Joel shook his head with his eyes wide, boring into the depths of their souls. “Not until I say,” he spat.

They both tucked their heads under, murmuring. “Yes, Joel.” “Whatever you say, Joel.”

The woman got back in line while the boys sat down on the couch.

“I’m sure I’ve got a couple more on the way,” said Larry with a forced smile. “They’re just getting themselves cleaned up, I’m sure, after uh…  after finishing dinner.”

Joel grunted. He knew what he wanted–knew what kind of woman he was looking for. And he was quick to realize that none of the women in the room were it. So he waved his hand and his men let loose.

Joel stood with his arms crossed and his back against the front door. He kept his eye on the two troublemakers. Kept his ear on Tommy. Tommy was a talker. He loved to chat up the working women as if he was in a bar back home in Texas and looking to find himself a girlfriend. Joel thought Tommy was being ridiculous—acting like the women could say ‘no’ and walk away. Like he had to put real effort in. It annoyed the hell out of Joel. He wanted his crew to have their fun and be done with it. Why did Tommy have to make it so complicated?

Joel was getting bored and antsy the longer he waited. He was feeling needy, too, with the rough sounds of sex filling the air around him. But he was hopeful, preferring to be patient. And if, in the end, there was no woman he wanted, he would pick one at random and blow off some steam. He would find a replacement some other time or start looking around at the nearest Quarantine Zone.

  Then you walked in. 

And at first, Joel was ready to shrug you off, too. Sure, you were attractive. But looks weren't everything. That's what got him in trouble with the last woman. 

But something in your eyes changed as you scanned the room, taking in the sexual depravity. You didn't shrink in and shut down. You were turned on. He saw the way your chest rose and fell as your breaths shallowed and shortened. The way you chewed your bottom lip. The way you squirmed. That's what Joel needed. Someone as needy as him. 

The brothel owner tried to dissuade him. Huh, Joel wanted to laugh. As if that asshole knew a goddamn thing about what Joel wanted–about what Joel needed.

-

“Take your clothes off ‘n get on the bed,” he ordered after slamming the door shut behind him. He liked how quickly you complied. He didn’t understand why you were so calm, though. He unbuckled his belt, releasing the pressure from his stomach and allowing himself some room to breathe. He let the buckle hang and it jingled as he stepped closer to the bed. 

“All fours.”

Again, you complied swiftly and smoothly, facing the back wall.

He eyed you for any sores. Then he slipped his bare hand around the smooth curve of your ass and his fingertips prodded around your lips and entrance. You were already wet, he realized.  He slid the edge of his fingers forward against your clit. 

You moaned. Something fake and bland. 

He pulled his hand away and slapped you on the ass. “Hey.”  He grabbed you by the cheeks when you didn't immediately face him. Your eyes never met his. “Don't fuckin showboat me,” he warned. 

“Okay,” you said flatly. 

He didn’t like how detached you were. How unafraid. But he willed himself to be patient–the amount of wetness coating his fingers eased his anxiety. He continued to play with your folds as he asked questions.

He cleared his throat. “You like workin here?”

You shrugged. “It’s a job.”

“How long you been here?”

“About a year.”

Joel hummed. “I don’t remember you from last time.”

“Probably had the flu.” 

“You got over it okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded, closing your eyes. You seemed to like it when he moved his thick fingers around you real slow. He liked that.

“You got anything else? Any diseases?”

You shook your head. “I don’t get a lot of men.”

Joel paused. “Why not?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. They like the other girls better.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged again. “They’re better at fakin it.”

Joel didn’t know how to feel about that answer. He continued to rub your clit, feeling you get slicker. “So what? You do handjobs, blowjobs?”

“Mostly.”

He noticed an uptick in the tone of your voice. “You like doin those?”

“If the guy is cute.”

He slid his fingers from your clit to your entrance to your other hole. He didn’t push in, only pressed against it, and you sighed. “What about this?” he asked, biting his lip. “You like gettin your ass played with?”

You hung your head and nodded. “If they do it right,” you said with another uptick in your tone. 

Joel liked that. “Ever have a train run on ya?” He slid his fingers back to your clit.

“Yeah,” you answered with a whimper. 

“You like it?”

Your breath hitched as Joel’s fingers sped up. “Been through worse.”

“Worse? Here?” Joel asked, wondering what could happen at a brothel that was worse than a gang-bang.

“No just… you know…” you sighed with pleasure. “--in general.” 

Joel furrowed his brows. You were being honest with him. Too honest, in his opinion. But you were rolling your hips into his hand. And he didn’t want to make the same mistake twice.

He shoved two fingers inside of you without warning. Your body twitched and you moaned–and it was different this time. Quieter. Realer. Joel liked that. He didn’t mind taking his time to get you ready if he knew you would enjoy it. 

“You like fuckin, huh?”

“Who doesn’t?” You snickered, pushing back into his thrusting hand.

Joel took a deep breath, maintaining his composure. But he knew then that he wanted you. That you were just what he needed and more.

#######

You liked this Joel guy. He took his time. He was asking you questions, trying to get to know you. You don’t remember the last time anyone had done that. …Well, maybe when you first started working there. Trisha and Carrie and a couple of the other women tried, but this felt different for some reason. Like it was leading somewhere. Like there was a promise at the end of it. Like maybe he really wanted to make you come and he wasn’t just there for himself. 

And you liked his voice. It was smoky and deep. He had an accent like a cowboy. It was comforting, in a way.

And his fingers felt nice. He knew what he was doing. You couldn't remember the last time a guy got you that wet with just his hand.

Part of you felt a little hopeful. You thought you might finally get to have some fun like the other girls did. Most of the guys you got were ugly or just plain ol’ depressing. Another part of you couldn’t stop thinking about Carrie for some reason. You’re not sure why she kept coming up in your mind. You two never worked together. You barely knew her at all.

-

“You ever fuck the other women here?” Joel asked. 

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in proud affirmation. It even pulled a smile from you. 

“What's that mean?”

You weren’t sure how you expected him to react. You weren’t sure why you answered that way. “It means… yeah,” you replied while embarrassment burned your cheeks. You had barely looked at him before, but now you really didn’t want to see his face.

“Yeah, you like fuckin women?” His voice turned breathy. You heard his buckle jingle and the slide of the zipper of his jeans. 

 It turned you on to know that he liked that. Some men hated it. Made you feel like shit for it. But man, this Joel guy was something else. It made you want more of him. More of his fingers. His voice. His skin. “Yeah,” you moaned and shoved yourself harder into his hands, thrusting his fingers deeper.

“So what? You lick their pussies? Rub your little cunts together?”

Your mouth hung open from his words. “yeah,” you said with a hot breath. He pulled his fingers from inside of you and drew circles on your clit. You started whimpering. You nodded your head as fire burned in your core and across your skin. 

“That’s why you work here, huh? You got a needy little cunt?”

His fingers were moving so fast, the muscles in your legs were jumping and your toes were curling. “Uh-huh,” you moaned loud enough for your voice to echo around the bare room.

“That why you left the Q-Z? This slutty hole wasn’t get fucked enough?” His fingers slid back inside your entrance. You’re not sure how many he stuffed in, but it was more than before. 

You nodded with a desperate moan, your right leg slapping the mattress beneath you in frustration. You needed more. His fingers, his words–they weren’t enough. Your body was hot and sparking and you needed-needed-needed. “Joel, please,” you begged, turning to face him, finally opening your eyes again. He was stroking himself and the sight of his cock made you drool. 

“Whatchu need, sweetheart?” He asked and you could almost kill him for it.  

“Please, please fuck me, Joel. Please.”

“Need it that bad, huh?” He kicked off his boots and shoved his pants all the way down to the floor. 

You got out of the way as he crawled into the bed and sat up against the headboard. 

“Come and get this cock, you fuckin slut,” he growled. One hand held his length while the other pulled you by the arm. 

You were too hungry to notice how tightly he gripped you. You hovered over his lap as he lined himself up with your entrance. You stared at the curve of his lips on the way down, the mix of gray and brown hairs in his mustache. But there was white on his cheeks and chin. You briefly wondered how old he was. But you couldn’t bring yourself to get a good look at his face. Too busy melting from the pressure of his cock stretching your walls. Fuck, it felt good. You braced yourself on his firm, wide shoulders and brought your hips back up a few inches before sinking down on his length even further. You groaned and tucked your head into his neck.

#######

You started sucking on his neck and his hips began to thrust up into you.

“It ain’t enough that I’m stuffin your cunt?” he grunted. “You need me in your mouth, too?”

You moaned against his throat, sending goosebumps all over his skin. “Yeah,” you said through panting breaths, before latching back on, teeth and tongue digging into his muscle. 

Joel liked you. He really liked you. You were wet and riding him just right. You weren’t mechanical about it, neither–like Joel was just another job to you. There was a sadness to you, sure. It was probably why you didn’t get a lot of men. Men wanted to forget their troubles at the brothel. Have some fun. They wanted the world outside to disappear with their cock inside a woman.

But Joel had tried that. And it hadn’t worked out so good.

So this time, he looked for someone different. Someone who would understand. Someone who would get why he needed to fuck and when and how he needed to fuck, too. 

And you were telling him everything he needed to know. He was learning what you wanted and what you liked and what he could use to threaten you into compliance. 

He pulled you away from his neck, not sure how he felt about being covered in hickeys. “Here,” Joel prodded your lips with his middle and ring finger. “Suck on this, you greedy little slut.”

And you did, moaning desperately as you rolled your hips in his lap. You gagged as he slid his fingers back and forth on your tongue, saliva spilling from the edges of your lips and down your chin. Your eyes were closed and he knew there was nothing going on in your mind. He knew you were focused on nothing but how good he was making you feel.

You started bouncing on his cock and he slapped your ass with his free hand. He gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, forcing you to stop.

“Did I say you could do that?”

Your eyes popped open–meeting his directly. You tried to pull your head away to answer, but Joel shoved his fingers in even further.

He repeated himself. “You tryin to come right now? Did I say you could?”

You let out a pathetic whine and shook your head.

He slapped your ass again and this time he noticed your pussy clench around him. He heard a small moan grow and die in your throat. “You come when I fuckin say you can come,” he snarled with his teeth clenched. He smacked your asscheek again and thrust up into you. 

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“That turn you on?” He gripped your ass in his hand. “You like takin’ your medicine, bad girl?”

You tried to turn your head, but Joel still had his fingers in your mouth and he held you in place. You looked at him with the most pathetic, pleading look.

“I asked you a question,” Joel growled with wide eyes. His cock twitched inside of you. “You like takin’ your medicine? You like bein told what to do?”

You squeezed your eyes shut again and quietly nodded.

Joel liked that. He liked that a lot. He took his fingers from your mouth and gripped your cheeks. Your eyes popped open again. He licked his lips. “You be a good girl and make me come first, then we’ll see what you get, okay?”

You nodded.

“Now what do you say?”

Your brows furrowed. 

“When I tell you what to do, what do you say?”

Your face softened. You blinked slowly before answering. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s right.” Joel grunted and thrusted his hips. “Now, make me come, you little slut.” His fingers dug into your own hips to guide your rhythm to what he wanted. “Make me come and we’ll see what you get.”

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir,” you murmured again and again.

Your warm, wet cunt sucked him in and stroked him. He could hear it, too, how drippy and turned on you were. It wasn’t long before he tossed you off him with a grunt, throwing you onto your back on the bed. He only fisted his cock twice before shooting his spend on your spread open pussy, on the hair on your mound. He wiped his cum down and around on your clit. “Come on, girl. You can come now. Come on,” he chanted. He rubbed your clit back and forth with the flat of his four fingers. “Give that greedy little cunt what it needs. Come on.”

Your body curled in as you orgasmed and you moaned loudly into your arm. Joel didn’t see the need for you to be quiet, but it was too late to do anything about it now. He rubbed you with his thumb until your legs clasped shut and you squirmed away.

He wiped his hands on the sheets and got up from the bed. He pulled his jeans back on, but waited to buckle his belt. He sat back down and put his shoes on.

You were still lying where he left you. Curled up in the fetal position. It almost looked like you were falling asleep. He figured you might as well rest up now. The drive back home was a bumpy one.

He sighed when he stood up. He figured he should get the liquor bottles out of the truck sooner than later. He huffed. Larry was a real piece of shit for trading a woman for liquor. But Joel wanted you. And he was gonna have you.

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You were reeling. Sexually, you were satisfied, but every other emotion bursted and channeled itself through your muscles and across your skin. You felt so vulnerable. This man had seen you–seen you! Like you were a real person or something! Like you weren’t just a ghost or a character in a movie! Everything felt wrong and you couldn’t figure out why. And you couldn’t stop thinking about Carrie for some reason.

You stayed as still as possible until you heard Joel’s booted footsteps leave the room. You were grateful he didn’t say anything or try to touch you again. Your body trembled as you got out of the bed. You walked on shaky legs to the bathrooms to clean yourself. The world around you was so close and too clear. You could hear and differentiate everyone’s voices in the main room. The air was humid and you could taste it–actually taste it like it was a wet, moldy cloud in your mouth. 

Your hands tremored. You tried to exert control over them, but you were barely able to turn on the sink. You mostly swatted at the faucets until water came out. And there was no comfort to be had in the warm, rushing water. You noticed tension in your cheeks and thought you wanted to cry, but couldn’t make any tears come out.

The woman in the mirror scared you. It was you. You knew it was you. But she felt unfamiliar. Three dimensional. You wanted to run. Run away to the Quarantine Zone or—or anywhere but here.

Then you heard screaming, shrill screams from what had to be one of the other women. Suddenly you were being dragged out of the bathroom. Trisha’s hands were on you. Her fingers were small and thin and her skin was smooth and cold. You had never noticed before.

The lights in the main room were so bright that you could see everything. Every small piece of leather that had flaked off each of the couches and landed on the dirty, carpeted floor. The carpet itself was covered in dust and dirt and leaves. Where did the leaves come from? you wondered. How did they get tracked inside? Weren’t people wiping their shoes like they were supposed to?

There were people moving around. Naked. Half-naked. Clothed. All talking over each other. And blood. Bright red blood. One of the women, with long gold hair, was covered in it, shrieking in pain with both her hands on her hip. Two others guided her past you towards the back. One of Joel’s men was apologizing to Larry. He had black curly hair and a thick mustache. Larry was screaming in his face.

You saw Joel from the back as he pushed himself up from the couch. His shoulder rose and fell with deep, heaving breaths. There was blood dripping from his fist and there was someone beneath him. Once he stepped away, you saw an oblong fleshy ball of bright red where a face should have been. The body beneath the ball didn’t move. 

You folded in half and started heaving. Trisha shrieked in your ear. 

“I’m so sick of you assholes coming here and-and-and-and–” Larry was caught in a loop as he pulled his gun from his pocket. It was a small revolver. You watched his gray-skinned thumb pull back the hammer. “I’m sure! I’m sure!” he yelled over the shouting.

The man with the black curly hair lunged at Larry with a curse. 

The gun-shot stilled everyone in the room. It was loud enough that for a moment, you thought you had been shot. The vibrations pierced you to the very center of your being. But then… Larry was on the floor. Sprinkled with dust from the ceiling tile. And then there was more blood. Bright red blood spilling out from his body. 

You breathed in relief. Not only that you were still alive, but that it was Larry that was dead. For a few beautiful seconds, you felt free. Free from his bullshit and free from the brothel. Free to go back to the quarantine zone and start over again.

Trisha’s smooth fingers pulled one of your arms, but something warm and calloused pulled your other. You looked up, confused. It was Joel. Joel’s hand, which had been on you only minutes previous, felt so strange and unfamiliar. You had just shared a bed with him but–that had been a different man. Certainly different than the one that stood before you now with blood-splattered on his clothes and sweat beading around his temples. 

“You can’t take her!” Trisha cried, tears pouring out her eyes. “You can’t take her!”

“Sorry, darlin’,” he said. Joel’s eyes looked sad. “She’s mine now.”

Terror fell over you like a cold, biting wind. He was talking about you.

Your body started trembling again. You tried and failed to pull your arm away from his grip. “NO!” You shouted. Your vision went blurry as you sobbed. “Don’t take me! Please!” That was why you couldn’t stop thinking about Carrie. Joel had bought Carrie. Trisha had told you that Joel had bought Carrie. But the information hadn’t clicked into place. You had spent so long avoiding your body, avoiding feeling any emotion at all that when it spent all night trying to warn you, you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t feel the siren in your gut telling you to stay away from Joel. And now that siren was loud and clear. But it was far too late for you to do anything about it. “Don’t take me! Pleasepleaseplease!”

Joel didn’t budge. He leaned in real close to you. “Now you told me you like bein told what to do.” Your face went fiery hot with shame. He yanked your arm, pulling you from Tasha’s grip. “And right now, I’m tellin you that you’re comin with me.” He continued to pull you out the front door, towards his truck.

“No! Nonono!” You cried. You tried one more time to shake him off, but it was pointless. He was too strong. You were too weak. And you started to wonder if you could have prevented this or if it was simply your fate. Your own boss hadn’t been able to say ‘no’ to these men. What could someone like you have done?

You sobbed into your hands as you sat in the truck. The man with the black curly hair got in the driver’s seat. Joel sat on the other side of you and rubbed your back in some sick attempt at comfort. “You be good for me–” he said, adjusting himself. “--then we’ll see what you get.” 

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a/n: Please let me know if I missed a tag. Also, idk if it's really a DDDNE story or not. ??

story title taken from the song "Mary the Ice Cube" by Primus.

[goosefruit]

rock, paper, …

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

subby vanessa 💖

cw: smut, scissoring, masturbation, pillow humping, porn watching, mentions of oral sex

a/n: hello im back from the dead and fyi im sorry if this is so unserious but i just rly wanted to write this for some reason

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You had a hunch of where you could find Vanessa when you came home to an eerily silent house. 

Creeping up to the bedroom door, your suspicions were confirmed by the faintest groans coming from the room. You couldn’t help but smile at the familiar noise, one that made you squeeze your thighs together as you anticipated what awaited you on the other side of the door. Making an effort to be quiet, you entered. 

A very gorgeous and very naked Vanessa laid on the bed, a fluffy pillow between her legs and a laptop propped up beside her. Even from here, you could see the large wet patch forming as she desperately rocked her hips back and forth, the flush on her pale skin growing deeper with every gasp that fell from her lips. 

Her work clothes were strewn messily on the floor, evidently in a frantic rush.

Poor Vanessa. So horny she could hardly wait till she got home.

It almost made you want to forgive her for having fun without you. 

You stood there, admiring her, for only moments more before she realized your presence. 

“Oh shit! I’m- sorry baby, I lost track of time.” Vanessa slammed the laptop shut in one swift movement while reaching over to cover herself with the bedsheets. Your usually dominant girlfriend melted into a puddle of embarrassment at being caught in such a position.

“I’m quite offended that you didn’t invite me to join,” you rolled your eyes at her playfully, sauntering up to her side of the bed. “And what were you watching? Don’t tell me those pictures I sent to you just last week weren’t enough!”

“I just, um—had fantasies.” 

She made no attempt to stop you as you reached for her laptop, and you took that as permission to flip it open.

“Oh, you dirty girl…” you mumbled as the screen lit up to reveal a video of two women with their thighs interlocked, wet cores pressing up against each other. One of them was blonde, and the other had hair that resembled yours. “So this is what you fantasize about us doing?”

A little noise escaped from the back of her throat as she met your gaze—pupils sinfully blown, green eyes slightly hooded over as if to plead with you. The sound of shifting beneath the sheets told you that she continued to pleasure herself against the pillow. 

“Y/N. My pussy aches, fuck, so bad, every time I think about rubbing it on yours. I can’t help myself.” She panted, lids drooping though she tried to maintain eye contact.

“Let me give you what you so desperately need, sweet girl. Come here.”

It took mere seconds for your clothes to join Vanessa’s on the floor. You climbed on top of her, tangling your fingers deep in her hair, savouring her lips in a heated kiss. Her needy moans sent goosebumps along your skin, and you were soaked, through and through. It drove you crazy when your girlfriend was loud in bed. 

Peeling back the sheets, you pulled away from her mouth to take in her naked form. You grabbed the pillow from between her thighs, the musky scent of her sticky goodness lingering on the fabric.

“So perfect, baby,” you held one of her legs up, allowing yourself to shimmy between them, just until your vulvas were inches away from touching. “Gonna bury my face in this pussy after we’re done here.”

Her hands gripped on to your hips as she tried to pull you in closer, but you wanted to take your time with her, tease her a little.

“Y/N, I swear to god…”  

You rolled your hips forward so that you barely grazed against her. A shaky moan sounded in the back of your throat at how slippery she felt — heaven. Pure heaven. 

Vanessa seemed to agree, throwing her head back as her chest heaved with gasps and pants. Her nails dug into the skin of your hips. Unable to hold back for any longer, you closed the distance between you, thighs fitting together like the last two pieces of a puzzle waiting to be solved.

The first sensation melted away any thoughts left in your head. So warm, and so, so, wet. 

“Fuuuck,” Vanessa groaned, her voice raspy and gravelly. 

You grinded frantically, trying to find some friction for your swollen clit. The squelch of wetness joined the chorus of lewd sounds that already filled the room. 

“Mmm- you like that baby?” You panted out. “Doesn’t my pussy feel so much better than that damn pillow? Hmm?”

“Oh yes, baby, you feel so fucking amazing. Fuck…don’t stop, please go faster..” Her hips moved in small circles, and she let out a soft moan every time it hit the spot just right. 

“No pillow can fuck you as good as I can. Can a pillow fuck you like this?”

“No! Only you can!” Vanessa’s mouth fell open as her brows began to furrow. 

The whole bed shook from your effort, and you had to interrupt the intensity of the moment to move her laptop—that was still on the bed—to the night stand. She giggled as you stretched over, barely reaching the nightstand, given your current position.

Her hands traveled up your chest, massaging your tits and admiring how your nipples hardened under her touch.

“Let’s cum together,” she gazed up at you, full of lust, immediately bringing the mood back.

It only took minutes more before you were both on the edge. Every time your clit bumped against hers, you became increasingly aware that you weren’t going to last very much longer.

“Nessy, I’m close,” you hated how pathetic you sounded in that moment, but were too horny to care. 

Vanessa grabbed your hips once again, and gave a few more firm thrusts. 

That was all you needed. The pressure ignited the fireworks in your stomach, setting off explosions of pleasure. Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut, the arch in her back and the twitch of her thighs telling you that she too, had teetered off the edge.

“I’m in love with your pussy,” she moaned blissfully, words slurred. 

You tried to reciprocate, but, well—a hoarse scream was all you managed. 

For a minute or two after, you remained in your position, basking in the afterglow. Her sweaty body underneath you, core still radiating warmth against your own. 

“So,” you broke the silence, smiling at her. 

“So..” she beamed back.

Slowly, you untangled your shaky legs from hers, a string of wetness connecting her to you for a moment longer. You leaned in to kiss her, and ran your tongue along her chapped lips. 

“By the way, I haven’t forgotten about the promise I made earlier,” you whispered into the kiss suggestively. “I still want my dinner.”

“All yours,” she whispered back. “Though I wonder if it will taste any different…now that your uh…juice is mixed in with mine.”

“Ooh, can’t wait! It’s like a new smoothie flavour!”

She shook her head, laughing, as you got on your stomach. 

[zombiiegrr]

no one knows . 💌

dbf ! joel x fem! reader

cw : dumbification, a bit of overstimulation, slight degrading, heavy praise, age gap (Joels 40, readers 21 ) , daddy kink , slightly pentup joel, mentions of breeding, bit of jealousy talk of exhibition and sex with multiple of ppl. afab reader !! w she/her pronouns ..

there’s a slight mention of his arms being the size of your face and him holding you up while u.. welp! but fyi Joel is beefy and over 6’2 in this fanfic just for my own “personal” liking he is STRONG cause im a big girl myself don’t feel like you gotta size down for this! not at all. enjoy sweetheart ≧◡≦

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You were beautiful and finally wanted to visit home. College in California was amazing being originally from Dallas, Texas loving the beaches and the social life back in Cali away from your Christian strict family who didn’t understand the point of being an adult is living your life not doing anything that other people wanted you to do but living how you wanted to.

everyone was trying to talk to you sliding smart remarks about you “developing and showing it” all giving you fake smiles as they “ adjusted” your shirt that was perfectly appropriate but had to have the church’s approval. You quickly make your way away from everyone and made the small walk about to your childhood home. You walked in taking a deep breath looking for your father making your way into the garage 

Honestly you were distracted , not by everyone calling and wanting to see you, not by people wondering how you grew into a women so fast and making you uncomfortable with the way they were adjusting. no you were distracted by the man working on the car before you in your fathers garage covered in car oil who surprised you 

Joel miller

You would never say that you were shy or even think after dealing with college boys that any man would make you feel nervous or even needy. But Joel managed to make you feel like a teen again he made you want his attention by doing small things like bending over and spilling water on your white shirt trying to make eye contact with him not winning as he locked eye contact with you.

you greeted your dad handing him the water he yelled for when you walked in, bending over to see the older man under the car who wanted anything to drink or snack on.

“s’okay darlin lemme finish this part up and I’ll take you on that offer” he answered grunting as he fixed up the small part he was screwing back into place his arms looked like the size of your face he put his strength into this small piece of the car

you felt like a perv as you watched his whole bodywork on this car sliding out looking around for his small towel to wipe anything that got onto his face in the way. you didn’t dress up not expecting him to wear an old volleyball jersey and some cherry-printed shorts with long white socks that you grabbed from your father's room

you suddenly felt underdressed and he looked at every detail of your outfit making you feel like changing into something he might like. As he finished up standing reminding you how he felt like he was towering over you as he reached to put the oil behind you not breaking eye contact.

your dad invited him over for the game wanting to drink beer and asked you if you wanted to join. You didn’t know anything about football or anything they talked about but you knew Joel would be there and agreed to watch the game with them.

Joel said he would head over to his place to freshen up cause he was covered in oil and sweat. you thought about putting something nicer but didn’t want to be obvious that you were trying to impress him you felt so desperate for this older man’s attention as he slip out of your home.

you decided to just breathe and clear your mind and relax clearing any impure thoughts in your mind before walking out into the living room again. You did put on a tad bit of perfume and some lip gloss staying in your room until you hear Joel’s trunk pull up again.

He let himself in and after twenty minutes you sat in between your father and Joel as the game went on. Your dad had about 3 beers at this time and wasn’t even staying awake for the game and started to fall asleep excusing himself for a “break” knowing he was going to knock out. Joel didn’t say much as he was focusing on the game as he stretched his arm on the armrest behind you closing in the space between the both of you.

“So. College?” Joel broke the silence making you perk up from looking at your thighs.

“College..” you mumbled not knowing where he was going with that but happy to talk to him.

“Any new things you can’t share with your father” he joked with a visible smirk growing

you playfully pushed his arm “wouldn’t you like to know” you replied

“so not the good girl I know anymore? shoulda known” now that got a reaction out of you due to the nickname you sure did enjoy.

“I haven’t been for a while mr. miller” you whispered as you put you head back on the couch. he looked at you clearly not focused on the game anymore

“speak up honey didn’t quite hear you.” he said not letting you break eye contact with him while he took in all of your reactions.

“I'm not a good girl anymore Mr. miller” you said loud enough for him to hear you not wanting to be quiet this time. The look he was giving you wasn’t clear you couldn’t tell if he was upset or turned on by whatever you were saying but you didn’t want to stop.

he just kept looking at you. You wanted to beg him to say something looking at you like he wanted something from you but didn’t want to say it. Like he was scared of doing something like if he wouldn’t be able to stop himself but that was you just hoping

“gotta watch that mouth sunshine or you're gonna give me the wrong idea” he said as he arm left from behind you rubbing his eyebrows

“what? you scared sir?” that got his attention as he shot his eyes at you. “it’s almost like you lost that touch I would hear you and my dad talking about I wanna see what the fuss is about”

“geez you are gonna kill me sugar” he laughed to you as he adjusted his pants “I have no clue what your talking about. I ain’t lost my touch”

you took a swing of the left over beer you had on the table scooting your hips a bit closer to him

“Maybe those college boys just don’t know what they're doing” You paused looking at him, while he watched you waiting for the rest of your sentence “They don’t know how to make me feel good Joel, or is that just all men?” You whispered in his ear as you could see his pants getting a bit tight again giving you a confidence boost.

You excepted another shut down or him telling you to watch your mouth but you felt his hands pulling you by your hips and the other pulling you by your face his lips tasting like candy and beer mixing the fruit flavors you had placed on the table

“Ain’t you a dirty girl” is all he said as you moaned against his lips looking for some relief while your body ached to be touched by the older man in front of you. You were now sitting in his lap as you rode his thigh as he kissed your neck and collarbone. You didn’t know how or why it took so little for him to touch you but you didn’t care.

He held your thighs in place laughing at how needy you were for him he stopped kissing you and just was taking a good look at you sighing

‘m suppose to be watching the game” he said while rubbing your thighs clearly hard underneath you. “we shouldn’t do this darlin” he whispered

“but you want to” you answered grinding yourself on him as he grunted gripping your thighs a bit tighter. He kissed your arm a bit more and told you for your good he would be heading home.

“joel-.” He cut you off with a kiss then a kiss on the forehead telling you to head to bed.

You couldn’t believe you got womanly blue balled and knew you had to keep getting back at him.

you walked him out with a clearly frustrated look making him laugh at you again. As he said his goodbyes telling you to rest easy.

you weren’t gonna make this easy for him

two days later . 💌

You greeted the small group of ppl your father had invited over getting water from the fridge happy that your dad had gave up on making you change your outfits since 10th grade.

you wore that shirt on purpose. you were teasing him. he sat with a hard-on while you served everyone drinks with that cute white sheer t-shirt with a cute red lace push-up sticking out while your cute miniskirt struggled to stay covering your ass as you bounced around the kitchen you’d purposely bend over a little farther every time you gave a drink to someone in front of him spreading your legs fat enough for him to see what he wanted but for so short of time.

“excuse me Joel” you giggled as you gave him a clear view of under your skirt in front of all your father's friends “passing” by him to sit inside on the couch.

the men started asking you the same questions, about the school, and my plans for afterward you would feel Joel’s eyes on you as you shamelessly flirted with the older men at the table

you pulled out your phone texting the number you stole from your dads phone excusing yourself to the bathroom

“hi there mr.miller” you texted waiting for a reply as you watched him look at his phone from the bathroom window.

he smirked a bit before replying “Get out of the bathroom” You giggled as you reached to take a picture of the wet mark growing in your underwear under your mini skirt pulling your underwear to the side a bit showing a little more for him. you sent the picture then looked out the window to see his reaction

he spit on his drink and quickly excused himself from the table making you laugh as you exited the bathroom looking at your phone to see you were still on read. you giggled as you walked not watching where you were going feeling an arm pulling you back to the bathroom you had just left

“Are you batshit? right in front of your father? aint you a dirty bitch did you want them all to see” he was so angry you could see his muscles flexing all of his insults went straight to your underwear and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter for him as he pushed you against the bathroom door locking it behind you

“getting so worked up over a picture geez how long as it been” you joked throwing coal in the fire as you watched for his reaction

“Such a dirty mouth. s’okay you just need a man to fuck it shut. on your knees” You crossed your arms acting as if you wanted nothing more than his cock bruising your throat

“don’t fucking make me make you” You giggled at him as you went down slowly feeling him force you down faster sliding his sweats down sliding his boxers down next. he was so big and heavy it’s not like you didn’t guess he would be but seeing it up close scared you a bit. he told you to open up so you did way quicker than you probably should’ve giving you no time as he started to tease you before giving you one last breath and stuffing your throat

He was laughing at all the noises you made and the way you pulled on his sweats and squeezed his thighs you could take it you knew you could but you didn’t know he would make you take it so fast

“‘m gonna cum faster then i wanted to fucking tight throat ” you hummed on his cock as he gave you no mercy letting out curses and groans he pulled your head back and started to jerk off right above your face groaning as you looked him right in the eyes

“silly girl you just wanted attention aint that right” he joked as he slapped himself on your cheek grabbing your head once again and slamming himself right back into your throat

“fucking showing off in front of everyone. you want them to fuck you too? all of us fuckin you dumb” you shook your head as he pulled out of you to let you talk

“no no i want you” you mumbled while taking deep breaths as you watched him jerk off in front of you again.

“I know sugar I know cause i wouldn let anyone fuck what’s mine,” he said as you finally make your throat feel full again. He started to shake and grip your head harder as he let out more praises for you

“fuckin take it fuck me” he whispers as he paints the inside of your throat with his cum making sure you shallow and don’t waste a drop of him. As he finally comes back to his senses he starts to kiss your forehead as you hear your father calling out to you for being gone for a while

you try to call back even with the sore throat saying you would be right there. Looking at Joel who looked more relaxed shooting him air kisses and you walked out of the bathroom.

a few days later 🥀

you missed Joel texting him once and a while teasing him with pictures getting a call right away. You had the house to yourself as you walked around in pretty underwear and a small top you had since the junior year you jumped when you seen a man inside your sink you noticed right away it was the man you had been cumming to for the last few nights.

you cleared your throat making him aware of you and seeing him peak out while looking you up and down as he kept working

“ain’t you up early” he grumbled and he sounded like he finished up whatever he was working up sitting up and starting to clean and wash his hands in the sink

you just looked at him as he washed his hands and nails being such a clean man. you suddenly felt needy for him again realizing he hasn’t even touched you and you’ve had his cock in your mouth

you started to rub on his arm making him look at you real quick then looking around

“what time do you think your dad will be back” he asked

“around 9 pm it’s only 10 am right now,” you said giving him a nice view of the cute underwear you threw on he chuckled at you and bit your shoulder gently and kissed up slowly. you wiggled under him wanting more as you started to hold yourself in place bending you over the kitchen counter. he slowly took off your underwear dropping to his knees and letting out a beautiful sound while he looked at your bare cunt already wet for him he slowly kiss around your thighs and made his way slowly to your aching core not knowing when or how he was going to touch you

you felt him kiss your clit making you moan softly as he opened you up slowly he was focusing hard on your clit and it was driving you over the edge already. You had wanted him so bad and now you had him and you could feel yourself losing it quickly he brought his hand up along your leg squeezing gently finally bringing his long fingers up to your begging body

his thick fingers stretched you out nice as you squeezed around him leaning on the kitchen sink you couldn’t breathe and didn’t know how you were so close to just his fingers and mouth.

“I ain’t the stupid boys you fuck around with dumb girl,” he said gripping your face and making you look at him as he used his mouth to play with your desperate clit. “s’okay gonna fuck that cunt straight baby girl so desperate for a breeding” That drove you over the edge as he touched everywhere you needed

“m sorry Daddy” You had never called anyone that before never feeling like it never fit with the boys the same age as you seeing as they never did this much foreplay with you.

He kept his eyes on you as he smirked at the name you had slipped out. he forced you to look at him not that you wanted to look at anything else. you repeated the nickname slower while you clenched around his fingers.

“aint that fucking pathetic. you want me that bad?” you nodded quickly as he was laughing at how shameless you were being for him. “such a stupid girl”

you could feel yourself getting closer as he continued to lick your sensitive clit while fingering you as the wet sounds grew and grew

“m gonna- can i?” you felt yourself asking if you could cum for him knowing you would even if he said no way to close to stop yourself now

“cum for you ‘daddy’ darlin” You allowed yourself to cum while slightly mocking you keeping the same pace which you were happy for not even begging to argue with him mocking you as it turned you on even more. He didn’t stop after you came holding you in place as you shook in his mouth feeling tears touch your cheeks taking all of him and he enjoyed your reaction. you couldn’t take it anymore gripping his hair crying out for him as you started to cum again so quickly

It took you so long to stop shaking on his fingers before he pulled your arm walked you to your bedroom and pushed you onto your bed you legs were shaking as you still felt sensitive from the overstimulation in the kitchen. You could hear his belt buckle coming off and felt his hands touching you all over again as he stretched your pussy wider lining himself up against your wet hole you couldn’t help but shake underneath him looking at how big he was again

“is it gonna fit?” you asked shaky looking back at him

“we’ll make it fit” he mumbles as he slides himself slowly into you getting a groan and whimper from the both of you as he filled you up so beautifully you gripped the sheets mumbling about how big he was you could feel your legs go numb as he slowed pressed into you.

“aint even all of me baby” he laughed as he pressed farther into you filling you up in a way you had never felt before. He was finally stopping for a second giving you a bit of time to adjust to him.

“Please move Joel i-I need it” you finally said as you got needy from the cockwarming it only took a second more of begging before Joel was slowly taking you. You keep squeezing hoping he would go faster

“behave” was all he said as he spanked you, you let out a long whine wanting him more than anything knowing you could take it

“m a big girl I can ta-take it” is all you said before you felt your arms being pulled back as he started to slam himself into you. You couldn’t breathe anymore as moans and cries were slipping out of you

the older man was letting out cuss words and beautiful praises as he fucked you senseless

“fucking mine you ain’t ever fucking those boys ever again baby girl.” Joel could feel himself becoming drunk off of you as he put his arm under your neck pushing your body onto his as he kept fucking himself into you.

you could barely think as he fucked parts of you he was filling you up so good as you lost your thoughts and could only think about Joel and how good you were feeling

“please Joel I can feel you so deep please please Joel” you kept repeating as you got closer and closer again he kissed your neck noticing you slipping under him he pulled out making you cry at the loss of him flipping you over so your legs rested on his shoulders and he could look at you while he fucked himself into you.

“That’s a good girl. you alright sweetheart” he lightly slapped your cheek getting your attention and making sure you weren’t too lost to tell him you needed a break and this was the only time he could feel himself able to stop

“m ok.. please,” you said as you rocked your hips into him needing to feel him deep inside you again. Seeing you so drunk off of him brought him over the edge he could feel himself getting there as he brought his fingers to touch your aching clit and brought you there with him as he slowly thrust into you kissing you gently making you lose yourself again.

“feel so good. sweetheart you feel so good” he whimpered out making you squeeze around him kissing him sloppy as his fingers touched right where you needed them. you grabbed onto his arm lazily trying to make him aware but he could feel it and hear how breathless you were getting he could hear how sloppy you sounded for him again unable to stop himself he kept going until you were there

“you fucking my cock so good. good job sugar” he talking you through it praising you as you bounced up and down on him.

“Where do you want me,” he asked praying you said inside he didn’t want to cum anywhere else he just wanted to watch himself leak out of your claiming your pussy as his.

“in- inside in please I want it so bad please ” you didn’t even recognize yourself as you begged still sensitive and shaking.

“I got you Darlin Jesus I’m gonna breed this pussy sugar” he mumbled as he let out a long groan as he pushed your legs back stuffing himself into you as he fill you up warm. he still kept kissing the side of your neck as he let out beautiful songs as you lightly squeezed around him not wanting to waste anything.

you both sat there with his head in your neck and your arms around him. he didn’t move for a bit as you started to recollect yourself gathering everything squeezing his neck and smelling his hair . he pulled himself out slowly earning a moan at the loss. he left for a second leaving you a bit lonely coming back with water, a wet washrag, and baby wipes from the bathroom.

“you gotta go pee, sweetheart” he reminded you as he cleaned you off gently kissing every part he cleaned putting the water bottle in your hand

“please don’t leave while i pee” you said using him to stand up limping to the bathroom

“wouldn’t dream of it darling” as you came back from the bathroom and the rubbed all over you making sure you were comfortable and that you didn’t regret anything he was so gentle and you didn’t want to be anywhere else. you had time before your father came back and just wanted to relax with Joel.

authors note! 📩

HIII THIS IS KINDA LONG DID U GUYS LIKE ITTTT PLZ LMKK IF U DID i havent wrote in so long and this isn’t even proof read wtf but yeah okay thank you so much for reading sorry the aftercare part kinda sucked I suck at that. plz Lmk if u guys want anything else okay bye bye love you!

[taki118]

Yakuza Fiance ep 5 Manga Comparison

After the overstuffed ep 4 ep 5 is a breath of fresh air still some context missed but not as badly, as always the differences are below, and I'm using fantranslations cause I'm lazy.

So thankfully they did keep the conversation I said the dropped last time. Re-ordering things is still dumb to me (I think the Renji talk would have been a better cold open) but at least its here. Though again there are some differences

For one they took out Yoshino noticing all the missed calls/messages from Kirishima which is a funny thing. The anime does make up for by actually having Yoshinos head move around the room as Kirishima points out weak points which is a nice gag that takes advantage of the medium (wish they would continue that)

(Not relevant but I think the box of sauces they show at the end of the scene is reference to an extra the manga had about Tokyo not having a bunch of sauces that Osaka has)

For once the anime adds in a scene that isn't ominous starring, giving us Yoshino looking at test results to flow into her fears about the actual exams, which is nice.

So its not a change here but due to pervious change the dialogue in the anime makes less sense. So as I said in ep 4 when Yoshino is talking to Kirishima about her dad he lets her in on the fact he's looked into her family so when Yoshino asks him here how much he knows about Tsubaki it makes sense. Because the anime dropped this bit the anime view has to assume that like Yoshino assumes he did this.

So here is a bit they dropped during the conversation after meeting Tsubaki that I feel like is a waste

Yoshino more explains what she means when she says Tsuabki is such a Kyoto girl, noting they went all the way to Ise once and just had food from a Kyoto restaurant chain. Its funny and sad to see it go but overall ok to drop.

This isn't like a dialogue change but a shot change kinda I havent mentioned it much but a lot of the shot choices the anime makes are odd but this one is a bit of a loss. When Yoshino looks at the sandals in the anime she just does a height comparision with Kirishima and its cute but

But its not as cute as Yoshino tugging Kirishima by the arm to look with her. Also it cuts that Tsubaki is starring at Kirishima who's obviously enjoying the attention.

The conversation Tsubaki has with Kirishima about his behavior towards Yoshino (which FYI is really important and I could talk more on) is pretty accurate a few reorderings but this was dropped and i just think its a shame

Its good insight, and an added visual to help bring everything across.

Anyway the lead into Tsuabki and Kirishimas "date" is much the same the big drop is this bit with Yoshino

It again shows that she is a lot smarter than she gives herself credit for, knowing what they'll talk about.

So the ferris wheel scene is pretty accurate but they left out a rather important bit where Kirishima is explaining his theory about Yoshino having never lost a kidney.

They don't show HOW Kirishima knew the scar wasn't quite right for kidney removal, in the anime the assumption is that he looked it up in the manga they note that he had a specialist take a look this specialist being one of his friends with benefits. This is important because this lets you in one WHY Kirishima is primarily with these women (and they are all women) all of them have something he needs, connections, information or skills that he does not have access to normally. He's not just sleeping around for the fun of it even Ayano the girl we see in ep 3, she's a model with boyfriend who has connections. This is subtle set up to pay offs down the line as Kirishimas actions are better explained. Its a rather important loss and really eye opening on re reads as things begin to click.

and this leads into another thing where technically its the same but subtleties are missed. The anime just has Tsubaki note this is an odd convo on a ferris wheel and questioning why Kirishima is so fixated on Yoshino, before Kirishima talks about the train ticket.

The manga however first has Kirishima state he wished he could be on the ferris wheel with Yoshino, which adds context to why Tsubaki asks her question. Then Kirishima hesitates, he thinks for a moment before bringing it up because he knows this information will get to Yoshino and he's weighing his options. It adds weight to what he says letting the reader know that this is indeed important. Also it removes a line where Kirishima explains he wasn't given any extra funds so he had to scrape it together another hint for later.

So the rest of the ep is pretty accurate, nothing I can really take too much note of, not as much as other episodes but what was dropped is pretty disappointing in many ways.

[ladysophiebeckett]

This post is super long and idk who will read it but if there's anything I love to do on the internet its post aimlessly to no one. (anyway)

It gets said a lot that Betty was naïve in how she entered her relationship with Armando, but we fail to take into account how desperate Betty was to live her own life. From the beginning of her character arc she talks about needing a change.

It starts with Roman's invitation, saying he has a guy for Betty but she needs to ask permission (at her 25 yrs of age). Don Hermes says no.

Betty argues back. Don Hermes' excuse is 'you can't go out with strangers'. But Betty isn't really fighting about going out with some guy. Deep down she knows Roman and his neighborhood troublemaking annoying friends are up to no good. It's not about them. It's about her wanting something, asking for it and being denied.

The scene ends like this:

He says the world is dangerous for women and she doesn't understand that. She claims that she can defend herself and he says the above. Betty runs off crying. Dona Julia goes after her and when she returns Don Hermes asks if she's calmed down. From that question alone, it seems as if this isn't the first time Betty has fought with her dad about the rules he imposes upon her. Nor is it the first time that Betty has ran out of a room crying bc she fought with him and lost.

This has happened before.

I don't want to assume that everyone feels the way I feel about Don Hermes, which is that he's annoying. (I'm using 'annoying' as a broad term to describe his overprotection and the traditional\patriarchal way he runs his household, fyi, I know its there. I see it. But I'm not going to delve in that direction).

But there's a reason he's annoying (overprotective). Everything he does for Betty is laced with good intentions, but those good intentions are a double edged sword. At this stage in the story he appears overprotective and suffocating. It's when Dona Julia is pleading with him to let Betty go out that we hear a mention about Miguel (whose original name was 'Juan Ramon' but gets changed to 'Miguel' later on)--a guy who Betty cared about but 'disappeared'.

Let's backtrack to Betty running out of the room when Don Hermes says no. She cries to her mother about how overprotective and controlling her dad is. It's one of the few times Betty is open with someone about how she feels about the way he treats her. We get brief information about how he decided her education, about how she was sent to catholic school, how she wasn't allowed to hang out with the other girls bc she was too young, that the only male friend she was allowed to have was Nicolas and it was bc they were 'practically raised together' (and bc they knew his mother).

She continues to say ‘how is a man going to see me as a normal woman if you keep me treating me like a child? When the only thing I do is stay locked away in this room with only books and stuffed animals?’ The Miguel Situation gets its first mention and its foreshadowed that it hurt Don Hermes and Dona Julia to see their daughter suffer, but Betty says that one bad experience shouldn’t be a reason why she stays that way the rest of her life (which is very brave of her to say considering we know later how afraid she is of letting herself fall deeper in love with Armando).

The last thing she says to Dona Julia is key,

Betty's running theme is change. The eagerness of something to change. Either she needs to change or her dad needs to change. Something needs to change bc she knows she can't keep living the way she's living. She's desperate for something, anything to happen in her life. She goes on to say:

'Queira la major estudiante, la tuvo. La queria graduada con honores, especialiaziones, la tuvo. La queira trabajando en un gran empresa, la tiene trabajando en un a gran empresa. Yo ya les cumpli. Ahora quiero cumplir con mi vida.’

Again, it's not only about going out with some guy. It's about Betty living her own life now that she's done all the things that have been asked of her. From Betty's pov, she's played by the rules, so at what point is she free to do what she wants?

She is the quintessential good daughter, quintessential good student, and later on the quintessential loyal employee that becomes the quintessential loyal clandestine girlfriend--bc those were the rules she was told to play by. But she's at a point in her life where that's not enough to sustain her.

After hearing this, Dona Julia goes back to Don Hermes to plead on behalf of her daughter, however she says something concerning:

Dona Julia is afraid that if Don Hermes doesn't loosen his restrictions, that Betty will have a nervous breakdown and fall into a depression that will cause her to move out of the house.

Sidestepping the 'what if our daughter moves out' comment---

When Betty confides in Armando about her relationship with Miguel and how it ended, she doesn't call it 'depression'--however the way she describes it is very intune with what depression is.

She didn't want to live, she cried many nights, she missed classes at university. She lost the motivation to do anything. This is more than just a 'break up'. It's a traumatic experience and its aftermath is a period of depression that Betty almost didn't survive. Her parents watched her go through this, helplessly and Betty claims it's why her dad protects her so much.

Here we see her showing that she understands Don Hermes and why he does what he does. However, when we see Betty's childhood flashbacks post letter, we see that Don Hermes has always been this way as a consequence of how the world treats his daughter. We see that Betty gets bullied, marginalized--no loving parent wants their child to suffer. So he isolates her from that world so that nothing bad can ever touch her. He tries to provide her with everything he can--books and stuffed animals. Things to fill a void with.

No one can blame him for wanting to protect his daughter, but by isolating her he inadvertently teaches Betty that the solution to when things get hard is to lock yourself away and internalize everything.

In Don Hermes' defense his child rearing is mostly focused on ethics and math. A parent does what they can. So it's no surprise that after the Miguel Incident, he became even more tightly reigned over Betty's life. But again, it does more harm than good.

After Betty's ghosted by Roman and his sketchy loser friend, she's disappointed and cries. Don Hermes has no idea how to comfort or understand a 25 year old woman as he does not see her as one. He assuages her like a father would a child. He says 'We'll go do something together as a family. We'll go see a movie on Friday, champ'. (Not a literal translation). Then he says to Dona Julia, 'If I hadn't given her permission to begin with, then she wouldn't be upset about being (plantada\ghosted)'. He has no problem being seen as the bad guy in Betty's eyes if it means she avoids getting hurt in a worse way.

A couple days later, Don Hermes insists on driving her to work instead of her walking to her bus stop bc he fears she'll run into Roman and his current loser friends.

Betty says to him:

'Let me handle it' she says. Don Hermes doesn't look convinced. And then immediately Nicolas shows up at her door:

Dona Julia is also looking out for Betty and off screen took it upon herself to have Nicolas walk her to the bus stop that morning. She knows Betty needs some kind independence but using Nicolas as an intermediary gives her reassurance.

Betty rejects both options and rushes out the door. Don Hermes, pulling a Dona Julia, takes Nicolas with him and follows Betty on her way to her stop just in case something happens. What they see is Betty doing what she said she would do--handle it.

When left to her own devices Betty can and will handle things on her own, but both her parents insist in their own ways, to keep her in a protective bubble.

As the series progresses we see Betty become friends with el curatel, more specifically Aura Maria. We can all recall when AM has Betty join her on a double date and said date doesn't end well for Betty. Her date is uninterested, rude--despite Betty's best efforts. She gets home late and her dad is not happy. He calls her a 'descarda' when he sees the car dropping her off and then claims she didn't ask permission, to which Betty says 'Well I called my mom and let her know bc you weren't home'. Which leads to this:

Betty becomes the sole breadwinner of her household at some point but Don Hermes reminds her that that doesn't give her any right to decide what she can do with her free time or what time she can come home at. He then makes claims about AM and the men AM is associated with. Betty then defends her and the men (even tho they were lame):

Betty's face here is trying to contain herself but you can tell she's upset. Especially bc it wasn't the best evening, so to be getting yelled at over it doesn't feel worth it. But also, you can see Betty has a fire in her eyes; quiet frustration and inner rebelliousness bc she has been reminded yet again, that she has no freedom despite having a job in a 'great company' and having all the graduation merits and on top of that, now financially supporting her family. It's not enough. And might never be enough.

Despite this, Betty reigns her anger in and goes back to being the quintessential good daughter:

Don Hermes is not fully convinced but he appears to calm down after that.

A lighter altercation between them happens when he takes Betty home after a lanaziamento. He accuses her of taking too many liberties bc of the job that she has, criticizes her being out too much, criticizes her friends. His main worry is that she forgets her traditional values (Betty: Yo sigo siendo de las casa).

As we know, all Betty does is work and get caught in whatever mess el curatel gets her into. Regardless, Don Hermes doesn't like it. He doesn't like the women Betty surrounds herself with and he doesn't like her work or its events:

'The (fashion) world is too much, it's not for you'\'I know it's not my world, it's my job'.

I don't think Don Hermes is trying to be cruel when he says this, rather, I think he fears Betty will one day throw away the values and ethics he's taught her. (She kinda sorta does) Before she leaves for Cartagena, he insists she take a picture of him and Dona Julia, which gives weight to another inner fear of his; that Betty will forget her family and where she came from.

He stubbornly refuses to see (and accept) that Betty is an adult woman who wants to act like an adult woman. She does want to go out with her friends and dance and have the occasional drink. She does wants to date and meet someone, fall in love and in return show the love she's capable of giving.

She's desperate for the opportunity but believes it will never happen for her, so she decides to only dedicate herself to work and by doing so--and out of loneliness, she embraces her fantasies of (an) Armando that we know doesn't exist bc he's the only one that sees her value as a person and a professional. But when Mariana reads her the tarot cards---

Key word here: Change. Both of your lives are going to change.

Betty has been seeking a change in her life. This feeds into her illusions but she doesn't truly start to believe anything could happen until Armando begins to start acting differently around her.

We know it's the plan taking its course but for Betty this is a dream come true. But even in the beginning she's cautious, she doesn't know if the kiss they shared was a mistake and would rather not mention it to him in order to continue keeping the work relationship they already have (and she's happy to maintain if it means to being in his life).

But because Armando seeks her out, it's difficult for her to resist despite the type of relationship he's offering her. In a similar vein to Armando post letter, when he mentally refuses to put the clues together about why she's acting differently--Betty doesn't put together the recent embargo with his sudden interest in her. Where Armando chooses to be blind; Betty's inner frustrations and illusions of having something in her life that's not just work and an over controlled life, speak louder.

There is naiveté in play. It's true that she doesn't know a lot about the world but it's at the result of the overprotectiveness of Don Hermes that Betty doesn't read the signs as clearly until she reads the letter and is cruelly brought down back to earth.

Betty thought that Armando was the change she had been yearning for and her desperation for that change, for that dream to come true---is why she accepts the relationship he's offering her. He's trusted her implicitly until then, so why would she doubt him now?

The Letter happens and Betty's first instinct, the first action she wants to take is to run away. She doesn't want to go back to work, but Catalina reminds her of her responsibilities, that she can't just jump ship when people like Armando are depending on her. Betty especially can't leave as her parents are also depending on her and to quit suddenly with no warning would raise suspicions.

TW: for brief mentions of ED.

(I talk briefly about Betty skipping meals. I don't think the character has an eating disorder per say, but if you gotten this far and this makes the reader uncomfortable, count 5 paragraphs down to skip).

Betty enters the Gaslighting Arc depressed and dead inside. She's no longer a student, she can't afford to take days off to lay comatose in her bed. She also can't let her parents find out that something like Miguel (only worse) has happened to her again.

Post letter on, the series makes a habit of showing Betty either skipping breakfast or skipping dinner. Usually this is just done to show that a character is in a rush and usually bears no importance.

But this happens multiple times. At El Meson she orders vodka and they never get dinner. At Le Noir, despite Nicolas saying they make great eggs, she has him order wine. The night of Armando's last lanzamiento, Armando knows she hasn't eaten and offers to bring her dinner which she rejects. And lastly her diary entry\ voice over from the night she buys the mercedes\rejects Armando's call:

'Desvanezco' is to 'fade'\'vanish'. '...I am fading away before him while he only cares about his company' (rough translation).

Betty acknowledges here that she's not taking care of herself. In the first entry Post Letter she states that she doesn't have the strength to resuscitate herself again. She's metaphorically dead but the reality is that she's depressed and the only thing sustaining her during this period is her anger. (and alcohol). And once the Junta Directiva happens and everything is revealed, Betty in only left with the hurt.

(TW: End of ED mention)

Audience members get annoyed with Betty in the first half of the Cartagena Arc bc she continues to put herself down--Catalina is almost the audience insert with how put off she is with Betty's self deprecation.

It's not healthy or helpful for Betty to view herself this way and yes, it's a learned behavior that she needs to break desperately. But what the audience forgets is that Betty is tired. This is a woman that has tried to change things in her life and she always gets it wrong. Her first foray into love is a failure bc he used her, her attempts at dating are another failure, when she tries to change her look it's another failure; she put all her love and hope into Armando and then he betrays her.

She's been beaten down so much by those attempts, on top of society's view of her--that of course once in Cartagena she immediately feels out of place. Of course her first instinct, yet again, is to run back to the safe haven her dad has always provided for her.

'This isn't my world' which harkens back to Don Hermes telling her a similar thing, '...That's not for you'. It's not helpful and fuels Betty's fight or flight. And she's always picking flight.

This is Betty's first time away from home. This is the first time she has ever been away from her parents. That's why the airport scene with them is so dramatic. She's never slept a night away that's not in her house. A 'niña de la casa' no more. This is the opportunity that she's been waiting for but she doesn't see that yet amid the heartbreak.

Catalina has to guide her and essentially push her out of her comfort zone; and challenge her way of thinking and seeing the world and herself. Betty's always wanted changes in her life but she never knew that in order to embrace new things into your life, you have to be open about it mentally. You can't hide and internalize everything in your entire life. It's damaging to oneself.

In the middle of her trip she tells Nicolas, "No. I can't leave. I'm living something very important here. They (the board) can wait'. Betty is finally putting herself first and putting her foot down. Had they insisted on her presence at the beginning of her trip, she would have gone back.

Betty didn't just need to get away from Armando, she needed to get away from her family, specifically her dad. The internal and external changes that Betty goes through in Cartagena would not have been possible in Bogota. Not with Don Hermes breathing down her neck and Dona Julia flustered in the background. It wouldn't have happened as he wouldn't have allowed it.

Betty needed to leave the protective bubble of her family to learn that she can put herself together, that she can handle it and come back stronger.

Don Hermes' goodbye at the airport consists of giving Catalina instructions of things Betty isn't allowed to do (she doesn't drink, she doesn't party). He, again, refuses to see her as an adult woman. But he is forced to when she comes back from Cartagena:

He goes on to say, 'I feel like I'm lecturing another person, not my daughter'.

But that doesn't stop him as he lectures her into the night:

This is inadvertently what he's taught her to do tho--run away from a situation bc it became hard.

However Betty defends herself and says she came back to deal with issue at hand and take responsibility for her part in it. She's not proud of what she did.

'Don't think I did all of that and then went on vacation. I needed a change in my life'.

This is the change Betty truly needed, the one she's been waiting for and the one that sticks. She needed to learn to see the value in herself, realize that she's not the only one who has ever suffered and more importantly learning not to abandon herself as soon she gets hurt.

No one else was ever going to give her that. Not a relationship, not her family, not her friends. Those people (specifically her family) may love her but in certain instances their love and affection is a blind spot for them and can inadvertently hold her back bc of their insistence on protecting her from the world.

My personal feelings for Don Hermes aside, he loves his daughter and everything he does is well intentioned. He's not necessarily a bad person or bad father, but his over protection is suffocating and his refusal to see that his daughter is no longer a child plays a part in Betty's arc about wanting people to see her as she is--A person that is smart and capable and deserving of respect.

He plays a big part in why Betty does what she does, her inner rebelliousness, her frustrations come from the restrictions he imposes on her. He's not wrong about certain things but he's not 100% right about how he goes about them when it comes to Betty.

As a husband...well.

Anyway.

Betty becomes more independent Post Cartagena and her dad kind of slowly accepts it, especially when it's said in passing that she as a midnight curfew. He's still annoying, but that is simply his character trait.

If you made it this far, thank you. There is no prize except for the inner satisfaction of finishing this post.

[javaelemental]

True Detective: Night Country, Ep. 6

Spoilers, y'all.

Okay, first thing's first. The single most important question about this entire season: How fuckin' many dead bodies has Rose gotten rid of? Because that was obviously not the first time she'd done that. It wasn't even the tenth time she'd done that. That stoned-ass old lady has put a lot of bodies in the ice, kids.

Somebody on reddit called that it was the cleaning ladies, LOL. Nicely done.

Also, loved that the cleaning ladies came and cleaned shit up. Loved the hell out of that. That whole thing, the vigilante justice by angry women with guns and an utter lack of fucks left to give? Delightful. 10/10, no notes.

So, this was one of those things that was written to be ambiguous on purpose. You can decide for yourself if Navarro was having visions or if she had the same mental illness that claimed her sister and mother, if she lived or died and came back as a ghost, if any of that fever dream that took up half the episode even happened like all that or if two gals were half frozen in a garage and hallucinating/dreaming or what.

The scientists doing the murder, and the way it went down... eh. Felt a bit much. All of 'em stabbing her to death? Clarke smothering her (and lying and/or delusional about it, the shithead). A bit much. Better if one of them had stabbed her in a fit of rage and the rest were complicit by keeping their mouths shut and going along with the cover up.

They were encouraging the mine to pollute more? Really? I think that's my main quibble about the actual murder mystery. I'll forgive the rest, but that feels a bit clumsy and contrived so that the mine could be involved.

Okay, I didn't hate the ending, I'm not mad about it, but it was a little weak. I really feel like this whole season could have used another pass by an editor, maybe another episode or two to flesh things out a bit and give it some room to breathe. Or, failing the extra episodes, maybe just a lighter touch on the supernatural vibes and a little more heft to the murder mystery.

I did like the vibe of the season, though. The incessant darkness was oppressive, and really screwed with your sense of time over the course of an episode.

Overall, I'd say it wasn't quite as solid as the first season, but it was easily as good as the third season, maybe better. It's been awhile since I saw season three.

Of course, it goes without saying that the cast was fantastic. They get the best people for this show, really.

But for real. How many bodies has Rose put in the ice? Is anyone keeping an eye on her? She was way too good at that.

(FYI, you're gonna want to stay out of the True Detective subreddit. They are having a whole entire temper tantrum meltdown over there.)

[sholmeser]

and fyi in this game edgeworth is repeatedly unaware of several different women’s outspoken attraction towards him, is repeatedly teased by those around him about this after which he STILL doesnt understand what anyone’s talking about, comments on the fragrant smell coming out of the flight attendants’ room on a plane and states that he has “no interest in what lies beyond”, says that he dislikes the smell of perfume, is called “pretty boy” by a bisexual man with his tits out every twenty seconds, specifically asks a cameraman to “call him” once shooting is finished so he can come back to where he is, is told by his old friend that he always knew they had a “special” relationship, frequently references phoenix’s impacts on his life and who he is as a person, and also he

[sugasiren]

☆ASTRO FACTS☆ ♈️

The Aries Woman & Her Real Power ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Pt 1

**FYI - this blog contains mature content.

Time to clear up some misconceptions! And confirm some truths. So pull up your seat, grab a snack & prepare for TOTAL fucking honesty. 💯 While this post is primarily about Aries Suns, much of it can also be applied to other Aries placements in general. So take whatever resonates.

♈️ Aries Women are usually into more dominant, masculine types. They adore men who are stronger & smarter than them whom they can learn from. 👍While Aries Women are indeed fully capable of taking care of themselves, they love knowing that they can lean on and trust the man that they love if needed. They prefer reliable partners with backbone. They have NO respect for passive males, as they will DESTROY a weaker man's soul. 🔥 Eat him alive just like the large plant in the 'Little Shop of Horrors' movie. 🤣 It truly ain't pretty!

♈️ Contrary to popular LIES... many Aries Women are VERY feminine. They aren't doormats though! Nor the girl-next-door type. Ram Women typically embody the "Hot Girl" or the "Femme Fatale" brand of Femininity. ❤️‍🔥 She's often the Leader of the pack whom other women model themselves after & want to be like. Jayne Mansfield, Diana Ross & Mariah Carey - Aries Sun 🌞; Sade, Janet Jackson, Pam Anderson - Aries Moon 🌙; Marilyn Monroe & Liz Taylor - Aries Venus ⚘️. Are any of these women Tomboys?? FUCK NO! They are womanly, spicy & passionate beings. Learn the damn difference.

I sometimes find that Taurus, Cancer & Virgo Women can push the "masculine" stereotype onto Aries Women the most because they wish to be more like them in certain ways. 💯 For instance, most Aries Women aren't taking care of ANY man. But I've seen Taurus paying for men, Cancer mothering men & Virgo trying to train men into being obedient dogs! Add to that, Scorpio Women are often control freaks who insist on leading. Sag & Aquarius Women are rebels who often try to compete with & emasculate any man that they encounter. So who's actually lacking in Femininity here?? Not Aries, from what I see. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Lots of projection going on.

♈️ Aries Women are indeed outspoken. They are typically confident & in possession of strong boundaries. They are open & honest communicators who aren't afraid to ask for what they want. Most Men LOVE this about them and wish more women were like this! 🩷 Alternatively, deep inside of every Ram Woman is a sweet, adventurous little girl with a heart of GOLD who yearns to feel safe. ❤️‍🔥 A maiden wanting her protector! They're an astonishing blend of pure innocence like the Spring Goddess Persephone + the wit & warrior spirit of Goddess Athena. 🙌 There are sooo many interesting layers to the Aries Woman!! It's insanely fascinating. They are deeply selective with who they disclose all of this to, though. So they can be misunderstood at times.

♈️ Aries Women are Masters of keeping men ON THEIR TOES in a healthy way. They like men and men adore them. 👌 They highly value autonomy, so they extend that to their partners and give them breathing room. They inspire men to be better, more powerful versions of themselves. They do have tempers!! But they don't hold grudges and their sex more than makes up for the trouble. 😺 They are playful and NEVER boring! How TF do you think we keep attracting the best of the best?? Not by being a Basic Bitch, my friends. 🤣

♈️ According to Marriage Statistics: Aries Women have the longest-lasting marriages with Leo Men, Sagittarius Men, Aquarius Men & Aries Men. ⚘️⚘️ After that, we also have solid odds with Capricorn & Taurus Men. We most often divorce Virgo, Gemini & Libra Men which makes TOTAL sense to me. Not surprised! Aries Women do not enjoy flaky and/or nitpicky partners.

♈️ Aries Women are just as sensitive & intuitive as Cancers in certain ways - we just follow our GUT instincts more than the emotions of our heart. 🔥 We're rarely wrong about someone's character. We bully the bullies! And *if* we care about you, we have your back until the very end. But if you betray us?? You will go from feeling like the most special person in the world... to the most worthless piece of gum scraping off the bottom of our shoe as we walk away from you FOREVER. 🙌 Do not play with us!! Don't play yourself by losing the best prize you'll ever have.

That's all for now, darlings. Happy Aries Season!! ♈️ And thanks so very much for all of the new follows, shares & support!

[v3nusxsky]

Who says 18+

*A/n~ I absolutely fell in love with this idea and hope it does the prompt some justice. Feel free to request anything I'll happily give it a shot. It's also extremely late and I'm touch starved and sleep deprived so I may have to re write this.*

Trigger warnings~ smutttt mommy k!nk oral overstimulation f!ngering sub x reader dom Larissa

Prompt~ DATE NIGHT!!! \Requested on wattpad

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Your gorgeous wife, Larissa Weems is a heavily respected women in the outcast community. The work she does at Nevermore is nothing less than extraordinary. The youngest principal and the only female principe Nevermore has ever seen. Despite all the responsibilities your wife has, she still makes an incredible effort in your relationship. Despite how busy she will be Larissa still relishes any time you can spend together and will move heaven and earth to ensure you get some of her time daily. Most of the time that looks like lunch dates in her office. The students of Nevermore looked forward to you arriving for lunch. You occasionally stopped and chatted with Yoko, Wednesday and Enid , in which has created quite a bond between you all. However tonight, Larissa had told you she'd planned a night out. Nothing too fancy due to your own anxieties but something that you'd enjoy. Your happiness is everything to your wife and she would do anything to achieve it.

Arriving home from the lunch date with your wife you immediately got to work getting ready. A shower was the first order of business. Scrubbing every area you could, shaving every little hair and allowing the hot water to relax you. Then it was selecting an outfit before hair and make up. The chooses outfit being skin tight black jeans, a nice pale blue lacy top with spaghetti straps. Paired with a chunky knit cream cardigan and some black vans. Very light makeup due to the casual feel of your outfit. Curling your locks into beach waves that frame your face. A few sprits of your favourite perfume pur blanca (fyi most amazing spray I have ever owned ) and you were ready. Just in time for your wife to arrive home and start to get ready.

It wasn't long before you were settled in your usual seat of the car. Larissa loved to drive and you loved to watch so the arrangement was perfect for you both. Curiosity got the better of you as you tried to work out what tricks were hiding up her sleeves. "Ris? Where are we going?" You questioned knowing you wouldn't get an answer.

"You'll see darling." She all but hummed out before confirming to hum along to the fleetwood mac playing.

It wasn't long till you pulled up outside a building you never had set foot in. It was Larissa opening your door that snapped you from thoughts. "Thank you my lady" you giggled with a tiny nod of affection in your wife's direction. You watched as the smile lit up her beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"Shall we darling?" She extended her hand to you watching as you curled your smaller hand and fingers around hers. Leading the way into the building she squeezed gently letting you know you are safe and calm any anxiety that could be rising in this new environment.

You're eyes scanned the room, you let out gasp of excitement at the sight of a pool table. You turned to look at your wife with pleading eyes hoping to convey just what you wanted.

"Darling? You want to play?" She offered after seeing your reaction. You nodded with a smile and made your way over to the table. Immediately starting to rack up the balls in the familiar pattern. After setting up the table you lifted both cues feeling their weights before selecting the one you wished to play with. Your wife readily took the other cue. "Darling would you like a drink?" She nodded to the bar which you hadn't noticed due to your excitement of the pool table.

"Wine please my love" you smiled and pecked her lips watching as she walked up to bar to order the wine. You couldn't help but rake your eyes over her form as she stood placing the order. Absolutely stunning. Her dress showing off her gorgeous legs cutting off mid thigh. Red was most definitely her colour. A flush found your cheeks at your less than innocent thoughts of your wife. Even after calling her your wife for two years you would still blush like a school girl at these thoughts.

You took your glass from her and sipped it. Humming out in appreciation you licked your lips and pecked your wife's cheek. "You want to start Rissa?" You watched as her eyes darkened.

"No darling that's quite alright you can start. It's not like you're a pool shark..." she trailed off in thought. "Actually let's make this interesting best out of three whoever wins gets a surprise afterwards." she finished off with a smirk as she whispered it in your ear. A shiver of delight ran down your spine and you readily agreed.

The games passed rather quickly. Teasing eachother by "accidentally" brushing their hip ass or arm as you moved round the table or whispering the most sinful things in your ear to put you off. Every little touch or comment directed to you made your cheeks flush and heat pool between your thighs. Of course Larissa wasn't fairing much better. You knew exactly what to say to get your wife to bend and crave you. And tonight you we're pulling out all the stops. It came to the last game to decide the winner and you couldn't help but step up your game. Pool is a secret guilty pleasure of yours and you were about to show her just how skilled you are at the game. You couldn't help the wink as you potted the black ball effectively winning the game. A squeal of happiness left your lips as you moved closer to kiss your wife.

"Thank you for playing with me baby" you whispered against her lips before crashing your lips to hers. Only when you pulled back due to needing oxygen did you mumble "let's go home?"

"Of course my love... who would've knew my wife is a secret pool Shark hmm?" She whispered in your ear before finishing up her wine and leading you to the car, delighting in the smile that hadn't left your lips since your arrival.

The car ride was quite respectively you were both a little lost In your own heads. Only when you pulled back up to your house just a 5 minute walk from Nevermore did you let Larissa know what you wanted by leaning over to her whispering in her ear "mommy I need you" only then we're you extremely grateful  that you had eaten during the games you played as now you only had one thing on your mind.

If you're completely honest it's all a blurred haze, rather unsure how you got from the car to your bedroom door that your wife had you pinned securely too as she ghosted her lips up and down your neck. Her body pressed into yours and her lips at your neck drove you wild with need. She knew this of course. Teasing you was one of your wife's favourite games to play. She delighted in watching you struggle and squirm against her. Your stubbornness not letting you submit to the taller women easily. Yes Larissa enjoys pushing you to your limits and if your honest you enjoy it just as much.

"Rissaaaaa stop teasing me" you whine out as you feel her sucking at your pulse point, head lulling back to provide her more access to your neck.

"Oh but you always make the most beautiful sounds for me baby" lust filling her voice had more slickness coating your thighs.

"Mommy take me to bed please" you pleased with her desperate for more. Your pleading answered as your wife gathered you in her arms and walked you to the bed still continuing her assault on your neck. The blue purple bruises already appearing on your smooth pale skin. You felt your wife smirk against your skin as your back hit the mattress eliciting a small gasp from you. Kisses trailed up to your ear and with a quick nip to your ear lobe hands toying with your cardigan Larissa husked out " you my pretty girl are absolutely breathtaking. This outfit looks amazing on you although I do wish for it to be on our bedroom floor."

As every article of clothing was slowly removed from your tiny frame you watched as your wife's eyes darkened each time more of your body became exposed. It was when you were only in your undergarments that Larissa let out a groan. "Darling, this is new?"

"You like it my love? I brought it just for you" you replied as kisses were placed on any inch of skin in a reachable distance. Hands gripping tightly to your hips showing you just how much she liked your surprise. It wasn't long before they joined the rest of your clothing on the floor as you lay bare. Eyes roaming all of your uncovered body as she stripped herself down to match you. Only then did she crawl on top of you and kiss you with so much passion and desire. Of coursed you returned her level of passion moaning when she nipped at your bottom lip. Only pulling away when the need for oxygen became too much. Her hands roaming all over your body as she lowered herself downwards to pay attention to your chest. She always payed an almost worship like attention to your breaths during intimate moments. So gentle and loving knowing you could be quite sensitive there. Licking sucking and kissing marking each as hers.

"Darling I want to taste you." She almost growled out in a matter of fact. This caused your hips to jerk upwards just at the thought of the ache there being relieved slightly. And with that Larissa found her usual place settled between your thighs. Her tongue exploring your cunt slowly as if it was the first time while her hands ran lightly up and down your thighs. Your hips moving on their own accord is what caused a strong hand to grip your hip and still the movement. A groan of frustration left you. God you wanted more. Needed more. "I didn't say you could do that Y/n" she almost purred out and If you didn't know your wife as well as you did you wouldn't have understood the subtle warning in her words.

"S s sorry mommy" you gasped out as she resumed her work with more gusto than last time. Her tongue tracing the word "mine" as she moaned at the taste of you. Your moans becoming more desperate as you were chasing the familiar high that your body desperately craves. You cried out when you felt her fingers inside of you setting a fast pace. "F-fuck mommy!"

Larissa knew your body well. She knew your tales for when an orgasm would take over. That is why she brought you to the edge and smirked looking up at your hooded eyes. "Darling what word was I writing earlier?" She hummed as if it was a purely innocent question and she hadn't got you teetering on the edge of what you were sure would be an amazing orgasm.

"I - uh fuck what?" Your brain short circuiting only able to focus on the high that was just out of your reach. "Mine?" You whimpered out unsure of it was correct. Her movements resuming gave you your answer. Your whimpers and mewls filling the room.

"Cum darling" was all the permission you needed to be thrown over the edge. The fingers inside you helping ride out the pleasure.

The empty feeling had a whine of protest tumbling from your lips until you felt her fingers at your lips.

"Open" she commanded and you did instantly accepting her fingers moaning at the taste of yourself. "Suck" and you did so making sure to clean every drop of your essence. "Good girl" she praised as she watched with lustful eyes. Withdrawing her fingers and her body from yours you watched as your with walked to the box containing all your special items. Arousal instantly working its way to your core despite the pleasure you'd just received. You need more. Can you really be shocked? Your wife is absolutely stunning.

Larissa returned with some of your favourites. Restraints that were swiftly and expertly attached to you. Only then did you spot your favourite next to your wife's favourite toy. Oh this was going to be an experience for you both. Larissa settled herself once more between your thighs and let out a teasing breath at your centre. Delighting in the fact your breath hitched in your throat. "Little one you have to be good for me now okay? Then maybe I'll reward you" nodding in acceptance you whimpered "please mommy I'll be good"

Only then did you feel the rabbit inside of you as your wife turned it on watching your reaction intensely. Your body responding to the strong vibrations instantly. You immediately began the climb to your climax eyes closed focused on the pleasure the toy provided. It was only when your name was moaned breathlessly that you half opened your eyes to find the source. Of course your wife had her own hand working herself to an orgasm alongside you. Her unwavering gaze fixed onto your dripping sex. "Oh fuck mommy! God please fuck"

"Darling fuck your so gorgeous for me." She panted out in a response to your own moans. You could tell by the shaking of your thighs you were close to the edge. "Mommy please please I need to-" a moan cut off your sentence but luckily your wife knew what you wanted. Herself teetering on the edge of her own climax. "Cum for mommy baby. Such a good slut" she moaned out as she feel over the edge which in turn threw you over your own.

After her own climax she approached you again this time instructing you to clean her own fingers. Eyes still fixed at your soaked centre. The vibrator still working at between your thighs at a maddening pace. Larissa enjoyed watching you withering against the bed as the toy continued its assault on you. It was drawing the most delicious and pathetic noises from you that spurred her own arousal to grow once more.

You were quickly becoming overstimulated. You had no clue how many orgasms your body had gave and no idea how many you had left to give. The toy keeping its brutal sensations going. How long had it been? Your wife transfixed at the sight. Tears had long since started to fall as you squirmed desperately trying to get a break from the sensations. A cry tore through you as you came once again your wife's name on your lips. Oh how broken you sounded and all for her. A small sigh mixed with a whine at the empty feeling left your lips as she removed the item and turned it off throwing it somewhere else. That's future hers problem. Right now with You restrained and so deliciously spread for her she only had one thought. You felt her free your lips placing a gentle kiss at the red marks caused by your desperation to touch your wife forgetting that you couldn't move.

"You're such a needy little thing hmm?" She stated eyeing the state of your exhausted body. Knowing you wouldn't have the ability string a coherent sentence you nodded weakly. Only then did you notice your wife adorning her favoured red strap. When did she put that on? Fuck. Your thighs pressed together to ease the ache that remained at the sight. "Oh my darling do you need mommy to be inside of you?" She taunted approaching your centre.

"P-please mommy fuck me" you whined pathetically seeing your wife use the ample amount of slickness to coat the fake cock.

"My pretty one of course I will you asked so nicely" she whispered coming down to kiss you as she entered you. The moan was lost in your kiss as she stilled allowing your sensitive sex to adjust. Sweat coated your body from the previous assault on your body it wasn't long before you started climbing the familiar path once more. Seeing your pleasure and the thrusts of her own hips was equally bringing your wife to the same path. Tears once again streaming as she continued to pound into your over sensitive cunt. "Cum baby" was growled into your ear and you let yourself fall once more. But this thrusting of her hips never slowed as you began to climb again? Or were you still cumming? God you didn't know but your exhausted body was struggling.

"Come on pretty girl I want one more from you. Give mommy one more" she purred never stopping her rhythm.

"I - fu-I no- can't- please- mommy" you whimpered hips meeting her thrusts.

"Oh but you can darling and you will. I want one more and you will give it. " she demanded her dominant tone soaking her words. "Come on little one I know you can do it such a good girl for me."

She snaked her hand down your exhausted body to rub circles onto your clit. "I want you to cum now y/n" and you did with a silent scream. Your withering body riding the waves of pleasure spurring the older women to let herself fall once more. Only slipping from your soaked cunt once she was sure you both had rode your highs out. The whine you let out at the sensation showing just how ruined you were. You lay there exhausted covered in sweat with a satisfied smile plastered on your lips. Your wife quickly rid her self of the strap before coming to gather you in her arms. She knew you needed this to come back from the subspace you were in.

Her fingers trailed over your exposed skin allowing you to feel her breathing. "Little one I need you to come back to mommy now" she whispered into your hair. You whined not really processing what was happening right now. Larissa had completely fucked you dumb. You sat in her embrace until you finally came back to her. "Darling you did so good for me. Do you need anything a drink? A snack? A bath? Cuddles?" She listed off some of your favourite aftercare and you knew whatever you asked she would do in a heartbeat. "Cuddles mommy" you whimpered already feeling your eyes fluttering closed at the thought of her.

"Of course my love. Let's be sleepy heads hmm? Such a good girl you did so well my love" she reassured you as you gave into the exhaustion. The last things you remember are the sound of her voice and feeling so incredibly loved and cared for.

Word count ~ 3265~

*Authors note~ 3000 words just for you all having to wait I hope I have done this some justice feel free to send me any more prompts i actually adored writing this*

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

Silent secret love

A a-60/multimonster x fem reader fic

This is a super slow burn fic,like super slow, and it's super long, but I PROMISE there's porn it's just porn with so much plot. My editing notes and normal notes are in the bottom. If you want to take a read ❤️ took me a while to write,edit, and read over to make sure this was good enough so leave me a like if you enjoy it. You have to follow me for part 2 though I go into alot more of this it just got so long that my phone is literally glitching now while I edit this

This is the design you should imagine when reading this FYI for multiman

Death,gore,blood,guns,needles,gross science experiment is done on reader,fighting,bruises/open wounds,cursing,jealousy, sebastian is in this aswell as the other anglers. Extreme possessiveness, womb fucking, fluff, breeding,biting,eggs, breathplay, risky sex,tentacle sex, a_60 can produce this smoke and the reader breaths it in,double penetration. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

This is a slow fic it does not drop into the smut immediately,there are visuals but those will be in part 2 lolol

Have fun, traitor ;)

The first meeting

Holding the gun was one thing,pulling the trigger was another. The shouts from the general were almost as deafening as the gunshots that rang through the shooting range. The empty casings bouncing to the floor with a rhythmic 'tink,tink,tink' due to the rounds they were using. Your ears were luckily covered by a pair of heavy-duty headphones, the item squeezing your head a bit uncomfortably, but it did its job to prevent noise from distracting you. The general,accompanied by a man in a black suit who looked like he came straight out of a FBI movie, had been walking around the already overcrowded room. He shoved past your fellow expendables,other strangers in the sea of the bloody ocean you called home. The ringing of a bell signaled the end of class,men and women filtering out to be escorted by armed gaurds, lines forming behind certian colored shapes on the ground, yours was a green diamond which only a select handful were going to. All were wearing unhappy and uneased looks. The general and man had collected the guns that were given to your large group, reloading each gun with plastic bullets when they entered the shooting range once again.

You could tell who was new, the bright, happy faces passing by that had not a clue what was about to happen to them. The bell rang again as a warning, the gaurds shouting all at once once the bell had died down, your group filtering out and splitting into smaller ones to divert to their respective classes. The gaurd escorting your group had stayed silent, though, as the others barked orders at the overwhelming number of people. His eyes,all too unkind and uncaring, he had no light in them and no intention on making any of this easy. He had died before and seen the abyss like the others once did. Too many voices all at once,the chattering coming from the new folk becoming overwhelming as you were led to your new destination. Only eight of you,counting yourself, were in the group. Three armed gaurds trailing behind the unarmed expendables as their captain led them further and further into the facility. Further along, two had been shoved into your party,yelling and shouting about how they didn't need to do this, but their cries fell on deaf ears. The gaurds wanted nothing to do with it, shoving them forward by brutly bashing their guns into the backs of their neck. One stumbled forward, and the other had keeled over onto the ground to attempt to catch his breath.

A door had been kicked open, a pair of hospital doors that flipped open with zero resistance as you pushed past it. The gaurds are now less than pleased to be overwhelmed by the scent of medicine, cleaning alcohol and chemicals. You passed by multiple doors and staircases, hearing screams of others and the sounds of beeping machines. A few scientists had been stationed outside of the next set of doors to hand your group each a pair of socks and a hospital gown. The two newbies became more unhappy, shouting about how they wouldn't strip nude for them but the captain wasn't having it,raising both hands to grasp a painful handful of their hair to dragthem inside of the next room.

"We tried to warn them not to do any of this,newbies never listen" red, the red suited woman next to you, had said with a knowing sigh. You knew she wasn't too keen on helping others just for this reason,they all never listened.

"Like you listen?" blue,the man next to her snorted with laughter.

"Oh to hell with you," she retorted, She shouted,angrily grabbing the gown before she pushed past the doors. You followed close behind, entering a room with just two doors on one side while a long hallway sat on the other side of it. You could hear the shouts of the others,mostly playfulness and mock fighting, which settled any anxiety that began to bubble up.

As you pushed past the door into the woman's locker room,you could hear the new girl shouting about something you didn't want to pay attention to, a small blinking red light had caught your attention instead. There is a camera in the corner of the locker room,well hidden by the wires and the exposed vent tubes. Nobody had caught it other than you. The person on the other end of the camera had threatened you if you didn't keep your mouth perfectly shut about the whole situation so they could continue to observe. There was another in the men's locker room. At least you didn't have to worry about that one. The hidden camera,unwelcome and overstaying, destroyed any sense of ease and calmed you to change in front of it. The cramped bathroom stall provided more comfort than being out there in the open as you changed. Your suit slipped off with ease while the cold air greeted your bare skin.

"Fuck it's cold" You hissed,goosebumps and other chills forming before the flimsy paper thin gown was slipped on,your skin bare underneath it. The string almost ripped with how hard you accidentally pulled it, already feeling the anger and frustration bubbling up hefore your new 'class' even started. A loud buzzing sound echoed through the room when you re-entered the women's area. You knew this sound all too well, the male voice over the intercom had said something ,muffled by the old technology. He paused, waiting for a minute before angrily shouting something into the mic about group one, the women's group being forced to go first this time.

"New experiment's, yay," the older woman next to you said. Her body looked Farley young as well as her face, but she was around her mid 40s, urbanshade had done something to extend her life force just a bit longer. She also had other scarring along her body. What looked to be bullet holes were now old faded scars from a past time.

"What do you mean by experiments?" The newbie woman said, her eyes widened with panic before she began to look around for some exit. There wasn't one. She would have to face what was ahead like the rest of your sorry lot.

Nobody answered her, some even giving the new woman a pitied look before they stood to form a line, tallest in the front with the shortest in the back. You stood somewhere in the middle, the newbie behind you with the older woman in front. An armed woman came in, and she was quite short. Shorter than the rest of you,it looked like a child was playing dress up if you didn't know any better. You didn't bother to gather any names of the others. At least one person would die at the end of this,either eaten or they couldn't handle the stress of the experiments that were soon to be started. They didn't bother to get your name either,making friends here wasn't something everyone was keen on doing here since you were going to die anyways.

"Move!" The woman shouted, raising her gun slightly as an act of intimidating your group. The newbie,a bit frightened, had shoved you a bit too hard forward in an attempt to start up the line. The woman infront getting pushed past the door, but she didn't say anything, only stumbling forward until she caught her footing. The socks on her feet provided her the grip before she stood upright, the gaurd next to your group shoving the one in back to force everyone to speed up. The door swung open with ease as you pushed past it, leading the last two of the group down the hallway and then into a winding set of stairs that led further down into the sub levels of the facility. Another gaurd had been leading the group of men away towards a hospital portion, the sounds of sawing and other machines flicking to life when you walked past it.

"The hell are you taking us?" The older woman asked, your group had been led further and further into the unknown part of the facility. Doors apon doors being passed, creatures of unknown variants being seen as more and more terrifying creatures were practically on display. One creature in particular, large and serpentine, with an angler bulb hanging off of its head ,he looked somewhat human despite the blue hue to his skin. A third arm slammed against the glass, and it looked freshly sewn on with how it was still bandaged while the stitches looked raw and inflamed from recent surgery. The creature also had three eyes, bright blue that almost glowed in the light. He had been something you've seen before,you didn't know his name, but you knew he was one of the unlucky men who had been experimented on. He had a blank expression on his face, his eyes devoit of any emotions before he was pulled up to the surface of his tank by a simply shock sent to the collar around his neck. His face contorted into pain before he unwillingly pulled away from the glass,squirming in the water slightly before he swam up to the surface.

"Move!" You weren't given a second before the gaurd roughly shoved your body forward to keep up the pace with the others. Your back ached with how hard it was hit, but the ache soon went away with the walk. Your mind was now going to other areas as you pondered what they were about to do to your group. Your eyes fixated on the ground as you each took a step.

"Ah-hey!" The woman in front of you shouted. She had been lifted off of the ground completely before being dragged away, kicking and yelling. Another pair had appeared, a burly woman stepping up to hoist your body over her shoulders with ease. She had been in hazmat too,the material rubbing uncomfortably against your skin while she held you there, but you couldn't say or do anything to fix it as she carried you past more tanks. Each of them had a door next to it that led to some small room by to the tank. Each door also had a label on it with a random name you've never heard of. Yours was labeled "mutli-monster" with red print. The large tank with the open viewing window next to your door showed that it was empty as far as you could see when the lady passed it to open the door. Hopefully, it would stay empty.

"Stay." The woman ordered,plopping you down onto an examination table before she left the room. Your ears were filled with a soft buzzing sound,like satic on a TV screen, you assumed it was the pressure of the deep open sea messing with your body as it adjusted to the deeper depth.

The room you were in was a normal surgery room, the table next to you filled with colored vials of various sizes. It looked like they were filled with various colors of orange,red and yellow smoke, the contents piqing your curiosity. A hand,your hand, had reached out to touch the vial, but before you could, the door to the room opened to reveal an armed gaurd and then a scientist who trailed behind like a lost puppy dog. He looked new with how he gripped the clipboard, nervously writing down whatever he was thinking of before he approached you. This was the third new one in a week,it started to feel like they were afraid of you with how many they kept swapping out.

"Ah,hello,my name is DR.Marshall and-"

"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it already," your voice,surprising yourself as you snapped at the man. He jumped,nodding slightly before he approached the examination table. You knew the drill, leaning back into it so he could strap your limbs down to it with the thick leather that was bolted into the side.

"What are you doing to me anyway?" You asked, raising an eyebrow when he grabbed one of the red vials. A needle head was picked up but it was the thickest needle he could grab, this was going to hurt. Your limbs strained against the bounds,pulling as hard as they could before giving in once the bounds didn't budge. The substance looked like jelly,not a smooth liquid that would burn normally.

"We had a new toy delivered to us by a neighbor. You and another are going to test him to see what he does, " the scientist said,looking over to the guard before he approached with the red needle. The man, all too happy to hold your arm down as the scientist approached,rubbed it sterile before he wiped a spot on your arm with a wipe. A strong smell of alcohol filtered through the chemicals,striking your nose violently. Your vision suddenly blocked by the man as he held your arm down,unease and nervousness bubbling up when the scientist moved forward. The needle pricked your skin,the burning feeling as it pushed in further and further before it hit a vein, your arm igniting with a firey pain that spread up into your body. The needle had been pushed in as far as it could. The scientist had almost jammed it into your bone before he pulled it back out, blood spurting from the puncture wound as the contents of the vial began to work.

"Test one,subject-what's your name?" The scientist looked back before he waved his hand dismissively, the gaurd moving away to expose you to the camera that had been set up. "Ah,test one, vial one, the subject seems to be doing quite well. We extracted this from subject A-60. It had been quite a battle to get his blood, but we got it!" The scientist now eagerly holds up more of the red vials,similar to the one he just injected you with with. He wasn't shy or nervous anymore,now holding up another needle filled with whatever blood he was talking about. Your limbs began to move on their own,your mind screaming to flee as freedom was just out of reach if you could just break the damn restrains. DR.Marshall approached, a rage filling your vision instead of the unease you felt before when he pushed the needle back into your arm, a second vial of blood being pushed through into your burning blood.

Your own blood felt like it was on fire, each limb jerking around violently and sporadically now as the effects began to show. Your head jerked back, spine arching up painfully as a scream tore its way out of your throat. The scientist simply smiled while this happened, the gaurd backing up slightly when your knee jerked out at him. You could hear as your own bones began to crack and snap,almost like they were rearranging themselves painfully within your writing body.

"Vial two has been pumped in. the subject is reacting already," he continued. The static you were hearing before had grown more and more until it was all you could hear. Unknowingly, you had been screaming the entire time still, teeth bared and eyes shut tightly as your body began to seize in on itself. The monitors next to you began to beep and flicker rapidly,the electronics in the room had been sparking as violently as you were acting. Something hit the window, and a long red tipped black tentacle slammed against the viewing glass that showed the room you were in,the water too murky to reveal its form, but something sat there watching you three. It stayed there,curling its tentacle against the glass before pulling away to watch from a distance. Whatever was there seemed to love the fact nobody could see it. You could feel whatever was there somehow,the slightest connection that felt comforting against the icey cold table.

"Injecting....third vial, extracted from a corpse that was filled with it's poison-" something snapped when the scientist neared with the last vial, he didn't even take one step before all the technology in the room crackled loudly then popped as each device blew out. The lights in your room brightened before they popped,glass shattering and metal tables being overturned from the sudden magnetic electricity shooting the room. The bounds against your arms snapped,a surprising amount of strength had appeared to free your bound body. Dr. Marshall screamed,dropping the vial which shattered against the ground, the liquid inside almost vaporizing completely as red smoke dissipated into the air.

A thick tentacle slammed against the glass once again before more had joined it, a four fingered hand slamming against the glass next to it,the clink of metal from a ring hit the glass. You weren't paying attention to whatever was there, too focused on the newfound strength and the idea of freedom that burned in your mind. Power tingled your fingers,red sparks crackling between them that intensified when the gaurd approached with his gun raised.

"Hold her down!" The scientist yelled, the burly gaurd rushing forward to grab your energized body. The world spun,your body moving way too fast on its own as, the gaurds pained scream echoed through the room as your teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck. Now unaware of how you got here but unwilling to question it as your body moved on its own like someone was controlling you. The mouthful of blood you got only seemed to serve whatever was controlling you, your jaw putting more force in as your teeth tore into his jugular. His screams, muffled by his attempts to breathe through all the blood,only served to suffocate him even faster, which led to his quick death.

The commotion had attracted more soldiers, two more armed men entering the room quickly. They were covered in thick gear,armed with batons and other weapons they didn't brandish.

"Stand down expendable," the man said. "Do not make this a bigger issue than it already is-" your body moved again,contorting itself in a way to flip itself onto the gaurd, your teeth sinking into fabric to tear at it but it provided nothing to save yourself as the second gaurd tore your squirming body off of his fellow soldier. Your arms flailed around in an attempt to grab anything when he held you up from behind like a cat. The static being heard had died away into nothingness.

"Throw her into the tank after this one,we need a new one,thought she would be the only one too-never thinking of that again." Dr. Marshall grumbled, motioning the other gaurd to bring you over to the viewing glass. Your hair grabbed and yanked in a way to force you to look up as the other gaurds dragged out the older woman from before. She had been beaten,bloodied, and wore a multitude of devices that beeped loudly. Two gaurds had yanked her up,the platform slowly extending out above the open murky water of the tank before she was dangling over it. Her blood dripped into the water, a shape moving from the bottom of the tank to hover beneath where she was going to be dropped.

A tentacle slowly moved out of the water,the scientists eagerly writing down any notes before it suddenly retracted itself to hide beneath the water. You could barely see whatever was there before she was tossed into the water while screaming. Red clouds of blood forming in the water as she sank further and further into the tank, it seemed like the creature embraced blurry form in a hug,holding her there. The scientist next to you tried to rub the glass as if that would clear the murky water,trying to see what was going on before the water burst with colors if red. The woman,now being quickly torn apart by the creature,was dead. The shock from hitting the water at such a height had knocked her unconscious, but the salty water had killed her from how much pain it caused,the shock becoming too much for her already injured heart to handle.

"Next!" The lady scientist said from the platform,a buzzing sound filling your ears before the gaurd yanked you through a set of doors that let you to a ramp. The ramp led upwards, multiple other gaurds waiting at the end of the incline, another had approached to grab your arm when you neared him. A lady,the scientist,opened the door to reveal the room ahead.

"Look-you don't have to do this I've been loyal!" Your voice echoed through the room,the platform extending out over the murky and bloodied water.

"And that's why we want to use you. You listen so well, so your sacrifice won't be for nothing. You provided so much to us already, " she rambled on about how your death would be the best for both worlds as fear and anxiety took over. Your feet planted firmly on the ground, your body jerked against the weaker man's hold before another man yanked you up into the air to carry you to the edge of the platform. Your mouth opened,screaming profanities before he eagerly threw you into the open bloody water. There was a great distance between you and the water,hitting it with a wet splat that felt wildly painful against your already aching body.

"Please!" You gasped out,reaching up with the slightest hope they would pull you back up. The hope dissapearing immediately as the platform folded back in on itself and the others filtered out to the viewing platform.

You couldn't see much beneath the water, your eyes stinging when you attempted to open them in the salty liquid, so you tried to stay on the surface while also bracing for whatever to grab you beneath the water. It happened almost too fast, a hand sliding up your ankle to caress it in a way before you were yanked beneath the surface. The creature,moving with such a speed that nobody saw what it was doing as it dragged you towards the small cave they made for it Your eyes stayed firmly shut,the feeling of thick tentacles wrapping around your body before it was shoved above the surface of the water of the tank. Yet when your eyes opened,you weren't staring at the vent filled ceiling but instead a rocky one,now in a little room beneath the water.

The scent of cigara,alcohol, and surprising cherries filled your nose when the scent of salt finally went away. There wasn't anything as far as you could barely see,your hands blindly feel out the rocky ground to find anything to help your situation. Your mind filled with questions,the biggest one was why you were alive and why it didn't kill you like your fellow expendable. The static filled your ears again, an eerie faint red glow filling the large cave you were in before it flickered even brighter behind you.

"Hello, sweet little snack," a voice, thick with an accent and oddly comforting,you could it was a man with how deep the tone was. His voice rumbled when he spoke,like a deep purr that vibrated his chest. Your body was flipped around by a thick tentacle,the suction cups sticking to your skin as it yanked you closer to whatever he was. He was majority human,his mouth mangled and gnarly which revealed a wide smile of human teeth with a pair of sharp fangs that glinted in the faint red glow he was emitting. The lines and red markings on his body were glowing brighter now,filling the room so you could actually see what he was.

"Oh my god," the words slipped out before you could stop them,your mouth agape as the full giant form of this being filled your vision. The words 'multimonster' echoed in your mind,the name fit him perfectly. Instead of human legs,there was a bundle of thick tentacles that held him up. From the waistline up, he was entirely human minus a few traits such as the ripped fins for ears he had,the smile and his blank white eyes that were tinted with reds and oranges,he had a beard too,not too big but not too small. He had decently long orange hair, too,not having it pulled back into any hairband, so it lazily rested flat and wet on his shoulders. He wasn't muscular like a fighter,no,be was round and soft looking. He had muscle, but it was hidden underneath the roundness of his body. He even flexed a little while you were watching as if he adored the attention you were giving him. His frown turning into a wide gnarly smile,the skin around his lips were ripped, and the scarring extended further into his jaw.

"Take it all in,last thing yer gonna see sweet cheeks" he cackled, slowly moving forward away from the water as your body began to move on its own again to frantically crawl away from whatever he was. The tentacle around your ankle prevented that,pulling you back to his advancing body before his thick hands went to grab you. Surprisingly, instead of five fingers, he only had four,which all were clawed and scarred by previous battles. Your foot kicked out to shove his hand away,the tentacle retracting itself momentarily. It then shot out quickly to slither up your leg even further, almost like it was exploring.

"Oh, stop that-come here!" He snarled, suddenly hoisting your squirming body upright before he pulled you closer to his face. You could hear him sniffing you,pressing his face against your bare skin as if he were attempting to sniff something out like a dog. His hand yanked your arm,exposing the needle wound on it. He didn't speak while doing this,examining the puncture wound on your arm, then pulled it up to his opening mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare!" You yelled,using your free hand to whack his head and any exposed area you could reach. It distracted him for a moment,shooting you a dark glare that practically ordered you to sit still while he did this. Your hand moved to hit him one more time, but it stopped,the look he gave you silently telling you he would do harsh something if you didn't listen.

Your body went limp in his grip, and his chest rumbled happily at your reluctant submission, one of the thick tentacles coming to slide up your leg to join its brethren, exploring your lower half. You could feel something wet and slimy meet the skin of your arm, his mouth opened to reveal a long, thick tongue that eagerly lapped up the blood that was forming. He kept a grip around your arm,his claws digging into your flesh, which forced more blood to surface on your skin.

"A fucking feast,yer so so damn sweet" he practically purred out,his mouth opening wider before he clamped his mouth around your arm. His fangs sank in,piercing your skin even more. By the end of this you'd be a mess of cuts and bruises if you were to survive whatever he was doing. He let go of your free hand, now focusing on holding you still as he licked the skin clean of anything. The pain you were feeling soon melted away into a pleasant tingling,the sensation growing slowly as he pulled away to clamp down on a different portion of your body.

"Maybe -" he muffled out,pulling away,his mouth smeared with your blood,"I'll just keep you alive,a little personal snack. The freak in the next tub told me I might get a personal toy if I do good, " he was thinking,his hands moving to set you back down on the now oddly soft ground after the tentacles pulled away. He crossed his arms,giving you a wide smile while he observed you.

The floor beneath you gave away into a softer portion, a large mattress had been built into the ground for him to sleep on. The mattress was covered with blankets on blankets,pillows, and other items strewn about as if it were a nest. His scent became much stronger when you neared it. It was overwhelming your senses,fogging your mind with a burning desire. It was weird,you shouldn't be feeling like this towards something who just kidnapped you but the desire that burned said otherwise.

"How about-I keep you alive long enough to get me out,I spare yer small ass and you kept moving along like nothin ever happened,deal?" He said, taking notice of your minds state, a brilliant idea now forming inside of his mind while he neared. The room dimmed,his body glowing less and less now before the room was plunged into darkness once again. He suddenly moved,you could hear rustling before a rough pair of hands grasped your ankles,yanking both of your legs wide open to expose anything to the creature above. The gown did nothing to hide your exposed body as he flipped you onto your stomach.

You squealed,the sound sudden,it forced a deep rumbling laugh out of the creature while a tentacle slithered up your inner thigh. It felt wet,oddly soft, and overall sticky with something. Something pricked your leg,like a needle had suddenly injected something into your veins as they began to burn even harsher. The creature had done something,a special toxin wrecking your mind to the point it became a pliable mess for him to mold into something he wanted.

"Good girl," he laughed, the sound and his voice deeper than before as if he were subjected to the same thing you were feeling. You could feel as his hands slid up your ankles,tracing a line up the back of your thighs. A snarl ripped itself out of his throat,he could see everything that was happening, but you couldn't. The fact causing thoughts to form in his mind about what he was going to do.

"FUCK!" He yelled out, his body ripping itself away from yours as the collar around his neck sparked into life,a violent shock ripping it's way through his body as he began to angrily claw at the device. It began to beep loudly,shocking him once again so hard it sent him into a fit of pure rage. He grasped your ankle with such a harshness that he almost shattered the bone before he pulled you out of the cave. He knew he should've just sent you back to the surface before long,they could tell if you were alive or not.

"TAKE YER FUCKING TOY" he shouted,a surprising amount of strength being used as he threw you out of the water to the platform up above. The collar stopping once you made contact with the metal,his body lingering above the water just for an extra second to watch you before he dove back down to his cave. The limbs in the water had been cleaned out, you provided a long enough distraction so they could clean it. Your chest heaved as you threw up mouthfuls of salty water,the stress and adrenaline mixing together into a deadly concoction before you promptly fainted. The scientists had been watching through a small hidden camera. They had more than enough information for this first proper meeting of this creature.

"Keep her alive,we have a new project," the lady scientist said,a sinister smile appearing as your unconscious body was hauled off to the medical bay.

-

And that's how you ended up here, acting as if you were his caregiver amongst the scientists who only wanted to experiment on him. Each time they would do something to him,you would follow close behind and be experimented on the same way he was. They normally took parts from his body to either sew,inject,or force you to eat it all while they watched behind the safety of their viewing room. The other handlers were subjected to the same thing you went through. The small group had been carefully handpicked by you and the other higher-ups. They forced you to take part in experimenting on the others, threatening your life if you didn't at least inject one of them with the paralyzing agent they made out of multi-monsters toxin.

The other handlers knew you never wanted to take part, the newbie woman from before had been forced into being the handler for a creature nicknamed 'chainsmoker', she always seemed as if she were out of it,never mentally there enough to comprehend what was happening to her. You honestly felt bad,maybe death would've been a better outcome than this, but the benefits they gave you a lot better than before.

The day had been going by oddly smooth, the scientists had finally given them the resting day they were all working towards for the last month and a half. Sebastian's handler,a person neither man nor woman, had gathered the group into a small session of poker. It had been years ever since your first encounter with the creature that urbanshade had been gifted all those years ago. The room you sat in was more of an underwater glass dome, sebastian's handler had convinced them to put in the budget for a tank large enough for some of the safer ones to interact with. You knew their name, it was ethan,something they picked themselves.

Poor pandemonium's handler had been drawn away to calm the angry beast once again. You could hear the screeches, and oddly enough, he loved to scream the word 'MINIGAMES' before someone died either to him or by the residual effects he left. Sebastian had been floating around the dome while talking to multi. You resorted to calling him Macintosh due to how Touchy he loved to get with you, the name fitting better than a Codename the others gave him.

You were too busy trying to determine how to win, Macintosh floated behind, pressing himself against the glass. You both had developed a small code, and his rhythmic tapping told you that you were going to win this round. The others folded,leaving you and sebastian's handler to stare at each other before they dropped their looser cards,groaning loudly before they waved their hands in defeat. You weren't betting for money but for snacks! Malevolent merchant's handler had been lucky to be gifted all of the snacks they just lost due to a silly game. Merchant was even there,floating along in the water while resting with pinkie,her tail curled around the pink being while they both slept in the water.

"Your handler keeps winning,I'll tell them you two are cheating if you don't stop this," Sebastian playfully threatened mac,ignoring the snarl that was sent his way before he swam towards the dome. He placed a hand against the glass,the ring on his finger clinking the glass before he pulled it away as his handler approached. He wasn't close to his handler like the others were in public,he refused to be touched and even purposly avoided the person, but secretly, he adored their attention. You could sometimes hear them talking for hours,a special mic placed in each tank so the handlers could speak to them whenever needed.

Sebastian's collar lit up, and momentarily, he began to panic,clawing at it before it just simply vibrated to let him know to come to his tank. The pager on his handler's belt vibrated, their sigh filled with attitude as they stood, but nobody wanted to do this. It was feeding time for all of them, and they tend to go crazy with the food that was brought. The scientists gave it to them acting as if they were also a part of the meal,a majority of the handlers being sprayed with a repellent so they'd stay alive durring this.

Your pager buzzed, and the collar around mackintosh's neck vibrated too before the other pagers and collars. went off. The creatures knew what to do, filtering through the tubes in the room to go back to their respective tanks. Your footsteps echoed through the room,the door hissing open to let you and the other handlers out. The scientists had been waiting, dive suits in hand with scuba diving gear placed on the tables next to them. Each was labeled with everyone's names, and your's had been placed at the furthest end towards the door. With your gear in hand,you started the long walk back around to a_60's tank,thinking of what you two were going to talk about this time after he drags you to his cave.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the alarm, red and loud,blaring through the halls. This wasn't something you were informed on as gaurds ran through the halls,shouting orders at each other as they crowded back towards the direction of sebastian's tank. The lady scientist, your boss, marched towards you with angry steps, her voice had been drowned out by the alarm as more and more sirens began to go off. A strange roar-sebastians roar,had echoed through the hallway. He. Was. FREE.

Your mind darted to every possibility that was going to happen. What about ? Would he be able to escape? You had no chance to think about it even more, your boss yanking you in the direction of the handler's rooms as she gathered whomever was avaliable. Sebastian's handler had disappeared, and Angus' handler, aka the 'angler' had disappeared too amongst the commotion.

The sudden voice of an AI and his laughter filled your ears, doors sudden being locked, and certain cells opened ahead of your group. Most were filled with crooks and criminals who were known to be quite violent amongst the rest. Chainsmoker's handler had been the first to escape, her small body easily squirming through the burly men that attempted to grab her. Your boss kept a firm grip on the back of your neck as the others escaped,keeping you there for whatever reason-until it became known,your body being used as a human meat shield as the eager men approached.

The first grabbed your hand,hoisting you up into the crowd as others began to fight to hold your body down. The sounds of gaurds yelling and gunshots rang through your ears, and your vision began blurring with tears as one of the men raised a rusty butter knife up. The realization that you were going to die now became much clearer as the lady left you to die. The knife plunged down,stabbing into your side harsh enough before yanking it back out,the rusty knife covered with your blood. A scream echoed through the room, and your boss had been snatched further down the hallway by armed gaurds. They darted in a different direction,leaving your life in the hands of the crazed prisoners.

That feeling,something you knew all too well, the burning desire to fight bubbling up as static filled your vision. The knife wound burned like a bitch,the pain caused adrenaline to course through your blood but it wasn't needed as suddenly your whole vision had been filled with a familiar view. The men began to scream,the one sitting over top of you with the knife had been yanked back then thrown into the wall with such a force his eye popped out of the socket. Multiple tentacles,thick and spiked, had yanked the door off of its hinges so fast nobody could react before he was over top of you. His scent, smokey and comforting, you were tangled underneath his mass of tentacles but it wasn't uncomfortable with how you were held. His massive form had tore through the prisoners, now getting a taste for real fresh blood.

"Oi-yer alive, right?" The tentacles parted way as he peered down through them,arms on his hips as he tried to see if you were okay. The collar around his neck was gone, he had also stolen a white shirt that clung tightly to his muscular body. The adrenaline coursing through you kept you from feeling the pain whenever you moved. Your eyes tightly closed shut when slowly crawled out from underneath him to free yourself from his grasp. Blood dripped from the stab wound, he had nothing to fix this-not even sebastian could,you probably would get tetanus from the rusty knife wound.

"Fuck...God damnit" he hissed, his large hands scouping your body up into his arms before he began to move. Your vision began to darken, his pace becoming faster as he could feel your life force dripping away. The wound had been deep,you need surgery to fix it,stitches to keep it closed because he had attempted to filet you like a fish. He didn't want to do this. Nearly the entire facility had been destroyed, leaving just you and the other handlers the only humans alive. They had escaped,although captured,they lived and were already ascending to the surface facility. During the trip he discovered you passed out from the bloodloss,he was nearly sent into yet another fit of rage after but it only fueled him to move faster. He glitched through the halls,static and power coursing through his veins as he summoned all was needed to make it back in time to save you.

"You better live damnit" mackintosh cursed,nearing the entrance to where the submarines were. He had tore through door after door,blood pooling into the palms of his already bloodied hands. He didn't like this,your blood shouldn't be coming out like this. He should've bit you instead to make you bleed. He should've been there quick enough, but he wasn't,his seven seconds took too long. He shouldn't have gotten this attached to your flimsy body.

He stuck to the shadows, armed gaurds filtering through the submarines that opened up,the door opened to let more armed soldiers through. He waited until they were gone, looking around for anyone as he gently placed your bleeding form in the submarine. He had purposly made some noise after leaving you there,making sure the gaurds would treat your wounds before he disappeared back into the facility. He observed,watching from a distance before the hatch closed and it departed to the surface.

This was the last time you saw , nearly a year passing by as urbanshade built a new above ground facility. An oil rig that sat out away from anyone's reach,they had enough budget to buy out this area so nobody would come looking. The incident had been kept under wraps,hidden from the public all too well like they had done this before. Your fellow handlers had been intensely trained, and multiple groups had been sent back down to the facility to capture the crystal power source to bring it back up. None had successfully finished the mission and lived to tell the tale. Most of the time, anyways, you were in surgery aswell as the others,implanted with whatever they needed for future expeditions back to the deep sea facility. Luckily they had been going easy on you,knowing you were the first and original handler that started the whole project,you needed the slack.

You and the other handlers were pulled into a meeting, specifically being entrusted with a task that seemed barbaric if you didn't have the mentality to deal with it. This squad,tasked with murdering off a handful of 50 other expendables they would be tasked to lead into the facility. Your task and the other handlers were to make contact with your respective experiment and then record their current state. A second task to steal and rob whatever research you can,whatever equipment that was free,you were to take it and mind your own business. Stick together and purposly rush to the end as they carefully instructed. The path would be prelit for the squad to take.

"So...what if they don't recognize one of us?" Sebastians handler asked, a perfectly okay question to ask. Your boss,now missing an eye and an arm from her previous encounters,sighed as if she didn't think of this.

"If you die, then the project must continue," Morbid to say, but it was something she didn't care for,she didn't care for any of you aswell but your group were the only handlers who lived from the previous years. Pandemonium and a few others had gone through them like snacks until they landed on a set of friends that were so close they could practically reach each other's minds. Sebastian had nearly mauled his handler a few times too many, but he slowly grew out of it unless it was a stranger. There were a few times they dumped an expendable into his tank as a sacrifice whenever fish feed wasn't working to settle his anger.

"I must repeat,do not spare anyone. If anyone is pointed at for being a traitor, then you all must say something to deter it. The last thing we need is you lot dying because someone wasn't smart enough to do this, " She said angrily,peering over to Blitz's handler. They called him sparky due to the energy they shared. He definitely would be the worst to look out for. He proved to be quite a handful unless he's given medication. He's normally nice though. Actually, he would just chat too much and give away everything before the run to the crystal even started.

"Just keep an eye on eachother, you are not to use anything to kill anyone other than what they called 'locker stealing' and mislead them into mimic doors. You will learn more along the way,just act like newbies and drain them of all their information, until deemed necessary you will live with them" she said sternly. The room echoed with a 'yes ma'am!' before she waved her hand to dismiss the group. The soldiers leading the lot of you back towards your special rooms, each small and similar to studio apartments due to your hidden ranking amongst the soldiers granting this. Your room had been emptied,prepacked for you, so it would be easy to grab the luggage to throw onto the extra sub that would be waiting further into the site.

A set of diving gear,black and red funnily enough, had been left on the bare mattress that used to be your bed. The scuba gear and tanks are all too similar to your old set that now sat rusted in the emptied closet. Something felt nostalgic,like you were going to walk back into his tank and dive to simply chat. The memories you had pushed further into the back of your mind as the task at hand was more important than the personal feelings you had to a being who probably didn't even remember you. It was saddening to think about it,he had been a fun experience, you two weren't a coulpe but maybe a set of close friends. He never seemed to push it after the first time,figuring out the camera quite quickly so it dettered him from any other fondling he wanted to do. A knock at the door startled you back into reality, pandemonium's handler entering the room with a stern look. He came to talk to you about something.

"What." You said flatly,you two never got along, he always mocked you for how close you and the other gotten. His name was Richard, befitting of his attitude of being a massive dick.

"Remember the plan,don't wuss out on us or I'll slaughter you myself." The threat felt weak. You were always the better one at combat. He may be muscle, but the dumbass always used too much stamina,easily thrown off balance with a quick kick to the back of his knees. You stood,chest to chest with him,so close to his face that you could taste his breath.

"Maybe I'll do the favor first and slaughter you before you get the chance to see your precious leech." Your voice,filled with a silent rage as the threat hung in the air heavier than his. His eyes widened,his body stumbling slightly as you pushed forward just a bit. He huffed, moving to shove your body but you didn't budge, the fact sending him into a little huffing fit before he exited the room. The one thing that you shared with multi was his rage,over the years you adopted the tendency to hop into violence before resolving anything with words.

The hallway buzzed,doors to the apartments opening as the others filtered out into the winding corridor. Richard and Nadia, Pandemonium and frogger's handlers,side by side as they pushed past most of the group. The newbie woman,you never caught her name, unfortunately, because she herself had forgotten it over the years after being subjected to multiple tanks of chainsmoker's gas until she built an immunity to it. She had a foggy mind. Her eyes always dazed and emptied, but she always seemed to be functioning-just somewhere in the clouds further away. The jealousy of that,the feeling of not being there was something you craved instead of being able to feel the hell of emotions you've been going through.

"Come," Pinkie's handler, Cassandra, had pulled you forward. You had begun to lag behind,the group straying away due to the negativity they were feeling off of you. Your face,contorting over a while to have a naturally resting angry face,it worked to dettered any strangers, but it also seemed to scare your fellow expendables.

"Sorry," you muttered out,picking up your pace as the other gaurds pushed past with all the luggage. They were in a hurry,your group being the first to go down, so the luggage had to be rushed down first and hidden before the rest of the fifty could find it. The submarine had clearly been a pricier one,a larger one fitted with nice seats that weren't as cushioned as a chair, but it would make do instead of sitting on the harsh metal floor.

"Alright, yall,say your goodbyes!" It was almost as if you were all a Hive mind, instead of waving your boss goodbye as the submarine doors closed,you shot her the middle finger. A sadistic smile plastered on your face at the final act of redemption, your suits weren't fitted with the explosive devices like the others, so it would be easier to take detours the others would die taking. The submarine let out a loud beep, the sound signaling the decent down of both subs. This was going to be the longest part,you couldn't just decent to that depth within minutes. The others were smart enough to smuggle something through, sparky had brought multiple sets of uno down and invited you,so you decided to join them with the games.

Multiple hours had passed, each hour being signaled by a loud buzzing sound that was given no warning. You could see outside the window slightly,the sight of the other submarines following closely behind as you all neared the underwater facility. The pressure of the sea was becoming more bearable,your body adjusting to it quite quickly as you had lived down there for such a long time once before. As the intercom buzzed to life,you heard your bosses voice loud and clear as she went over the plan once more. Making sure everybody heard it before the submarine surfaced into a familiar loading dock,the doors opened with a rhythmic beeping sound.

"Never thought I'd see this place again," sparky had said, practically bouncing on his feet when the other submarines filtered in, then left to make room for more. Ten people had been crammed into five subs, a total of fifty eight people, including your squad. You could tell who was who, the other people you were supposed to send to their demise were wearing Grey suits instead of the deep pitch black suits your group wore. They labeled your group by colors,Richard muttering something about 'marching on skittle squad' ,cackling to himself before Cassandra smacked him over the back of his head. He yelled at her angrily,going to whack her, but Cassandra was faster. Her hand cracked against his face,a loud smack being heard, but it was drowned out by the chatter of the hoard of expendables as they pushed past into the facility.

Let the games begin,shall we?

You were dubbed the team leader, sebastian's handler Ethan had been dubbed co-lead,you two were the smartest out of the bunch so it was natural for you both to be picked. The other expendables had been instructed as normal,follow the lit up pathway and make it to the crystal, loot any files and research, the norm. Out of the groups, you could spot bullies amongst bullies that all seemed to want to team up. They shoved past everyone,grabbing any research within arms reach before the door opened to reveal the next room. You stuck close to your group, Ethan knew spots to hide and avoid the lockers, so it was going to be quite easy to avoid death until later on. The bully group had pushed past so far, leaving your group in the way back, but this left an opportunity as the lights flickered.

"Angler!" Angler's handler suddenly shouted, men and women panicking alike as they darted to lockers and into safe spots that would get them killed. This provided the perfect opportunity for your squad to run by,the false scream had scared enough of them to allow you and your group to where the other bullies were. They had managed to grab flash beacons,flashlights, and other useful items to light up the way. When the next door opened,the lights flickered before a certain A.I. popped onto the screen to the next door. Your squad and half of the other expendables were trapped in this room as the sounds of some creature began to tear its way through the other end where the lagging expendables were. The lights flickered once ,then twice,sparky shouting out as electricity began to flicker and dance through the room. Something had tore its way through the hallway a bit further away, a static screech being heard nearing.

"Hide!" He whisper shouted, your squad diverting to dive into hidden safe spots as the others began to panic when nearly all of the safe areas were taken. A few diving into lockers quick enough to avoid blitz as he tore through the room,the A.I preventing him from going further by locking the heavy duty door. Painter showed his joy by cackling,

"You still have company" The A.I shouted over the hum of electricity.

Sparky had dove into your spot,his body folded uncomfortably as he did so, but he kept this position to save you both from death while blitz tore through each corpse. The A.I. was dead set on killing your squad regardless of how he did it, while blitz was too set on the feast he had just created for himself and the others.

"Do the plan we're alone!" You whisper shouted, knowing this may kill him, but it was worth a try since all of your lives were at stake here. Blitz was close to finding Cassandra, his larger body hovering over the table she stayed firmly hidden under. His body was too heavy for the flimsy table to handle as it began to bend, blitz began screeching when the sound of another human rang through the room, the sound causing your ears to nearly bleed from the intensity.

"HEY" Sparky shouted,his body moving to upright itself as he slipped out of the spot. Blitz turned his gaze and body away from the table, a mad laugh tearing itself out of his throat before he rolled forward. The table flipped,sending blitz forward too fast for even him to reach before his face made contact with the metal floor with a loud thump. His body contorted as he wiggled in pain like a worm would move. Sparky made the decision to see if he were okay,a dumb one at best as blitz quickly uprighted himself to pull down sparky. You could see as claws dug into the mans skin, a hand wrapped around his throat,becoming tighter and tighter until he let go with a sadistic huff. He didn't recognize his handler at first,too bloodlusted to know his best friend was the one he was pinning down.

"It's-me-" sparky choked out, the clawed hand tightening around his throat once again as sharp nails dug into the skin of his neck. You couldn't smell it, but the scent of his blood filled blitz's nostrils,something in it snapping the creature out of his blood lusted craze as he peered down at the human beneath him. The door suddenly opened,the A.I. huffing as the remaining expendables neared, the sound of them talking startling blitz out of his thoughts. Sparky looked up at you,giving you a double thumbs up without a smile, then blitz screeched,grasping sparky by a handful of his suit before he dragged the now yelling man into a different open hallway. His screaming soon faded away, and you were praying he survived this-he was one of the few you could stand long enough without throttling with a chair funnily enough. The door closed as the sounds of sparky finally disappeared, locking behind with a click.

The others filtered out of their spots,a quick headcount showing that it was solely sparky that was snatched up while nearly fifty percent of the other expendables had been slaughtered. Leaving only a select handful of the squad, which didn't include your squad. Your group had made it to the door thirty-seven before blitz attacked. Luckily, nothing had beforehand, but it was slightly frustrating considering you were actively hoping to find them. One down,seven more to go.

Malevolent Merchants handler had been the next to go. Luckily, he had found her room due to the role she was playing in this. A quick snack pitstop,she was one of the ones trying to aid your squad to the end. The emptied vending machines were her doing, crates apon crates of various snacks,chips, and sodas were scattered around the room. She had luckily recognized your group,waiting until the others filtered out before she embraced her handler in a tight hug. She had grown exponentially too, she was shorter than you were before but now she stood towering over everyone. She was nearly seven feet tall now, her body gaining muscle and scars littered her exposed form. She even gifted your group free snacks, hiding a happy smile once she figured out her handler was here to stay. She dragged him further into her living quarters,a hole in the ground that led somewhere into a foresty room she called home. Both chattering and rambling away happily. It felt nice,none of the squad died just yet, so there was some hope in this. A small part of you hoped Richard would die but another hoped he was able to handle pandemonium like he did once before.

Funny enough further down,you could hear as an expendable entered her room,the angry shouts that commenced. The muffled conversation of merchant yelling 'PAY YOUR TAB OR DIE' as she used an expendable to beat sebastian who had unfortunately entered at the wrong time. You could hear see the commotion,Merchants handler freaking out as he witnessed her use human nunchucks against the serpentine creatures. You knew this person-they had boasted about their streak of free items from the malevolent being.

One of the surviving bullies had been trailing behind you a bit too close,sometimes even standing right next to you as he acted like nothing was happening. You could feel his eyes examining your body,mentally undressing your form with how he stared at you. At some point, it was just you two, he had gotten a bit too close for your liking but Cassandra stepped quick enough in before he could push it further. She shouted at him,the sound not scaring him so she began to bark at him loudly. The sound is morbid and animalistic, the bully freaking out as she neared him spitting and barking. Luckily, this worked to push him away as he retreated further forward.

"Thank you," you said softly,rubbing the nape of your neck with little hope it would get rid of the nasty emotions you were feeling.

"I got your back girl" Cassandra said before pausing,peering out of the open window next to you. She motioned you to quickly come near.

"What?" You sounded confused. She huffed, violently yanked you forward to press your face agianst the glass, an extremely familiar sight filling your vision as A_60,aka Mackintosh, had been swimming by further to the front. You could feel the familiarity of his static when he passed,the feeling comforting against the cold glass before it disappeared completely. He floated there for a moment,turning his head a little bit to see where he could find an opening in the facility wall. You watched as he drew two axes from straps wrapped around his tentacle limbs, an opening in the wall allowing him to push into the building. If you strained your eyes enough, you could see the blurry shapes of your squad panicking as the bright light of his red glitchy static tore through multiple rooms much further within seconds.

"He's coming,go! Go!" You rushed Cassandra into the next room ,shoving her into one of the siderooms as he approached rapidly. The sounds of people running and claiming lockers filled your ears until a particular group of expendables had entered the room,pushing into your sideroom. This only served to attract him into said sideroom as one of the newbies had an axe lodged into the meat of his thigh that bled violently. The crimson blood dripping to the ground beneath him. Luckily, your hiding spot kept you and Cassandra perfectly hidden as the abnormally large beast tore through the men and women with a sickening sadistic laugh.

Most of them had either had their heads popped like a grape or tore by each limb by his tendrils or the almost new axe he brandished out of thin air. His mind too far gone at the moment to attempt to calm him down, but you needed to attempt it, considering he was such a rare sight to see in these expeditions.

Hours Before you had seen him,he was casually resting on one of the walls, waiting for your fellow expendables to pass far enough so he could finally feast. He didn't have a clue that you were here, floating in the salty water as his mind wandered to the blurry memories you both shared. He could barely remember your face,your scent,your blood,he wanted it all again. Time kept passing too fast for him while he waited for a chance and hoped you would come back. The thoughts dying a month into his seclusion within the facility, around the time they had begun to send search parties down,he lost the hope you were ever going to show up at all. The only thing keeping him sane was sebastian's near constant reminder, he even had pictures that kept the beasts sanity somewhat there.

Keeping your gaze on him as he began to calm down was a big mistake,his head snapping into the direction of your hiding spot as Cassandra was stepping over the couch you both hid behind. She screamed loudly, and her body immediately yanked was into the air by her hair. The lights in the hallways flickered rapidly,signaling the approach of something. You were halfway out the door,the only safe spot was in the other sideroom but that had a locker you were advised to avoid. An idea dawned on you suddenly, a stupid one but an idea nonthless

peered out the doorway,watching your fleeing form as it darted towards the adjacent room he was in. The thrill of the chase urging him along but he stopped to peer down at your body. You had stopped right in the middle of the halway,a familiar banshees screech approaching as the light bulbs brightened before bursting. You could hear the bloodshed as the rest of the others were slaughtered mercilessly. A shrill mocking laughter pierced your ears,the noise harsh and violent amongst the glitchy static that filled the room. Cassandra ran,knowing this was a horrible way to confront pinkie. Your arms raised as you were seemingly waiting for the being to come,a-60 hunched over slightly as he looked down with a confused look.

"R.I.P" she saluted you,diving into a locker as the familar pink being tore by. The rooms were plunged into darkness, she emitted no glow other than the faint purple hue from the angler bulb on her head. Pinkie,one you loved to call 'screechie' because of how loud she would be all the time,lived up to her name as she happily reached out towards you.

The suddenness of a massive jagged knife diving into her wrist was a sight to behold,some feral desire preventing a-60 from seeing your death before he could get his own hands on you. Purple blood dripped from the open wound before he thrusted the knife backward,a deep jagged wound forming along her arm before it fully pierced through the bone.

"MINE" he shouted,grasping pinkie by the wrist to launch her towards the wall. It was a difficult feat however as the smaller creature latched onto his wrist. The feeling of her long thin teeth sinking into his skin didn't deter the larger beast as he just became more annoyed than angry. You could see as pinkie was violently thrown around in the air as an attempt to throw her off but she was latched onto his arm too well.

She knew what she was doing,it was quite alarming.

He had half the mind to stab her, but Pinkie was just trying to survive. You also saw him using a trick to pry her jaws open like a snake so he could toss her into the corpse filled sideroom. It's almost as if the A.I. were waiting for his cue as the door slid shut, then locked with a click,pinkie screaming as she attempted to escape her now prisoncell. His attention turned back to you,he was completely unarmed, but he didn't care. A-60 had half the mind to slaughter you for this little stunt, but the strange feral desire to chase overwhelmed that,he knew you would need a head start.

Admist the chaos,he had violently thrown your body to the side. Your ankle had twisted with a painful crack while the whole fight played out,it had caught against a hole in the ground. He didn't know this,nearing your fallen body with a sinister grin while contemplating the idea he was coming up with. His hand reached up into the air, the air humming, then burst with energy as a familar looking rusted axe fizzled into life. The red glitching is almost alien and too foreign for you to comprehend.

You saw as he moved to chop down with the axe,your body moving with a sudden adrenaline like you were possessed. This angered him even further, the being you once played cards with now bloodlusted and hungered for your corpse. He was taking far too long,like he wanted you to run, but your ankle provided no aid in this situation. You peered up,mentally hoping and begging him to see who was infront of him.

Cassandra suddenly appeared with a whole can of febreeze,yelling something along the lines of 'taste fall breeze!' Before she sprayed it directly into his eyes. He hissed,his hands curling up to claw at his now fall scented eyeballs. The chemicals burned like a thousand needles piercing his eyes.

"AW-GOD-" he choked out,rubbing his eyes rapidly before he began to wildly flail his arms out to grab at anything within reach. Cassandra had fled moments prior ,leaving you alone with the almost empty can of febreeze. You looked up him,eyes widened with panic as he rubbed away whatever sprayed his weakened eyes. The fins on the side of his head wiggled,twitching while he listened to your heavy breathing.

"You got fire -" he paused,peering down at your tiny body. Something felt...familiar about you. This is really when you could take a better look at him,he had grown nearly triple in size. Still as thick and muscled as before, but his hair had grown quite a bit,he had a scruffy, messy beard that looked uncared for. He had more scars too,the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to expose his hairy arms. He had a few piercings too, a golden nose piercing that looked like a bull ring, some ear fin piercings, he even had golden rings on his fingers that spelled out something. He held an axe up in his hand,not remembering who you were until he brought the axe down,your scream shocking him out of his crazed daze-it should've fueled it but that scream was all too familar to his aching ears. Your scream.

"It can't be..."he dropped the axe,his smile disappearing as quickly as it came before the bully from before had entered. He shouted something about saving you, but easily shoved him away with a thick tentacle. He was more content on staring at you,taking in your body while his hands began to trace up your sides to explore every curve there. The bully shouted,suddenly being torn apart easily by the thick black and red tendrils that languidly moved around you both,the bloodied scene ignored by the beast who had a lazy happy smile. He wasn't entirely sure at first if it was actually you, his large hands scouping your body up easily before he dived into a different portion of the facility. The doors that were there before had been broken open,allowing him easy access through the winding corridors. A trail of blood followed behind,the smell of metal filled your nose before it was suddenly drowned out by his overwhelming scent. The room you were pulled into was rather large, the darkness of the space providing a familiar comfort you both knew all too well.

"Tell me something she would know." he dropped you onto the mattress, settling down in front of you with a determined look,the room began to glow with a familiar red hue.

"Remember the time you tried to climb the walls and got stuck so you had me throw buckets of oil onto you -" That's all he needed to hear. That memory was all too embarrassing to think of. He grumbled something to himself, a hand moving up to muffle your words before you could finish speaking. He moved his hand away to cup the side of your face, then he pulled it away,his body moving so he could lazily rest on his stomach next to you. The tentacles around you moved,sliding the blanket you sat on to lay down next to him so a thick arm could wrap around your body. He kept you firmly there. This entire time, he had been thinking you were a hallucination and that his sanity finally snapped.

"I'm here,it's me," you said softly. You hadn't done this before, but your hand moved to scratch the thick scruffy beard he grew. The physical touch finally grounded him to reality,your touch did wonders to sooth his thought filled mind.

"I'm here to stay. They sent us down here to see how you guys are,they want us to do research on you guys but I just can't-this is the first taste of freedom I've had in months" your soft voice echoed in the room, one of his finned ears perking up while he listened carefully. He knew the feeling,the airyness of freedom he had tasted before it was suddenly drowned out by the fact he was still as stuck as he was before. Nowhere would accept him, so he decided to stick here. The hotel he came from originally was probably tore down and condemned, so he couldn't go back there to terrorize them there. Sebastian had suggested he stay here with the others,to turn this facility into a place he could call home.

"Yer not leaving me again anyways," he stated,giving you no room to argue before he rolled onto his back. Macintosh pulled your smaller form on top of his, his body moving to sit back up against the pillows while his hands moved to rest on your hips,his thumbs tracing circles into the clothed skin before it dipped underneath a hole it created with his claw. The sound of ripping filled the room as he suddenly sat upright,slicing through your suit and clothing like butter.

"I finally get to do this" he grumbled. He didn't have a huge idea on what to do but he would make it work. He leaned down,grabbing a fistful of your hair to tilt your head and exposed your bare neck to him, a faint bite mark was there from the previous one he left you nearly a year before.

"Stay quiet for me" he huffed out, opening his mouth before he clamped back down onto the same spot. He wasn't going easy,sinking his fangs into the sensitive portion of your collar bone,you could feel as his tounge began to lick any blood that formed,his beard rubbing and tickling the exposed skin. He groaned,the sound deep and throaty as he feasted, the sweet taste of your blood was too addicting like a candy he never wanted to let go. Mac's hands rubbed against your exposed skin,peeling away any other clothing that separated you both. His large hands move back down to trace circles on your hips,claws digging in and scraping the skin but not drawing blood.

"Fucking delicious" he snarled, tendrils moving quicker than you could comprehend as you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips once again,the large limbs raising you up to press your exposed lower half firmly against the connection between his human and the other half. The two of you never went this far,never wanting the scientist to watch because of the first time. The closest you two had gotten was him shoving his tounge down your throat while finger fucking you insane.

"Be a good girl and let me have my fun" he said lowly,his gaze darkening once he saw your body finally go limp,submitting to his many advances. You could feem as something was pricking your thighs. It didn't seem like you were given much choice either as the feeling of burning toxins coursed through your weakened body, the awaiting tendrils eagerly wrapping around your legs to pry them open with ease. Your suit had been torn,shredded by now so he could explore the skin as much as he wanted. The small hidden spikes along the palm of his hands had pricked into your skin in multiple places,the small puncture wounds burning so fast.

He said nothing,letting the toxin do its work as he watched for any negative reaction. He could also hear the yelling of pandemonium as he burst past the other room and then down the hallway to chase some prey. A poor wall dweller he dubbed food, and you could hear the happy yelling of Richard that signaled he was well and alive-unfortunately. The sounds soon were drowned out by the signature TV static a-60 loved to use. Your world seemingly turned upright when he traced his finger down the sensitive line of your spine,distracting you from the sensation of him adjusting both of your bodies in a way to expose the slit hidden beneath the thickest of the red and black tendrils. pulled your body up,pressing it firmly against his chest before he grasped your knee to hoist it up. The sudden exposure to cold air forcing goosebumps to form while you began to feel some anxiety and eagerness towards what he was going to do.

The position you were in didn't give you the best view as a thicker tendril moved to keep you sitting on your knees. The thick skin oddly soft and squishy beneath your legs,your mind was feeling something that was comforting. He didn't give any warning though as he dipped the tip of a tendril inside of you, wating a second before it wiggled slightly, the burning stench sudden and jarring amongst his comforting gestures. His right hand began to massage small circles into your side as the other moved to rub the bundle of nerves between your legs in an attempt to distract you. The rough pad on his fingers added to the sensation, a wetness growing between your legs that aided the tendril when he pushed it further in. The stretch burned,the sensation growing more intense when he finally pushed as far as he could,rubbing anywhere it could reach. His fingers moved faster, mac's free hand moving to grasp the bottom of your jaw ,his tounge sliding out after he forced your mouth open with his thumb. Your head craned back uncomfortably, a few moments shared between you two before he shoved his tounge further down your throat,nearly suffocating you before it pulled back out slightly to let you breath for just a moment.

He didn't give you any time to adjust,his pace becoming unpredictable as soon the feeling of something else poked next to the tendril lodged inside of you. Something felt different, the head felt so much warmer than the tendril that began to try to make room for whatever that there. It began to wiggle violently, jerking against the sensitive spot within your body before his hand moved down, his fingers moving to open you up further,the stretch burning more and felt mildly uncomfortable. The feeling of the ribbed tendril rubbed against you for a second,it felt slick and wet.

"Breath" he muffled out,pulling you further into the tounge filled kiss once again. The fins on the sides of his head wiggled,showing his satisfaction and joy when his eyes slowly shut. He was enjoying the feeling of you squirming against him, your walls tightening around him in such a way he never wanted to pull out. It was already a tight fit as is before the head slipped inside,stretching you even further after his fingers moved. The slight relief doing wonders until the first ridge and bump poked in,then the second,then every single other ridge until he was to the base. He ignored some of your squirming, allowing you to adjust but he didn't take too long as the warmth urged him to move. Each barb wasn't hard,they were round and felt heavily as each popped in and out. He didn't move his hips, using a pair of tendrils to slowly move your body up and down in a rhythmic pace he wanted.

"I'd love to hear you scream-" he said after pulling away,his tounge covered with a mixture of yours and his spit. Your lip bled,he bit it when he pulled away. "But ya need to stay quiet,be a good girl and let me have fun..I also hid a little secret all these years so keep yer mouth shut" his accent came back, the tendril inside of you moving at a different pace, wiggling against the sensitive spot inside of you. His fingers rubbed circles once again over your clit,his pace uneven but widely pleasurably as he fucked you through his own feral desires. The room filling with the wet sounds of your desires as he quickly neared his own end, pent up all these years. The floor creaked with every moment as if it were bending underneath your shared weights.

An idea dawned,the tounge fucking your throat had left soon after he changed positions. His back laying against the mattress as you were moved to ride him,the tendrils aiding you most of the way but he had left you to do the rest of it. Your hips rolled against the slit, a tendril firmly planted beneath you so you could use it as leverage. He had no pupils so you couldn't see where he was looking,his eyes half lidded and almost glazed over while desires burned through him. Your hands were planted firmly against his pelvis as your hips rolled back to meet every thrust,,determined to send you both over but the toxins seemed to keep you on the edge. The strange smile forming on mac's face as he realized you were becoming frustrated. His body jostling upright so quickly it send you flying onto your back, the tendril inside of you had slipped out with a wet pop before it pushed back inside with little resistance.

What you learned to be a smaller tendril,what looked to be an inhuman dick, ribbed to hell and rubbed so sweetly inside of you,hadn't revealed its purpose just yet until he began to wildly move them again. A sudden pain shot through your pelvis before he paused, watching your reaction as you adjusted to the foreign stretch, his body folding down to smother you a while the ribbed tendril pushed further into the entrance your womb. The feeling burned painfully,his hands moving down to grasp a handful of your breasts before his thumbs kneading circles into the sensitive nubs there. He was clearly too blissed out to care about much,the swelling growing more and more until it pushed against the tight resistance of your womb. Your toes curled at the feeling,the pain burning into a strange arousal as something pushed past and plopped itself inside of you. It felt round,large and oddly warm.

"Many more to come" he purred out happily,his ear fins wiggling madly while the insane smile came back. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon. It felt like hours had passed when he was almost done,your abdomen builging out slightly from the amount of eggs he had pushed into your awaiting womb. He had regained some humanity midway through, a shaky hand reaching down to comfort you. His grip tightened whenever you tighted around him, the tendril before had wiggled itself free to rub quick wet circles into your sensitive clit. His hands were too focused on fondling the mounds of flesh,addicted to the feeling of your soft skin beneath his rough fingertips whenever he kneaded it. Somewhere in between this, he began to produce this thick red smoke whenever he exhaled out. He had done this before but only when he was in one of his rare moods.

The smoke-oh god the smell, it should've disgusted you when you inhaled it in but the sensation it created did wonders to sooth your aching body. The overwhelming scent of cigars filled your nose ,some tangyness of metal, and somehow the scent of citrus and cherries. He had been acting on instinct most of the time anyways, the last of the eggs filling you before you felt him pull out. The hope he was done dawned in your mind before it was shattered as he suddenly thrusted the ribbed tendril back into your womb,small movements keeping it firmly planted inside of you before it finally slipped out.

It was all too much,the feeling of your release and his slipping out, the way he moved to place you back down onto the mattress. He wanted to taste it,peering down at the slick that dripped from you, but there was a point you needed to rest. Your eyes had already closed,a clean tendril moving your body to lay against the mattress. Some part in his mind screaming to leave,he just scrambled you but some other part forced him to stay. His body moving on its own,one of his thick arms wrapped around your body to keep it close while his hand rested possessively over your bloated stomach. Knowing it was severely unwise to awaken you so he decided to join you in the land of slumber.

To tell you the truth,he didn't mean for it to get this far. Watching your sleeping body while it was curled tightly against his side,he didn't move at all so he didn't disturb you. Originally macintosh had the idea to slaughter you if you were some fake lookalike but this-your eyes,your hair,everything. It was you without a doubt. Sebastian's words echoed in his mind,the faint memory of the fish freak telling him that you'd be back,he'd have to thank him in some way later on. The A.I had popped in some hours after you were sleeping,keeping his voice down as he spoke to a-60. The beast didn't have a care if anyone else died,only the handlers had lived but his only concern was you. He felt a bit bad for terrifying you before but he couldn't help the desires,the feral urge to chase and kill like a rabid dog.

“Hey” he said softly,slowly nudging your body until your eyes fluttered open. Your mouth opened,a tiny yawn escaping that looked adorable in his eyes tired eyes. The room was filled with the stench of sex,him,and your sweat, his body was the only thing you could see with the way you were pressed against him.

“You good?” he asked.

“mhm” you could barley keep your eyes open,he could tell.

“Want to sleep more?” he asked gently,chucking when you rapidly nodded your head and then buried it into the thickness of his chest. Something in you kept your mind from going back into the abyss of slumber.

He was a living furnace,producing enough heat to where you didn't need the blanket he had thrown over top of both of you but he needed it. He couldn't feel the body heat he produced, mac had been greedily sapping your warmth despite being the bigger beast. The tendrils around your legs moved as he adjusted to lay on his stomach,exposing his scarred back to you. He had clearly been through alot more fights over the years,some looking to be from pandemonium from how harsh and deep they were. He always got so touchy with you,why not return the favor?

He didn't notice your hand reaching up before it was placed onto the top of his head,his body jumped slightly from the sudden touch but he relaxed quickly. Mac huffed,his eyes slowly closing from the feeling of your hand scratching through the tangled strands on his head. Even as you grabbed a fistful to untangle it,he remained still, his chest rumbling and body vibrating as if he he had been purring like a cat,the attention felt heavenly to his touch starved body. The creature wasn't feeling pain,he just desired to be loved like he was now.

The fins on his head wiggled when your thumbs brushed against them,the brightest idea to gently caress and gently rub the small wiggling limbs. Macintosh had gone limp underneath you some time into this, the purring seemingly getting louder and louder until he began to drool from it all. His eyes closed shut,mouth slightly agape as spit rolling down his lip,clearly blissed out. The combination of your hand in his hand and one scratching behind his ear silenced his normally active mind. He felt your hands pull away, he involuntary let out a whiney groan.

“More?” you could feel him press his head against your hands,clearly too blissed out to do anything himself as he awaited for more scratches. He didn't care if this ruined the vision of him being big and scary,he just wanted this more than anything else.

“Oh fine,you big lump” you joked,your smaller hand moving to scratch underneath his chin before you ran your hands through the thick hair there. Eventually he fell asleep, snoring loudly amongst the quiet of the room. This left you to be the only one awake,allowing you to explore even more than you could before. Your actions had knocked mac out cold, he was too far to be manually awoken so you left him be with the idea to explore. He had a pile of clothing shoved into the corner,most of it were white button ups,some jeans and even funnily enough there were cowboy hats thrown about in the room. Your suit had been torn beyond any repairs, it laid on the ground shredded beside the bed that he slept in. He would glow faintly everytime he exhaled,the faint red hue filling the room light a gentle nightlight, it helped you to see what you were doing.

Your body ached horrifically when you stood, the sticky mess between your legs felt madly uncomfortable so you'd have to find a shower or somewhere to clean this up. Your stomach bloated,it wasn't bad-like you had eaten far too much food, a majority of the eggs had dipped in size towards the end of it so it became easier by then. The room became too dark and extremely difficult to see in,there was a giant hole where the door should be that led into an equally dark hallway. stayed asleep,he har used up a good chunk of his energy before.

The only thing that really fit was his shirt, a large white button up that hung like a dress over your petite form. You could be average height but was a beast of a man,triple the size of any body builder you've seen up close. The fabric was somewhat see-through but it provided something to cover your naked body. Painter had flickered to life, watching you from afar while trying to decide what to do. The other handlers were too busy to help,all occupied with their own beast so he had to do something.

“hey” his voice startled you,your body jumping slightly before you peered up at the flashing screen next to the door. “take the path,go clean up” faint almost broken light bulbs lit up along the winding corridor,you couldn't see much at all as you carefully stepped through the rubble. A limp in your step whenever you walked but it didn't deter you from the idea of finally having a shower without the prying eyes of urbanshade. Privacy,very much needed privacy.

“Thank you” the A.I had disappeared sometime ago,the lights dying out soon after he had. The only light source was the changing rooms light as you entered it,the familiar sight of the old women's locker room filled your vision. Dust and dirt lined the walls,the only clean area of it was the bathroom area that looked to be freshly scrubbed clean. The large inground hottub would have to make do since when you turned the nosil to the shower,it didn't turn on.

Soon the room had filled with steam,the sounds of running water filling the tub. Luckily there had been what looked to be men's soap,shampoo and conditioner sat next to the tub. Your locker was in here,surely your old gym clothes would be here too? The thought bringing some joy to your mind as you rounded the corner-just to see your locker had been tore completely open as if it had exploded from the inside. Nearly all of your items were gone,leaving just a single sanitary pad and a pair of dirty underwear. You could see monstrous claw marks along the concrete walls. It was only a month prior but he had tore through your locker after getting a wiff your scent,somehow thinking you were hiding in there just to be greeted by your clothing instead. He destroyed the locker in the process,stealing your clothing along with it.

The tub almost overfilled by the time you got back to it,the water steaming from how hot it was but it's what your body needed. Urbanshade never allowed you in particular to use the hot water, cold baths only to shock your limbs awake. Your body felt like it was in heaven from how the water embraced you,a warm tight hug. The shirt you wore was discarded so you could submerge fully underneath the water,your shoulders sinking further until until it was just your head that stuck out of the tub.

Unbeknownst to you,mac had awoken and promptly began to freak out once he realized you were not laying next to him. The idea that you were snatched-it brought rage back,white hot rage that burned to the point he nearly shattered painter when he flickered into life. He first frantically tore apart whatever he could in the room,catching a whiff of your scent finally as he did so. He took a second to think before he punched a hole into the wall out of sheer frustration.

He called out your name,peering around the winding hallway ,the tendrils beneath his body moved him along the rubble. The sight of the locker rooms light being on had stopped him,he wondered if merchant came to deliver his weekly supplies a bit earlier than intended. Sounds echoed through the halls as blitz tore through the facility,they had sent yet another group of sorry sacrifices to die for them.

“Hello?” He slipped through the locker room door,knocking on it loud enough for you to hear. Your eyes were shut tightly,allowing the hot water to do its magic while you floated there in the giant hottub. He turned the corner,peering down at your relaxing form, he had half the mind to join you but something seemed to stop him. He still was hesitant about this all,mac didn't want to push it too far than he already had but a huge part of him craved to sit there and demand attention.

“I can feel you staring,come on” your voice startled him out of his thoughts, his body eagerly moving to slip into the heated water next to you. He took up a good majority of the tub,water tipping over the edge then onto the floor around you both. He stayed put,leaning back against the edge of his tub with one arm wrapped around you,the other lazily rested on the lip of the tub.

“Aren't you supposed to be…killing people?” a perfectly okay question to ask,this seemed out of character for the creature to act like this.

“Miss this? Nah” he stated simply, tendrils Moving to wrap around your body to keep you pressed firmly against his side.

You could feel as his hand began to scrub through your hair,between everything he had grabbed a bottle of shampoo and spurt some of the contents on his hands. The cold gel shocking you for a moment before he began to scrub it into your scalp,massaging your head in circles. He was going a bit rough,unknowingly putting in a little too much strength until he adjusted to put less. The poor beast would have to adjust due to his increased strength, it would explain why your hips were so bruised aswell from the harsh grip he had on them. You could see the handprints he left,now bruised blue and black from the previous encounters.

The sounds of moving had startled you out of your daze,sebastian's voice echoing through the other lockeroom. You could hear as the shower was turned on,the sound of Ethan’s voice shouting out about the cold water as sebastian cackled from the funny sight of Ethan wiggling beneath it. Clearly those two had connected once again,they didn't care for prying ears while they were chatting loudly within the next room. Their talking soon drowned out by the showers as they turned more on. The both of you had began to ignore it,too focused on eachother.

The silence shared between you two was deafening but also comforting, the chance to be this close to you was all he needed to he satisfied at the moment. Yes he wanted to take you here,bend you over the side of the tub and fuck you senseless but he needed to control himself better. Though the look you gave him as his hands trailed further down,grasping a handful of your breast before kneading the mounds of flesh while he rolled and pinched your nipple between his fingers. He just couldn't resist, your skin felt so soft beneath his calloused fingertips.

He peered down,watching you with that signature shit eating grin he always seemed to have. The light in the room had popped suddenly after,presumably from something he had just done to purposly plunge you both into darkness. His hand moved first before anything else,the roughness of his skin rubbing against your face when he went to cup it. His other free hand went to rub your belly for a moment ,his fingers dipping further down to gently push against the skin there. You could feel something push against your womb,the feeling was too painful at first,your pained face causing him to stop until the pain had went away.

“Can't keep them in forever,they're duds for now” he huffed, you didn't know how he knew this-you didn't want to ask why he knew that too. The water swished with both of your movements, his hands yoinking you onto his lap with your back pressed against his chest. Two tendrils easily pried open your legs,he did most of the work anyways while you waited for him. The familar prick against your thigh, your skin began to burn once again like before. It felt mild,it wasn't as intense and seering like hours prior,this was meant to just ease the exit of each egg.

(See visual here since tumblr would censor this

“Just-let Me-” he wrapped an arm around your neck locking you into a headlock. You could feel the stickiness of a thick tentacle as it gently press down onto your stomach,the feeling of your womb not wanting to give in at first was madly painful until it finally did. The first egg popped through,your hands grasping and clawing at his arm while that kept you perfectly still. His fingers tested the rim of your hole before they dipped in,opening you up more so the egg could plop out with ease. The pain died into a mad blinding pleasure, each red sphere slipping out easier and easier every time until the largest of the bunch needed to come out. He had been watching you the entire time,your face contorted into a pleasure filled mess. Tears had been rolling down your cheeks, your hands clawed at his forearms for freedom from the tightening headlock. For a moment the denial of air-the way you were being choked,it left you breathless. It wasn't painful,the lightheadedness felt madly comforting when it stopped all of the thoughts that ravaged your mind.

“Hey-Earth to snack-” at some point you had passed out,forgetting to warn him about your impending stayed before you fell unconscious. He had panicked at first,shaking your body a bit before he stopped. knew you were breathing-he had just suffocated you a bit too much. He didn't know if you did or didn't like it,he wouldn't be doing that again for awhile.

“I'm okay” he heard you breath,he let out a sigh of relief before he pulled himself out of the tub with you in his arms. The eggs simply floated,he would have to figure out something and hopefully sebastian wouldn't find them again. The toxin still burned in your bloodstream,the ache growing more and more between your legs,the burning hot desire and its almost like he could smell it,the sinister grin coming back once he realized you were still ready to go for more,an eagerness bubbling up to the surface when you both neared his room. Nothing could stop him now as he tossed you onto the bed,not bothering to dry either of you off as you were flipped onto your stomach,ass forced to perk in the air to expose yourself to him.

“Good girl” fuck,those words. His voice,thicker with arousal and his accent showing itself proudly. His hands grasped a fistful of your cheeks,spreading them and your legs open for him. Not a single warning was given as he pushed the wet thick muscle of his tounge into you, the taste of your arousal had fueled him even more. He growled,the sound deep and throaty as his mouth opened even wider to allow the thickest portion to enter you. You could feel while it wiggled around,squirming as it jabbed itself against the sensitive spot within you. His thumb moved down,rubbing quick fast circles into your clit while he practically made out with your lower half.

There was a moment you had been sent over the edge but he didn't care,too worried about the feast he was just given. It sounded nasty,wet slurping mixed with the sounds of his tounge fucking itself into you. His beard had become matted at some point,chin dripping with your desire and arousal while he fisted himself without shame. His hand firmly gripped the ribbed tendril between his legs,a claw tipping into the leaking tip to prevent himself cumming from simply from eating you out. His own groans muffled until you had attempted to pull away,the sensations becoming far too much at one point. He only gave you a few moments of reprieve,flipping onto his back so you would sit your pretty little ass onto his face. The thought of suffocating him would be more severe if it weren't for the fact he kept smothering himself with the meat of your thighs and pussy like a starved man.

“slow down-” you choked out,interrupted by a tendril shoving itself down your throat to gag you.

“No.” you weren't fighting this.

Unfortunately, the A.I. had not excused himself in time as he witnessed nearly the entire ordeal, something short circuiting further into the facility before he could dive back into his web. You didn't notice painter at all,the smug bastard had even started to record what was happening while he went to torture the newest group of expendables. Something he would possibly use as blackmail against mackintosh in the future,if he ever had that sort of shame to begin with.

You could feel as a sticky tendril moved up your side,curling around the dips of your hips. He was becoming rather touchy again,both of your legs were already engulfed within the writhing mass. It's almost like he was trying to absorb you,your limbs heavy and feeling like jelly whenever you tried to move. Whatever he could inject you with,he seemed to do this on purpose eveytime to make it so you were a pliable mess to mold however he wanted. The room soon began to glow,his hands moving up to pull you fully down against his face,his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before he pulled away completely. You needed the break but loathed the sudden emptiness it caused, the feeling short lived as his fingers dipped inside your warmth. Your body had been shifted to lay face down on the mattress,his fingers careful when he curled them against that sensitive spot there,slowly moving them until he could reach his knuckle.

“I don't feel like dealing with anything extra” mac huffed,he wanted to take it further but he already had to deal with the other eggs,shoving more inside of you was the last thing he wanted at the moment. The desire there,you could see it from how the ribbed limb wiggled behind your legs eagerly before it dipped into the small crevice between your legs,taking the place of his hand.

“Sorry” Liar. He was smiling the entire time he used the meat of your thigh as friction. Each nub and ridge rubbed against the sensitive bud there. The position you sat in was awkward, a hand keeping both of your thighs tightly shut while the other raised your hips for him so he could see what was going on,the ribbed tendril fucking the meat there with short quick thrusts. Your noises fueled him further, the tendril going ridged for a few seconds before sticky strands of white spurt out and coat your inner thighs. He was a bit too rough,his hands keeping your thighs shut as tight as they would go while the base of the tendril buldged out. You could see the sphere shape moving up before the tiny red pearl had plopped onto the bed beneath you.

He rambled,his accent too thick to understand but the deep rumbling of his voice seemed to sooth your body. ’s body violently jolted from the feeling of your hands wrapping around the sensitive tendril,your hands moving in sync to push him further as more shiny red eggs rolled onto the bed. What felt like hours was only minutes, the whole ordeal had ended a few minutes prior but he was still coming down from the blissful high.

From what you could see,he was staring up at the ceiling,head back as the ear fins wiggled madly,the shiteating grin on his face too. From what you could see,the red on his face was him blushing, something forcing a bright red glow to appear,it highlighted a good portion of his features.

“hey?” your body moved,legs more shaky than before but it didn't deter you as your hands reached up to cup his face,your thumb rubbing circles into the meat of his cheek. This seemed to ground him,the giant being letting out a long sigh,the air being filled with red smoke as he came to reality. His face still glowed but now brighter than before,your hands providing comfort amongst his foggy mind. His arms suddenly were around you,the eggs being swept away with little care so he could roll onto the mattress with you. Thick limbs providing warmth in the cold room,his arms kept you firmly planted next to him on the bed like you were going to disappear if he let go. A hand stroked your hair,tendrils wrapping around your body in a sticky hug,he wasn't wet he just felt like he was constantly covered with this weak glue.

“wake me up next time” he huffed,talking about earlier when you vanished.

“You don't need to escort me everywhere-”

“no, no, I do” he made the decision for you, hushing you by yanking you into the meat of his chest. The idea to bite him dawning on you, wanting payback for biting you.

It's like he knew what you were about to do but he didn't do anything to stop it,your teeth sinking into the squishy flesh of his breast. He laughed,moving to pry you off but you were firmly latched on,dead set on leaving a mark there. Once he discovered he could not pry you off easily,he simply laid there defeated until you were finished. Unbeknownst to him,you were also determined to cover him as a canvas with your bite marks. Each time you sank your teeth into his flesh-it felt either wildly ticklish or pleasuring. The meat of his stomach was particularly sensitive,he almost smacked you when he felt your hands trail down his ticklish sides. He would do the exact same though,so he didn't stop you. Infact,he had planned on doing the exact same.

Your world was turned upright,tendrils wrapping around your body as his hands moved to scrape along your ticklish sides. Your arms had been pinned down,unable to save yourself from the tickle onslaught ,he wasn't going to stop until he had you laughing. It wasn't long, he had struck the right spot that forced a giggle out of you,the asshole even had the gal to tickle you until you were begging him to stop. It was all play,similar to what you two did those years prior,mac would always fake being the looser until he found the opportunity to take over.

The scene between you both sat short lived, the suddenness of sebastian entering the hallway had ruined the small moment. You could hear as he yelled about how the two of you shouldn't be naked, Mac could tell you were beginning to panic but he yanked you back down before you could do anything,both of your naked forms lay on the damp mattress while the serpentine fish beast peaked hie head in. He didn't care,giving Mac a look like ‘I told you so’ with the smug grin, he didn't let you two say anything before he tossed in a few suitcases that were yours.

“the rest of your shit is In merchants room,go get it when you're done frisking the fish” his words momentarily shocked both of you,your eyes widened as you went to stare at the now angered mackintosh. Your hands went to sooth him,rubbing that sensitive spot beneath his ears to calm him down,the last thing you needed was mackintosh starting a fight while nude. Though…the thought was welcomed,he could tell your head was in further places while you were absentmindedly rubbing the fins there but he didn't say much of anything.

“Let's go see the others” he huffed,he rarley ever socialized but he would just this once. You two were almost always secluded alone those yesrs back but he had a TV that kept him entertained while you were also there.

“Yeah..sure” he grumbled,moving to grab the white button up he tossed in the furthest corner. Your suitcase had popped open,sending most of your clothes flying across the already messy floor. You didn't like the idea of cleaning up after both of you so you'd have to convince him to do some cleaning later.

He began to mumble something, nothing negative just grumbling about the back aches he was feeling at the moment. may be a strong beast but he too also felt the wear and tear of older age,the bath did little to sooth his aching muscles. You could see the tension,the way he tried to flex to pop his back but it did nothing. if you could pop it you would,knowing merchant would be better for said task since she was one of the few trained to do deep tissue massages. Something you would have to save for later, bargain with her perhaps. He huffed,buttoning up the shirt with ease before he turned back to face you.

“Good?” He asked ,making sure you were ready before the tendrils wrapped around your body once again,carrying you down the hall as he moved at an inhuman pace. One hand gripped the belt around his waist while the other free hand was used to hold yours. He seemed to love the softness of your skin,his thumb rubbing circles there while he navigated the facility.

He gave you a look,static filling the air before the telltale glitching started,it looked painful for him to do. The way you both materialized in the lounge room within seconds,startling sebastian in the process. Only a handful of the entities were here, blitz had disappeared moments prior because he heard the sounds of a coffee machine beeping. Angus the angler had been sitting there,playing cards and clearly winning against both merchant,pinkie,Cassandra, and frogger.

Your body was placed down onto a beanbag, a-60 taking a seat next to you while be began to sharpen the rusted blade attached to the straps on his side,a tendril curled around your body to slide the beanbag to his side. The domestic feeling of it all,regardless of how you looked-you all were here to stay until the day comes that they could be freed. The chance to escape wasn't going to show itself anytime soon,so you'd have to plan for it. A messed up family in the ocean of corpses you called home.

Hell of a welcoming gift,am I right?

visuals be here now and part 2 was chucked into this to make it even longer.

I will be referring to him as mac/Macintosh because of a discord server I'm in

[lyssak09]

Yandere Leo Wyatt Headcanons (Charmed 1998)

I'm so sorry that I fell off the face of the earth but that's life. Enjoy these random yandere headcanons. I have been rewatching Charmed, which I grew up watching, and it randomly gave me inspiration again. Yay! I've been in love with Leo for like my whole life, so these may be a tad long. Happy Reading

(FYI you are a charmed one in this but I don't specify which one you've taken the place of since I love all of them, but I do mention Piper and Pheobe in this. Maybe they're all alive in this or something lol)

We know Leo is protective of those he cares about, especially the ones he loves. So as a yandere, his protectiveness is 20 times worse. He keeps an eye on you at all times even when you can't see him, if he sees or senses you might be doing something too dangerous for his liking (including normal activities like cooking) he'll orb in and take over for you.

Leo doesn't have a concept of boundaries when it comes to you. So he’ll orb in at any time, it doesn’t matter if it's during intimate moments like you’re hoping out of the shower.

Leo watches you 24/7, even when he’s with his other charges. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the bathroom, asleep in bed, out with friends, or spending time with your sisters, he’ll have an eye on you.

He watches you sleep almost every night, you’re just so cute and peaceful when you sleep. And if he’s feeling bold he might even lay with you on the bed, perhaps cuddle you if you’re in a deep sleep. It makes him feel like you’re a couple when he does that, furthering his delusions.

Leo is a huge guard dog, not just from creatures but from humans too. He knows how to fight, and his combat skills are insane, but people seem to forget that about him which he takes advantage of. If someone or something badmouthed you then they better be ready for a fight.

He is so sweet to you, in an old-fashioned sort of way. If you’re entering a room he’ll beat you to the door to hold it open for you, even if you’re just going to the attic. He’ll carry your bag or jacket when you’re out and about. Leo will always make you walk on the opposite of traffic on sidewalks, meaning he walks on the traffic side of the pavement.

Leo loves anything you do, especially when you talk though, he could listen to you yap for hours, even if it's something he has no idea what it is! He’ll even ask questions about the topic, anything you care about is something he will want to know. Leo will learn about everything you watch and read, just so he can actually talk to you about it and know what you’re talking about. But he does love just listening to you ramble about something, happily letting you talk and him listen. 

One of the things he hates about being a whitelighter/dead is that he can’t really talk about himself to your friends. Such as at parties, he can’t tell them the truth about who he is, which bothers him as he wants your friends to like him without lying to them, that way they can urge you to go for him/accept his advances!

Even if/when you’re not dating he’ll get paranoid and jealous when you talk to men (even women), even Dan who obviously has a thing for Piper, not you. 

Leo will get you to go on a date with him, either he begged you, coerced you, or just got you with his charm.

He will use his dream leaping ability to hop into your dreams and manipulate them. He makes you dream of dates with him to not only help ‘convince’ you and your subconscious to seriously date him but also test out date ideas. He needs to know which ones will work better for your first date!

Leo's sweet demeanor masks his manipulative intentions as he orchestrates the perfect first date. 

He’ll take advantage of knowing you your entire life to get the perfect first date. Leo will get your favorite food, and do any activity you want. He will manipulate you into saying yes to a second date, then a third, a fourth, and so on.

Leo’s more than willing to stoop low enough to manipulate you into being his girlfriend <3

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N! I’m willing to die again if it means you’ll go out with me. Please, it's just one date! Your sisters will be fine without you for a couple of hours. So what do you say?”

And if that doesn’t work he has more tricks up his sleeve, In the worst-case scenario he has to enact his plans even if you aren’t dating, all it does is make it a bit more difficult if you aren’t. 

Leo’s behavior gets worse even if you don’t start dating. His paranoia intensifies once you're officially together, leading him to become increasingly possessive and controlling. He becomes jealous and suspicious of anyone you interact with, even your own sisters or close friends

He will start having you do different things from the rest of your sisters, like giving you a different mission while the rest of your sisters deal with a demon. You will notice he’s giving you easier or ‘safer’ things to do, like having you work on potions, or giving you simple monsters to vanquish, and always being around you when your sisters have you watch an innocent.

When you express discomfort or resistance to his controlling behavior, Leo gaslights you, making you doubt your perceptions and sanity. He twists situations to make you believe that his actions are motivated by love and concern, making himself appear as the victim of your supposed ingratitude or lack of trust.

“I’m your whitelighter and your boyfriend, Y/N! It's literally my job to protect, care for, and guide you in the right direction. I’m sorry that I’m just trying to do my job as a boyfriend and whitelighter! Don’t you trust me?”

The way he says it makes your heart ache slightly and keeps you from arguing with him for a bit longer.

A part of him will understand that what he feels for you isn’t healthy, that his feelings for you are way stronger than most. But he’s too in love to care.

I’m serious when I say he’s lovesick. When he’s around you he gets all flustered and blushes, he can’t get the thought of you out of his head. Everything you do is either special, amazing, or adorable to him. Even just seeing you eat, or you reading the book of Shadows.

Leo knows the Elders would flip a lid if they find out how deep his feelings for you really are. He’s kept it hidden from everyone so far, everyone just thinks he has a normal crush on you. 

Your sisters will urge you to date him, he’s perfect for you! He’s kind, loving, smart, handsome, and can orb you wherever you want for a date! You don’t realize his crush on you for a bit till your sisters have to practically spell it out for you after he brought you some flowers for the 5th week in a row. 

Leo says he’s a pacifist but he knows that when it comes to you, he’ll kill a person/thing without a second thought or regret. Especially if they were/about to harm you or get in between his relationship with you, his devotion to you knows no bounds. He is willing to forsake his pacifist beliefs and commit acts of violence without hesitation if he perceives a threat to you or your relationship. His love for you erases any second thoughts, leading him to justify his actions as necessary sacrifices for the sake of your safety and happiness.

He is quietly making plans on how to stay with you forever without the Elders intervening or putting a stop to him. Leo could either bargain with them, possibly using some information he found that they don’t know about but desperately need, or he could take a more…aggressive option. 

Leo is willing to kill or maim the elders and anyone else who gets in the way, he’ll try no violence or the least violent ways first. He’s not afraid to use a darklighter’s bow and get the elders out of the way, he could possibly take over and keep you up there with him if he takes that route.

He showers you with affection and attention, bombarding you with declarations of love, and gifts, but mainly acts of service. He overwhelms you with displays of devotion, to the point it might feel suffocating. But everyone keeps telling you that they’d kill for someone to do that for them, even your sisters say you’re being ridiculous, that you should feel lucky and happy Leo does that for you. Maybe you’re just overthinking it?

“No you guys don’t understand! I can’t get a moment to myself without him orbing in with a gift or him beating me to a task I had been planning to do.” You complain to your sisters. They give you a funny look before laughing, “You’re being ridiculous Y/N, he’s just trying to show you he loves you. I wouldn’t complain if Dan would weed the garden for me” Piper says before smiling at you. You let out a frustrated huff. “That's not the point Piper! It’s overwhelming!” You exasperate. “Then what is the point Y/N? Because to me, it sounds like you’re complaining about a good thing.” Phoebe said with a slight tone. You quiet down a bit and think, “Maybe I am being ridiculous, maybe Leo is just trying to show he cares?”

The main ways he shows affection are acts of service and physical touch. Do you have a project for the house you’ve been planning to do? He’s already done it. You’re about to plant some flowers in the backyard? Don’t worry! He’ll do it for you. Those dishes in the sink you were planning to do are already done. Any improvements you talked about, even if it was in just one conversation and didn’t really plan to do it, are either done or he’s working on it. He loves being your handyman, it goes with his 1940s-esque views of what a husband should do.

One of the things he loved about just being the handyman, before you knew that he was a whitelighter, was when you’d bring him something to drink or snack on while he worked. It made him picture you as a wife even more than he already was. Anytime you brought him a drink he’d look away from the project he was working on and gain the biggest goofiest smile.

“Hey Leo, I made some lemonade the other day, would you like some? I don’t want you to die of dehydration just because you’re busy working out here.” You joke as you look up at him, covering your eyes a bit to block the sun. He smiles and steps down from the ladder, “I wouldn’t want that either” he jokes and laughs, you still don’t know he’s technically dead. Nor do you know much about who he is really. “I guess the gutters can wait for a bit.” Leo laughed and scratched the back of his neck, you make him so nervous! You notice how red his cheeks have gotten but just brush it off, he has been working in the yard for over an hour now. “Sweet, why don’t you come inside for a second and cool off? I’ll go get that lemonade.” You smile and head inside, while Leo follows you in like a puppy. All he can do when you hand him a glass of lemonade with that beautiful smile of yours is blush even harder and smile like a fool.

Leo uses his powers often once you guys learn he’s a whitelighter and he’ll use them to his advantage. If/when he enacts his plan (whichever one he goes with) he’ll use them if you try to escape. Say you get so desperate that you attack him and run he’ll quickly regenerate and use his sensing ability to track you down.

If he goes down the avatar path (like he did in the show) then he’ll use those powers to an insane amount. Such as the power negation to cancel out your powers so you can’t use them against him. And he’ll use the reality-warping one to make the perfect place for you together. 

Leo will also use the chronokinesis power when needed. 

Either way, no matter what powers he has he will use them, it's only fair if you try to use them against him

Leo loves you more than anything on earth, and he’ll make sure he gets his girl in the end. Hopefully, your sisters will catch on to his plans before it's too late. 

But just know Leo won’t go down without a fight, and he sure as hell isn’t going to let go of you so easily.