#big mouse reveal

[roykleinberg]

sorry for epic mickey posting on main in 2024 but the remake has me brainrotting so hard again. and I need desperately to unpack the psychology of oswald not only a) recreating mickey's house in wasteland and b) putting it right next to ortensia's house. gus frames it as oswald "hoping you would be forgotten someday" which makes it sound like another act of bitterness on oswald's part, like he believes mickey ending up just like him is inevitable and he's crossing his fingers in anticipation of it. which seems very much in line with his attitude elsewhere in the game, to be fair.

but.......... he recreates a space to feel just like home for mickey. oswald's spent his time in wasteland either carefully constructing a world free of mickey mentions, or living on top of a literal mountain of garbage mickey merch stewing about how much he hates him. but he still makes and maintains a familiar place for mickey to be comfortable, just in case he ends up forgotten too. he also makes him neighbors with ortensia. you could argue that the house would just be a big gotcha when mickey is forgotten, something for oswald to rub in his face in a see, I knew you'd end up here sort of way. but I don't think he'd make that neighbor arrangement out of malice. he wouldn't do that to ortensia, at the very least. she's the most important person in his life -- and part of mickey's family too, by extension. maybe he did actually want mickey to feel like part of the family, like he wasn't totally alone with his sister in law living right next door.

oswald is bitter and jealous and angry -- but he also knows how awful it is to find yourself in wasteland, removed from everything (and potentially everyone) you know and love. for as much as he resents mickey, he doesn't actually want him to suffer. so he's got a house and a family waiting for him.

[gas-stxtion-a]

//why the fuck did my stupid munday post i queued up post early. whadda hell!!

[spurbleu]

neighbor!simon x reader. longer read.

you’re neighbor is a homebody. sort of.

he’s either never home or always home. you aren’t sure what he does, but whatever it is leaves his flat vacant for months at a time, not so much as a mouse breath breaching the thin popcorn walls that separate your rooms.

and when he is in the complex, you’d never know it. a shut in, the only give away is the muffled news channel that burrows through your moldings, or smithed footfall at ungodly hours.

the first time you caught him moving in while off to work. big bloke- and when you waved to him he stared, before lumbering into his complex. given, he was holding a large cardboard box, so you weren’t expecting him to return the greeting. but a hello would’ve been nice.

it was 4 months until you got a good look at him.

you were awake at a time you shouldn’t have been for a reason you had long forgotten. you do remember thinking you might as well do your laundry.

when you went down to the mat, there he was.

tracker fed shoulders taking up half the space, and on an inhale they took two thirds. clothes looked as though they had been dyed in pen ink and left to dry in hail. mud boots, thick legs, and the silhouette of a cauliflower ear against the fabric of his balaclava.

he glared at you like you weren’t supposed to be there. an anomaly, disturbed his routine. steel face, stone eyes, swear you’d seen the same look in your history books on the shields of greek soldiers.

it all scared you shitless, so you turned on your heel and didn’t go back until the morning. you make it a point to hustle past his door after that.

but you tend to take more than you can handle. swaddling your groceries as you wobble up the stairs, just barely there before your foot catches on the last step. produce among some of the other fragile items scattered across the tiles, and you curse under your breath.

you wouldn’t characterize yourself as a klutz, but it scrambling to collect your groceries feet from your door isn’t helping your case. the paper bags struggle against your grip, and it feels like you’re just biding your time until they all rip apart.

“you need help.”

its said more like an observation than it is a question. you turn slowly, and a goliath stands 6 feet and something over you. he sports a medical mask and a ballcap, which reveals new features- sun bleached skin that peels from the bridge of his nose to between his brows, which are thick and blonde. the left is cut in half by scar tissue and spite. if you squint you see freckles.

the night he scared you, you remembered his eyes as pitch. crow feather. under your bed.

you now see they’re the deepest shade of brown.

“i- no its fine i..” your arms do a dance with the bags, trying to keep them steady.

he grabs them both from you, and suddenly they still. its like handing squealing pigs to a farmer. built for holding them. it makes you feel weird that you like it.

“unlock the door.”

you do as you’re told and find your keys in your back pocket. fumble at the lock before opening the door and standing to the side to let him in. he nods.

sets your groceries down before gently tipping the brim of his cap. he doesn’t say anything before leaving.

and this started the strangest routine.

every week you’d get groceries, he’d be there.

the first time he was on the second flight of stairs. when you questioned how he knew you’d been shopping, he rolled his shoulders and scoffed.

“your huffin n puffin gave you away.”

he was there for four more trips. each time, you had gotten more words out of him. found out he had the driest sense of humor and a plethora of knock-knock jokes that you painfully laughed at.

he even kept up with the occasional flirt.

“yknow, you could start charging for your manual labor.”

“you rich?” he returned.

you laughed. “far from it. but this is a service, and you haven’t started making demands so…”

he stopped and stared at your back before you turned around. “so what?”

“i have to assume you just like me.”

he rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his cheek twitched under his eyes. although it was hidden by the mask, you had made him smile.

“don’t get your hopes up.”

all of it was enough for you to get comfortable. and then he wasn’t there.

the absence was strange enough to make your pace stutter when you reached the second floor, but you recovered and trekked to your room.

not without glancing at his door, though.

he must be back at work. surely he isn’t…well. he couldn’t have moved out without telling you. you aren’t close but maybe you are?

you thought so hard about it for so long that you placed your ear to the wall separating your flats.

after a few moments, you heard nothing. not even a mouse breath.

you felt foolish for being so relieved. and you kept feeling foolish for hoping he’d be there with every errand, and disappointed when he wasn’t.

it was 4 more groceries trips before you saw him again.

waiting at the entrance of the complex, crossed arms and black attire stood out like a sore thumb in the winter blight that bit at your nose with snow and temperatures below freezing. you picked up the pace.

when you got to the cement steps, you sorely regretted your decision to jog. not because it winded you, or it amplified the struggle you had with your bags, but because of the smug smile you could see crinkling the bastards cheeks under his mask.

“you missed me.”

you handed him a bag. “i missed your arms. carry that.”

you could hear the grin from behind you.

“whatever you say, sweet’eart.”

[potatobugxo]

Hello <3 I see your requests for Poppy Playtime are open. May I request Yarnaby being somehow turned into a possible reluctant ally by The Player? ( Personally, It sounds better to describe it in that way rather than Yarnaby being tamed. ) I haven't gone through all of Chapter 4 but this lil(?) guy captured my heart since his teaser!! I'd imagined The Player would have to be very strategic and crossed their fingers for dear luck in their pursuit of convincing Yarnaby enough to not hunt them.

Thank you! 🎀

sure thing!

warnings: brief mentions of abuse

pairing: platonic!ally!yarnaby x player!reader

-when you traverse through the prison portion of the factory and encounter yarnaby, the rainbow-maned lion proceeds to hunt you down under the doctor's orders

-you avoid him at all costs at first, the thought of being torn to shreds by the lion-like toy scared you to no end

-until you had a thought, a rather risky one. maybe you could get yarnaby on your side

-yarnaby has been psychologically tortured to follow the doctor's orders, to hunt and to kill, so breaking down the feral barrier of the toy may prove difficult, but did you have any other choice?

-you couldn't kill him, you felt too bad for him to do that. if there was a soul trapped behind those large black eyes, then you had to reach it, for both your sake and for his

-so when he is hunting you through the lower depths of the playtime prison, you grow tired of playing cat and mouse and decide to take your chances with the beastly toy

-you boldly jump in front of yarnaby, splaying your arms out as if trying to make yourself look bigger than him. he lets out a startled growl, his face opening to reveal his multiple sets of teeth

-"whoa, whoa, there! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. But *he* will."

-yarnaby swipes at you with his claws and you jump away with a yelp

-"just hold on! we can help each other out! I know there's someone in there, you're not just a monster like the doctor says you are. We can get out of this place together, what do you say?"

-the small bit of consciousness yarnaby has left settles him down, tilting his head as if heeding your words.

-he sits like a little cat as you reach your hand out toward him. you're still partially terrified, but he was just a big toy animal after all, and maybe he could be swayed over with a pat like any other dog or cat (maybe)

-to your surprise, yarnaby lets you pet him, and you stroke your palm over his rainbow mane of yarn

-"there we go. see? we can be friends! you won't have to be trapped down here anymore. I'll help you find a way out."

-yarnaby lets out a noise, and then lowers his head to your level. maybe whoever was in there was listening after all.

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Video Clips of Sweethearts Pregnancy - Second Trimester

First Trimester Video Clips

♡ ‘big momma don’t play’ - video length: 9 seconds

Chris’ face fills the frame, he had goofy smile plaster on his face as he pops another french fry in his mouth. He double taps his phone screen, turning the camera around to reveal a very pregnant Sweetheart biting down on a cheeseburger. His soft chuckle can be heard behind the camera as Sweetheart looks up, crunching her eyebrows as she makes eye contact with the bright flash right before the clip ends. He sends it to his snap group, captioning it; ‘big momma don’t play’

♡ ‘so fucking cool’ - video length: 27 seconds

Sweethearts baby bump takes over the screen, Chris’ large hand placed gently over the top of her stomach. He presses down on her belly, “c’mon,” his raspy voice echos out of frame, “don’t be camera shy kid,” he coos, his chest vibrating against Sweethearts thigh as he speaks. She lets out a soft giggle, her belly jump with each breath she lets out. Chris sucks his teeth, “he’s not gonna do it — little asshole.” His comment earns another giggle from Sweetheart before baby Bean presses his foot against the barrier of her stomach in one swift movement. Sweetheart gasps, Chris’ eyes widening, his hands trembling as a bright smile makes its way onto his lips. He focuses in on her belly, capturing another sharp kick from their unborn baby. It was a cute video to send to his friends and family. It was one of the few times the two had felt their baby kick.

♡ 'yes daddy' - video length: 15 seconds

Steady clicks of Chris computer mouse fill the, otherwise, silent bedroom, Sweetheart cuddles up with her body pillow on his bed, her phone pointed towards him as she holds down the record button. Chris looks over his shoulder for split second, speaking on cue, "y'wanna go get my mini pizzas from the microwave, baby? I made some extra for you," Sweetheart knew he wouldn't be able to pull himself away from his Fortnite session if he tried, especially considering the fact that the microwave alarm sounded minutes ago. Her pregnancy hormones were like a rollercoaster, already planted the idea in her head before she started recording, "yes daddy," she coos sweetly. The clip shows Chris' head snapping so fast it looks like it could twist around and roll right off his shoulders. Sweetheart lets out a giggle before ending the video and exiting the room to retrieve the mini pizzas.

♡ 'Its a boy!! 💙💙👶🏻' - video length: 42 seconds

Nick points his phone towards Chris and Sweetheart, focusing the camera on the expecting couple who stood at the end of the long dining table Family and friends filling each seat around the table, giving the pair their full attention. Sweetheart has her bottom lip pinned between her teeth, chewing on it nervously as Chris wraps an arm around her waist, lowering her head to whisper something in her ear. A small, toothless smile pulls at Sweethearts lips as Chris smiles at her, pressing a light kiss to her temple. Matt can be seen at the edge of the frame, "they're so cute, it makes me wanna puke. Nick nudges him with his elbow, making the camera fall out of focus and zoom in on Jimmy's face, "I'm recording, y'idiot." Nick quickly pans the camera back to Sweetheart and Chris, letting out a snort in the process at his fuck up, don't worry — I'll edit that out." Thankful he got it together before the group starts counting down in unison, "three ... two ... one!!"

Their heads turned away and their eyes clamped shut as they press their wine glasses down into the neatly decorated cake that Mary Lou ordered specifically for the gender reveal. They crowd cheers as Chris and Sweetheart turn to look at the cake, lifting their wine glasses at the same time to reveal a white and blue striped pattern. Sweetheart slaps a hand over her mouth, taking a step back in shock as the room combusts into a symphony of cheers. The clip catches Chris dropping his wine glass, thrusting a fist into the air, and shouting, "I fucking knew it! I'm having a son!" He wraps an around Sweetheart once again, pulling her in for a bear hug, rocking their bodies from side to side before Nick ends the video.

♡ 'half way done🥹🤰🏻' - video length: 18 seconds

Sweetheart stand in front of the bathroom mirror, phone in hand as she shows off the front view of her growing bump. Chris towering over her from behind, his hands resting on her waist and his chin resting on top her head. He loved the glow that pregnancy induced on her, it was like she swam in the fountain of youth the way she woke up glowing every morning. Chris smooths a hand over her bump and Sweetheart turns to flaunt her bumps side profile, a bright smile etched across Chris' face as he admires her in the mirror.

♡ 'she thinks I'm funny 🥰' - Video Length: 6 seconds

The clips starts out black, Sweetheart voice sounding through the screen, "s'not funny — Chris stop!" You can hear her trying to contain her laughs as Chris pulls the camera back, zooming in on the grey leggings she wore, a dark wet stop stained between her legs and down the inside of her thighs. Chris wheezes from behind the camera, completely hysterical over Sweetheart peeing her pants right in front of him. In her defense, her son had been pushing her bladder a lot more the past week, and Chris couldn't set up a baby car seat if his life depended on it.

♡ ‘I feel so bad’ - video length: 8 seconds

Sweetheart sits on the floor of the kitchen; tears stain her cheeks as she sobs over the last bowl of Mary Lou's chili she so clumsily spilled. Her belly bump getting in the way, making her stumble and lose her balance, ending with her collapsing on the floor in tears over the last bowl of sacred beans. Chris clears his throat, "its okay, babe. We can get some more," he attempts to soothe her, lowkey trying to hold back the laughter in his voice because he knew it'd send her into a rage. They both knew it was silly for her to be bawling her eyes out over a lost bowl of soup, but her pregnancy hormones had her in a chokehold lately. Sweetheart looks up at him, her eyes puffy from crying, "it's not the same, Chris!" she whines before dropping her hands to her lap, letting out sobs as she looks back down at the mess in front of her

♡ 'pregnancy comes with perks 😋' - Video Length: 4 Seconds

Sweetheart is reclined back in the corner of the sectional, a box of Mcdonald's chicken nuggets in her lap. Her feet rest on Chris' thighs, his hands gently massaging circles into the bottoms of her swollen pads. She dips a nugget in the opened sweet n sour cup that sits in the cardboard box before zooming in on her babydaddy, Chris looks over to her and giving her a cheesy koolaid smile as she ends the clip.

♡ 'and you guys wonder why she's pregnant' - Video Length: 17 Seconds

Matt sits at the kitchen island, a bag of Doritos and a pink lemonade placed halfway out of frame as he points the camera to the living room; showing Sweetheart sitting on Chris' lap as they share a intimate, steamy kiss. His hand pressed to the back of her neck to keep her close while her hands ball fists into his shirt. Matt double taps the camera, revealing his signature mean mug before ending the clip and sending it to his close circle - including the Chris and Sweetheart.

♡ 'nesting or whatever the pregnant ladies call it 💪🏻' - Video Length: 12 Seconds

Chris pans the camera to Sweetheart; laundry baskets boxing her in as she folds each piece of baby clothing. A gasp leaves her lips, "awee, Chris!" she coos, holding up a small onesie, "look at his one!" She lips curling into a sympathetic frown at how adorable the newborn sized onesie was.

♡‧₊˚ Cheys Note - Happy Friday 🥳 We ready for today's video?!! Sorry I've been a bit inactive this last week. I'm currently dealing with the flu and my period at the same time, so I feel like death tbh. I figured I'd do video clips again since the last one did so good <3 Emotional support should be out soon, sorry for the delay 😭

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[gremlingottoosilly]

König x Bartender!Reader who works at a strip club. He’s tipping reader the big bucks and she’s convinced he’s just trying to get her in one of the private rooms, but that’s definitely not her job.

This guy is definitely trying to get into your pants. Unfortunately for him, your belts are rather secure. He is not slick about his intentions - always looking at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world, even though you barely dress up for work and your makeup doesn't look all that good in the dim light of the bar. You weren't hired to be an eye candy - although you have to wear more revealing things than what you probably would have liked, you're still as quiet as a mouse, never getting attention away from the girls. They are the true stars of the show - hot, perfect, so pretty you can cut yourself on the sharpness of their eyeliner. You're just...here, kinda. Not ugly enough to make people wince at the sight of you, but also definitely not hot enough to steal the show. Konig doesn't get the memo, though. Oh no, he is way too fucking invested in liking the way your cleavage shows up every time he asks you to reach for whatever bottle is the lowest on the little shelf under the bar table. You tried to change the bottle placement, but it seems like this man doesn't really care as long as it would make you move in a way that makes you really uncomfortable. You hate to admit it, but you almost...almost like the way he looks at you, though. It's nice to have eyes on you for once. It's nice, really. Until it suddenly isn't. Konig is very persistent, you see - he sees what he wants, and he doesn't really care if you have different opinions and desires for your next big break. He looks at the way you look and wants to have you with him, even though there are plenty of beautiful women who want to get with him. Konig doesn't care, only having eyes on you...at least he tips well - at least he is generous enough with money, so you can pretend you really want it. It's only when he forces you to press your back against the wall of the bar and gets his hands fully into your cleavage that you understand that the light flirting you used on him to get more tips was completely overkill. It's only when you saw for real just how desperate he was to get to you, you knew how fucked you were. Oh, but at least he won't allow you to work here anymore. At least he has enough money to make sure you would be only making drinks for him from now on. Aren't you excited?

[these-posts-arent-real]

Oh StarClan... your dash has turned into warrior cats again.

#sorry <3 #this one has parts that are based off of that #one post rhats like "if there were cat-people #do you think calico tboys would try to dye over their patches"

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Me & Night (my mate)!!!

🏞 trouttail-prefers-bass Follow

:O Kip's mate has finally been revealed!!! And his name is Night? Cooool.

🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Yeah haha. Technically his full name is Night Hunter, Bringer of Darkness, but it feels so weirdly formal calling him that, so I usually stick to just Night.

#life #kittypet #collar tw #cw collars #id in alt text

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🛤 carnation-stem-02 Follow

I find it really funny when I see cats on here vaguepost about big blogs. Like cmon mouse-brain everyone here knows who you're talking about. Just say their name.

#this is about that one mommy blogger shitting on kipper the kittypet #btw #in case some of you couldnt tell #would be funny if it wasnt so stupid

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🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Hahaaaaa.... my mother found out ive been slowly dyeing my ginger patches black...

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

Why would you do that??? Being a tortie is so cool, I wish I had ginger patches! They're so pretty, why do you want to get rid of them???

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Uhm. Gender dysphoria??

Like. I know cis male tortoiseshells exist but they're so rare that most cats take one look at me and go "oh, tortie, must be a girl" and that hurts.

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

OH STARCLAN im so sorry Rot i wasnt even thinking about you being trans, I probably sounded really insensitive... I do understand what you're saying now.

Didn't even ask, how did your mom take it? Does she know why?

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

You're fine <3 I get it. And no, she uh.. has no clue why I did it, she thinks I'm in my "emo phase" or something.

🐍 xviper-the-fagx

Uhh unrelated but what do you use to dye your fur?? Asking for... science...

#"science" meaning i am also a tortie tboy #well technically i'm calico but ykwim

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I can't be the only one here who thinks it's unfair to allow kittypets on this site. Posting pictures of themselves and their mates inside of the twolegplace, influencing the young kits on this site to abandon their Clans... surely everyone else sees the problem with this as well.

This is Clanblr, not "Kittypetblr". This was specifically made as a space for Clan cats to connect, not for kittypets to push their lifestyle on us.

They're going to convince our kits to abandon their home and their belief in StarClan just for a more secure life.

#EXACTLY #I only recently found out ex-tc Kipper was a kittypet #it was so upsetting to me because i've always loved his wood-scratch art #to find out he's a clan-abandoner was so saddening

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🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

The recent drama surrounding Kipper the Kittypet is sad and I hate that he's being bashed just for existing, but it's also incredibly stupid. I believe the cat who wrote the original post said something like, "it's CLANblr, not KITTYPETblr," and then something about belief in StarClan and I just... do you even realize how many Clanblr mods are non-Clan and/or don't believe in StarClan?

To name a few, @s-t-a-r-burning is former WindClan now rogue & openly an atheist, @theshadowhaseyes has been a kittypet his whole life, and @ssuunnrraayy-p has made zir entire blog about how ze travels from one Clan to another & doesnt consider zimself a Clan cat. Those are all mods. "It's clanblr no-" shut up. Just shut up.

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🧷 name-lists-by-theme

Theme: Water

as always, these work as either part of your name, but they are intended as the first part!

-Abyss

-Bay

-Bog

-Cove

-Creek

-Current

-Dew

-Fog

-Lagoon

-Lake

-Marsh

-Mist

-Pond

-Pool

-Puddle

-Rain

-Shallow

-Sleet

-Spray

-Splash

-Storm

-Stream

-Torrent

Keep reading

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I think a lot of cats put way too much emphasis on the parts of the warrior code that dont matter, and forget the parts that do, like "feed elders and kits first" and "never neglect a kit in pain or danger"... I feel like those are significantly more important than "a warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet," but maybe that's just me.

#berry yaps #I'm irritated by the kittypet drama going on on this site

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I feel like we don't talk enough about how SkyClan got chased out of their own territory during a time of crisis rather than all of the Clans trying to make room for everyone...

I mean, seriously. I know it's taught to all SkyClan apprentices, but I've talked to some of my friends from other Clans and they just. Didn't know that. They were never taught that the other Clans allowed SkyClan to be chased out due to territory loss.

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:/ im pretty sure the whole thing about skclan being kicked out of their territory is just a conspiracy theory

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Imagine trying to tell a cat that they don't know their own Clan's history 💀

#ohh i finally found it again #that 1 fucker trying to say that skyclan's history is a "conspiracy theory"

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:/ I do not like being stuck on the wrong site.

[alienpossession]

This is the original post by @mindmelter

I think the tatted hunk knew how much I went nuts for him because he literally brought a friend along just a couple hours after the alien slithered into him with my help. This friend is similarly built with the tatted hunk (dare I say bigger) and he seemed to be more of a rugged, non-Caucasian version

This friend's takeover only happened hours after they walked out from the elevator and do God knows what in the tatted hunk's room. This time, the friend entered the elevator all alone as the time shown that it's almost sunrise. Judging from his look, he seemed to be heading to the gym and clearly they fucked the night before. I press the button to release yet another alien, and he seems to be too deep in his own thinking until it's too late as the alien already shot itself to his ear when he realized from his peripheral vision that something is lurking near him. He thrashed around wildly, a common occurence I already used to see for the past few months which indicate that the alien is on the process of covering the entirety of the human brain with its slimy self, and I obviously fished out my cock from my uniform while enjoying the sight.

After all the usual moves of physique check coupled with a quick self-worship, the alien then surprised me with his request

"Open up the access to your office, human. I want to meet you directly,"

"Okay, why?"

"We didn't employ you to ask question, human. Just do it,"

I have zero idea what is up with this particular one, but if it's like the encounter that happened during the early weeks I started this whole arrangement with them, well I expect him to fuck the shit out of my mouth, which I don't really mind if I have to be honest, but judging from the time, this is quite a risky move as the next shift is about to start in 40 minutes.

But I eventually let him walk into the control room since I'm not going to mess around with a slimy extraterrestrial being that can make my brain obsolete and practically turned me into a meat puppet. Once inside, he told me to open up the folder filled with all the video I have of all the takeover. I gulped before asking him

"Why?"

"How many times do I need to remind you that we don't employ you to ask questions, human. Just open the folder," As I double-click the folder and revealed the 68 videos of the takeover, he grinned at me

"Let's make video 69, shall we?" He double-clicked the video titled "The Three Musk-eeters" which I vividly remembered to showcase three gym junkie that just finished their late preparation for some sort of worldwide bodybuilding competition taken over by one slime that managed to split itself into 3 and made the three into a closely-coordinated unit that operates in group.

The video played while the tatted hunk draped his muscular arm over my shoulder and rested his chin on top of my head while his hand fondled my cock. "Sir, why are we doing this now? This is almost the end of my shift, what if the next shift walks in to us doing all this?"

"Well, you can always use a helping hand, don't you think? Oh fuck, look at them going at the blond's dick, how long you held that elevator LOL?"

"T---ten minaaaggghh---minutes,"

"Seems like you won't last that long if I keep this up, next video!" He stopped jacking off my cock, but not before he tugged at it very quickly I started to leak pre. Then, with that slick sweaty and slightly coated hands of his, he handily used the mouse to click on another video randomly. It opens the one titled "Gun-totting Russian" as he then moved away from his previous position and instead kneeling to then expertly swallowed the entirety of my 5.5 incher hardening cock.

All the crazy head action happened while my eyes fixated on the screen that shows how the big Russian dude, Maksim, managed to grab the slime and tossed it right before it shot itself to his ear canal. Then, he swiftly shot at the slime and split it into two, thinking that he just killed some sort of weird abomination or something. He then squatted, his big mistake, to check on what kind of shit that just attacked him but before he could thoroughly check it, the two slimes leapt from the floor right to his mouth and ear. He screamed to no avail as he flailed on the floor, all 240 pounds of his muscle jerked uncontrollably as the alien started its violent takeover of his massive body. The video successfully pushed my cock to reach its full mast at almost 6 inches and I can feel that I'm so close to shoot my load before the tatted dude stop the head action

"Ohhh.......judging from the file name and the sound made, it must be Maksim Alimov," he said to me while still placing himself in between my legs with his mouth hovering right in front of my cock and his nose exhaling warm air right to my tip, "Big catch, don't you think? Probably the most notorious one among the other 68. Must be crazy hot to think that such a ruthless mob boss on the run like Alimov there is merely a dumb muscle puppet *slow lick around my tip* controlled by my kind, all thanks to a lowly security *gentle flick of his tongue right on my piss slit* like you," he finished his sentence right when I eventually shoot the warm geyser all over his face.

He chuckled at the sudden eruption and in a shocking display of his puppet's physical advantage, his long tongue cleanly lapped the surrounding of his lips, chin and even the tip of his pointy nose. He then grabbed my day-old underwear and use it as if it's some kind of cloth to clean the rest of his face before tossing it back to me

"Well, that's video 69 for ya. No takeover but I bet it will be your favorite from now on because why on Earth a straight, macho tatted hunk like me willingly kneel and then eat your cum unless I'm just a brainless human with no free will whatsoever, right?"

I nodded in embarassment as his statement managed to make my softening cock hardened once more

"Fuck, you're one horny guy. Hmm too bad it's 5:47 now, clean yourself up quickly before your shift replacement comes. I'll see you later and keep up the good work, security man," he said as he quickly dashed out to the parking lot, probably roleplaying as the tatted hunk driving his sports car to do his morning gym routine.

As I finished dressing up, saving the recording of this very room from the time he came until he left just now and replaced it with fake recording of me just sat in silence, the time on the screen shows 5:52, and a fit-looking daddy just entered the elevator to come down for his breakfast.

Noting the usual time needed for takeover and how my friend Juan usually came a bit late around 6:03 to 6:05, I pressed the button to recruit this daddy to the collective. I'm this close to press the button once the daddy walked out from the elevator to have his breakfast in the hotel restaurant and a shirtless buzz blond stud walked into the elevator. But, it's 5:58 and I'm not about to risk Juan to witness what I'm up to, so I just sighed and prepare myself to leave for the day. Next time you'll not be so lucky, stud.

[smuttysabina]

Hoe Hoe Hoes

(Aria & Celine & Tina x Santa Claus, 1.9K words) Tags: Yeah its Santa smut, what are you going to do about it; That's right, these three get their backs blown out by Ol' Saint Nicks' dick; Mostly normal sex; Enormous amounts of cum, A Christmas Miracle occurs, The trio save Christmas!

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; except of course, for the gooners, cocks a-grip, pumping their meat for their favorite ship. But all was not well this Christmas Eve, for many their balls were as blue as the snow, furiously masturbating for their teasing, favorite hoes. A trio of streamers, fair Aria, Celine, and Tina, prancing around their kitchen, filling their fans with Yuletide cheer, yet never enough to bring their orgasms near. What a tragedy it would be then, for such a frosty mass to remain un-spilt, surely these slutty ladies should be wracked by guilt? But the Big Man was watching, his eyes a-smolder, for this was an issue he could not let molder; It was time to get down to business, on this very White Christmas...

The trio of girls are laughing tiredly when they turn off their stream, after an exhausting night cooking and playing with one another, they were ready to let off some steam! Aria was fanning her exposed cleavage, her face flushed from alcohol, her juicy thighs warm in the humid air of the room as she prances around in her mini-dress. Celine meanwhile was almost completely covered up in her onesie, though her own sizable bust was also on full display, even a shy girl likes to show off some times! And while her chest might have been tiny compared to the other two, Tina's outfit was as slutty as Aria's, highlighting her petite body's modest assets. Giggling and clutching at one another, they stagger happily into the living room to enjoy their festive decorations and relax by the fireplace. But something magical was in the air that night, for just as soon as they snuggled up, they heard something banging down their chimney. Which was somewhat problematic considering their fireplace was electric, and there was in fact, no chimney at all; and yet nonetheless out from the fireplace emerged the Big Man himself. The girls gasp in shock as the familiar red shape appears, Santa was here to deliver their presents! 'Santa!" the three squeak with delight, to which Santa gravely responds, "Hoe, hoe, hoe," he points at them, "You've been very naughty this year young ladies!"

The streamers gawp in horror, how could this be, they had been so kind and giving to their communities this year! Why, in their last stream they had done so much fanservice, surely their beloved viewers were satisfied by all of that memorable content? But Ol' Saint Nick (Lion of the Church, Defender of the Orthodoxy, Vanquisher of the Arian Heresy, Champion of Nicaea) was having none of their excuses, they had been spreading a noticeably un-holiday cheer this season, what good was a gorgeously wrapped present if there was nothing inside? Therefore, they were all on the naughty list! The trio wail in despair at this proclamation, surely there was something they could do to set things right? There was still time for them to save Christmas! The Jolly Man nods approvingly at their enthusiasm, that's just why he was here, to help them spread the true joy and love of Christmas! And so with a merry laugh, he pulls down his pants to reveal ten throbbing inches of holiday cheer. "Wow!" gasps Celine "Oh my god, Santa!" squeals Tina 'Why the fuck is Santa hung like reindeer?" groans Aria

The girls gather around Santa's Christmas Tree, nervous at the sheer size of it, but determined to get back on the good list no matter what; they owed it to their fans to end the year on a good note! Aria and Celine hesitantly unlimber their hefty breasts, kneeling around The Big Man, they glance at one another before squishing their tits around his shaft. Tina meanwhile puts the star on the tree, licking Santa's tip before straining her mouth to fit it inside, she sucks dutifully upon it with her arms around the other's waists. The busty pair rub their boobs up and down his shaft, falling into a synchronized rhythm, their faces flushing as their dual-tittyfuck starts to excite them as well. Aroused by their unusual situation, the girls are filled by the Holy Spirit, their pussies dripping as they throw away their inhibitions and get down to the serious business of naughtily decorating Santa's Christmas Tree with their sweaty pillows. Their tongues lolling excitedly, they croon and beg for it, while Tina moans encouragingly with her tongue hard at work slathering his cockhead with merriment. With a mighty groan Ol' Saint Nick gifts the girls some presents from his capacious sack, his load erupting into Tina's pretty mouth before it overflows and spews out over the other girl's chests and faces. Tina swallows frantically before gasping in disbelief, "It tastes like eggnog?"

But their penance is far from over, and the streamers lustfully bend over for Santa, stripping out of their festive outfits to show off their bodies more easily for him. Side-by-side with their butts pressed together, the girls eagerly look back as they await their infusions of holiday cheer; their cunts drooling down their thighs in anticipation. Father Christmas has a twinkle in his eye as he grasps Tina's tiny waist to hold her steady, his enormous sleigh pushing into her petite pussy; dashing deep into her snow. There must have been something magical in the air that night, because Tina's usually cramped cunt took every inch of Ol' Saint Nick's dick, her taut belly bulging with the evidence of a Christmas miracle! Her legs quiver as Santa plows her, stretching out her insides and filling her tummy with a warm love and goodwill. Tina is shuddering when Santa pulls out, and now it is Celine's turn to experience the joy of the Christmas Season. She groans as her stomach swells, her weighty breasts clapping together as they sway ponderously from his slow and steady thrusts; by the time Santa is finished with her, his north pole is slick with her frosting. Then it is on to Aria, who moans loudly as her stocking gets stuffed, her saggy tits flopping wildly around her chest as her guts get rearranged by the Big Man himself.

That Jolly Old Soul then spends some time switching between the streamers, sampling their holes and bringing them to the brink of ecstatic jubilation before moving on. After several rounds of this, it is Aria who breaks first. She begs for, her tongue sticking out and her eyes rolling, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she slams herself back against Santa, screeching for release. But Ol' Saint Nick is unfazed, his candy cane unyielding as her pussy spasms all around it, painting his sack with her own icing; only when she has finished does he. Aria wails with delight as her womb is flooded with sticky holiday cheer, collapsing onto the floor so that she is only being held up by the cock inside of her; she was now most definitely not on the naughty list anymore!

As Aria slides bonelessly off of the North Pole, Tina is right there to replace her, eagerly stepping forward with her arms behind her back, the very paragon of demureness. But Ol' Saint Nick is not fooled by her false innocence, and in a flash she is hoisted into the air, and then impaled upon his chimney. Tina carols loudly as her tiny pussy is once more stretched beyond normal capacity, every festive inch slipping inside of her until her lower lips are smearing Aria's leavings off of his fireplace. She clutches at his chest as she is lifted up and down his shaft, unable to do anything other than paint the floor with her love for Father Christmas. His mighty hands grip her petite butt tightly, and suddenly Tina's mind goes blank as the Spirit of Christmas fills her, his eggnog pouring within her until she feels as if she were about to burst. But when the slut was left sprawling on the floor, not a drop leaked out, a Yuletide surprise that left her tummy swollen with good tidings.

Celine was the last, and like a charitable girl she waited with her legs wide open, ready to give Father Christmas what she had denied to her fans for so long. She groans as her fertile body is squished beneath his awesome weight, but she merrily wraps her legs around him nonetheless as he enters her; she doesn't mind this sort of thing at all. Celine trembles as Santa Claus goes to town on her defenseless pussy, his balls jingling as the slap against her palpitating asshole, and soon a slick signal of her submission spreads down her crack. Her toes twitch in the air with every thrust, her sweet voice lilting high as she affirms her love of Christmas in the most jolly way possible. Only after Ol' Saint Nick has plowed some courage into Celine does he give her the most precious gift of all, and joy surges through her along with his seed.

Aria and Tina cease their furious masturbating and scurry over to join Celine, helping her up onto her knees as they eagerly wait for what they know must come next. They squish their faces together, all of them kneading their breasts like dough as they open their mouths wide as if singing. Santa waxes his pole right in front of them, knees bent as he readies to give the girls one last present before he must fly away. The trio pant for it, begging, assuring him that they are good girls now, sloppily making out as they grope one another; they wanted to try some more eggnog! Ol' Saint Nick lets out one last mighty groan, as he plasters the girls with icing, blowing snow all over their faces and down their chest, coating their hair with a thick layer of frost. The streamers sputter and gasp, swallowing the ropes that land in their mouths, licking it off one another in a frenzy of lust. By the time they were finished, the Big Man had vanished, but he had left one last surprise for them. A pile of presents, filled to the brim with phallic objects of all sorts, dongs the churned and whirred and vibrated, enough to put on a degenerate nativity play. The girls gasp as they look at the clock, there was still time for them to save Christmas! Gleefully, Aria, Celine, and Tina scoop up armfuls of toys and lubricant and dash back into the kitchen hammering the camera on and sending out blast-emails and posts to all and sundry to cum join them for fresh Christmas festivities!

The stream that would last for thirty-seven cum-soaked minutes before being shut down when a mod finally finished draining his balls and realized he should maybe put a stop to things. It would set a record for late-night viewer counts that would only be surpassed years later. But perhaps most importantly, Christmas had indeed been saved, and several gallons of pent-up semen had been emptied. And for forever after, the three hoes would be sure to remain on the naughty list...

[ckret2]

A leaked list of some of the exciting upcoming content from The Book of Bill:

The pyramids of Giza ranked from most to least sexy.

Winning lottery numbers. He does not say which game they're for.

Three pages of Bill practicing blackletter calligraphy so that he can write the fancy-looking "The Book of Bill" on the cover. (Meant to tear those pages out before submitting book to publisher.)

A section where he implies that all your headcanons about him are stupid. Yes, your headcanons specifically. If you compare your copy of the book to a friend's, these sections will have different text. He insults all headcanons equally, even the ones that contradict each other.

A long, rambling story about a funny thing that he saw at a party in the Nightmare Realm, but he keeps getting distracted gossiping about the embarrassing love affairs and crimes against reality the partygoers have committed. Not a single one of these characters has ever been mentioned before or ever will be again. He gets so distracted he never finishes the original funny story. He was clearly drunk when he wrote this section.

A pet care sheet on how to keep a pet axolotl. All of the information is extremely wrong.

Some of the other dimensions he's tried and failed to conquer. He keeps insisting that all the failures were somebody else's fault. It's extremely obvious that they're his fault.

A photograph of a vivisected elephant, for some reason.

A phone number written on a cocktail napkin that Bill insists would be really funny for all the readers to prank call. It leads to the desk phone of the director of the CIA. 

Bill claims he definitely totally knew that Stan was disguised as Ford the whole time, he only played along to trick the Pines back, and then he quickly changes the topic.

A page of Bill's original poetry. It's all unintelligible symbols. It will take 27 years for somebody to crack the code. They're all gory but juvenile limericks.

A cocktail recipe. It will kill you.

Bill's original version of the portal blueprints that he copied to give Ford, with Bill's handwritten annotations. One part of the blueprints is labeled "component that will accidentally destroy the universe. REMEMBER NOT TO INCLUDE THIS COMPONENT IN SIXER'S COPY!!" He underlined this twice. If this page is compared to the portal blueprints in Journal 3, it's clear that Bill included that component in Ford's copy.

A personality quiz to help you meet your ideal sleep paralysis demon.

Bill's baby pictures. He looks exactly the same, except his bow tie and top hat are too big.

Bill reveals that he thought the llama symbol on the zodiac wheel referred to that farmer guy on the edge of town, and he was super confused to see Pacifica there.

Multiple pages scattered through the book about Bill's amazing powers, his brilliant and fun plans for our dimension, and all the cool favors he's willing and able to do for his friends and followers. All these pages end with a passive-aggressive aside about how somebody would have to be REALLY stupid to turn down an invitation to join Bill's crew, Stanford Pines—

A page labeled "My loyal servants and slaves!" filled with several hideous, oozing, nightmare-inducing Lovecraftian monsters, and one Mickey Mouse.

A self-portrait depicting Bill riding a rocket ship playing an electric guitar while rainbow lightning flashes all around him and money rains down from the sky.

A cynical, sneering tirade about how love is evolution's idiotic way of tricking primitive species into reproducing and how only simple-minded mortals who can't separate their true thoughts from their hormones fall for it. In the margins he's drawn a heart around the words "Bill Cipher +" a scribbled-out blot. The blot is completely unreadable. Despite this, the fandom will spend years debating the name underneath based on the size of the blot.

Extremely stupid "explanations" about various unsolved mysteries and crimes. In six years the world will discover one of them is accidentally correct and Alex Hirsch will get investigated by the FBI.

The book will be divided into four sections. Each section will begin with a big illuminated letter. In order, the four illuminated letters spell "F" "U" "C" "K".

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Series summary: When Noah was left alone to take care of his daughter about two years ago, he never thought he would find someone else he would trust enough to include in his little family. But things can change.

Tw: smut 18+, implied unprotected sex (?), fluff

Series masterlist

The door creaked open, and before you had time to take a breath, Luna’s delighted shriek filled the room. She darted across the floor, her tiny feet pattering like rain, arms outstretched.

"You're back!" she cried, leaping into your arms when you kneeled to her level.

The impact of her hug knocked a small laugh out of you. She clung to you tightly, her warm little arms squeezing with all her strength, and she obviously didn't care about the fact that you were soaked from head to toe.

For a moment, you could hardly breathe. The emotion swelled in your chest, sharp and sudden, and tears threatened to rise behind your eyes. It had been just over two weeks, but seeing her again made it feel as if a part of you had been missing that whole time.

She pulled back slightly, her face glowing with excitement.

"Did you have fun on your vacation?" she asked eagerly.

You opened your mouth, then hesitated.

Vacation?

"Yeah" you said softly. "I had a lot of fun in..."

You glanced toward Noah. He stood a few feet away, his hands in the pockets of his completely drenched hoodie, watching with a sweet, quiet expression. At your words, he gave you a small, knowing smile and quickly added, "In the mountains."

You caught his eye, your smile twitching wider as you nodded.

"Yes! In the mountains, of course!" you agreed. "In the mountains. I had fun, of course I had fun."

Noah chuckled as he brushed a strand of wet hair out of his eyes, continuing to enjoy the scene with a fond smile on his lips.

Luna’s eyes widened.

"Did you see any bears? Was there lots of snow?"

Her excitement was so pure, so infectious, that you couldn’t help but laugh.

"Oh, there were so many bears," you whispered conspiratorially, your voice full of wonder. "And the snow? It was up to my knees! I had to dig through it just to find my way back!"

Luna gasped, her mouth forming a perfect little "o."

"Wow!"

Luna’s eyes sparkled as she tugged on your sleeve, leaning in closer. "Were the bears scary? Did they chase you?"

You gasped dramatically, glancing around as if making sure no bears had followed you. "Oh, so scary," you whispered, eyes wide. "There was one big bear with fur as dark as night and paws the size of dinner plates. It almost saw me!"

Luna’s breath hitched, her little fingers gripping yours tightly. "What did you do?"

You bit your lip, as if considering how to reveal the tale. "Well… I hid behind a tree and stayed as quiet as a mouse. But the snow made my boots crunch, and the bear heard me!" You widened your eyes again, lifting your hands like claws. "It sniffed the air and started coming closer and closer!"

Luna squeaked and buried her face in her hands before peeking out with one eye. "Did it eat you?"

You heard Noah's laughter coming from somewhere near you, it was warm, sweet and genuinely amused. You loved it so fucking much.

"No," you said triumphantly, puffing out your chest. "I remembered the magic trick your dad told me."

She gasped, looking to her father with wonder. "A magic trick?"

Noah, still leaning against the wall with a bemused smile, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah. The magic trick." He folded his arms and nodded solemnly.

You nodded along, completely serious. "If you hold out your hand, just like this"—you held your palm flat—"and whisper, 'I am one with the snow'... the bear thinks you’re a snowdrift and walks away!"

Luna’s mouth dropped open. "Really?"

"Really," you assured her with a playful wink. "But you have to be very brave and very still. I was so cold, but I didn’t move a single muscle. Not even when the bear sniffed my hair!"

She giggled, her hands pressed to her cheeks. "You’re so brave!"

You gave a modest shrug. "It was either that or become bear lunch. But guess what happened next?"

Her eyes sparkled. "What?"

"There was a family of deer," you whispered. "A mama deer and her baby fawn. They saw me hiding and… they showed me the way out of the snow!"

"No way!"

"Yes way. They knew a secret path that went through a hidden tunnel under a great, big tree. I had to crawl on my hands and knees, but on the other side… there was a field full of wildflowers. Even though it was winter!"

Luna clapped her hands. "Flowers in the snow!"

"Exactly," you said. "And I picked the biggest, brightest one to bring back to you. But…" You tapped your chin with a frown. "It must have melted on the way home."

She giggled again, bouncing with excitement. "Next time, you have to bring me!"

Noah chuckled from the corner, stepping closer. "I’m not sure you’re ready to face the bears just yet, Lu."

"I am ready!" she insisted, spinning toward him. "I’ll be so brave! I’ll hold out my hand and say, 'I am one with the snow!'"

Noah shook his head with a grin. "We’ll see about that."

You smiled at both of them, your heart full in a way that made you feel lighter, warmer, and more alive than you had in weeks. You missed moments like these so bad.

After a couple of moments, Luna sat cross-legged on the couch, her eyes glued to the colorful world of the cartoons on the tv screen. Noah had set her up with a bowl of apple slices, and she munched contentedly, completely absorbed.

You lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching her tiny hand reach out to grab another slice without even looking.

Noah’s hand slipped into yours, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. His eyes met yours. “Come on,” he murmured softly. “You need to get warm.”

With one last glance at Luna, you let him guide you down the hallway.

The bathroom was already fogging up, the heat from the water turning the chill in the air to mist. Noah reached in to adjust the temperature, testing it with his hand until he was satisfied.

He turned back to you, looking at you with his big sweet brown eyes, before gently peeling your rain-soaked coat from your shoulders. His fingers worked methodically, tugging at the wet fabric of your shirt, the hem catching as it clung to your skin.

You let him undress you without a word, his touch careful, reverent, and then you watched him quickly remove his clothes and leave them on the floor.

When the last layer fell away, he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. “Come here,” he whispered, and the warmth in his voice pulled you into him like gravity.

You stepped under the spray together, the water cascading over both of you, washing away the rain, the cold, the ache of separation. The heat soaked into your muscles, a deep, penetrating relief that made you shiver despite yourself.

Noah pulled you close, his arms wrapping securely around your waist, your bare skin pressed flush against his. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—soft, warm, and undeniably him. Your fingers found his tattoos again, tracing the lines as if reacquainting yourself with each curve, each intricate design.

“I missed these,” you whispered against his skin, your breath warm and damp. Your fingers drifted over the flowers on his shoulders, the skull on his belly, the ink you had traced a thousand times in the dark of countless nights. “Every line.”

His chest rose and fell against you, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek. “I missed you,” he said, his voice low and raw.

You closed your eyes, letting the water pour over you, your hand trailing down to trace another mark near his ribs.

His hand moved up your back, his fingers threading through your damp hair as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. You tightened your hold around him, clinging to the solid warmth of his body.

“You told her I was in the mountains,” you murmured after a beat, your voice tinged with amusement.

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “It was the best I could come up with.”

“I might have to take her there one day now. Find her some bears and snow.”

“She’ll hold you to that,” he warned gently, his arms tightening as if to keep you rooted in place.

The corners of your mouth curved into a small, soft smile. “Good. We'll have to make it happen, one day."

He didn’t answer, but the way he held you—the way he breathed you in as if trying to memorize every piece of you—spoke louder than any words could. You stayed like that until his lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and deep, the kind that made time stop and your breath catch.

His mouth moved over yours with tenderness as his hands cradled your face. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his wet hair, pulling him closer until there was nothing left between you two and your back was pressed against the shower's wall.

The heat of the water mixed with the heat of his touch as his hands traced every familiar curve of your body, reverent and urgent all at once. His breath caught when your fingers gripped his shoulders, when your mouths met again, when you said you wanted to feel him inside you.

You tilted your chin up as he left a trail of kisses on your jaw, lips, behind your ear and neck, pressing tenderly where your pulse raced beneath your skin. You shivered when his breath fanned against your collarbone and you stood on your tiptoes to reach his neck.

Your lips brushed his skin before trailing lower, leaving soft, lingering kisses along the curve of it. His skin was warm as your lips touched every tattoo on his throat. The salty-sweet warmth of his skin made a soft sigh escape your lips, and you felt him shiver under your touch.

When you kissed the hollow of his throat, a sharp breath escaped him, followed by a low, throaty whimper that made heat pool in your belly. His hand slipped up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as you continued your slow exploration, your mouth finding each sensitive spot and lingering there.

When your teeth grazed the tendon in his neck, his hips twitched forward, a strangled groan escaping his lips. "God..." he breathed, his voice a mixture of need and surrender.

When he entered you, a soft gasp escaped your lips, and he stilled for a moment, holding you as if the world might break around you both if he let go. You clung to him, your breaths mingling in the steam-filled air. The gentle rhythm of his movements matched the pulse between your hearts, slow at first, then deeper, filling every aching space within you.

You walls clenched against him, your breath hitching with his every thrust as he sighed with pleasure.

The steam thickened, fogging the glass and wrapping around you as the rhythm built, the sound of your shared breaths and whispered names filling the air. Water ran in rivulets down your naked bodies, his hands gripped your waist and hips as your fingers trailed down his spine.

Your name left his lips like a prayer as he moved inside you, and your own soft cries answered him in the language only the two of you seemed to know.

When you both finally came, your forehead rested against his chest, your arms around him, both of you trembling in the aftermath. Your legs were shaking but Noah held you steady, his heart thundered beneath your ear, your breath a soft rhythm that mirrored his.

After a while, the shower door opened with a soft hiss of steam as the two of you stepped out, droplets of water still clinging to your skin and hair.

The cold floor beneath your bare feet was a sharp contrast to the warmth lingering between you. Noah reached for a towel, gently wrapping it around your shoulders before using another to ruffle his own damp hair.

“Here,” he murmured, guiding you over to the bathroom counter,wtting you sit on it. He stood behind you, his fingers brushing lightly over your wet hair as he grabbed the hair dryer from the shelf.

With practiced movements, he began drying your hair, the warm air filling the space and easing the last of the chill from your body.

As the dryer hummed softly, Noah’s gaze lingered on you in the mirror. His fingers worked carefully, gently massaging your scalp as he ran the dryer through the strands, and despite the routine action, the tenderness in his touch made your chest ache in the most comforting way.

When your hair was dry enough, he handed you one of his oversized shirts and a pair of soft sweatpants. You slid them on, the fabric swallowing you whole, the sleeves hanging past your wrists.

Noah chuckled quietly, his eyes twinkling as he pulled on a clean shirt of his own. “You’re so cute,” he said, his voice low, watching you through the mirror. There was a warmth to his gaze, a fondness that made your heart flutter.

You caught his gaze in the glass, warmth spreading through you. “I look ridiculous.”

He stepped closer, brushing a knuckle along your cheek, his touch lingering. “You look perfect,” he said softly.

"And you can't just stay with wet hair like that," you said, raising an eyebrow as you eyed his damp strands.

Noah chuckled, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with a smirk. "Hey, I have a clean bill of health!"

You walked over to him, picking up the towel, and gently began drying his hair. He tilted his head back slightly, resting it against your stomach as you worked.

"One of your lungs literally collapsed once."

Noah laughed. "It happened only once."

"I mean, thank God."

Noah closed his eyes and loosely wrapped his arm around your legs as you dried his hair with the blow dryer.

Only then did you notice the string of pink beads around his wrist.

"You still have the bracelet." You said.

"You too."

"I never took it off."

"Me neither." He smiled, looking up at you for a moment.

Once you finished drying his hair, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Gently, you placed the blow dryer back on its shelf, the soft hum of the bathroom fan the only sound for a moment.

"Are you okay?" you asked quietly, watching as he slowly opened his eyes.

"I think I've never felt better," Noah grinned.

He stood up, and together, you walked back to the living room. Luna was still sitting in front of the TV, her small fingers clutching Mr. Flop. She looked up when you both entered, her eyes lighting up.

"Mr. Flop wants another snack!" she announced with an exaggerated pout, holding the stuffed toy up to the air.

Noah laughed, his voice warm and playful. "Are you sure it’s him that wants it, and not you?"

Luna just giggled and nodded, clearly pleased with herself for coming up with such a clever idea.

Noah turned toward you then, his smile a little more uncertain. "I don’t have much for dinner, actually, but if you’re okay with it, we could just order something and then watch a movie or—"

"Shit."

"What?" Noah’s brows furrowed as he looked at you in confusion.

"I forgot something," you said, your eyes wide with a sudden realization.

"What did you forget?"

"I... I have a dog now."

Noah froze, blinking. "Wait, you're telling me we broke up for two weeks and you replaced me with a dog?"

You couldn’t help but laugh. "I found him on my porch yesterday. I didn’t know what to do, so I just let him in."

Noah stared at you for a beat, then shook his head in mock disbelief. "How is it that you always let everyone into the house? Animals, people, who’s next—an entire family of raccoons?"

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful shove. "Stop making fun of me. Matt would do that, not me."

Luna, who had been listening to the conversation with wide, curious eyes, suddenly perked up. "We have a puppy? I want to see the puppy!"

You smiled at her excitement and turned to Noah.

"Go get him." He said. "I still have some dog food somewhere, from when the guys came by with their zoo."

You chuckled softly at the thought, then stood on your tips to press a quick kiss to his lips, a soft smile lingering as he pulled back.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too."

You grabbed the keys to his car off the counter and waved over your shoulder as you rushed toward the door. "Be right back!" you called out, the sound of your voice echoing in the house as you disappeared outside.

Noah and Luna were sitting together on the couch, a blanket draped across both of them as they watched cartoons. For the first time in days, Noah no longer felt that weight on his chest and seemed to be able to breathe again.

Suddenly, Luna turned to Noah, her face lighting up with a bright smile. "I’m so happy Y/N is back," she then leaned closer to him, her eyes shining. "I have to tell her something important!"

Noah looked at her with a fond smile, "What is it?"

"In that cartoon we started watching together—remember? The princess, at the end, she goes back to the prince!" She paused, making sure Noah was listening. "And it’s her who saves him!"

Noah chuckled, his smile deepening. "So, the princess goes back to the prince and saves him, huh?" he said.

"Yes!" Luna nodded eagerly, her hands clasped together.

Noah smiled softly, giving her a small nod. "Yeah, that’s a pretty awesome ending. A very awesome ending."

After a while, he door creaked open, and Noah looked up from where he was sitting on the couch with Luna, her little feet propped up on the coffee table as she played with Mr. Flop.

He’d been lost in thought for a moment, the quiet buzz of the room settling around them when he heard the familiar sound of footsteps in the hallway. The door swung wide, and there you were, holding a few paper bags filled with groceries in your hands.

You didn't have to do that, but you did it anyway.

And, of course, there was the dog.

Noah blinked at the sight—a tiny German Shepherd pup, its fur soft and still dark, but with hints of the larger, stronger dog it would soon become. The little creature sniffed around, tail wagging wildly as it explored the room, clearly curious about the new space.

"Hey," you greeted, your voice light and warm, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Look who I brought."

You set the bags down on the counter, but before Noah could speak, the puppy bounded towards Luna, his ears flopping with each excited jump. Luna squealed, her hands reaching out eagerly as the puppy jumped up on the couch next to her, licking her face in a flurry of tiny, excited kisses.

She giggled, her laughter filling the room, and Noah couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her utterly enchanted by the new arrival.

The puppy seemed to adore Luna already.

"He's so cute!" She laughed.

Noah raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering between you and the pup. "That dog’s gonna be a dinosaur, you know that, right?" he said.

You gave him an almost dismissive look, but the fond smile that tugged at your lips said everything. "Look at him, Noah," you said, your voice softer as you watched the puppy nuzzle Luna’s face. "He’s cute. And Luna already loves him."

Noah leaned back on the couch, eyes never leaving the puppy. He couldn’t deny how adorable the little thing was, even if it was bound to grow into a massive animal that would probably knock them all over.

"I don’t know if I’m ready for that," he murmured, almost to himself, as he watched the dog’s tail wag furiously. "But... I can’t say no to that face."

The puppy turned its attention to Noah for the first time, bounding over and trying to climb into his lap, paws scrambling for purchase on the fabric of the couch. With a laugh, Noah reached to scratch behind its ears, the tiny creature squirming in delight.

"Yeah, okay," Noah said with a soft chuckle. "He’s cute."

You grinned, pleased with the reaction. "I thought so."

Luna, still laughing and petting the dog, glanced up at you and Noah. "Can we keep him forever, please?" she asked.

"Of course, we can," you replied with a wink, tossing a playful glance at Noah. "Though I’ll have to keep buying more food if he’s going to turn into a dinosaur."

Noah rolled his eyes, but there was a warmth behind his smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until he’s destroying everything over in here."

The puppy barked and wagged its tail harder, as if to say, "I can handle it".

"What's his name?" Luna asked.

"We still have to choose it, actually." You said, starting to think about some possibilities.

As you went to start preparing dinner, Noah leaned back into the couch for a moment before following you, watching you, Luna, and the little German Shepherd interact. Something inside him swelled—a mix of affection and amusement at how this little family of theirs was coming together.

It was a good night.

Maybe even a good life, after all.

The next day, the sun had begun to dry the wet streets and the rain had stopped falling.

The car engine clicked softly as Noah turned the key, glancing at you with a grin as the puppy bounced excitedly in the backseat.

The morning sunlight poured through the windshield, warming the dashboard as the two of you sat parked outside the Breakfast Nook. You’d already dropped Luna off at daycare, and now, after a quick stop to leave you here, Noah planned to load up on supplies—dog food, a bed, a collar—everything needed for the newest member of the family.

As you both stepped out of the car, the puppy barked once, paws on the window as if to protest being left behind. Noah chuckled. "We won’t be long, buddy," he said, patting the glass before turning toward you.

That’s when you saw him.

Jason stood by the front entrance, arms crossed and a smug expression plastered across his face. His eyes flicked between you and Noah, amusement dancing in them like a predator toying with prey. "Well, look at this," he drawled. "Back together already? How predictable."

Your stomach tightened, but you didn’t falter. "Jason," you said sharply, your voice cutting through the space between you. "Enough. All the bullshit you planned is over. Leave."

He tilted his head, lips curving into a mocking smile as he turned his attention fully to Noah. "It won’t last," he sneered. "She’ll leave you, just like—"

Noah’s fists clenched at his sides. "You have no idea how much I want to break your face right now, Jason. But I'm holding back," he said, starting toward the café, his hand finding yours. "Walk away before I change my mind."

Jason didn’t move. "You fucking whore. You haven't changed a bit."

Noah whipped around at his words, fury flashing in his eyes as he took a step toward Jason—but your hand shot out, catching his arm. He looked down at you, ready to argue, but the calm determination in your eyes stopped him cold.

"Y/N, he-"

"It's okay."

You let go and moved toward Jason yourself, each step slow, deliberate, and impossibly composed. The smirk on his face faltered slightly as you came to a stop mere inches away.

"Jason."

"Yeah?" He raised one of his eyebrows.

Then, without warning, your fist connected with his nose.

The sound was sharp, and the impact sent him stumbling backward, clutching his face. Blood trickled between his fingers as he gawked at you, wide-eyed and disbelieving. His bravado shattered.

"That," you said, your voice low and steady, "is for everything you fucking put us through, you piece of trash. Try stepping into that café ever again, and I’ll call the cops. Goodbye, Jason."

You turned on your heel without sparing him another glance, walking back to Noah as he watched with blue eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. For a moment, he was silent, stunned. Then, the corners of his mouth curled into the biggest grin you’d ever seen.

"That," he said, pulling open the door to the café with a low chuckle, "was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen."

A laugh bubbled from your chest as you brushed past him, your heart pounding—but with satisfaction, not fear.

You had always said no to violence but Jason had really deserved that punch. Now you knew why Rick seemed so happy when he told you about the time he punched him.

One month later

The café was alive with the warmth of laughter and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Sunlight poured through the large front windows, casting a golden glow over the wooden floors. You sat next to Noah at the counter, his hand lazily tangled with yours, a contented smile tugging at his lips.

Sometimes you would get up to serve a customer, but then you would always return to him.

In the past month, you had only caught a fleeting glimpse of Jason outside his tattoo shop. He had slipped inside quickly, vanishing behind the door before you could even react. It left you certain he wouldn’t trouble you again.

Luna was perched happily on Folio’s lap at a table nearby, her cheeks round as she chewed on a cookie twice the size of her tiny hands. Crumbs dotted her chin, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind. Folio, ever the devoted uncle, watched her with a fond grin.

"Is it good?" he asked, his dark eyes twinkling.

“Very!” she giggled, holding up the half-eaten cookie like a trophy.

Noah chuckled beside you, squeezing your hand as you watched them. "I think she likes being spoiled here."

“Like anyone ever says no to her,” you teased.

A few tables away, Jolly was deep in conversation with Matt, who gestured animatedly as he spoke with Grace and Rick. Their banter had become a staple of afternoons like this—light and full of teasing. Grace and Rick, especially, seemed caught in an endless game of playful insults, each jab probably hiding something softer.

“Oh, yeah! I love that band!” Rick was saying, leaning forward as Matt nodded enthusiastically.

Grace wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. “Why do I never recognize any of the singers you guys mention?”

"Because," Rick smirked, "you listen to nothing but that Taylor Swift crap."

Grace gasped, one hand flying to her chest in offense. "Excuse me? I do not listen to Taylor Swift. My taste in music is far more... alternative than you think."

Rick snorted, “Right. Can’t wait to hear about your hidden love for screamo bands.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing and made a mental note to tease Grace about it later. You’d known for a while now—since they started spending every spare moment together—that there was something unspoken between them. It wasn’t hard to see. You and Noah were like that too, in the beginning.

The glances that lingered a second too long, the way they leaned toward each other without realizing it… they’d figure it out eventually. Probably.

At your feet, Kaneki sprawled lazily on the floor, his fluffy ears twitching every so often as he listened to the rise and fall of voices around him. He’d grown so much in the past month.

His paws were too big for his body, an awkward sign of how much larger he’d become. Luna had started calling him “Neki,” and the nickname stuck to the point that you all called him that.

“Nick,” Noah called over with a smirk, “you talking to the dog again?”

Ruffilo glanced up from scratching Kaneki’s head. “What? I’m bonding with him.”

You chuckled, leaning your head against Noah’s shoulder.

Folio stood from his seat, gently lifting Luna from his lap as she finished the last of her giant cookie. With a grin, he walked to the counter with her and Noah picked her up.

“Alright, you two,” Folio said playfully, “I’m returning your little cookie monster before she eats the entire stock.”

Luna giggled. “Uncle Folio said I can have as many as I want!” she declared with a triumphant smile.

Folio feigned innocence, his eyes wide. “Hey, I didn’t say that exactly…”

Noah raised an eyebrow, smirking as he fixed Luna on his knees. “Oh, well. Uncle Folio is a bad influence."

You laughed.

“But it was so good!” Luna protested.

“Yeah, well, next time, save some for the rest of us,” Noah said, kissing the top of her head before looking at Folio. “Thanks for watching her.”

The moment stretched, quiet and full, as Kaneki yawned and Luna squealed with delight at something Folio said. Outside, the leaves on the trees danced in the breeze, and the sun painted shadows across the sidewalk.

You sighed, letting happiness settle deep in your chest. It wasn’t perfect—life never was—but it was enough. Enough to know you had found your place. Enough to be right here, surrounded by laughter and warmth and belonging.

Noah pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. "What are you thinking about?"

You smiled, turning to meet his gaze. “That I love this. All of it. You, Luna, Kaneki. Our friends. Even Rick and Grace. And this place. Everything.”

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes filled with a kind of quiet awe. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Me too.”

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[gas-stxtion-a]

//happy munday! (it's after midnight so it counts)

here's a bambi from earlier today

[crimsoncandy04]

OH MY GOD YOU WRITE SO FUCKING GREAT!!!! Can I ask for a mouse/hamster hybrid reader and Kitty/Scaramouche. He's trying to catch us and eat us 😏 👅

Can I stick to canon a little? I might not be very imaginative so I usually work with lore and stuff to make my ideas flow a little easier for me.

And I think I know how to do this.

It was no secret that the harbinger known as The Doctor often tampered with human DNA in order to succeed in certain projects regarding his segments. However as one of his subordinates, you became increasingly concerned when he started involving animal DNA too.

And terrified when he picked YOU out of everyone else to undergo a sort of surgical transformation to see if weaker humans could be physically "improved" with animal genetics.

You went to sleep on the operating table, a woman.

You woke up in a similar body, however your eyes widened in shock as you noticed the rounded ears and long tail you had. You were in a small box sized room full of reflective walls. And in them you could see that you were now in fact a mouse and human hybrid.

You tried to yell but only squeaked.

However the experiment was far from over.

One of the tall reflective walls suddenly retracted into the ground. Revealing a long dark corridor made entirely of stone. The narrow walls Rose high into the shadows and as you stepped out the the tiny place you had woke up in, the opening slammed shut behind you too. Leaving you in the darkness of the weird maze/labyrinth all alone.

Or so you thought.

Suddenly a sharp tone cut through the cool air.

"Oh so you DID survive. Congratulations I suppose. But don't think this makes you any more of a useless pawn dear."

A figure leapt down from the top of one of the higher walls behind you.

His indigo eyes glowed. Marked by beautiful long lashes and striking red eyeliner. He looked so...catty and you'd definitely be right about that.

The young man's big fluffy tail suddenly began to swish behind him as he stalked closer to you slowly.

"now don't move, mouse. This is only going to be uncomfortable if you make it that way." His big fluffy ears twitched a little with excitement as he suddenly tried to reach out and grab you.

However you were faster than you remembered now.

And you ran.

Sprinting through the dim maze of nothing but more long stretches of hallways and sharp turns, you could hear the man in pursuit of you.

Every time you thought you put some distance between you both, you'd see a flash or indigo hair out of the corner of your eye and force yourself to keep going as he seemed to be able to scale walls and leap from high places just like a cat effortlessly could.

Finally you felt fear overwhelm you. And you panicked.

And you tripped.

Hands descended upon your shivering body before you could even muster up a scream. Lips silencing you as the man gently rolled you over onto your back and pinned you beneath him.

"you're fast my little mouse. But not faster than me~" he mumbled in a strangely seductive tone as he moved his lips down your body and stopped just above your pubic mound.

"please don't hurt me!" You wail. Your body shaking as you watched a devious grin appear on his rather lovely face.

"keep begging, mouse. You look even more delectable when you do~" you noticed something strange about his hands then as he ripped your panties off. His fingers resembled those of a doll. He wasn't human or cat...

Was this the sixth harbinger that was rumored to occasionally help out The Doctor?

You didn't have time to ponder this as you feel him dig his nails into your knees and force your legs apart as he leaned in closer to your sex and gave your clit a small kiss before roughly shoving his long tongue deep into your aching cunt.

"ah~ please stop! Please this feels so...good~" your body continued to shiver but not out of fear as you felt him moan and purr against your pussy. You felt a tiny squeak leave your lips then. Making his eyes take on a predatory gleam as he pulled you against his face even more and began to alternate between lapping at your heat and teasing your clit with his sharp teeth and cool tongue.

He kept you on edge for the longest time. Seemingly enjoying your taste as you felt his purring get louder while you rocked your hips a little and felt your lower body tighten.

"don't fight it. Just let go little mouse ~" he hummed. You felt so good at that moment that all sense of shame seemed to have been lost as your body erupted and you squirt into the eager mouth of the man before you. He greedily slurps up every last drop and hungrily swallows your lewd juices as you lay panting and completely drained before him.

You struggle to sit up as you feel him pull away finally. Only to see him give you another sadistic and horny grin as he looks you directly in the eyes and starts counting.

You immediately feel nervous again.

Quickly getting to your feet and running away as he neared the final number.

You didn't know how long he planned to draw this out or why he was so hungry for you like this, but one thing was for certain. He would continue to hunt you.

And you would be devoured.

[lovehypegirl]

AT LAST

"MY LOVE HAS...COME ALONG"

In which Wriothesley adopts a child he found wandering around Meropide

pairing: adoptivefather!Wriothesley x adoptivechild!reader

wc: 0.7k

warnings: death of birth mother

request

Your childhood was spent in Meropide

Your mother was a convicted felon and gave birth to you in the prison and contrary to belief, you loved it there. All the hallways and elevators. Stalking the Duke and hiding behind barrels whenever he was out and about. Ducking out of the sight whenever he turned around. It became a game of cat-and-mouse that you played every time the Duke was out-and-about in the fortress

Post-natal care wasn't the best in Meropide due to the lack of childbirths in the prison fortress so your mother wasn't able to receive the proper care postpartum and she passed when you were six. Her weak health had a hand in her death as well

After that, you immediately went into the care of Fontaine's orphanage and was transferred into the system. You spent the next four years in the foster care system until you snuck your way back into Meropide through the pipes

You lasted the whole of one day before Wriothesley found you and questioned you as to what you were doing in Meropide

You revealed that you had been looking for him. All your ten-year-old mind was searching for was a person of comfort. A bond that had unknowingly grown in your early childhood drew you back to Meropide.

Wriothesley understood this took you in after the Guarde's had made attempts to shoo you away

He eventually adopted you, naming you as his child. He knew what it was like to be an orphan and the last thing he wanted was for you to live what he went through

Preparations were immediately made for the child of the Duke of Meropide to enter the fortress.

You got your own big bedroom with a giant floor to ceiling window that looked out the underwater life of the ocean. He was unable to give you a room with sunlight but you were content with the sea life and falling asleep watching the fishies swim around

He had bought you (or Cloriande and Navia) bought you new clothes. Clothes to accommodate the cold climate of Meropide. Little faux fur coats were Navias favorite to buy you. It was quite the Fontanian trend at the moment

You were placed in the best schooling immediately. Wriothesely hired the best private tutors for little you to ensure that you would have the best education

And alongside that, he taught you to defend yourself which you became very adept at

You learned fencing, chess, games of skill, and martial arts

And you loved, loved, loved to regale him with what you did that day. What classes you took, what you learned, what you want to learn.

And he was happy that you found comfort in his presence

Big tough guy won't admit that he loves that you're comfortable enough to crawl into his bed when you have a nightmare. He takes immense pride in being your safe space

Now, Wriothesley is a very busy man and you're nearly on the cusp on teenage years (being ten) so as an only child, you've tasked yourself of entertaining yourself

You quickly realized that you weren't confined to your room and that you had the whole of Meropide to explore at your will

And you loved it

The expanse of the fortress was immense and you constantly got lost but that just meant that you had to explore new areas

Wriothesley was worried at first so he had Guarde's trail your every move and ensure you weren't getting hurt. Once he realized you always came back when you got hungry, he was more lenient but still worried as you're his child

And once you realized he eased up, you began your little pranks.

You started by putting stickers on every. single. thing

And then you took his coat

Replaced his tea leaves with grass (this one earned you a one week grounding)

Tried to douse him with water by positioning a bucket above his office door (another two week grounding)

Drawing on the walls (didn't get far, walls are made of metal and Crayola doesn't last on those)

At this point, you started to run out of ideas as Wriothesley was always two steps ahead of you

So much for trying to outwit the Duke of Meropide

Better luck next time

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[diejager]

so, have some thoughts about perv!roommate!könig....

what about him setting up a camera in the reader's room, and watching the reader masturbate?

he didn't even mean to catch you touching yourselves like this, he only set it up to watch you change like the depraved pervert he is, accidentally catching you stuffing your cunt full with a huge dildo. :( and he can't help but imagine him fucking your pretty pussy instead.

he's so easily jealous, i know if he ever got into a relationship, he wouldn't allow sex toys!! he should be your only form of sexual pleasure, mouse :(

feel free to ignore if you're uninterested or too busy, no pressure and i hope you have a great new year <33 🌷🐙🐙

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, masturbating, camera, filming, sex toys, jealousy, possessiveness, somnophilia, mention of creampie, tell me if I missed any.

The cameras were set up for security reasons, small and inconspicuous things placed around the flat to keep watch in case anything were to happen to his home and to you. Truly, that was his initial intentions, they were pure and good-natured, until he stumbled on a sight that riled him up. He watched you from his phone your slick cunt - he could see how wet you were from the camera at the corner of your room, hidden behind the drywalls and poking out for a clear view of your hole room - stuffed with your small fingers, whining and writhing on your bed.

Unlike his, your fingers were small, too short and too thin to reach that spongy spot in you, where you ended up squirming as you came for him, asleep but listening so well. He watched on, mesmerised by the way slick splashed out of you with every thrusts, soiling your bedsheets with delicious musk that he’d spend his free time burying his face in, smelling your sweet cum and slick. He could tell from your pout that your fingers weren’t enough to fill you up, digits spreading open the lips of your cunt to accommodate something —something big from the stretch. It was a miracle anything fit in you, your pretty, fat lips and tight cunt was surprisingly flexible. He knew that from personal experience, spending many nights pumping his fingers into you and stretching you out for his girth, to pound into you in nights of weakness.

Seemingly satisfied, he peered at you with curiosity, your clear figure turning to fetch a box under your bed, popping it open to reveal a dildo, thick and veiny, big and long, and covering it with a lot of lube. Despite it being slightly smaller than his own cock, anger and envy flared in his chest, a violent torment of emotions that made him swear under his breath. But he can’t stop the blood rushing down his navel, witnessing you take a silicone cock so well, the uncut tip easily slipping into you before you slid down the rest of its girth, the pronounced veins brushing your gummy walls and tapping your spongy cervix.

You took the replacement easily, sinking into you with every buck of our hip, rocking down the length and rolling your hips to feel it fill you up. Your thighs pushed you up and down, lube and slick collecting at the base, leaving your bed and inner thighs so wet that it glistened to his eyes. You threw your head back and moaned so sweetly, a delicious sound that made his cock jump after he freed himself from the tight confines of his pants, popping off his belt and unzipping his fly to let his heavy girth hang between his legs.

He panted as he stroked himself, his breath catching at the back of his throat whenever he brushed his sensitive slit with his gloved thumb, matching your sloppy pace. He throbbed in his hand, twitching with neediness, pearly pre dripping from his tip, gleaming in the low light of his quarters. His foreskin rolled down the length, the dildo’s uncut tip felt purposefully chosen in his mind, an unconscious decision you made to feel something familiar pounding your cunt. He’s sure you picked that to please him —an instinctual act, he was sure.

He groaned lowly in his dark room, eyes glued to the screen that showed him the best and worse thing he’d ever seen, it was both pleasing and jealousy-inducing, his heart pulsing in ugly green. You let out the same mewls and breathy gasps when he fucked you in your sleep, slamming his veiny cock into you without waking you up. If he closed his eyes - he wouldn’t, that meant missing the addictive sight of you riding a small mimicry of him in your slick-soaked bed - he could imagine you riding him, mewling and writhing for him, but his glove was too rough, his hand not warm enough and his room too cold.

He followed you whenever you sped up, jerking himself more roughly, more erratically and cupping his heavy balls when you rolled your wet clit, thumb pulling back the hood and touching your throbbing button. His head rolled back, eyes fluttering and cock jerked as your breath hitched, a high keen shattering the cunt-hungry haze you threw him in, panting and rutting against his palm before he came, shooting across his desk and computer. You looked as debauched as he did, gasping and back arching, head tilted left as you stared off in a daze, unknowingly gazing at him through the camera.

He swore he put up these cameras for good reasons, to protect you, but it certainly wouldn’t be such a bother if he used them for more than simple surveillance, would it? He could make sure you were safe while you changed, danced, smoothed cream over your naked skin, masturbate and fuck yourself silly. He could all of it while in the loneliness of his quarters.

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[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬

ceo!sukuna x secretary!reader, modern au

tags: degradation, daddy kink, sexual indications and language notes: minors dni, listen to "you can be the boss" by lana del rey wc: 1.1k

Once again your Boss, Mr. Sukuna, was staring at you from across the private room at the bar you were drinking. It was almost a tradition that Sukuna invited everyone for a few drinks after an extremely hard day at work. As usual the most beautiful women were seated around him, all of them looking the same – tight pencil skirts and revealing blouses, the only difference being the colors of the said skirts. Yet his eyes were set on you, his secretary.

Feeling pressured, you avert your eyes from him. After all, you weren't blind, your boss was probably one of the most attractive men in the world. Nevertheless, you had resolved never to give yourself to him. Your job was more important than a man whose cock you would love to feel inside you.

There was another point that motivated you to stay away from Sukuna. All the female colleagues hated you. How dare you become his secretary? You. The innocent little mouse who worked in the company for less than three months. Nobody understood why Sukuna chose you out of all the applicants who were eagerly waiting for his acceptance. So engaging in any kind of sexual relationship with your boss would be a death sentence at your workplace.

As your shot glass touched your lips to take another sip, you looked back over at your boss and in that moment your eyes met.

Sukuna was able to get any woman he wanted and he would also be able to get any woman in general. He knew exactly what power he had over women. You, however, were still under his spell, still clinging to some irrelevant moral values. You were a challenge to him and he loved challenges.

Normally, secretaries always sat next to their bosses, but you always occupied the seat furthest away from him and out of sight. This time you were far away, but right at the other end of the table, giving him the perfect view.

Sukuna took in every little detail of your appearance. Your freshly washed hair, tied back in a neat braid. Oh, how he would love to take that hair in his hand and pull it while he thrusts into you from behind. Making you scream and beg for his cock to reach deeper into your clenching little pussy. A loose blouse was buttoned up to the neck, but Sukuna knew exactly what you looked like in tight clothes. After all, your Instagram was public. It would be so easy to stand up and rip off your blouse to take your big tits into his mouth.

"Mr. Sukuna, sir, are you listening?", he heard some woman almost begging for his attention. To be honest, he didn't even know what this chick's name was. Everyone was the same in his eyes, desperate. She pressed her chest against her arm, her tits almost falling out of her top. "You look so good in that suit, is it Armani?" He was wearing his best suit today, since he had something special planned. A bloodred suit with a black shirt underneath, he deliberatly left a few buttons unbuttoned. 

“Ms. y/n”, he called out, "You're staying late today. We have something important to discuss." The entire room fell silent. He sounded so serious. The other women beamed with shameful joy, imagining him screaming at you and firing you. He had completely different things playing out in his imagination though.

Blood rushed to up your cheeks as soon as you heard him call your name, his voice deep and husky. “Y-yes, boss.” You would have loved to run away. If you had known that your boss still wanted to talk to you afterwards, you wouldn't have drunk anything. You were already tipsy, doubting your self-control. Alone with Mr. Sukuna in this private room was both dangerous and seductive.

A few hours have passed and everyone has left, everyone except you and Sukuna. As soon as the room was empty you heard your boss's voice “Crawl over.”

“I’m-I’m sorry, what? I…I think I drank too much.”

“I said crawl over, now.”

Was it because of the alcohol in your system or was it because of Sukuna's deep dominant voice? Your body moved faster than your brain could register the movements and you slowly crawled over to him. Meanwhile Sukuna pushed the table further away from him. He was sitting on the ground, criss-crossed, something that was normal in japanese culture. “What a good little girl, listening to her boss”, he taunted you, his red eyes staring at you.

Ashamed and slightly turned on you knelt in front of him. What kind of situation was that and why the hell did you follow his orders? There was no time to search for an answer because Sukuna had already grabbed you by your throat and pulled you closer to him.

“You need to stop acting all hard to get, little one, it makes me want to ruin you. I know your pussy gets wet for me. Everytime you push your thighs together when I scream at a subordinate or the sudden breaks you need to take after I praise you. You like that, right? Being praised, gets your cunt soaking and seeking for my cock. Desperate slut.”

There was no room to answer once again. As your lips met, a wave of heat surged between you two, igniting a fiery passion that had been smoldering beneath the surface. The air around you seemed to sizzle with anticipation as you surrendered to the magnetic pull drawing you closer.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you in with an urgency that mirrored the racing of your hearts. Your lips moved in perfect synchrony, exploring and tasting, each kiss more fervent than the last. The warmth of your breath mingled, creating a heady mix of desire and longing that filled the space between you.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, your bodies pressed together in a dance of passion and need. Every touch sent shivers down your spines, igniting a hunger that could only be satiated Sukuna himself.

In that stolen moment, nothing else mattered but the electrifying connection you shared. It was a kiss that set your souls ablaze, leaving you both breathless and hungry for more. And as you finally pulled away, your eyes locked in a daze of desire, you knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable journey of lust.

“Here, slut”, a cigarette with a number on it was placed next to you on the table, “This is my private number. Call me. If you don’t, daddy will punish you real good, understand?” And with that he stood up, leaving you needy and hungry. Still out of breath your eyes fixated on the cigarette.

Would you text him or stand your ground?