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Gentle Love
Pairing: Rio Vidal x Fem!Reader
Summary: She may be Lady Death, but to you, she is your sweet love.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: mentions of depression, panic attacks, just a lot of hurt/comfort
a/n: surprise! another fic! i know a lot of people have been wanting just rio fics, so here you go! a little hurt/comfort! the goal was to make a mental health fic where it isn't romanticized, so here's hoping i did that! enjoy!!!
Your relationship with Lady Death wasnât one that had a spontaneous start. She didnât save you from a painful demise, or help you realize life was worth living.
She had met you on her day off. (Yes, Lady Death gets days off. Sheâs not the only one working the underworld, you know.) She was wandering through a wooded area when she came across you. You were sitting under a willow tree, humming to yourself as you wove a crown of daisies.
Her heart had practically melted at the sight of you, and she found herself gravitating towards you. Before she knew it, she was introducing herself to you and you were inviting her to join you beneath the willow.
The two of you were pretty much inseparable after that. You spent countless days getting to know every part of each other; mind, body, and soul. Soon enough, you were deeply in love with Rio Vidal: Lady Death. And she could say the same about you.
You both had grown exponentially by being in each otherâs presence. But a romantic relationship doesnât mean the absence of all problems.
Rio struggled deeply with guilt. She hated that she had been bound to this calling, that she had been chosen to wear a face she found hideous and escort living creatures to a world beyond life. It pained her to take children from their mothers, sisters from their brothers, soulmates from their lovers.Â
But you were so soft with her. Soft as you kissed her in her Death form, soft as you held her while she shook with guilt and self-hatred, soft as you assured her that she was doing the right thing. That you loved her always.
As for you, mental illness was something you had dealt with from a young age. After all, being a witch who was chased from countless villages and hunted endlessly, all for possessing a magical ability she never asked forâŠwell, it tends to have some lasting negative effects on oneâs mental well being.
You were proud to say you knew how to handle it, but you had your weak moments. Moments like now. And you hated them.
As you woke up, you felt a familiar heaviness in your bones. Your heart felt heavy but was racing all the same, your head ached, and your stomach churned with dread and anxiety.
You turned to the other side of the bed, reaching for your comfort, your person, only to find it empty. Your eyes filled with tears as you took a deep breath.Â
You wondered if you should call her. You hated that the thought even crossed your mind. You could handle this alone.
âBut you donât have to,â your loverâs words echoed through your mind as you pondered what to do.
You and Rio had created a system for times like this. If ever you were feeling like the walls were closing in, like you couldnât breathe, like you could barely function. All you had to do was think of a color and a name. Her name.
Yellow meant you were struggling, but could handle it alone if need be. Red meant you needed her.
You rarely tended to use red. You loved Rio, and you knew full well that her presence helped to calm you in times of discomfort and anxiety, but you couldnât pull yourself out of your need to be independent and not rely on anyone for help. You hated admitting the need for help.
Even now, as you laid in bed, tears streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe, you refused to admit defeat. But you knew you owed it to both her and yourself to say something.
Yellow. Rio. Yellow, you thought as you brought your hands to your face, willing your breathing to calm down.
It was no use. All you could think of was how useless you were, how helpless, worthless, weak.
You choked out a sob as the room seemed to get smaller and smaller.
Until you felt gentle hands on your wrists, tenderly pulling them from your face.
âHey there, sweet girl. Letâs sit you up, yeah?â Rio said softly.
You followed her instructions, allowing the witch to help you to a sitting position.
You met her eyes, expecting to see disappointment and disgust, but instead being met with nothing but love pooling in her brown eyes.Â
Her hands moved from your wrists, gently intertwining her hands with yours.Â
âThereâs my girl. Letâs try and get that breathing to slow down. Wanna get some more air in those beautiful lungs of yours, yeah?â She cooed, her eyes encouraging.
You nodded, and she took one of your hands, placing it on her stomach as she took exaggerated breaths as an example.
You began to copy her, your eyes not leaving hers, feeling safe as you lost yourself in her.
She squeezed your hands softly. âLook at you go. Breathing all by yourself. Iâm so proud of you, mi vida,â she whispered as you found yourself finally able to breathe steadily.
You both sat there for a few more minutes, her allowing you the space to feel whatever you may be feeling as you came back to your senses.
You opened your mouth to speak, struggling to find words to express your needs. As if she had read your mind, Rio let go of your hands to reposition herself against the headboard of the bed and opened her arms to you.
You smiled at her in gratitude, moving to sit in between her legs, laying your back against her front as she held you.
You both sat in silence for a few moments, just soaking in each otherâs presence; Rio running her fingers through your hair with one hand and softly caressing your leg with the other.
Eventually, she spoke.
âIâm so proud of you.â
You shrugged against her and she shook her head.
âIâm serious, my love. Iâm proud of you for calling for me.â
âFeel weak,â you mumbled as you hung your head.
Rio furrowed her brows, turning you to face her. âQuite the contrary, love. You are the bravest person I know. You can handle these things on your own. I know you can. But you knew it wasnât what was best for you, so you called for me. And Iâm so grateful to be in love with such a strong, beautiful girl who knows how to help herself,â she said, her voice full of adoration that brought tears to your eyes.
âI love you, Rio,â you choked out, your hands finding her cheeks, thumbs brushing against the skin softly.
She placed her hands on your waist, allowing you to initiate the kiss.
You brought her face to yours, kissing her with all the love you had. She kissed you back, softly, always softly, pecking your lips softly as you pulled away.
âI love you most, my precious girl,â she said, laughing as you rolled your eyes at her need to turn everything into a competition.
She kissed the tip of your nose, relishing in the way you wrinkled it at the sensation.
âAlright, I prescribe you a glass of water, some chocolate chip pancakes, and cuddles with your hot girlfriend,â she said as she got up, smirking at you.
She beamed in triumph as you giggled. âWell if thatâs what the doctor herself ordered, who am I to disagree?â you teased.
âMy thoughts exactly. Iâll be right back, my brave girl. I love you,â she said, her eyes softening again.
âI love you, Rio Vidal,â you said with a smile, and she blew you a kiss before exiting your bedroom.
Yes, she was Lady Death, but to you, Rio Vidal would always be your gentle love.
#agatha all along#rio vidal x reader#marvel one shot#rio vidal#aubrey plaza#aubrey plaza x reader#rio x reader#agatha all along x reader
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Fluffvember Prompt 10 - Accommodating
@ajscico Iâve been meaning to write some Sky & Time comfort for you for a long while and finally came up with something! Have a random post-Elastic Heart scene :)
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Skyâs body ached. His world was jostling strangely, a muffled voice in his ear accompanied by a steady heartbeat. Dull light pierced through his eyelids, making his head ache. He groaned a little, tilting his face into fabric to hide from it.
A hand settled over the back of his head, catching him a little off guard. His brain tried to piece together what was happening, and he realized he must be resting against someone.
âHe awake?â That sounded like Wild.
âTrying to be, I think.â Oh. Oh. He was resting against Time.
How in the world� Other voices started registering in his head, and he tried to carve some kind of story out of the mess.
âTold you it would wear him out.â
âOkay, saying something would wear someone out is not the same as them collapsing.â
âHush, youâll wake him up!â
âHe needs to wake up, when was the last time he ate or drank? Has anybody been keeping track?â
Sky furrowed his brow a little. Had he collapsed? He tried moving, but his body responded sluggishly.
The hand in the back of his head slid down to his back, rubbing it a little. âSky?â
Blearily, the Skyloftian opened one eye to glance up at his leader. Time looked mostly serene, but there was a mild crease to his brow that denoted worry.
Sky hummed, the sound coming out rough and patchy, too tired to talk, and he buried his face back in the elderâs tunic.
He didnât know why heâd collapsed. Was he hurt? He didnât feel hurt. Just worn out.
He remembered the strike in the monster camp. Heâd been scouting with Warriors and Wild. Theyâd taken out the camp together. No one has gotten hurt.
Sky frowned. Was he still so weak after his escapade? It had been three days.
He didnât want to be useless to them after putting them through all that. Damn it.
Scrunching his nose, he let out a frustrated breath, pushing against Time to sit up. His elder supported him under his shoulders, hands steady.
âItâs okay,â Twilight said gently from beside him, hand on his back. âTake it easy. Wild has some food and water for you to help.â
âSky.â Timeâs voice was gentle but commanding, catching his attention. âRelax. We can help you. I donât want you pushing yourself too much.â
Sky tried not to feel pathetic or upset. He tried to focus instead on how much his fellow heroes were willing to help. And⊠how warm and comforting it felt to be held by their leader. Slowly, he shifted, letting himself lean back down against Timeâs chest. His leader adjusted him a little so he could receive some water from Wild, but his arm was wrapped firmly around the teenager, holding him close.
Sky pushed the memory of that desert dungeon away, the memory of apologizing over and over again as his breath left him, as Time held him. He imagined that Time was trying to do the same.
Heâd caused so much damage.
He knew better than to apologize. Time would chew him out. So instead he just let himself be held, let himself be comforted, and sacrificed what little pride he had so that Time could have that comfort too.
âIâm okay,â he said tiredly after sipping on some water.
Timeâs grip tightened, hugging him a bit more. It was the closest heâd get to an admission of worry. The man was fairly private with his feelings.
He heard the captain next as he ruffled his hair. âOf course you are. You just need to rest some more. That ought to make you happy.â
Sky frowned, shooting a grumpy glare at the older hero, and everyone laughed.
âEat,â Time prompted. âThen go back to sleep.â
Sky sighed. Heâd indulge him. Heâd indulge all of them. He was used to pushing through far worse, but⊠there was no reason to.
âWe got you, buddy,â Twilight said gently.
The words echoed in his mind as he ate, as Wild took the empty bowl away, as Time leaned back against a pile of blankets, letting Sky use him as a bed. For once, he didnât berate himself. He just let himself enjoy it. Heâd push harder tomorrow.
But for tonight, heâd let his brothers-in-arms take care of him.
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â⯠R U MINE?
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cw. 18+ mdni. gen "just the tip" narumi, afab!reader. no condoms, lap sitting, dry humping, biting/marking, creampie, teasing, pâv sex, lots of swearing, attempts at humour lol...
NARUMI GEN has been ignoring you for six hours and thirty-four minutes.
In the time since you've arrived to his room, you've taken a nap, had some yakisoba, brushed your teeth, went on a nice doom scroll, and gotten back into bed.
And Gen... has barely looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you.
Had you known that buying him the DLC for his all-time favourite title would lead to you being abandoned, you would have gotten him something more practicalâa new comforter, or multivitamins, or condoms, for goodness sake.
But here you are, dangling off the edge of his futon with blood rushing to your head. In your haziness, you can just make out his body filtering the light of his console. The soft sounds of the game fill the room, driving you to the brink of insanity.
"Gen," you whine quietly from the bed, watching him shuffle in his spot on the floor to crack his stiff back. "Come to bed."
"A couple more minutes," he huffs, turning around on his knees so you can see his chest. "Almost done."
Even with his promise, his attention never leaves the screen, the blue light cast onto his face making the circles under his eyes all the more evident. You pout, leering at his console, then him.
The noise that leaves you is indignant, irritation rising into your throat until it wills you to slip off the futon. Gen's eyes briefly flicker up to scrutinize you when you thud unceremoniously onto the floor, but then he pays you no mind while you shuffle over to him on your hands and knees.
"You're a jerk," you murmur, ducking under his arms to snake your way against his body. He grunts but lets you wiggle your way into his arms anyway, holding the console up high so you can't obstruct it.
"And you're clingy," he jabs back, though his words are devoid of malice.
He adjusts you carefully so that he can wrap his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder to see his screen. Your arms wrap around his neck until you're snug against him, finally warm and comfortable in his lap.
Your satisfaction lasts about three minutes. Again, he's ignoring you even though you're cradled against him.
You resort to desperate measures.
It starts with an adjustment that makes his eyes narrow. At first, it's subtleâthe slightest roll of your hips and the faintest of friction as you settle deeper into his lap.
Gen can't tell if it's on purpose, the way you're so perfectly grinding against his dick that's getting hard at an alarming rate for what could be no reason.
Then, it's clear as day what your intention is when you release your hug around his neck to favour raking your nails down his chest with a sultry look.
His hand flies from his joycon to your waist, lip wobbling to give away his weak conviction as he scolds you. "Quit that," he hisses quietly.
The pads of his fingers roughly squeeze at your flesh, trying to force your body into submissive immobility. Still, you double down, gently sinking into the divot of his lap and keening into him.
"I'm lonely," you say, words so breathless that he can hardly hear them over his game. He shivers, and the expression he gives you sends a lick of heat down your spine.
You can't decipher whether he wants to be stern or if he wants to beg for just one more delicious swirl of your hipsâperhaps both, though the words seem stuck in his throat either way. You smile sweetly knowing how easy he is to have.
Despite everything, Gen loves the simplicity of being yours.
He doesn't need to think twice. In fact, he'd rather be mauled to pieces by a Kaiju than do anything but be yours. That's why he gives in so easilyâsetting down the console so fast that he doesn't even save his progress.
Gen barely gets halfway through his complaint, muttering about how you'll be the death of him, when your lips find the front of his throat. "Shit," he curses, both hands roaming up your sides. He stops at your ribs, giving you a look of disapproval.
"Play fair," he warns.
"I am playing fair," you argue, then proceed to nudge his jaw with your nose. He sucks in a sharp breath as you pepper kisses up his jaw to the space just below his ear, not missing even a centimetre of his skin.
Gritting his teeth, he does everything he can to not give in to you right away. It would be totally lame for him to fall for your little ploy.
"Gen... Gen," you chant his name softly between pants, kisses littered down his neck until you reach his Adam's apple. It bobs violently as you linger there, silently considering how you should torment him next.
His warm hands dip down to where your thighs meld into your hips, unfurling the bottom of your shirt so he can feel the expanse of skin beneath the pads of his fingers.
Gen wastes no time tracing over your sides up to your chest. He's shameless in his grabbing and pinching, making sure to remember every inch of your body as if that would give him control of the situation back.
You draw in a slow breath, curling into his touch until he can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his. He reaches for the console, the screen dim now that he's been inactive.
"Need to save," he grumbles.
He feels the smooth plastic of his joycon for only a millisecond before his hand flies back to your hip. The reason? He's about to do something as humiliating as cum in his pants because of a little dry humping.
"Did you get it?" You ask breathlessly, feeling the hardness in his sweats pressed firmly against you.Â
"Yup," he lies, rutting into you like a teenager who can't control himself. "Totally."
Gen is going to lose it, actually. He can feel every bit of self-control slipping. (Though, he's never been good at it in the first place.)
âI want you.â
Each word is interrupted by another press of your lips against his warm skin up to his tight jaw.
"Ran out of condoms, you know that. You tryâna kill me?" Gen asks with a dry swallow, patience wearing thin as you kiss the corner of his lips.
âI want you,â you say once more into his mouth as if it were a spell being cast. âNeed you. Please? Just a bit? You can pull out, baby.â You wiggle your hips side to side, gently coaxing him into giving you just an inch.
Fuck. How could he say no to that?
It's embarrassing how fast he frees his dick from the constraints of his pants and boxers, as if he were just waiting for you to ask politely. If you didn't look as riled up as he did, you probably would have called him out on it.
Thank god you're too busy panting into his mouth as he clumsily helps you out of your shorts to leave your bottom bare in his lap.
The tip of his dick kisses your hole and he groans, eyes glued to the way you wet him with so much slick. He runs his length up and down your folds, thumb pressed against the vein so nicely that the friction is electrifying.
Even so, he feels bad not making you cum at least once first. You watch in surprise as he spits into his palm and fists himself a few times, coating his member in the hopes that you'll take him easier.
The noise you make when he first pushes the head past your entrance is addicting.
You curse in sync, soft whimpers matching as he sinks shallowly into you. Gen tries to speak but words fail him, so he opts to nip at your throat insteadâa silent apology for not helping you cum first.
It takes a minute for you to adjust to the stretch. He leaves a trail of gentle kisses up and down the side of your neck, relishing in the tiny gasps and moans that escape you in the process.
You give his hips one firm squeeze with your thighs to tell him you're ready to move, andâ
"Oh, shit," he moans, your walls squeezing him when you sink down and ride back up like you have dozens of times before. It never gets old.
He wants to move his hips, too. He wants to fuck you until you're a puddle in his lap. Then he gets the urge to cum humiliatingly early again and bites the inside of his cheek to push the thought away.
If he didn't know any better, he would think that unsatisfied look twisting in your face was nothing. However, he knows you have even less self-control than he does.
And what do you know? Gen chokes on his spit when you sink down noticeably further.
âHahâŠâ He laughs humourlessly, breath ghosting in your ear. âYou fuckinâ asshole.â
âI slipped,â you argue weakly, dragging your hips upward until his aching tip is just about to spill out of you. Then you glide back down, and the way your pussy swallows up the extra length once again nearly makes him cry out.
âYou said just the tip,â Gen warns, but the way he buries himself yet another inch deeper says it all.
âIâm not the only one who needs that reminder,â you tease, jaw falling slack as he shallowly humps into you.Â
The way he fucks you is sloppy, hips rolling into yours with no real rhythm. Heat boils in his stomach, and by the time the fog clears from his heady mind, he realizes far too late that he's filled you with another inch.
Gen chokes again, groaning into your skin while he sinks his fangs into your shoulder. It's so goodâtoo good, he can't fucking help himself.
"You're so annoying, y'know that?" He mutters. You whine high and needy in response, hands wandering up his shoulders to wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair.
Screw words. He'll just tell you the only other way he knows how. Screw you and the temptation he can never resist. Screw just fucking you a little bit.
Gen loves doing things halfway, but never this. Never you.
He nudges his way up to your ear, nipping gently at the lobe. "You're in for it now."
And suddenly his hand is trailing down your stomach and between your thighs. You sputter when the pad of his thumb squeezes against your clit.
"Gen?" You squeak in surprise. He kisses his way to your cheek, lips lingering there for a moment before his thumb starts circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Shut up," he murmurs, relishing in the way his deliberate movements draw breathy pants from your throat. Your walls squeeze him deliciously, nearly milking his poor, leaky cock.
Gen was always so mean to youâit's because he could never get tired of the soft sounds spilling from your swollen lips. There was no boss fight, no new console unboxing; nothing could ever feel as good as the way your walls hug him.
He finally rolls up into your warmth, pushing and filling you up until his hips are flush against yours. The wet smack is deafening. He's so fucked. There's no way he'll be coherent enough to pull out in time.
"Look what you did," he laughs, but it comes short. Groaning instead, he buries his face against you to kiss down the valley of your chest and back up to your shoulder where he stops to bite. "How 'm I supposed to pull out now?"
Painting a picture of flooding you with his cum until you're full and leaking makes his cock throb inside of you, earning him a pleased noise. You bounce with pathetic effort, hip stopped in place with one hand while the other works you undone between your thighs.
"Don't know what I'm gonna do with you."
"Just be quiet and cum inside of me, Gen," you huff, conviction finally thrown out the window in favour of having your cunt stuffed with his spend.
"Nuh-uh. You said to pull out. You'd kick my ass later."
"I won'tâ" you gasp, his dick abusing a soft, spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "I will not!"
"Nah. You asked for this."
You open your mouth to protest again, only for it to snap shut when he thrusts into you so roughly that your voice leaves you.
"Cat got your tongue?"
You glare at your boyfriend, though you look to be on the verge of tears. The sight makes him all the needier, chasing the high he knows is coming.
"Just kiddin', babe," he snickers. "I'll give you what you want."
And he does. He always does.
Gen finally releases your hip, allowing you to ride him properly. He matches your rhythm, the depth he reaches causing your knees to shake against the floor.
He fixates on the glistening ring of white at the base of his cock where your pussy swallows him up. It's too much. He loves this so much. He loves you so much.
There's only about ten things in the entire world that could make Gen put down a good game. Half of them are Kaiju related. The other half all have your name attached to them.
He gives you a look, knowing and sly as he rolls your clit gently between his fingers. That's all it takes for you to topple into his chest, shivering and squirming while you cum on his dick.
Gen only lasts another few rolls of his hips until he's spilling inside of you, shoving his face into the space between your shoulder and neck to hide his pathetic strain.
Your pulse races against his cheek. There's a sharpness in your breath as you catch it, body still trembling in his lap with every minute shift of his hips.Â
His switch makes a noise to tell him his battery is low. Gen pulls away from the crook of your neck just enough to look at the blinking notification. He's just about to reach over to save whenâ
"More," you rasp into his ear.
His hand falters in the air, and the twitch of his cock is telling enough.
"I gotcha," he grunts, fist clenched tight as he draws it back to wrap around your back and pull you flush into his chest.
If his console dies, he has no qualms making up that six hours and thirty-four minutes of gameplay again. An easy price to pay as long as he gets to be yours.
#hymn.âŻ#gen narumi smut#gen narumi x reader#gen narumi#narumi gen#narumi gen x reader#narumi gen smut#kn8 x reader#kn8 smut#kaiju no.8 smut#kaiju no.8 x reader
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Ayy, I have been very quiet on here cos I ran out of juice a bit, but I have been thinking dumb thoughts nonethelessâŠ
Post Puzzle House stuff I keep thinking about:
KppâAr
While Iâm super sad KppâAr did not make it into ANY actual panels of the comic, I still love the contrast between the way he roasted dream Viren in s5 with the way he clearly put painstaking thought and care into his carousel ride for Soren and Claudia⊠go grandad :)
Anyway I have been considering the reason why KppâAr was looking for a unicorn ion the first place⊠and why Atticus thought he was building a strange and powerful magical contraption⊠and I kinda like the idea that KppâAr was already thinking about slaying an archdragon way before Viren and Harrow got in on the act⊠maybe because this was the diplomatic route he and Atticus decided to take through human/Xadian relationsâŠ
And that Viren had an inkling of what was going on and begged for said horn to be used to help Soren instead and got a lecture on putting the greater good of the kingdom ahead of individual gain. A lecture which spectacularly backfired when he coined KppâAr and took the High Mage post, but which came back with a vengeance ten years down the line when he valued an egg over the life of his son⊠priorities right⊠idk⊠I'm figuring Kpp'Ar would have had a change of heart anyway but there is a lot of room in my head for a version of events that is a little darker than the show and while I know it wonât be this, I do like my mages troubled and twisted...
Claudia
Eh Claudia only being able to open up her emotions to a giant rock and then the words of comfort sheâs given - you will find a way like a river through rock... which is very Claudia⊠or even a rock through a river of lava⊠ahem...
Anyway Claudiaâs the ideas one in the family⊠Viren is⊠IDEK⊠sometimes Iâm like my guy what are you doing? You pick up a two headed soul fang serpent on your way through the midnight desert AND YET itâs Claudia who has to come up with the soul swap idea? Like were you planning on keeping this as an exotic and highly dangerous pet just for the hell of it?
Claudia figures out the puzzle house, Claudia gets the unicorn horn, Claudia finds a way through the border and whenever Viren is asked whatâs the plan dude heâs just like⊠meh⊠dunno letâs wing it? I would bet it was Claudia who came up with illusion Viren for Soren to stab, sheâs doing all the heavy lifting and it started here...
Still, I am super invested in her and Virenâs weird co-dependence because itâs messy and full of angst and their own special sort of unhealthy love.
The family hugs become a little more awkward over the years... but they try
Viren
Haha while Viren really only portrayed his woeful parenting skills in this comic - itâs complicated does seem the appropriate tagline to his life⊠Â
Soren
Welp, since his change of allegiance in s3 I donât think so much about Soren⊠my bad, itâs just the horrible sort of person I am, but eh book Soren was pretty cute... baby Soren weirds me out a little with his big eyes and his âdaddy daddyâ.
A Unicorn glade just existing somewhere in Katolis??
This⊠this is like something that drives me a little crazy⊠plus I am a sucker for The Last Unicorn and Legend and I fully sympathise with KppâAr going through his my little pony unicorn phase and having crisis of conscience when he realises heâll never find oneâŠ
Post Season 5 stuff I have been thinking about:
Virenâs Dark Magic DreamâŠ
Yup... nothing else to say here⊠lmao
#okay thereâs probably a few other things to say but Iâll come to them at a later point.. hopefully..#or not.. the mind is willing but the body is weak or something..#only both my mind and body are weak so Iâm fighting a losing battle haha#puzzle house
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My favorite animals are ceohalopods. I want you to know that last month, right after I cooed at a video of an octopus and called them cute and some of the smartest being on Earth, how I wish it was ethicalf and wanted them to take over the world
And then I went and ate a bowl of tempura calamari.
I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I'm like. Wow. I get it.
I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They're happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I'd fight a wolf for these guys. I'd go way the Hell out of my way for them. I'd carry their young for miles on my own back.
#and ill do that shit again#although#ive been thinking about the ethics of it recently#the fishing industry is kinda shitty#and like#we really gotta try to be mindful about our contribution to the pollution and endangerment of aquatic creatures#as well as the mistreatment of creatures in mass corporate fisheries#I have to reevaluate my morals and see if this is something i really am willing to be weak on#I also feel I've been lacking on my advocacy in that area when previously i was more strong and vocal about it#bleh#obliviousfantasy633#anyways#youre not a monster for eating animals#do what is right for your body and life <3#we are omnivores. it is natural#tis why we have/had wisdom teeth
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sometimes i feel like if i focused hard enough i could gather all this creative energy and explode into smithereens and all that'd be left behind is a heap of papers covered in completed art and writing
#i wish. i WISH !!#theres so much art in this frail frame of mine but the body does not let me make it all fhsdgjkl#whats that one silly phrase#the mind is willing but the flesh is weak... something along those lines. i think maybe thats backwards. but whatever it applies to this#if it were up to ME the little me that sits inside the brain and pilots this physical body then i'd make SOOOO much art#but unfortunately the body is me and i have to work with what it is (malnourished and chronically fatigued rest in shit LMAO)#but i've got . so many ideas and so much motivation so often that i just cannot do anything with bc ... too tired fdskjl#dandy.cmd
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⥠TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, yandere, captive reader, omegaverse, forced bonding is implied, subjugation, some type of sexism, soft dom, but extremely patronizing
⥠fem reader
You offer to go down on him for the first time since he claimed you for himself, and his heart swells with all sorts of blissâshock and awe, love and prideâutterly overjoyed at the pretty sight of you, so pliant and on your knees, acting like a proper Omega for a changeâhis cutest little mate. Itâs so adorable he ought to take pictures, yet he doesnât want to miss a thing or spoil the moodâafter all, you always get so embarrassed when he brings the camera out.
So he settles for just watchingâhis adoring eyes resting on you, admiring how you struggle to fit all of him inside your mouth, thinking itâs the just cutest and sweetest how you try so hard for him. Bless whatever brought this new change of behavior on. He canât be grateful enough.
It was only a couple of days ago when youâd still bite and claw and run away from him at every turn, growling and snarling like a rabid wildling and not the sweet Omega he knew you could be with the proper love and care. Maybe itâs just thatâhas his love for you finally tamed you? Oh, he couldnât be more pleased if thatâs it.
Look at you⊠trying your very best. He didnât mind if you could only fit half of himâjust seeing you try to take it all made him more than happy. The way your pink tongue slides along his veinsâall teasingly and ticklishâmakes him smile while looking down at you. Petting your head in smooth, encouraging strokesâreminding you to breathe every now and again.
He even pinches your cheek when you cough, crooning, âCareful now, thereâs no need to rush, babyâtake it slow.â
You curse him from where you kneel at his feet, trying to get it over with quickly. Despite your struggles, he seems pleased, and you think you might have managed to get yourself off the hook. That is⊠until he wraps his cock with one of his big hands and pulls it away from you.Â
âI think thatâs enough for now,â he says in his best attempt at sounding suave by nature, and yet, as you look up at him, you see it plain as day.
It makes your guts foldâthe eagerness that encompasses him as he looks down at you with kind eyes and a smileânot completely able to hide the frenzy behind it.
No, please, you sulk inwardlyâyour clit is so sensitive from yesterday, you think you might die if he toys with it again today. You almost indulge the urge to scoot back, attempt to crawl away, and hide in false hope. But you know, chasing you around would just serve as kindling to his inner animalâhe would take it as a game, hunting and pinning you down only to lick you clean like a dug-up bone.
You shudder at the thought and almost beg him to allow you to continue, almost insist you can do better, but all you manage is to bite your tongue and cry instead.
âYou did so good, baby, donât pout,â he coos, cradling your face and lifting it up to let him kiss it sillyâchastely yet excessivelyâquick pecks all over, the same way youâd kiss something thatâs just too cute for its own good.
Itâs his way of comforting you, you suppose, or it might just be him poking fun. You can never really tell with himâif his coddling is all some act or something even more unsettling. But you suppose it doesnât really matter either.
âCome here, baby, and Iâll do the rest, okay?â he asks, and yet it isnât a question as he hauls you up off the floor and repositions you as he sees fitâon your back, belly-up beneath him.
His alpha pheromones are quick to overwhelm you, thick and suffocating, pouring over you in waves, drenching you in sweat and something elseâsomething that makes everything sensitive.
The former fight you had when you were still independent has all but left you completelyâsiphoned from your being every day thatâs passed and left you soft like the rest of those Omegas you vowed youâd never becomeâweak-willed with a body even more so. You feel like a stuffed animal at this point, full of cloudy cotton with a broken voice device that only knows how to squeak when played with.
He takes you beneath the knees and folds them down neatly by your headâone large hand taking both your summoned ankles in a single gripâand youâre locked in, unable to do much else other than pantâkept from breathing too much by the weight of your own thighs pressing down on you.
This had been what you were trying to avoidâthis awful position which he seems to love just as much as you dread.
He whistles in awe at the pretty sight of youâall squished beneath him like thatâface flushed, and your bloated lips parted with cute little draws of breathâtits bunched together, glossed in a sheen of sweat and heaving with the labored rise and fall of your chestâand that adorable cunt, wet and puffy, swollen up like a pink pillow eagerly waiting for him, a soft bed for his cock and a perfectly bite-sized slice of his favorite cake. His gut rumbles, and his mouth soaks. To think he hasnât had a single taste all dayâheâs beyond starving.
You squirm under him, and he chuckles again, this time breathilyâshowing more of the unsightly animal with the low growl that seeps into his voice, âSuch a pretty girlâŠâ Itâs unclear if heâs talking to you as his inkwell eyes are set on something else. He sags forward, back hunched as he bows down to face the object of his desire with only a hairâs breadth of separationâbreaths thick, puffed hot against youâcanines bared in an eerie smile. âSo shyâŠâ
He ignores your wiggling completelyâpinching the chunk of cunt where your clit hides, making it peak forth like a little button to press, and his grin broadens.
âThere it is,â he licks his teeth with a raspy sighâeyes wide and deadset. âMy beauty.â
You squirm a little more, even though you know youâre not going anywhere until heâs satisfied. He doesnât waste much more timeânot allowing you to prepare. Keeping the pinch, he opens his mouth wide and takes the chub with eyes closed, tongue flattened and wide, cloaking your exposed clit with thirst. âMmghâŠâ
He always gets like thisâcute-aggressive and pussy-whipped. Itâs as if he and your cunt have their own private affair, the way he completely ignores you. No, thatâs not entirely fairâhe gets like that when feeding you his tongue as well, but you suppose itâs easier making out with your pussy as it doesnât need to get up for air.Â
Neither does he, it seems.
He groans loudly and releases your clit from his pinching gripâbut keeps his whole mouth on youâlips, tongue, and allânose and chin too, buried there while his hand moves down to slip three digits inside, filling you up with little regard to the stretch.
Your breath flares and shudders with a whimpery moan, toes curling along with his fingers, biting your lip at how he hooks them right into the soft spot of your gummy walls, then fingerbangs you fast, right down to the knuckles each time.
âFuck, babyâso, so good, always so good,â he slurs out into you, tongue otherwise too engaged to bother sounding coherent, yet you understand nonetheless, even though you can never really get used to itâhow utterly unashamed he is. âCome on, baby, cum fâmoâcum on my faceââ he all but happily begs, tongue out, slurping your slit brazenly.
Heâs not a very classic Alphaâhow he worships you on his hands and knees with a throat full of plead and praise. He doesnât even touch himselfâcock left hung and bobbing against the bedsheets, hard and strung up with a net of veins, pilling pearls of pre that all go to wasteâtoo busy with you.Â
Itâs stupid how youâre the one who ends up feeling ignored as the unwanted and overwhelming pleasure manhandles you into submission.
âCum, baby, give it to me.â
You mewl as his tongue draws something out from within you, making your clit blare and thrum with your heartbeat. You struggle to enjoy it, you always do, feeling forced to surrender, and yet the more you try and deny it, the firmer his hold gets, relentless as he sends you right over the edge. You yelp and seize up once it takes youâclenching tightly around his digits as they unknot your insides, turning you into utter putty in his palm.Â
And even then, he doesnât stopâas if he doesnât know howâsighing with elation as you quake on his tongue. That crooked smile on his face, nothing short of predatory and vile as he maintains the motion of his fingers, moaning in turn at your cute spasming and all the wordless babble that leaves your lips as you shake your head, crying for him to leave it alone. âPleaâ no moreâstop, too muchââ
He just chuckles against youâyou really are too cute for your own good. Silly little Omega, donât you know what your pheromones do to him? But okay, fine, since you asked nicely. He gives the slit one last thorough lick before wiping his smile while sitting up.
You havenât even started coming down when he dabs the weight of his shaft upon the sensitivity, cooing at the lewd little plaps it makes, all slick as he slides the length between your flustered pussylipsâfucking through the fat of the mound, running over your full clit, again and again, while listening to you squeak more nothings.
He only croons, âYeah, I know you like that, babyâthis pretty pussy of yours just loves my attention, doesnât it?" His eyes seem to glow with something sickly, his voice thin, just shy of unhinged. "Always so cute, I could die.â
He canât get over itâyouâre too adorable like this. Watching you pleasure him was a welcome surprise, but ultimately, this is how he always wants youâflipped and pinned with your cunt exposed to his every wishâhis favorite toy that never disappoints.
âYour pretty pussyâs always such a crybaby, yâknow that? Look how it weeps fâmoâso needy to get stuffed. I bet you want my knot, huh?â he keeps mumbling while using his cock to play with your overworked cunt without yet entering it. âAlright, babyâdonât worryâIâll give it to you,â he rasps, drooling.
You canât keep from whimpering when the bed jostles, accounting for his repositioning as he moves to mount you with his feet planted down flat on the bed. Your ankles are pinned passed your head at this point, tipping your cunt up higher than your head.
âYeahâIâll give you what you want.â His voice darkens, and so does the look in his eyesâsoaked in something you donât likeâsomething wild and downright terrifying. âAnd Iâll give it to you good.â
You almost protest, but you know thereâs no getting through to himânot with that expression. You hate Alphas, you hate him, and you really hate this awful poseâthis mating-press pile-driving overkill where he always bullies into the backroom of your cunt, insisting on fucking your cervix as he digs his cockhead right at the mouth of your womb, knotting you and filling you up with the full worth of his load. It never fails to make you feel utterly wrecked and bedridden in the morning.
But he doesnât care about that. You have no places youâre supposed to be anywayânowhere aside from right here, in his bed, where you belongâhis sweet Omega bride whoâs going to give him lots of pups.
He lines himself up, pressing his head past the ringâwatching it swallow around him and biting his lip at the sight. âLook at it, babyâlook as I stuff that perfect pussy all the way upââ
He sinks in slowly, revering your cunt for every inch you receiveâwatching it in awe as it takes the entirety of his length right down to the base. Itâs like a magic trick how it all disappearsâyouâre so tiny, and yet youâre built for this, to take every part of him in, hugging his shaft with velvet heat, milking him as he kneads the spot inside you that always makes you cry out so good for him.
âYes, babyâthatâs my girlâtake it all,â he coos, all but sitting on your ass with his cock down your cunt. âItâs like your pussyâs made for me, isnât it? Perfectly tight, perfectly deep, perfectly wet and chunky to feel like Iâm fucking heaven itselfââ
You feel no different from a toy when he does thisâa squeaky toy manufactured for a Chihuahua puppy, yet mistakenly given to a full-grown Rottweiler. He straight dogs your cunt through several peaksâso soaked now that it fossettes down both the slope of your belly and the cliff of your spine. And still, he keeps going, rambling on like usualâall words that fail to reach you.
Youâre so lightheaded youâre on the brink of passing outâoverheating and out of strength, numb and tingly, beyond happy when you finally feel his knot swell within, propping you to take his seed.Â
He keels overâhis thighs pressed down tightly atop yoursâpanting above youâeyes half-mast and glazed, almost crying in bliss while feeding you his cum, knowing it's flooding your womb, breeding you full of warmth and love.
âYes, every drop, babyâitâs all yours.â He keeps a thumb rubbing over your clit as he croons. Voice beyond lovesick, âLetâs make too many pups to count.â
⥠BNHA â Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Natsuo, Mirio ⥠JJK â Gojo, Geto ⥠HQ â Kuro, Miya twins ⥠BLLK â Nagi, Bachira ⥠DS â Doma ⥠WB â Umemiya, Togame
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In The Darkness
Shadow demon x fem!readerâ sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms, bondage (cuffs), groping, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v sex, finger sucking, aftercare
Your shadow demon bf had opened your eyes and welcomed you into a whole new world of pleasure that was just waiting to you both to explore. And you have. Youâve done things you never thought youâd enjoy due to the love and trust you have in your bf. In return youâve gained so many new experiences that youâd never want to take back.
At this point youâve pretty much stopped asking questions whenever your shadow demon bf proposes that he wants to try something new with you. But this time you think you have to ask some questions.
Because when your shadow demon bf tells you that he wants to fuck you in complete darkness, youâre insanely confused. Sure, you two have never done that before. Always having on at least a candle so that you can see each other as your bf fucks your brains out. But this is far from the craziest thing you two have ever done and itâs left you having no clue whatâs going on.
Still, you trust your bf. You follow his exact instructions and you relish in the submission of it. Of letting go of all thought and action, your bfâs voice being your only guiding light. Especially as the darkness surrounds you and itâs the only true thing you can grasp onto.
Tingles shoot up your spine. A smirk begins to play on your lips as you realize the possible appeal. A eery chuckle shifts through the darkness and you jump as a moment later two clawed hands firmly grip onto the waist of your bare form. The prickly tips of sharpened claws caress up and down the curve of your stomach, leaving sparks in their wake.
âWhat a vision you are in the darkness, my heart. Now do you see mine?â Your bfâs haunting yet alluring voice whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise along your skin and your smile widens, getting a sense of his intentions with this newest request.
His touch as gentle as the wind, coursing through the pathway of your body till he reaches your breasts and the caress turns firm and purposeful. Groping you and pulling you tightly into his large chest. Your grasp rings out through the dark silent space. Itâs echos vibrating and increasing the tension between you.
Leaning back into the comfort of his embrace, you moan. Nothing else to turn to, to focus on, besides his touch. Bringing the sensations to a new height till youâre writhing against him before heâs even done anything to you.
âNear total sensory deprivation, the only real thing being my voice. All of your senses now completely at my mercy,â Shadow demon bf rasps darkly, finally giving you some of his reasoning behind all this.
You have to admit that the idea of it is arousing and your body agrees as your pussy floods with your essence. Always so nice and wet for him, you canât help it. Everything he says has your nerves standing on edge and your cunt fluttering and begging to be filled.
Careful claws tease and tweak at your nipples, whimpers escaping you as you tremble in his secure hold. You cry out, rubbing your thighs together to gain any semblance of friction you can get. Yet itâs not enough, your hole so achingly empty and needing to be stuffed full. Your mind grows foggy and centers in on this one desperate thought.
âLost in the void and who is the only thing that can ground you?â Shadow demon bf whispers into your ear again, his forked tongue slithering out and licking along the smooth curve of your ear.
The sensation is quick, tantalizing, and gone far too soon. You whimper, leaning back into him. Your body, floating as if on cloud nine, seeking out that skilled tongue of his. Knowing with every fiber in whatâs left of your present being that youâll get it. So long as youâre good for him.
âYou are,â you croak out, voice weak and wanting.
A low rumbles moves through your bfâs chest in agreement, clearly pleased with your willing and eager response. The loss of his touch on your breasts, on your hard nipples, is a hit your floating mind can barely handle. A loud whine escaping you until his cool touch returns, moving along your curves. The further down he goes the less you can breathe, simply waiting.
âThatâs right, my starlight,â he says as his deft fingers dip into your folds, spreading them and spearing themselves along your slit. Your breath knocks out of you, exhaling heavily as he ignites the nerves of your pussy lips. They clench and contort around him, mindlessly guiding the digits to delve inside your hole.
Shadow demon bf chuckles at the feeling, causing your cheeks to tinge with red. Thankful that even if he can feel you, he wonât be able to see you in your lewdness. Another thing the darkness around you provides. Another thing youâre looking forward to. Your bfs voice and the slow glide of his fingers snaps you out of your thoughts.
âYou overwhelm me, sweet one. You are all I feel and all that grounds me to this plane. I believe itâs time I repay the favor.â
Shadow demon bfâs fingers donât leave you as his other hand guides you to bend down at the waist. Your own arms reach out, carelessly searching through the darkness until you find it. Fingers curl around the metal cuffs suspended in front of you. The click of each lock as they enclose around your wrists has your back arching, bracing yourself for whatâs to come.
âLook at you, so good and ready for me,â Shadow demon bf mumbles, drawing lazy circle against your clit as he kneels down on the ground behind you. You whimper and push back, though his free hand is quick to grab at your plush thigh. Keeping you in place.
His keen eyes reflect in the darkness, giving him access to view everything in front of him. Yet you remain completely clueless. Just how he wants you. Your legs spread further as his fingers slide back down your slit, giving him the sight of your beautiful dripping pussy. Your essence dribbling down your thighs and making such a mess. A mess heâs more than ready to clean up.
In an instant that tongue youâve been waiting for is back and itâs back with a vengeance. Your body jolts, cuffs clanging and ringing in your ears, surprised by the sudden slick texture of his forked tongued sliding along your thigh and pushing through your folds. Not having expected more than his touch at the moment. The darkness riding you of knowing whatâll happen next.
Though your anticipation doesnât have time to build as shadow demon bf glides his tongue through your folds, swirling around your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You moan, body rolling into the sensations but not knowing where exactly to move. Leaving you to squirm in search of your bf.
Shadow demon bf grins viciously and you can feel it against your cunt, knowing his enjoying this. Loving how you struggle and silently beg for more of him. His hands shift to your hips, both keeping you in place and letting you know where heâll be.
All you get in warning is a growl before your bf begins ravaging your pussy, sloppily lapping up your cunt. His hands spread your ass cheeks, widening the entrance for his tongue to slide deep inside your weeping pussy. Pressure weighs down in your belly as your pleasure builds, rising onto your toes and giving him better access.
He grunts his thanks and repeats his rhythm with precise precision and never ending stamina. He doesnât stop fucking his tongue into your cunt until you explode around it. Your walls clenching around his tongue, your essence gushing onto his tastebuds. Shadow demon bf growls and unhinges his jaw, taking in every last damn drop and working you through it.
Both of you are breathing heavily as your orgasm begins to fade and your bf leans back. You still canât see, hear, or feel anything beside the cold metal around your wrists. The only noise your breaths. Aside from that the silence stretches on and it has the hair on the back of your neck standing up straight.
âReady for more?â Your bfs voice suddenly growls in your ear and you shout. Body jerking back and you immediately bump into his broad frame and right into his huge girth. His erection nestling against your ass.
Your eyes scatter and search the surroundings over the shoulder you hear him from but you canât see anything. Only darkness. Before you can respond your bf crashes his lips against yours and you let out another muffled shout. But you respond without a beat of hesitation, opening your mouth and welcoming his tongue back inside your body. Both of you moaning into it as your cum tickles your own tastebuds.
Shadow demon bfâs cock slowly starts grinding into you, neither of you breaking your kiss. You stay perfectly still for him, keeping yourself wide open and needy for his length. Still not getting your fill of wanting to be split in two.
With your body all prepped for him, your bf guides his dick through your folds. Whimpers leaving you as his tip bumps into your sensitive clit. Your bf nips at your tongue affectionately before you feel his big mushroom tip, leaking heavily with pre-cum, push at your entrance.
With a simply push forward, your bf breaks past your entrance, sinking down into your eager sopping cunt. Your jaw drops, a loud moan lights the room up with noise as his cock stretches your walls for all their worth. Forcing its way in and demanding you submit to its sheer girth and the pleasure itâll bring. You relax as much as you can, practically sucking him inside of you.
Shadow demon bf growls, your walls nearly suffocating him youâre so fucking tight. When he bottoms out his tip nudges at your cervix. The pain sharp and aching but so delicious. You close your eyes, basking in it all. You feel so full and so complete with him inside you.
Your breaths mingle and mix in the space between your mouths. Eyes open you continue trying to search for your bf in the dark, even knowing itâs useless. Wanting to see how much of a mess you make him and even maybe wanting him to see just how thoroughly he destroys you.
By the way he draws you, making you feel every thick and bulging vein along his cock against your walls before roughly snapping his hips back inside you, you almost swear he can see you. That he knows how much of a mess you truly make him. But thatâs impossible right?
All worries and thoughts leave you in the blink of an eye as Shadow Demon bf starts up his demolishing pace. Claws carefully sinking into you to keep you steady. A loud roar rumbles through the room and you jump in your bones, which only serves to push your body back into his intense thrusts.
Your bf grunts, clearly approving and you cry out as he starts moving your body back into his cock, having you meet the rough rolls of his hips. Your body tenses, cunt clenching down around him and having you feel even more full.
Tossing your head back, your teeth clench, pleasure crashing through you in waves you canât even think to stop as thereâs nothing else for you to ground yourself with. Your lost in the sea of pleasure, tingling sensations of arousal pulsing within your body and spreading out over and over again.
Your bf watches your body twist and contort in order to take his giant cock and everything itâs making you feel. A twisted satisfaction burns through him at how much of a beautiful mess you look. The sight has him picking up his pace, slamming his length inside you, molding your perfect pussy to his shape. Making his home here and showing you heâll never leave.
Moans and cries of pleasure are no longer enough as you release a fierce scream. You can faintly hear your bfs low groan, his voice feeling so far away. Lost in the abyss your hands try and reach for somethingâ anything. But the clang of the cuffs is all that rings true. Sparking an idea in your mind you try and reach forward, hoping you can ground yourself by placing the chain of the cuffs in your mouth.
But just as you reach it, Shadow demon bf pulls you back and burys his cock back inside your crying and begging cunt. Emotion wells up inside your chest and you sob, tears coming to your eyes. Your body moves back into your bfs chest and his voice comes back down to your ear.
âSh, sh, sh, my love. Itâs alright, youâre alright,â he whispers soothingly, hand coming up to stuff a few of his large fingers into your mouth. You whimper, sucking eagerly, letting the sturdy size of his digits ground you back down to earth and help calm you down.
His other hand soothingly caresses your stomach as he continues to fuck into you, his pace not slowing down for a second. Making sure to take care of all your needs at once. Small whimpers continue to leave you, feeling better as his presence surrounds you and stays in your mouth and pussy. You move back into his thrusts again, all on your own.
Tendrils of darkness creep up from the deep and curl around your body. Having been used to them they only provide further comfort to you. One long tentacle wraps up and strokes at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. With a firm press of his hand on your stomach and a few more snaps of his hips, you scream once more, this time around his fingers as your orgasm bursts through you.
Your cum paints Shadow demon bfâs cock, your walls spasming and clenching down on his length. Sparks shoot up his spine and his teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows right after you into climax, his heavy load splashing deeply against your womb and filling your pussy even more than you thought was possible. His hips still rocking into you until you both sag into each other.
Shadow demon bf slides out of you gently but you still hiss at the slight sting. As your combined release spills out of you, you shiver and clench down to keep it inside of you. Your bf lights the room with a snap of his fingers and you breathe a sigh of relief as your senses come back to you. As gently as always, he unlocks you from the cuffs. Massaging your wrists and kissing them adoringly.
He guides you to bed, whispering praises, recounting every moment of what just happened through his eyes. Letting you know how good you did, how perfect you were for him, how absolutely gorgeous you looked then and now, and asking how you feel to make sure youâre alright.
Pouring endless praise and love onto you as he cleans up the mess between your thighs before he sweeps you up into his arms the moment you two get into bed. Pressing soft kisses all of your face and sore body. Itâs only as you finally relax do you register all his words.
âCould you see me in the dark?â You ask incredulously, voice slightly raspy as you connect the dots. Your bf chuckles and you squeeze your eyes shut, dreading his response and forcing your own laughter down.
ââCourse I could, sweetheart. Iâm a shadow demon,â he responds with amusement but your loud groan quickly overshadows his laughter. Red blooming across your chest and up your neck till it spreads all across your face. Your bf merely laughs louder, his hands caressing your back. Wanting to comfort you some before the inevitable teasing begins.
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arcane season 2 spoilers
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"Can you feel anything?"Â
Viktor's foreign body shudders against his will; your fingertips trace down his chest, tingling, sparking, akin to little specks of light burning into his second-skin. The sound of your muddled voice barely registers. His head tosses back with a slight thud, hair fanned out as a halo. He allows your knees to bracket his waist, and keeps his arms sprawled above him â despite the aching in his dead heart to just touch you. The pulsing of the arcane beneath his system is hardly under control yet.Â
It would be a risk he's willing to take, a necessary step to learn, if it were anyone else besides you.Â
And Viktor does feel â so much, in fact, but it isn't anything explainable. The festering in his core, threatening to come up through his throat. The whirring, the throbbing of every muscle, rich with glowing rivers of purple. Shining with a mixture of magic and energy and his own blood.Â
He's only distantly aware of your hand when it reaches his stomach, examining the juncture between cool metal and unholy flesh. Gears and bolts mimic the outline of ribs. Your touches are curious, distinctly gentle. Picking up on old habits, and trying not to break him, still. Then, your palm reaches up; it boldly cradles his cheek, brushes his pallid skin. And this, he can sense.Â
It's familiar, human. Excruciatingly soft when your thumb brushes the space on his cheek, just above his beauty mark. It puts an easy feeling back in his chest, something he almost began to believe he'd forgotten. As warm as a shimmering sun, as molten as liquid gold.Â
Nothing else matters but this moment, but you, and him. There is no outcome, across each expansive universe and every edge of the arcane, where the two of you would not meet again like this. You were meant to. Born and reborn to.Â
Your gaze finds his, soft eyes glancing down at him, your expression crossed between pain and relief. You eclipse all of his vision: light fuzzy at your edges, your face a hazy memory that he'd still see with his eyes closed. You're a reminder of what it means to be alive.Â
Viktor doesn't envy you. You've told him of nightmares, before. Dreams you had before this, of your mind putting yourself through the tragedy of watching him die ages before you truly had to. It must be difficult to see him like this, despite your best attempts to hide any uncertainty.Â
Your hand shakes. He can feel it trembling, unsteady on his cheek. And every molecule in Viktor's system explodes, laced with the yearning to remember â to let hazy lovesickness swell within his palms and his new figments. To pull you closer, in an effort to convince himself you won't be taken away.Â
Every echo of you is innate. Your voice, your name, your fingerprints. Your presence has the Hexcore â or what's become of him, what has embodied the Hexcore â blissfully, endlessly silent. The way you look at him, soft and brutally innocent, puts a chasmic, vivid hole in his center. Gods, you still look at him the same, just as you did when the two of you were young and innocent. The rot in him tells him he isn't worthy of it.Â
Viktor's eyes swirl like kaleidoscopes. Drops of crimson swirling in pure water. Your brows pinch, a sight he finds frustrating and pretty, as you silently examine him. Emotions curl in your lungs, tearing and hungry and knife-like; stricken with attachment, or perhaps blaming yourself, Viktor figures.Â
Exhaustion runs heavy in your expression, reminding him of looking into a mirror. He knows this look. You haven't slept. Haven't given yourself any form of a break, it seems.
So, he takes a chance.Â
Your hand brushes some stray, messy strands of hair from his forehead, just as Viktor guides his weak arm to reach for you. You don't tense, don't move. He can hear your breathing, thinks he can still feel his. There isn't an ounce of fear in the way you look at him. You have always looked at him like he holds the world in his hands. And now, perhaps he does.Â
His hand finds your cheek, same as yours. Copying, following. Thin, delicate, purple-hued fingers trace the edge of your face clumsily, still learning how to touch. Still afraid the line between hurt and healing might be blurred, and you are the one person left that he can't let get caught in the crossfire. You lean into his palm, trusting, and let go of a breath that makes your shoulders shake with the weight of it.Â
Viktor thinks of crying, despite the press and pull in his chest that convinces him he shouldn't be able to. He can feel you. It isn't like the few touches he's experienced so far, or the aching, anomalous strength he's been forced to get used to. It contradicts the very constructs of everything he thought made sense.Â
Your skin is so soft, sickly familiar. Viktor holds your face shakily, afraid to move. He can feel your individual atoms. Innumerable sparks just beneath his touch, galaxies upon universes of stars in your name, that beg to be grasped, possessed, cured. He cradles you with all of the devotion of a prophet, with all of the tenderness of a past friend: an almost-destiny, a saved seat at the edge of something more.Â
Would clumsily pulling you in, and pressing his lips to yours feel wrong, or tangible â like nothing, or like everything?Â
"Vik?"Â
Your tone, sweeter than honeysuckle, sweeter than anything he might deserve, brings his vision back into focus. He blinks. Gaze never tearing away from his, your fingertips drop to thread the hard edge of his collarbone. A silent plea, can you feel this? You find each curve of his bones and his body easily, the details already memorized. Viktor senses the ghost of you, your touch gentle, something like home.Â
"I'm not sure," Viktor finally answers; and the scientist, Hexgate creator, still-ambitious part of himself is hardly satisfied with that answer. His voice is quiet, distant. As though he isn't there, despite the lingering, familiar tenderness to his tone.Â
The fried synapses in his brain can't yet separate a caress from a threat, he just perceives the lingering energy. He believes you could be the one to teach him the difference.Â
This time, you let your palm press flat to his chest. There's a hum that attempts to mimic a heartbeat, a lack of coolness or heat. The action presses your form closer to his, guides you to lean part of your weight on him to bring your faces far too close. Sharing in the same reflection. Allowing each breath to be measured, along with every hesitation.Â
What should he start with? Should he embrace you, holding you tight and close like you're sacrificial? Should he grab your hand in his, press his palm to your skin to measure your heartbeat? Lace his smallest finger with yours, to make you a promise like he used to?Â
He can't promise you peace, nor the life you deserve, but if you came for him now, was it not a swear to follow him anywhere?Â
There are still so many things left to feel, and every red thread has always begun and ended with you.Â
Can you feel anything?Â
Viktor guides a hand over yours, keeps it to his chest selfishly; he meets your gaze, he hums, "Are you eager to find out?"Â
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Soft for You - Sylus x Fem Reader
Prompt: âLet me kiss it betterâ
A/N: yes, Iâve fallen into this rabbit hole and all because of Sylus. Thereâs just something about white haired men with red eyes thatâs 190cm. Hates everyone but you T^T Iâm such a sucker for these characters and it doesnât help that Iâm on my period so I decided to make a lil one shot of how Sylus would react if youâre on your period and wanting to cuddle but he was in an important meeting
Warning: None, just fluff (not proofread, sorry, was so into writing this)
Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.
âMiss, I donât think itâs a good idea to disturb the boss right nowâ Luke mentioned, trying to stop you from walking further down the hall
âYeah, heâs in a meeting right now. And the meeting, well, itâs not really going that wellâ Kieran added on. âSome of the low workers were trying to steal his weapons and sell them off to a higher bidding at Linkon because we heard that Linkon is currently trying to find ways to get more intel regarding the bossâ
You knew that Linkon was constantly trying to uncover the mysterious Onychinusâ leader. Though they knew his name, they couldnât find anything regarding what he looked like or any other information about him. Thatâs why Linkon is willing to pay a hefty amount to those who have been associated with him to gather any sort of intel. But you could care less about what political issue was going on between Linkon and Onychinus. What you cared about was that you were in pain because of your period and you wanted to cuddle with Sylus because somehow, he always helped ease your pain.
Not caring about the twinsâ warning, you managed to drag yourself all the way in front of Sylusâ meeting room where you could clearly hear his deep voice echoing along with several other voices. It sounded like the meeting had just begun and you suddenly contemplated on going in and disturbing Sylus just to tend to your pain.
However, on the other side of the door, Sylus already knew that you were in front of the door along with Luke and Kieran since he could see through Mephistoâs eyes with his aether core. Though Sylus wouldnât mind you coming in, he wanted you to come to him first instead of jumping to conclusion that you were actually looking for him.
He learnt that from past incidents where you were actually looking for Luke and Kieran but Sylus jumped into conclusions and thought you were looking for him.
Right as Sylus was about to start the meeting, he could hear both Luke and Kieranâs frantic voices calling out to you. Without uttering a word, Sylus got up but not before making sure the men in the room stay put in their designated chairs. âNone of you get up from the chair or Iâll rip your legs apart from your whole bodyâ
After his calm threat, Sylus went to the door and opened it to find you on the ground with both Luke and Kieran holding onto you. When the twins looked up at their boss, the colour from their faces were slowly drained. âB-bossâ the twins managed to utter out as Sylus looked at your weak state, basically trying to hold yourself up with the help of the twins.
Without saying anything, Sylus crouched down and lifted you up in his arms and practically carried you into the meeting room where all the other men in the room were staring.
âU-uh boss? We can bring her back to her room andâŠâ the twins didnât get to finish their sentences as Sylus used his evol to close and lock the door
To say the men in the room were shock was an understatement because who would have thought that the Onychinus leader could be so gentle towards anyone yet here he was sitting in his chair, further away from the others with you on his lap.
âS-sylus?â you uttered, looking up to see your boyfriend looking at you with soft eyes
âYou alright, sweetie? I heard you from in here. You looked like you were going to pass out in the twinsâ arms. What happened, sweetie? Did someone hurt you?â Sylus asked, his eyes were searching through your entire body for any wounds but you shook your head and leaned on his chest, wrapping your small arms around his waist
âNo. Itâs that time of the month. Itâs the first day and I donât know why but itâs painful this timeâ you whined and Sylus couldnât help but coo at your vulnerable state that he brought you closer to his chest (if that was even possible with how close the two of you were).
âShhh, itâs alright sweetie. Iâm hereâ Sylus kissed the top of your head as you hummed in satisfaction. âSleep sweetie, Iâll be here when you wake up, hmm? Iâll try to keep the meeting short and quick for youâ Sylus mentioned as he lulled you to sleep
As he stroked your head like a kitten, Sylus the softie was gone as his eyes looked through the entire room with a cold, sharp gaze that if looks could kill, everyone in the room would be dead by now. âNow, where were we? Ah, right. Whereâs my share in the sales, gentlemen? Or did you think that you could fool me that easily by selling my weapons at a higher price by giving away some information about me?â
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By the end of the meeting, there was practically no one in the room as Sylus dismissed them all into thin air since he needed to be quick.
Sylus almost cursed at himself for almost going too far with the lowlife men in the room until he remembered that you were practically sleeping in his arms.
Taking a deep breath, Sylus went back to look at your sleeping figure, stroking your head as he kissed your forehead before teleporting both you and him back to the master bedroom where Sylus laid you on the bed.
Leaving you to sleep, Sylus decided to shower and cook up something quick and easy for dinner which was steak and creamy mushroom soup to help ease your pain.
In the midst of finishing his cooking, he heard soft footsteps and a yawn slowly getting louder which he knew that it had to be you. Turning around, Sylus saw your now awaken figure sitting by the counter where Sylus was just behind of.
âHere you go, sweetieâ Sylus mentioned, placing down a plate of steak with the mushroom soup he made in front of your sleeping figure
âThank you, Sy. Am sorry I interrupted your meetingâ you yawned, drinking some of the soup that he made while Sylus decided to eat across from you
âIt was nothing, sweetie. Iâve mentioned it before. If you ever need me, just come to me. No matter where I am, who am I with, or what time of the day it is. Iâll always be here for youâ Sylus mentioned, caressing your cheek whilst wiping the excess soup at the corner of your lips
âBut what would those men do now theyâve seen your soft side?â you asked, holding his hand that was on your cheek
âTheyâre none of your concern. Besides, they wonât be able to spread anymore information anymoreâ Sylus smirked, making you roll your eyes. âYou and your evolâ
Chuckling at your behaviour, Sylus decided to feed you the dinner he made. âAre you still in pain?â he asked
Thinking about it for a second, you decided to tease him. âA bit. Mainly because you only kissed my head when the pain Iâm feeling is at my stomachâ
Shaking his head, Sylus went around the counter and cupped your jaw, making you look at his tall figure. âIs that so? Then let me kiss it betterâ
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HOLY FUCK. LOGAN IN RUT??????????
Jesus fucking Christ. Logan's a very passionate man. He does what we wants when he wants, usually without much restraint.
When he fucks you, it's usually rough. He'll fuck you in as many positions as he can think of until the bed sheets are tangled, until they're soaked, until your body is weak and your skin glimmers with sweat. He loves it, loves fucking you like you're both animals.
There's something about the way you're so willing to let him that makes him enjoy it even more. Fuck, he loves it.
And every now and then, usually every few months, his body has this weird few days where he's just horny. Horny all the time, cock always half-hard, his senses haywire.
Sex becomes all he can think of. Especially when you're around. Especially as he thinks about fucking you, putting a baby in that perfect tummy of yours...
He doesn't really tell you because he feels a little embarrassed about it, but you always know.
He gets needier, always on you the moment you two are alone. And when he fucks, he fucks hard, rough, deep, enough to make you see stars.
Today is one of those days for him. And what's worse, you're ovulating. He can smell it the moment you walk into your shared room, his cock twitching in anticipation.
You've barely shut the door behind yourself when he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder effortlessly.
You gasp, then laugh. "Lo!" You giggle.
He swats your ass playfully before tossing you onto the bed, his eyes raking over your body with a hunger you know too well.
âHello to you too,â you tease, grinning, as he wedges his broad shoulders between your thighs.
He presses his nose between your thighs, inhaling the scent of your cunt. So sweet, so ready to be pumped full of his cum so he can give you a baby...
He can picture you, swollen and full with his babies, and his entire mind goes blank. He's not even thinking as he rips your leggings and panties off you in one swift motion, his strength tearing through the fabric like it's nothing.
You gasp, eyes widening, and he groans as your pretty pussy is exposed. He wastes not a second in covering your cunt with his mouth, tasting you, eager to get you to come over and over so he can taste you even more.
Fuck, he could spend hours with his tongue in your pussy if his cock wasn't so painfully hard. He figures he'll eat you out until he literally can't hold himself back.
You're moaning, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. âFuck! Fuck! Lo!â
He grunts, eyes fluttering shut as you tug on his hair. When you start to grind your hips against his mouth, he smirks. You're always so needy, so desperate for him.
He slips two fingers into you, his cock twitching as he feels how tight you clench around his digits.
âFuck, baby. You're so fucking perfect,â he moans, glancing up at you.
He sees you, back arched, breasts bouncing, mouth open in ecstasy. And he knows.
There is no one in this world that he would ever ever ever want to carry his babies. Just you.
And he's thinking you two should start trying right now.
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18+ mdni; gn!reader
every once in a while, suguru lets you have all the power.
down on his knees, he stares up at you with dark eyes; there's a grin plastered onto his face, the very same one that got him into this situation in the first place, and nothing that you're doing is making it go away.
(every once in a while, he lets you think you have all the power.)
his hands are behind his back with the material of his own tie digging into the sensitive skin of his wrists but he doesn't mind the pain. he loves it. the first few buttons of his dress shirt are undone and a few blooming bruises peek from under the garment. the contrast between his skin and the splotches of color are tantalizing, it's making your mouth water and your teeth itch â the need to add more to the canvas that sits before you is clouding your mind and he knows it.
despite being the one that's tied up, suguru continues to push your buttons.
he's insufferable. he's rude. he's fucking annoying.
he's gorgeous. he's beautfiul. he's fucking exceptional.
you want to hurt him. you want to kiss him.
and he knows.
his cheek burns a bright pink shade while the inside of your hand prickles with the most delicious kind of pain. strands of hair have fallen from behind his ears and are now keeping you from having his eyes on you and that won't do. slowly reaching out, you tuck it back where it came from, your fingers brush against his skin and you feel the warmth exuding from him. you press your tingling palm against his cheek and watch how he leans into your touch; the corners of his lips tug even further and he morphs into the wolf that he really is â his sharp teeth glint from behind the grin as his eyes narrow in on you. there's a comment, a sly tease, ready to fall from his tongue, you can see it so clearlyâ
a second slap echoes through your shared home.
the words dissolve in his mouth as he hums at you instead. his head is now turned away from you by an inch, the impact of your hand strong enough to actually do some damage. suguru bites down onto his lip while slowly cracking open his eyes, his gaze even darker now. he licks his lips and you catch sight of the little steel piercing that hides in mouth.
trying to win the silent battle of dominance, you tilt your chin up high but when you see suguru pressing his thighs together, you almost crumble entirely. he's so hard that even just the mere thought of his cock makes your mouth salivate.
you think about big of a mess he must be making under all the layers, you think about how full his balls are. you think about all the things he might do to you the second you untie him.
"don't tell me that was your worst, sweetheart... "
his voice is like something crafted perfectly just to make you weak in the knees, there's no resisting it. it's like honey, sweet and sticky, andâ
a third slap.
you can't let him do this to you. this is your fucking moment.
his cheek burns brighter than ever, the ache under his skin shooting waves of pleasure all over his body and all he's willing to give you is another hum. it comes from somewhere deep within, desperately crawling out from inside him as if he couldn't contain it anymore. but it feels so good. it's so fucking good and he hates to admit it; he hates how he has no control over his body â his thighs press together all on their own, his brain focused on relieving the pain between his legs at any cost.
when suguru's head falls forward and he lets out a raspy laugh, you freeze. you can hear your own heart beat in your ears and you can feel the blood pumping in your veins.
and when he cranes his neck to peer at you from under his brow, you feel like you're going to faint. he's going to eat you, he's going to devour you. he's going to ruin you.
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HARD THOUGHT !
pairing: jake x fem!reader
cw: smut, daddy kink, manipulation, corruption kink, usage of nicknames.
warning: 18+ content, minors dni
a/n: hihi i got a lil carried away w this one! itâs inspired by these two asks here and here! :3 reposting this cause it got community labelled!
Jake is sweet, almost too sweet to be true and thatâs why you trust him blindly with everything. The way he never hesitates to give you prolonged hugs, the way his eyes always provide you with comfort and his words sound like sweet melody to you, itâs a given fact that you wonât want anyone else to teach you how to kiss but your best friend Jake, you simply want to be good for your crush, Heeseung, and so you most certainly didnât wish to be totally clueless when it comes to such things.
Jake was more than willing to help, âof course i'll help, we donât want Heeseung to be unsatisfied now, do we?â Heâd chuckle, hating the fact that you wanted to do it for another man, yet he had his own ways to keep you close to him, one being-providing you help for his own benefit. âBut Jake, wonât it be wrong if I use you for this?â Youâd ask, genuine concern plastered on your face and he finds it cute how you think itâs you whoâs using him, when in reality, itâs quite the opposite.
âOh, princess. You donât have to worry about it, I just want to help you,â heâd smile, making you feel at ease as he starts proceeding with his plan, the first stepâkissing.
Heâd pat his lap, making your eyes go wide but youâd follow and sit on his lap, straddling him on the couch as his big hands would hold you in place and heâd ask you to kiss him, smiling when you lean in for a delicate peck, groaning when he bites your lip, eliciting a weak moan out of you.
âJakeââ youâd whimper, unknowingly pressing your clothed cunt on his hardening cock, feeling a newfound feeling erupt in your lower abdomen, even more so when he cups your cheek, tilting your face to get a better access to your lips, his plush ones serenading you like thereâs no tomorrow, âthatâs not what you should call me, princess,â he mutters.
Your eyes widen, looking up at him in question, âHeeseung would love it if you call him daddy,â he smirks, âsay it, baby.â Heâd urge you, throwing Heeseungâs name to strengthen his case. âDâdaddy?â Youâd whisper, allowing him to caress your swollen lips. âThatâs right, princess. Youâre such a good girl for me.â He makes sure to take his time kissing you dumb that night, to the point you lose your sleep, clutching your chest as the vivid images of Jake come back to your mind, you wanted more.
And each day, he taught you more, touching the expanse of your body, getting rid of your clothes turn by turn. The wetness returned each time you tried something new with him, your body felt as if it was on fire as he pushed you into your subspace in all the right ways.
âDaddy!â You moaned, gripping the bed sheet when he tasted your wetness for the first time, his warm breath made it tingle to the point you were shivering. âThatâs it babygirl, just trust daddy, yeah?â He said against your folds, accent deeper than ever as he immersed himself in eating you out, giving you your very first orgasm.
You were dazed, wanting more and more. Then came the day you finally saw his cock, his eyes staring at you with such intensity as you could only look at his veiny, leaking cock with innocent and curious eyes.
He grunted when you held him, âyouâre doing so well, princess. So good for daddy,â he lets out, holding the back of your head gently as you continued to do just as he directed, smiling once he fills your mouth as his thick cum spurts out on your tongue, making you want to gulp it down, âwanna be so good for daddy always.â Youâd smile, forgetting about why you were doing this in the first place, Heeseung wasnât the one you thought about these days, rather, it was your daddy Jake.
âTell me what you want, princess?â Heâd ask with a sweet smile, which almost looked like a smirk, âdaddy,â youâd cry out, âwant yâyour cock in mâme, I can't wait anymore,â youâd tell him as heâd kiss your tears away, âdaddy will give you everything you want, babygirl,â heâd pat your head lovingly despite being in such a compromising position, his tip rubbing on your entrance. He doesnât rush, he loves seeing you squirm, blabbering out words which do not make sense just because youâre so enraptured by the man on top of youâyour daddy whoâs more than willing to provide you with everything you need.
He loves it, how fucked up his princess looks with her smudged lipstick and mascara running down her cheeks with her crystalline teardrops, which keep on flowing with the immense pleasure you receive. He loves that heâll get to fuck you, that his cock will be the first to enter your prettiest cunt, which is his and his only. You were reliant upon him for pleasure, nothing else felt good without your daddy and when he finally gave you the taste of his cock buried deep in your pussy, it felt more pleasurable than it hurt.
âDaddyââ you whisper, eyes closing as you let him take over and kiss you, his hands all over your body, as if he had memorized you completely, touching the most sensitive spots as he thrusted even harder in your leaking pussy, your walls squeezing his cock to the point he couldnât help but groan out, âso wet for daddyâs cock, yeah? You like it, baby? Thatâs my good fucking girl, all mine.â Heâs right, youâre all his now and you wonât want it otherwise, making a creamy mess on his cock.
Your mind fuzzy with his thoughts through and through, ruining your innocence as he moulded your brain in such a way that you couldnât help but yearn for him.
And just like that, Jake had successfully corrupted you to the point of no comeback.
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starring: nate jacobs x male reader
request: Can i pleaaase request a sub Nate Jacobs. With him all dressed up in feminine lingerie with ribbons and stuff. And he gets thoroughly fucked and threatened with those pictures of Nate in them getting leaked and getting exposed. But nate is eager to please and does everything reader wants, despite his hyper masculine persona he has with everyone else. Nate also comes back, eager ,over and over to get fucked and suck and to wear those ribbons and feminine lingerie
warnings: smut, degradation kink, cursing, mention of male pregnancy, slight feminization, black mail, pet play (kinda)
now wasn't this a sight to see THE nate Jacobs under you as you pounded into him roughly, his hole now a messy wet cunt as he moans out your name like a prayer in a church. you had gotten some pretty incriminating evidence on the man of him taking your dick one night and you decided to use that against him and at first when he came over to get his hole pounded by you it was only supposed to be a one time thing.
something to just take the edge off from the weight of school but after you showed him those pictures of you covered in his cum he was willing to do any and everything to keep them from being released, and you took that further than ever now making him dress up in the cutest little lingerie outfit with some cute ribbons and bows and it was the most pretty shade of pink plus it came with a leash and collar so you had to get it.
the collar and leash now further showing how much of a bitch he was for you as his legs dangled on your sides while your cock abused his already sloppy hole more and more "yeah such a good cock sleeve for daddy right" you teased tugging at the leash, nate winces in pain feeling so stupid and low but there was no way he was gonna let you release those pictures of him and you "yes- ngh fuck- yes daddy" he whimpered feeling his third orgasm already approaching.
the way his pecs bounced up and down with your thrust made you even more throbbing in him and he could feel it all to well, your dick was drilling into his squishy walls at an absolutely ungodly rate but he loved it so much, it's like he was going cock drunk for you "you look so pretty for me like this" you say stretching the lace of the fabric back and letting it snap back onto his chest making his visibly shudder.
"y'know it's such a shame only I get to see this, maybe I should release these hm?" you taunt him holding the pictures in his face but he's to weak to try and grab it "please... please don't" nate begs weakly shaking his head. you chuckle at his words, he sounds such like a slut to you, the way he begs and moans and whispers for you just so he won't get outted as a dick whore who craves not the attention of the school but the cum from you.
"well keep taking this dick and I just might consider it" you say tightly holding the leash in hand while your free hand smacks nates ass to keep him aware and awake, no later than a minute after nate was arching his back and moaning out as he came all over his chest, further staining the perfectly good lingerie "y'think you got another in in there big boy" you question fondling his balls in you hand, over stimulating him slightly as he writhes in your touch.
"mhm" nate whine, his legs shaking like crazy beside you "eh nevermind I won't do that to you yet, I still need you to be able to walk home" you say noticing his shaking and pulling out, your loads squirting out of him but you couldn't let all those good juices go to waste so you plugged him up with a pretty pink butt plug "now get the fuck out of here" you harshly said getting up from your bed and going to take a shower while nate layed in his spot for a while absolutely out of his mind with a weak body.
when he finally heard you get in the shower he sniffed your bed for your scent wanting to savour it one last time before he leaves as he jerked off while sniffed your pillows and underwear, soon spraying his fourth load all over your sheets before he stops up and limped to the door to leave. in the later days nates tried to move on with life but he couldn't stop thinking about the greatest fucking you gave him and no matter how much he fingered himself at night it didn't compare to your dick so with half a brain filled with the thought of your dick he threw on the cum stained lingerie set and collar you made him wear that he kept and walked to your house with a jacket and some joggers over the lingerie.
he knocked on you door and you answered surprised to see him "what do you want" you ask and without a second thought nate walked in and kissed you deeply while stripping his clothes to show you his true slutty self "so I suspect you want me to fuck you again" you ask moving to sit on the couch "mhm" nate shyly bods embarrassed by his own whore like actions "well this time you're gonna work for it" you sternly say "yes sir" nate replied "get on your knees" you demand and nate immediately dropped to his knees and crawled in between your legs.
by the end of the night nate struggled to walk and had enough cum in him to make a baby and you had a lot more blackmail material on him but I have a feeling you're not gonna need it when he's pawing to get in your pants daily.
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Dead Man's Diner pt 7
Hearing the chime of rhe bell above the door, Danny mentally prepared himself before poking his head around the corner "Heya! I will be with you in one hot sec!"
Rushing around the kitchen, Danny set the chili to simmer and quickly cleaned himself up before coming back to greet his newest customer.
Stepping upt to the bar, Danny put his best customer service smile on and opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out were not in English.
"Hey there! Welcome to Big C's diner what can i..." Blinking a bit before frowning, Danny looked closer at his customer, his eyes flickering a bright green as he squinted at the man.
Because either this man was the very strong revenant that had claimed Crime alley as his huant, or there some how was a 4th Halfa in the world.
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Jason found the little diner comfortable, more up to date than the typical dive that was in the Alley, there wasn't even any blood splatter in the back booths!
He kinda didn't like how there was only a single person working there at night, being so close to the Alley and all, but that was easily fixed if he just happened to come around in his Red Hood outfit.
Sending a smirk like smile to the teen that came out from the kitchen, who had the fakest smile that Jason had ever seen outside of a gala.
But his smirk slowly slipped as the kid spoke, his words both sounding clear and distorted at the same time, he could make out words but it was very clearly not words at the same time.
Then, the kid's eyes flashed, and Jason had seen those eyes before, he had seen them in the mirror more times than he was willing to admit.
(Holy shit this kid is about to have a Pit episode in front of me...how the fuck did this kid get in the pits?) Jason thought as he leaned back into his seat, his hand instantly going to where his guns usually were, but only grasped at air.
(Right...forgot those at home...) He thought, settling instead to set his hands on the counter, Jason narrowed his eyes at the teen
But just like that, the green was gone, and the teen cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, um, welcome to Big C's, what can I get ya?"
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Danny gave a weak smile, he didn't exactly want to throw down with this potential halfa, sure he liked a good ghostly welcome every now and again, but he just cleaned up and he would like his diner to stay that way thank you!
The man across from him glared for amoment longer before shaking his head, "Shit, ugh...gimme a coffee and...what's your special today?"
Reaching for the coffee pot, Danny felt a rumble in the diner cart, and there was suddenly a chalk board on the wall behind him.
Pouring his customer a mug, his brain paused for a moment, translating the ghost script before he spoke "Cadavers chili hotdogs, made with 100% not person meat...I promise neither are made out of people, definitely didnt seen any bodies when I made it my guy."
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Staring at the blackboard that Jason was very much sure wasn't there a moment ago, he felt his chest tighten and ache as he read the...sigils? Words? They were definitely something and he totally shouldn't know what they mean.
Biting back a snort at the dry comment, Jason focused on him "I will take two...Danny? That your name or just the name on the aprin you got?"
Jason was totally not digging for information, because he totally wasn't a Bat or a Bird, and he totally didn't have an urge to know everything about the person across from him.
Getting a dry chuckle from the guy on the other side of the counter, who could only shake his head, "Sadly, that's my name, I will be back in a sec with your food, no running off tho' ya hear? Already dealt with dine and dashers once this week."
Letting out a chuff, Jason kept his eyes around the room, he knew logically he should be more freaked out by this whole experience, but he couldn't help but feel his body relax and his mind comfortable slow.
Holding the cup of coffee in both hands, he took a long sip and memories hit him harder than a crowbar.
It was his mother's coffee, not the bitch that sold him out but his mama, Catherine, the woman that struggled to keep him happy and fed.
It was the watered down brew, stretched to make it last longer.
It was milky and sweet with sugar packets pilfered form diners such as this and powdered milk he used to steal from the grocery store just for her.
His mama gave up so much for him, why couldn't he just do one little petty theft for her?
His heart aches again, and the intense feel of the pits roar in his ears, but they weren't calling for blood, the pits crooned in nostalgic heart break.
Usually remembering before his death was a trigger, was something that made him rage, but right now? He could only mourn for the mother and son that used to cuddle up together under a ratty blanket, of the mother that whispered stories to him during long quiet nights, of the woman that he had found dead on one such quiet night.
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Tossing on the last bit of fresh diced onions, Danny had a cheesy grin on his face as he brought the plate to the front, mouth opening to speak before noticing his customers disposition.
He was hunched over on himself, looking small (which was impressive for a man thst looked twice his size and 4 times more muscular)
Tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the now half full mug, for some reason it felt heart breaking to see.
Setting the plate down carefully in front of the man, Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay man...your okay bud." Awkwardly Patting his customers shoulder, Danny felt a bit of panic, he wasn't Jazz he didn't know how to like, console people!
It took a few minutes for the man to calm, and Danny handed him a few paper towels to clean himself up, patting him on the back one last time, Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Well...um, hope that the coffee is so bad that it made you cry, I-uhh, could comp it if you want?"
The man just shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, ain't bad, just...God damn it..."
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Rubbing at his eyes Jason huffed, "Sorry for, um....blubbering on ya like that..
don't usually get teary at coffee, that's more of Timmer's shtick, just tastes...tastes like my mom's coffee when I was a kid..." shaking his head, Jason looked at the chili dogs, they still steamed, the cheese now melted on nicely.
Danny just nodded, "Yeah, some reason i have gotten a few comments on that" shrugging his shoulders, he started to figgle with a cloth, wipping down the counter as he spoke "Meh, Gotham is fucked up and I don't want to even begin to try and figure out."
Croaking out a laugh Jason dragged the plate of food closer, "Fucking right about that...though if you keep making it like that you got yourself a regular customer."
Reaching a hand across the counter, Jason gave Danny a weak smile, "Names Jason, nice to meet ya."
Taking the hand, Danny gave a smirk back, "Got it, one sad cup of coffee for you then-" Snapping his head over as he heard a beeping sound, Danny got a panicked look on his face "Oh shit! My cookies!"
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Storming to the back, Danny ran to the oven, throwing it open, scrambling for the oven mits, he phased a hand through them instead of tugging them on, and quickly pulls the smoaking batch of sweets from the rack.
Plopping them on the counter, he hears the oven snap shut as he sighs, turning to thank the diner, he pauses to see the sight of a man he was hoping that he would never have to see again.
"Oh little Bager, King of the Realms making food for the common folk? How the great have fallen.." Vald said with a viscous grin, his hand reaching up to flip off the oven, "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Thought you could rum off and not tell dear old Uncle? Don't worry Bager, while old Vlad might not come around to vist much..."
There was a flash of black light and where a man once stood was a ghost, his grin pulled back devilishly "I am sure Plasmius will make up for it very...very well."
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Laughing a bit as he watched Danny scramble inot the back, Jason stared at the food, he was still hungry but...he held an apprehension of sorts, was this going to bring back memories? Would they be good like the coffee or...
His thoughts were cut off as a body was through through the deviding wall from the front of the house to the kitchen.
Bolting up out of his seat, he watched as Danny stepped out of the hole in the wall, shaking out his fist as he did, "I really don't have the fucking time for you Plasmius, don't you see I have a customer?"
Jason stared as the body that was punched through the wall, that looked mangled, twisted and broken start to twitch and crack back into place, limbs bending back from positions they should never be, and then the man sat up, a feral grin on his lips.
(Really fucking bad day for not having my God damn guns.)
#batman#batfam#dc x dp#dpxdc#dead man's diner#danny is a little shit#danny phantom#ectoplasim in food makes it nostalgic#ghost king danny#vlad plasmius#Vlad is a bastard man#jason todd having ghostly shit happening#Jason is having a loy of big feelings#ectoplasm in food makes it nostalgic#No jason you dont bring guns to a ghost fight#think ghost thoughts and punch Vlad in the dick#bruce in the batcave looks up at nothing: one of my children just got into some bullshit#tim: damnit B stop being weird
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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Minotaur x fem!readerâfingering, exhibitionism, rough sex, marking, light spanking, light throat squeezing
Pt1 Pt2
You were stuck blindly walking around your new office building. Not realizing when you made the decision to look for your Minotaur Boss that you have no idea where his office is. Plus, it didnât help that you could barely stand on your own two feet or that your head was still a big foggy and clouded over with undeniable lust.
The promise of your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor ringing in your ears. Heâd take you next time. And boy, you couldnât wait for the day. Maybe heâd bring his friends again. The idea of trying out all those different cocks that had cum all over your body only minutes ago has you only growing dizzier. Fuck, who are these people youâve been meeting? No one usually acts like this, do they?
As you walk into an open office area, you grow more and more confused. So many doors. So many places your bossâ office could be. You whirl around to ask for help, but end up tripping over your own feet in the process. A small helpless yelp leaves you as you go tumbling.
But just as quickly as you were about to accept your face and make a total ass of yourself in front of your new coworkers, a pair of strapping arms curl around your plush waist, stopping you from falling. Those same arms pull you in, snapping your hips against theirs. A weak moan falls past your lips and you pathetically melt into the stranger.
You couldnât help it as their delicious scent washes over you. Oh, you could just burrow into it. Itâs then you realize your eyes had closed from the impending fall. They flutter open and immediately look up to greet your savior. You wanted to thank him, but fuck, his sheer beauty just blew you away. You had never seen a more gorgeous Bunny Hybrid in your life and you were briefly distracted in your quest for your boss.
âHey beautiful, no need to throw yourself at me. Couldâve just taken me right here,â the Bunny Hybrid Secretary said smoothly, his lips pulled into a panty-dropping smirk.
âHuh?â
âIâm the Minotaur Bossâ secretary and he prefers it if I do all my work here. He likes to watch,â the Bunny Hybrid purrs. He tugs you around, pinning your back against his desk.
A small squeak leaves you and your mind immediately falls into the dirtiest depths. His words conjuring so many naughty images in your head that youâre positive he didnât mean to allude to. Yet your vision blurs with lust anyway. There must be something in the air of this city, you swear youâre not always like this.
Then the rest of his words begin to register and you try to blink the fog from your mind.
âT-the boss, thatâs it! Do you know where his office is? I need himâ need to see him immediately,â you say desperately, hands flying to the secretaryâs hips. His smirk widens at your touch and he leans more into you.
âOh, so you like it hard and rough, huh? You must be really needy if youâre willing to see him. You only go in there if youâve been really bad⊠or really good. But I can take care of you, baby. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
âPlease, I really need his help,â you beg shamelessly. His eyes flash with interest and for a moment you think heâs about to ignore your request all together and keep you pressed against him.
But then his bottom lips juts out into a pout and he releases you. Even going so far as to dramatically turn his back to you and cross his arms. Acting as if all his interest is suddenly gone. Though a quick glance down reveals otherwise.
âFine, you donât want me? Then have him! Heâs right over there and heâs inside. Good luck,â he huffs and points just across from where the desk sits.
You glance back once more at the Bunny Hybrid Secretary. The urge to go back and show him just how badly you do want him tugs at your chest. But no, this is your job. This is your place of work and today is supposed to be your first day. Definitely not the time. You didnât think it was anyway.
What you really needed was to find the headhunter who got you hired and finally get to work. In his previous emails he had always mentioned needing to see how well you performed for him. Whatever that meant. But getting in touch with your new boss had to be the best way to find him.
Just as youâre about to knock on his office door you hear a gruff âget in here!â The sound has you jumping in your bones. But your body starts to tingle at the demanding tone of his voice. You brace yourself while opening the door and you know you made the right choice as you walk in. You silently curse under your breath. Why the hell is everyone so damn hot in this city?
Your Minotaur Boss sits behind his desk, his features drawn down into a stern expression. His imposing form appearing almost big as the desk and it has your panties flooding with arousal. His tight suit hugs his raging muscles so deliciously. But what really catches your eye is the silver ring hanging from his snort. A perfect combination of man and beast and it has you weak in the knees.
âHello, sir, Iâmââ
âI know who you are. Youâre the new hire,â Minotaur boss says, slowly standing up in a way that has you ready to get down on your knees.
He walks around his desk, beginning to lightly pace as if surveying his prey. His hot amber eyes searing into yours.
âOnly your first day and already causing such a disruption in my office.â
âIâm sorry, itâs just been such a hectic morning,â you try and excuse, not recognizing the shakiness or huskiness of your own voice. But Minotaur Boss sure does. He turns to face you, growing impossibly taller as he closes in.
The furious heat, the need, rises up within you once again and a whimper slips past your lips. The tension within the office is stifling and you swear youâre about ten seconds from either jumping his bones or dashing out the door. Given youâre sure you canât do either, you opt for glancing down at your feet. But Minotaur Boss hooks a hoofed finger under your chin and forces you to meet his gaze.
âAnd you donât think weâve all had the same morning you did? Yet we come here and appear professional and put together.â
While you donât think everyone in the office has had quite the same morning as you, you get his point. Kind of. You try and pay attention to what heâs saying but all you can focus on is the fact that his face is so close that his small huffs of breath fan your face. His lips so very close to your own. You start to revise the idea of jumping his bones.
âYes, sir,â you reply slowly, your speech a bit slurred as you feel drunk off his vicinity. His sheer dominating presence washing over you and begging you to submit.
Minotaur Boss smirks as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Itâs like heâs almost doing it on purpose. But no, that canât be. He couldnât want you as much as you find yourself desperately wanting him. You two just met. That would be too soon for anyone else.
âNow I think you need to learn your lesson about what happens to naughty little whores like you when they act up here,â Minotaur Boss snaps, his rough voice tickling your senses and turning you on more than imaginable.
Your eyes widen at him but before you can even respond heâs flipping you around and pressing you into the glass wall of his office. You gasp as youâre immediately met with a view of the entire office. You can see them as much as they can see you right now.
Minotaur Boss yanks down your clothes, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. You shiver against the glass. White hot shame bubbles up in your belly as you look out into the office. Some of the workers watch on, others give passing glances, and even Bunny Hybrid Secretary mouths âI told you so.â But none of them look surprised. Like this is a normal occurrence for them. For some reason that only has your thighs growing more slick with arousal.
You jump as your bossâ thick hoofed fingers glide through your pussy, spreading you wide and catching every little bit of slick thatâs gathered. He chuckles darkly and removes fingers, only to moan a second later. The clear sounds of slurping reach your ears and you know heâs tasting you on his fingers. You wanna see that so badly yet youâre frozen against the glass, not wanting to move without his permission.
He hums happily at your obedience and his fingers quickly return to your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You feel his frame hover over yours and you immediately melt into his embrace. His free hand holds your hip, giving you silent permission to use his strength and get absolutely weak for him. As you sink against him his fingers sink right into your tight heat. A long mewl leaves you at the stretch from his fingers alone. He doesnât hesitate to start pumping his fingers inside you, curling them at just the right moment to get your hips jerking and meeting his thrusts. A soft rumble moves through your bosses chest.
âI can tell your pussyâs been used well here, so willing to let me in. This cityâs been treating you good, hunny.â
You moan weakly, eyes squeezing shut. The way he so bluntly calls you out has you clenching around his fingers. He growls under his breath and picks up his pace, hand snapping into your sopping cunt with brute force. Fingers curling and scissoring you open wide for him. You cry out, body writhing against him. How this man knows your every weak point is beyond you. He hits every sweet spot along your gummy walls he can find and your orgasm builds quickly.
Looking out into the office again you see more people stopping their work to watch you. You canât help but hide away into the warm chest of your Minotaur Boss. A carful of people was one thing but an entire office felt a bit more daunting. But the way your boss didnât even seem to care turned you on more than you realized. You quickly find yourself on the edge. Feeling your pussy spasm against his fingers, your boss quickly slips his fingers out.
Before you can let out a single complaint, your boss is stuffing his slick covered fingers deep in your open mouth, silencing you. You let out a noise of surprise but listen to him and focus on cleaning his fingers of you instead of talking. His hand on your hip leaves and you hear the soft clanging of a belt unbuckle. Sparks shoot down your spine and straight to your throbbing core.
When Minotaur Boss pushes his thick cock head through your wet folds youâre already pushing back. A playful shriek leaves you as his tip nudges at your entrance. Your bossâ hands both move to rest on your hips and he teases you, pushing his tip in little by little. You instinctively clench around him, trying to suck him in. He clicks his tongue at you
âWhat a naughty pussy you got here, hun. Think Iâm gonna have to teach it some fucking manners,â he says and slams his entire length inside of you in one solid stroke.
Your back arches unnaturally, jaw dropping in a silent scream. But you donât even get a second to process the sensations coursing through you as his hips snap back, starting at a brutal pace. Your hands shoot out to brace yourself against the glass but your boss instantly snatches your hands and holds them behind your back. He smushes you against the glass, your body wetly smacking against it with each brush.
âOooohâ nnghâ god! Oh god! Fuck,â you wail, eyes rolling back into your head as he sends your body buzzing.
Minotaur Boss laughs wickedly and you moan again, loving how he uses you. Ready to open your mouth and release more obscenities, your boss shuts that down with a firm smack on your ass and you merely help in response. He smacks your ass again.
âLouder! I wanna fucking hear you, hunny! Gotta welcome everyone in the building with your sweet sweet moans,â he growls, picking up pace, his cock slamming inside you.
Every deep snap of his hips nudges against your cervix and has your eyes crossing. You weakly try and move back against his thrusts but he keeps you pinned against the glass wall of his office. Forcing you to show off every inch of what heâs doing to you to the whole room. And you donât dare wait a moment before listening to his demands. Your moans echoing off the walls and grating against your ears till youâre sure the whole building can hear you. Every smack of his hand on your ass has you growing even louder.
âH-how can this be so bad but so good? The boss fucking a subordinate. The entire office watching and touching themselves. How does no one get in trouble?â You shout in ecstasy, your eyes flickering to your coworkers whoâve started touching themselves. Some even moving to fuck each other too. Your boss nuzzles into your neck, lapping up your sweat.
âOne of the benefits of living in a free use city, baby,â your boss says with another taunting laugh that has your toes curling. But you have no clue what heâs talking about. Itâs hard to focus with his cock hammering itself inside your sopping cunt.
âA what?â
âFree use city. Means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. And you can do the same to me or anyone,â Minotaur Boss growls his weak explanation. But itâs hard for him too with your pussy clenching and fluttering around his girth.
Even with the brief explanation your mind spins. Not understanding what the hell is going on. You moved into a free use city? How was that not on any of the brochures the headhunter had given you. He just sent you into this place completely blind.
âBut I didnâtâŠâ
Minotaur Boss catches your expression. One of his hands curl around your throat and tilts you back. Your spine arches with it and you moan weakly as your boss slides into your cunt at a new angle, his cock brushing along your sweet spot with each jerk of his hips.
âYou saying you didnât know?â
All you can you is faintly shake your head, your eyes lost in a haze of confusion and lust. Your cunt once again spasms around his girth and he knows youâre getting close again. His own expression shifts, eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand squeezes around your throat.
âWell what a treat for you, eh? Now prove to me how much you belong here and cum all nice and pretty on my cock.â
As if your body was waiting for his command, your belly tightens and the cord snaps as you start coming on his cock. Your juices spraying all over the glass wall as your body thrashes in his hold. Minotaur Boss, as always, maintains a solid grip on you. Fucking up into you through your orgasm until he follows soon after and cums deep inside you, shooting buckets of his hot semen in your belly.
Minotaur Boss works with an efficiency fit for a boss as he slips out of you and gets to work cleaning you up. All you can do is pant heavily against the glass, your mind still whirling from the revelation. Everything that had happened to you since yesterday suddenly making a lot more sense.
But none of the information you had about this place mentioned it being a free use city. Should you have done your own research? You guess so. But the truth about this place shouldnât have been hidden either. This was all because of your headhunter⊠and you were finally gonna get answers. You struggle to push off the glass and turn to your boss, once again fully clothed.
âWhereâ where can I find the headhunter who hired me? I need⊠to seeâ to talk to him immediately,â you stammer over your words, still trying to pick yourself back up again.
Minotaur boss settles back in his desk chair, leaning back and looking more than satisfied. But amusement quickly joins in as it dances in his eyes. Clearly finding your situation hilarious. He points down the room and you follow the line of it to a door marked âConference room D.â
âIn the conference room but, uh, he might be a little busy at the momentâŠâ
With your destination in sight strength pours back into you. Your legs stop shaking and you stand up a little bit taller. Maybe itâs all the anger flowing through you but you let it propel you forward. Readying to give your headhunter a piece of your mind. And maybe a piece of something else tooâŠ
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