#trying to draw again. urgh

[the-knife-consumer]

More hornets and another maskless quirrel

[asksonicverse]

You dont need to answer but I just wanted to tell you I adore Paradox being like "I hate all of them except" and then listing everyone except like 2 guys, honey you don't hate *all* of them you expressly don't hate *most of them*

Extremely charming characterization i adore it

[Creator Special number 2!]

So glad someone noticed that, I was originally going to have him name EVERYONE except Boost but then I was like “nah, Mania is just too annoying for Paradox to tolerate him”

And thanks! I’m trying to be… consistent with my characterization of each of them and stay in line with canon but like… URGH sometimes I want to deviate so bad just to indulge but I resist!

Needless to say tho, prism is probably going to get more affectionate later on. Rewatched Sonic Prime again and bro is a cutie patootie!

Headcanons… headcanons… hmm

Well, starting with the obvious, Paradox goes to therapy as I’ve mentioned which I think is hilarious. He and Lance are the only Shadows who really have their shit together which is why I think Sonadow works well for them? (we stan healthy relationships guys)

I do head canon that Eight doesn’t like being touched really at all anymore. After the metal virus, he grew so used to the fact that he couldn’t touch anyone that it sorta just stuck. He does it to save people, but not anything more. :(

And while I’m a sucker for the Trans Sonic HC I decided not to implement it in this particular AU!

I really want to include Captain Sonic and Shadow, but I haven’t played nor watched a serious play through of the game. (I’ve only really listened to a bit of the Snapcube dub..)

can someone tell me if Shadow is a Barista or a Mechanic in that game btw?? I google it, nothing pops up. I could’ve sworn there was something about a mechanic.

Uhh I LOVE Sonic Frontiers, fire game. If I include that one, it’ll ALSO be Sonamy since I’m pretty sure that game takes place before SA2 in canon?

I’m trying to keep the Sonics and Shadows balanced but I’d love to add Generations Shadow and Sonic. Just thinking of names already I get “Doom” for Shadow and “Emerald” for Sonic. (Referencing the fake emerald from their interaction in the shadow story)

Unfortunately I haven’t seen the Archie comics or Sonic Underground so I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

Someone also asked about if I’d ever include different AU’s: maybe if those AU creators gave me permission I’d be down to do a collab for a few asks or something!

Nope!

I dunno I just..! … how do I do? I’m fast. And you’re slow. That’s how I did it. /ref

Ahahah just kidding! But I am very fast. A few years ago I convinced myself I was a “slow drawer” because I was in a discord server with someone I looked up to (and holy cheese they could draw out fully articulate sketches in like 30 seconds!)

So I got insecure and taught myself to draw really fast. So now I just.. zoom! This does have a terrible draw back where I will very frequently forget smaller details.

Like if you look at half the posts, Shadow is missing his eyeliner and other markings frequently.

THIS IS JUST HILARIOUS TO ME YOU GUYS. PLEASE—

I’ve gotten SO many asks in my box about using Maria to calm the Shadows down or trying to give Shadows “Maria plushies”

Imagine you’re having a bad day and you get a plushie of your dead sibling thrown at you??? LMFAOOOO

I CANT I CANT I CANT PUT THEM THROUGH THAT 💔 Also I see every single ask.

“Do you all like Latinas” and “sonic which shadow is the hottest/shadow which sonic is the hottest” have all been engraved in my brain

Was joking with a friend on how that second question would come out LMFAOO

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[tee-dohrnii]

Gale doodles again

Ft. Shoujo (kinda) Gale

I keep trying to practice how to draw his nose urgh

[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 3 SPOILERS) Hi everyone! I Wanted to post writing I did for @tealgoat In tales of time au!! For context it’s set around act 3, where Odile reached the end for the first time with a family run. The art I used in this post is made by teal and you can find the links to those drawings individually over here and here! Writing is under the cut:

< You’re here again. >

< But something feels different. >

< You managed to beat the king like always… but this time..>

< This time you had the courage to call your companions your family. >

< You got to understand all of them a little better and in turn that made you all grow closer. >

< Is that what you needed? Is that the solution to the problem? >

< You didn’t think that helping them would amount to anything much, but the story’s outcome changed a little didn’t it? >

< Even if it was small.. you know how important it is. >

< Your father used to tell you that rereading a story allows you to see details you may have not noticed on a first pass. >

< That it can your change your entire perception of the story itself, even. >

< Is this what you needed all along? >

<Your heart feels warm. >

< He used to read you stories like that all the time. >

< Fairytales about love and friendship saving the world. >

< It gave you comfort then.. and it seems it’s giving you comfort now. >

< You’ve talked to everyone.. they all said different lines then the ones you’re used to.>

< With that logic in mind.. then it should be obvious that the Head Housemaiden should say something different. >

=> < Talk to her. >

=> < Don’t talk to her yet.>

=> < Talk to her.>

< You’ve said everything you needed to say to your companions. >

< It’s time for the moment of truth. >

< You approach the Head Housemaiden and greet her. >

< “Hello!” >

< The head Housemaiden smiles at you and waves. >

((“Hello traveling one! Are you done talking to your companions? Yes, wonderful wonderful-“))

< ….?>

((“ I’d like to thank you for accompanying young Mirabelle on the journey. You have my gratitude.”))

((“ Odile, yes? If there’s anything I can do to thank you, please don’t hesitate to let me know!”))

<….?!>

((“I know you will go back on your travels soon but I do hope-”))

<…>

<…… Ah. >

< Of course. >

((“ Just know that no matter what that Dormont will always be open to you! Please come back any…time….”))

((“…!!!! Oh… oh no no no.. oh nonono-“))

< Ahahaha…!>

< You should’ve expected this. >

< Why would whatever happened before change the story’s ending now? >

< Just because you felt loved and safe? Stupid stupid stupid- you should’ve known better! Why did you decide to rely on how you felt instead of looking at the reality of the situation you’re in? >

< You try to breathe. >

((“ Oh Odile! I’m so sorry..!”))

< It’s fine. It’s just the end again. It’s the same. >

((“ I’m so sorry..there’s no way we can stop it now!” ))

< You’ll just be..>

((“- going back! Back when everything started!”))

< You know her lines by heart, now. >

< If you know what happens next…then you can always know how to react and never be disappointed.>

< You’re fine. >

< You’re…>

<| “…? Odile?” |>

<| “Is everything okay?”|>

< You turn your head and look in Siffrin’s direction. >

< He’s staring right at you. >

< You can’t shift your expression fast enough. >

<| “ Odile what’s wrong- “|>

{“ Head Housemaiden, is something the matter?” }

((“ I cant fix it on my own, not before it all ends… if only I noticed it all sooner!”))

[“Huh? What’s happening? ]

(“ Dile?”)

< You can’t move. >

< You’re frozen. >

{ “Madame, what’s-Urgh!”}

[“ Is something happening? The air around us.. it feels like.. AGH!” ]

(“ My head hurts!!!”)

((“ It’s my fault you have to suffer like this…”))

<| “ODILE!!!”|>

[“ M’DAME!!!”]

< They’re all running, reaching towards you..>

(“ Dile come back! Somethings wrong!!!”)

< You have to move. >

{“ MADAME ODILE!!!!”}

< Maybe you can catch Isabeau’s hand if you reach out to him. >

((“I just hope that one day..”))

< You slowly hold your hand out for him to hold. >

< You take a step forward. >

((“ You could learn to forgive-“))

< And you- >

__________________________________________________________

<You open your eyes, your hand reaching out to nothing. >

< You’re back in the store once more. >

< You grip unto the shelf and take a deep breath. >

< Foolish. >

< You press your fingers against the bridge of your nose and adjust your glasses. >

< You laugh quietly as you can. >

< You truly believed this could work, didn’t you?>

< You really thought helping them all would be the key to your escape! >

< That if you helped them, if you were loved, then surely it had to free you, right? >

< Hahahahaha! >

< That was awfully childish of you! >

< They loved you but it’s not enough to save you! >

< And why would it? When has anything ever been that simple for you? >

< You should know better. >

< Everything was reset back to the beginning. >

< Any character development reversed and undone. As if it never happened at all. >

< Mirabelle is back to feeling out of place because of her identity. >

< Isabeau is still hiding everything about himself, pretending to be something he’s not. >

< Boniface is back to feeling like they’re useless and that they don’t contribute enough to the rest of you. >

< Siffrin won't remember the times you spent together.. back to being scared of you..! >

< And you're back here.. again.. and again .. and again! >

< That's what you get for hoping! That's what you deserve, for being so blinding incompetent and - >

< You slowly look up and glance at the clock. >

< Siffrin will enter the shop soon, won't he? >

<…>

< You need to cut this spiral of yours short then. That’s fine, it’s not like crying ever did you any favors.>

< Focus on the present. >

<The power of friendship didn't work. That’s fine. >

< All you can do is try something else now.>

< You owe it to everyone to keep going. >

< The story isn’t over for you yet. >

| You got a MEMORY OF FAMILY! |

< You'll always remember this. >

| When equipped, Memory of Family doubles everyone's EXP gained in battle, except for yours. |

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 5

Warnings:this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

Despite feeling entirely out of place, you can’t resist the draw of sleep. Nestled on the couch beneath a blanket, a soft pillow under your head, you drift away from the tension rippling off your study buddy. Even in the next room, you sense the density in the air. 

You’re so tired, you hear yourself snoring from the depths of your unconscious. Your brain is sludge and your dreams are murky. You only wake up as you sense the murmur of voices. 

You open your eyes to the glare of the TV in the pale light of day. You rub your cheek as your vision clears. You blink at the screen as the teen drama plays out. 

“You snore louder than my dad,” Faye snorts. “Morning, sunshine.” 

You lurch up, almost top-turning from the suddenness of it all. You remember where you are in an instant. You knead your temple as you try to sort yourself out. 

“Um, good morning,” you croak through your dry throat. “How are you feeling?” 

“Better,” she grins, still in her pajamas as she drapes her legs over the armrest of the chair. “How about you?” 

“Urgh, tired,” you drop your hand as the blanket falls to your lap. “Sorry, I should go--” 

“Daaaad,” Faye hollers over you. 

You flinch and turn as you hear footsteps. As you glance over, Walter emerges in a bathroom. You can tell by the glimpse of his furry chest and the glisten in his curls that he just got out of the shower. 

“Your friend’s awake.” She chirps. 

He looks at you and his shoulders square. He really doesn’t like you. You can’t help but wonder why he insisted you stay. 

“It’s alright, I’m just about to head out,” you stand and fold the blanket and set it neatly on the cushion. “Thanks, again.” 

“You should at least have breakfast. Dad made waffles.” 

“Waffles? Oh,” you glance at him. “I wouldn’t want to... impose.” 

“No big deal, I saved some batter. Iron heats up in a snap,” he shrugs. 

You face him as you cross the room. You stop by the doorway into the entry, “it’s very nice of you but I’m okay. I really should try to catch a bus.” 

“Gimme a few and I’ll drive you.” He offers. 

“Really, it’s...” 

He’s already stalking away before you can finish your protest. You sigh and grimace at his back. He really doesn’t give you a chance to argue. With anything. Would it be easier to just have him look at the paper before you go and tell you everything that’s wrong? 

“My dad likes you,” Faye giggles. “He doesn’t like anyone.” 

“Um, I don’t think so,” you lean on the doorframe and stare at the TV, trying to make sense of the snarky conversation. 

“He does,” she insists. “I know, I’m the only other person he likes.” 

“Sure,” you tut. “Does it matter? I just need to get this project done.” 

“Don’t you think it’s funny? My dad taking a writing course? He doesn’t really seem like the creative type. More the bashing skulls type,” she cackles. 

“I don’t really know... him.” 

“What did you think when he showed up? I’d be pissing my pants,” she doesn’t look away from the TV as she speaks. 

“I don’t know, I thought someone named Walter would be skinnier... maybe have glasses and a pension?” 

She laughs even louder, “oof, don’t say that too loud.” 

You let yourself smile. She’s not a bad kid. If you were her age, you might be friends. 

“I’m just going to get my stuff together,” you say, “uh, Faye, it was nice to meet you.” 

“You too. Nice to have someone around to keep the wolf from coming out in the full moon,” she snipes. 

You snicker softly and leave her. The analogy isn’t far off. Walter does fit the type. He’s a bit furry after all. 

You check that everything’s in your bag and ben to put on your shoes. You pull on your jacket and Walter appears; he wears a black hoodie and dark jeans. He pulls on a jacket and leaves it undone before he grabs his boots. 

You zip up your coat and hook your bag on your shoulder, “thanks, again. You know, I have a bus pass.” 

He grumbles and you quiet. Don’t push your luck. Hopefully he only needs to revise a little and you can be done with all this. 

You flinch as he suddenly moves toward you. Your eyes round and you hit the door with your back. He tilts his head as he reaches past you for the handle. You look down and cringe. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t... paying attention.” 

He hums and you shift out of his way. He opens the door and lets you out first. You step into the sunshine, a deceptive beacon as your breath puffs out visibly. You cross your arms as he locks the door. 

He gestures you ahead of him to his truck. You go down the walk and to the driveway. You wait on the passenger side until the locks click. You open the door and climb in. He has a much easier time stepping into the high vehicle. 

He pulls his seatbelt down as you do the same. He turns the engine and lets it rumble as he turns the dials for the vent. He checks the mirrors and grips the wheel in one hand. He leans his elbow on the arm rest as he backs out. 

“You know,” he says as he rights the tires. “I got eye surgery so I don’t need the glasses anymore.” 

You squint at his remark. What? It takes a moment before you realise. Shoot. 

“It was a joke,” you say. “Obviously...” 

“No pension for another fifteen years at least and, well, helps to have a bit of bulk in my line of work.” 

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. You really didn’t mean anything. 

“I’m sorry, I... yeah, I say stupid things.” 

He’s quiet as he steers. He sucks his teeth as he stops at a sign, “it was a good joke. Better than Faye’s werewolf schtick.” 

“Oh, uh, right,” you flick your thumb nervously. 

“You seem like the werewolf type. Know any good books?” He asks. 

“Werewolf type? Um, didn’t think I put out that vibe but... maybe Mongrels? I don’t read a lot about that stuff actually.” 

“Mongrels,” he nods. “I’ll check it out.” 

You’re almost flattered that he’d take your recommendation, less so that he thinks you’re a Twilight girlie. You stare through the windshield and take the victory for what it is. You don’t think you’ll be getting any more than that. 

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 11

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Bucky had no idea that someone was making an evil plan against him. He had been advising you on managing Velari’s business for the past few days.

You quickly grasped the management concepts, learning from the best, Bucky. Another reason for your quick understanding was your previous business studies at a prestigious university. However, you couldn't continue your education due to internal conflicts within your family.

That was your biggest regret. You only bark but never bite. You managed to continue your education only because Cassandra sold her jewelry. You will never forget the sacrifice she made for you. You clenched your fists, remembering the heartbreak in her eyes when she sold her cherished possessions.

But still, whenever you tried to rise, life seemed determined to bring you down again. Genevieve used all her connections to prevent you from learning business and management.

You discovered this when you confronted the dean, who said, "Mrs. Sinclair donates a lot to this university, and we don’t want to disappoint her." You had felt a cold rage, your hands trembling as you realized the extent of her influence.

Most prestigious universities denied you. The only place that accepted you was a community college, where you randomly chose to study health and physical education because, at that time, you felt utterly lost and alone.

You just wanted to get a degree, any degree. You sighed, recalling the sense of defeat and the hollow feeling in your chest as you enrolled in a field you had no passion for.

Sometimes not expecting anything gives the best gifts. The lecturer and friends you met were the most supportive and kindest people you had ever encountered. That’s how you got the job as a teacher at Granite Hills Reform School, where problematic, delinquent students from all over the country were gathered.

It was tough at first; your teachers and the principal had warned you to be careful. But you felt like you could make some changes because you knew how the students felt: not being listened to, getting bullied, not being appreciated, and being ignored. You remembered the frustration in their eyes, a mirror of your own past struggles.

Comparing the discipline required for dealing with delinquent students who always gave outrageous excuses, working at Velari seemed easier.

After redefining the clothes' design with Andrea, you felt like the old Velari was back. You never thought redoing the design would be easier than looking at the accountant's records.

It was a mess. You ran your fingers through your hair, your brow furrowed in disbelief.

You scratched your head, unable to believe how much the business was bleeding. Bucky was also reading the numbers. "If you don’t do something, Velari will be closed in two years." His tone was serious, and his eyes met yours with concern.

"Urgh." You threw your head onto the book on the table and hit it a few times in frustration.

Bucky extended his hand and placed it on your forehead. His warm hand held your head gently. "Don’t worry, you can fix this." His touch and reassuring words made you pause, feeling a flicker of hope amid the chaos.

You felt your face warm up. Bucky noticed too. "Are you having a fever?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

You quickly moved your head away from his hand and shook your head. "No, I guess I hit my head too hard," you replied, trying to downplay your flustered state.

The chat between you and Bucky didn’t go unnoticed by Andrea, the senior designer. She bit her lip and continued drawing, stealing glances occasionally.

Bucky cleared his throat. "If you want, we could make a press release for a new rebranding for Velari."

"That’s a good idea," you nodded. "Can we also include AstraNova Group in the press release?"

Bucky nodded. "Sure." He looked at his watch and got up. "I’ll send the PR team to help you with the press release."

"Thank you," you said, your gratitude showing in your smile. Bucky smiled back and left the room.

"It was so sweet, I can't even describe it," Andrea remarked, taking off her glasses and smirking at you.

You felt your cheeks warm up again. "It's not..."

Andrea raised her hands in a mock surrender. "I won't tease you, but I saw how he always comes here and even stays with you until late at night. It says something."

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I don’t know... To be honest, I don’t believe in romance after what I saw happen to my parents."

Andrea nodded sympathetically. "I understand, but not every story ends the same way. Sometimes, you just have to take a chance."

Andrea sighed, then approached you and gently took both of your hands in hers. She looked at you with a mix of concern and nostalgia. She remembered the first time Ophelia brought you to the shop.

You were cheerful, always laughing at the most minor things. But everything changed after Ophelia died, and not even a year later, your father remarried. Understandably, you have trauma around love and opening your heart to another person.

“Give it a chance,” Andrea said softly, squeezing your hands. “If both of you share the same feelings, that’s good. And… if Bucky cheats, I’m sure you could give him a lesson.” Andrea chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

You chuckled too, the tension easing from your shoulders. It would be a lie if you said you didn't have feelings for Bucky. You glanced down, your cheeks flushing slightly.

Andrea noticed your expression and gave your hands another reassuring squeeze. “You deserve happiness, just like anyone else.”

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Andrea. I'll think about it."

Andrea smiled warmly, patting your hands before letting go. “Good. Now, let’s get back to work. We’ve got a lot to do.”

👗👗👗👗👗

Since his memory returned, Bucky has been practicing touching other people. He started with his parents first. Though he still couldn’t hug them, he could hold their hands without feeling disgusted. His mom and dad were astounded and cried at the same time.

Finally, they could have physical contact with their son again without Bucky feeling nauseated or acting like they were germs. As parents, it was heartbreaking to see him struggle. The kidnapping stole Bucky and their chance to be an average family.

Juliana sipped her tea while watching her son read the newspaper. "So, today you’re going to be the honored guest at Velari?" she asked with a teasing smile.

Bucky nodded, not looking up from the paper.

"I never thought my son could be interested in fashion," she teased again, her eyes twinkling.

"Mom… I’m just… repaying the favor," Bucky replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah… right," Rowan and Juliana murmured together. Because of Bucky’s condition, he never had the chance to have an intimate relationship with someone. He spent his youth only studying. So now, with Bucky and you? They couldn’t be happier.

Bucky wanted to smile at his parents' teasing but held it in. He stood from his seat, adjusting the buttons on his jacket. "I don’t want to be late."

"Why so early?" Juliana asked, looking up from her tea.

Bucky kept walking toward the door where the car was already prepared for him. "I have to stop by her house first."

"Tell her I said ‘Hi’," Juliana called after him, a knowing smile on her face.

Bucky paused at the door, turning slightly to nod before stepping outside. As he approached the car, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness, his heart pounding at the thought of seeing you.

🫖🫖🫖🫖🫖

Bucky arrived at your house and, as usual, greeted Cassandra first. She looked much healthier, having gained some weight since the first time he met her. Even with her dementia, Cassandra was always friendly to everyone. She was sitting in the garden with a blanket on her lap.

“Hello, Grandma,” Bucky greeted her warmly.

Cassandra’s eyes widened with recognition. “Ah, Patrick. It’s a beautiful morning, isn’t it? Did you have breakfast?”

Bucky smiled softly, though he didn’t understand why she called him Patrick. After meeting a few times, she started using this name. He had mentioned it to you, but you didn’t know who Patrick was either.

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” you said, walking into the garden while adjusting your earrings.

Bucky fell silent, momentarily mesmerized by how different you looked today. Cassandra noticed, too, and clapped her hands in delight. “You look so beautiful, Ophelia. Did you make the clothes from my design again?”

You bent down and kissed her cheeks. “Yes.” Bringing your mother’s and grandmother’s designs to life was one of your greatest joys.

At least Genevieve and Victoria had never gotten their hands on the earlier designs. Kneeling beside Cassandra, you took her wrinkled hands and looked into her eyes. “I’m going to revive the old Velari.”

Cassandra tilted her head and caressed your hair gently. “I believe in you,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and trust.

🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗

The ride to the press release was quiet. You kept silently memorizing the speech you were going to deliver to the journalists and critics. In the fashion world, critics' words held significant weight.

Bucky sensed your nervousness. “Don’t worry. You can do this,” he said, his voice steady.

You took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Yes, I can do this.” Then, you looked at Bucky, feeling a surge of gratitude. You had reached this point mainly because of him.

“Bucky… I…” Your eyes widened when you saw Bucky’s intense focus on you, and he reached for you. “Wait…”

“Get down!” Bucky shouted, dragging your body away from the door. The movement was swift. As the car stopped at a red light, a big SUV suddenly rammed into Bucky’s car.

The car window shattered, showering you with glass. “What the fuck?” you exclaimed, feeling a mix of shock and fear.

Then you realized the person who had shielded you was trembling. You looked up to see Bucky, his face pale, his body rigid.

The traumatic memory of his kidnapping had resurfaced with startling clarity. He had just wanted to go home early from an event hosted by AstraNova, finding the party boring with no kids his age. But that decision had led to his abduction, a memory now mirrored in this moment. The nightmare was returning: the darkness, the cold, and fear.

“Bucky?” you called, trying to snap him out of his frozen state.

‘Bang.’

You hear the door closed from the SUV and see three big guys coming into your car. You saw the driver is fainted. “Shit.”

You touched Bucky's face urgently, trying to break through his fear. "Bucky, look at me! I know you're scared. Me too! But we can't stand still. We have to run. Argh…" Suddenly, strong arms grabbed you from behind.

The person was big and rough, wearing a ski mask. He muttered, "You're a firecracker, aren't ya?" His confidence wavered when you stared directly at him.

You continued kicking and squirming to escape his grasp, but his strength was overwhelming compared to your students'. Where was Bucky?

“Bucky!!!” you screamed, desperately searching for him.

“Don’t worry about him. We just want you,” the abductor sneered as he dragged you toward the waiting car.

Fear surged through you as you realized what was happening—had you just been abducted?

You kept kicking and struggling against the abductor, but he gripped your leg harder. “Be good, or I’ll break your fucking legs…”

“Help!” A voice suddenly cried out, weak and desperate.

You and your abductor both turned toward the sound.

What you saw was beyond anything you could have imagined. Bucky, whose body was smaller than the abductor's, had launched himself into action. With surprising strength and speed, he grabbed the other abductor and threw him in a wide arc.

The abductor struggled, choking and gasping for air. His resistance faded, and he went limp, unconscious. Bucky discarded him like a sack of garbage.

Your abductor's voice trembled with disbelief and frustration. “Fuck, she didn’t mention any of this.”

You were equally shocked. You had never imagined that Bucky possessed such strength and skill.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky had been quietly preparing himself for such situations. He had learned various martial arts and survival techniques, practicing diligently despite his physical limitations. Unable to spar with others, he had honed his abilities with machines and workout equipment, constantly pushing himself to the highest levels.

Now, faced with real danger, Bucky's training revealed itself. His strength and determination were beyond anything you had ever seen from him.

Andrea echoed in your mind, "If Bucky cheated, you could give him a lesson." If she could witness this moment, she would indeed be astounded.

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[lari-the-dragon]

RTV Tour: The Endgame

(Blood writting, -No drawings sadly- , also a lot of swears-)

Lari started to enter into another crisis, despite trying to maintain control of the situation and calm herself down, which didn’t seem to be working very well. After all, her current concern was enormous, since here was "His head, his rules". She remembers when Mr.Crystal put her in the TV Dimension for the first time as a form of "Time-Out" and she literally broke her way out of his head...But could she do the same with RTV??? He had the power of the five stars, and to make matters even worse, she didn’t have the same strength or power she had back at her place-! WHAT A BULLSH-!

Suddenly, she feels something gently bumping against her shoulder and snaps back to reality, looking at the Razorwhip who was looking right back at her. She gazes her for a moment, and all of a sudden, that irritating intrusive voice starts talking again. "CUTE! MUST- P E T! PEEET THE DRAGON!!!" The eyes of her mask seemed to be in between one of confusion and one of cuteness...Urgh...At this point, she considers it a curse to want to pet anything she finds adorable...Anyway, why Marie was...Oh- heh..."Ya comforting me Marie?" she thought, a slight smile appearing behind her mask as the dragon seemed to do the same.

Then his voice echoed in the place, making her immediately tense up and look up in his direction.

“Why Hello my not-so-dear tour participants...Glad to see you all here! Whether you came through willingly...and some...Who needed a push...to come through."

“Excuse me to interrupt you Mr.Puzzles, what if I told you I had something revolutionary,would you be interested in any chances traveling to unknown universes?”

Out of nowhere a blonde woman floated towards him, did she have a death wish or what?? Not even she would have the courage to have so much nerve-

“Let me present to you my gizmos or stars.”

The woman continued now taking out of her pocket a blue star...Wait- she won't do what she think she's gonna do...right?

 “I promise I’m not here to scam anyone, I do indeed know my ‘name’ may cause some suspicions. But it is just a direct translation of my family name ‘De La Escroquerie'.Actually my family were scammed by those filthy scammers but that's just an unimportant detail. ”

While the woman was making her presentation, the eyes of her mask seemed a little confused and even a bit perplexed by this, the pupils of her mask eyes slowly looking at RTV screen that seemed to be giving more of a warning with that smile that he didn't give two fucks to that.

“As you can see the interdimensional portal has indeed worked. Huh, it looks just like you,what are the odds? Sadly I can’t sell you mine since you know, you  have to be linked to it and I forgot how to create them, but there are the instructions at my base on my computer,and the only possible way to go there at the moment is by my very own VESPA that is parked outside of your STUDIO...Do we have a deal?”

Her mask eyes widened now, how could someone-? THAT WOMAN REALLY WANTED TO MAKE A DEAL??? WITH HIM??? Oh for the love of-

“Cute. But that’s a NO.”

And with that he flicked the woman, sending her flying to the side, Lari just slapped her mask at the scene.

“Oh, and for your INFORMATION: I can already reach other universes just fine MYSELF. Maybe remember that before placing portals in MY studio...”

...She thought everyone here knew that...Looks like she was wrong...

Then he leaned down towards the little squirrel she saw going with the other group to the Health Department, and by the looks of it, she seemed...Worried...Well how could she not be? Everyone here was basically about to tear each other apart if he decided to attack or vice versa. Soon after he started to say something softly...HOLD UP- THIS SMELL LIKE TROUBLE-

Lari narrowed her eyes at the two, and in the next second she saw the squirrel eyes go static...Oh...Oh no...The pupils on her mask got a bit empty again...One more for his collection...Afterwards she saw the same small creature turning around, before taking place on one of the TVs, observing them...That was bad.

“Now, as I said, Nobody here is leaving. Not before we made some things CLEAR. Some of you chose to side with SMG4, complicated everything! And guess what happened. One tour-”

He was interrupted by crying and sniffing sounds, she quickly tried to find the source and saw...A cookie? Well not exactly a walking cookie, but a familiar looking one being held by the ribbon girl...Bruh- she needed to know her name, because that wasn't exactly a good nickname to call someone all the tim-

A huge *CR a cK* of chewing was heard, the pupils of her mask eyes returned to normal again as she stared at the cookie that now had a huge bite on its head, making her hold back a laugh..."Don't laugh please that would be very rude, please don't laugh-" Her mask eyes twitched a little before closing for a moment...Please that Marie don't give her a tail whip to keep her in line because it will definitely hurt-

“YOUR GODBOX-FORSAKEN AI KILLED MY FRIEND, YOU A**HOLE!”

Her eyes snapped open again, her hair fluffing up for a moment at the sudden loud voice-

At that moment she swung at him and punched his face, sending him staggering back.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, HUH?!”

The girl screamed at him, her anger definitely bubbling out as she looked like she wanted to kill him right there, sad for her that the punch didn't have the same effect as out of the TV dimension, looking at RTV again she saw that unsympathetic grimace of a smile as he suddenly dashed forward, grabbing her by the neck.

“Your friend killed HIMSELF by putting his nose in things that don’t concern him.”

“You bastard-! YOU TAKE THAT BACK- “

Then he proceeded to yeet her at full force back, making her fly into the depths of the tunnel...Damn bro-

"Anyone else?"

Lari slowly looked between him and the now very far away participant, then to the others, and Marie. She kept doing that with a unsure gaze for a while, until her eyes landed on SMG4, the man seemed very...Very pissed.

“Tsk Tsk, Now? As I was SAYING, because of the fault of some of you supporting SMG4, everyone will Pay. And I'll repeat, because of his intrusion, One tour participant less in the group from the original 57... Although...”

She saw him growing into a giant and looked at the...UH- Twins? Doubles?? It was a girl- I MEAN girls- foxes? They seemed to have mechanical parts- other bots in between them maybe?

"Not sure what I missed while I was out, but I suppose that covers the 57th participant. Must've overlooked, but oh well."

He shrugged before mumbling something and looking back at the group...She tensed up again, gosh, she hated that feeling of being so vulnerable, she still had her magic sure, but it probably wouldn't be enough to actually cause serious damage to him..."I guess it's better for me to just stay on the defensive and-"

She got out of her thoughts when she saw RTV quickly shift his gaze, she looked to where he was focusing and saw SMG4 and Animsay...With no TV on her head? Huh- I hope this isn't causing any side effects on her, hmm, why she took it off after all? I wonder-

And suddenly the meme guardian lunged forward with the help of Animsay who gave him an additional push... She almost screamed a loud "NO!" when she saw this, taking a quick step forward as she saw their "grand" plan.

“Tsk.”

RTV raised an arm, blocking the hit with little difficulty, before pushing SMG4 back, sending him flying with a bloody nose, and thankfully for him, Animsay managed to grab him in time by his hoodie to avoid he going to the unknown.

Lari stared at SMG4 for a moment, his bloody nose sparkling something inside of her that she couldn't explain, her hands slowly turned into fists as the pupils of her mask got a sharp appearence, so making a loud huff that seemed to release a bit of smoke from the sides of her mask, she turns towards RTV.

"no one...and when i say...NO ONE...Will hurt this version of SMG4- ON. MY. WATCH!"

She hissed, increasing her voice while summoning her crystals and preparing to fight...The Razorwhip seemed to prepare the spikes of her tail already, making her give a quick glance at her, she still couldn't believe she ended up along side Marie. So giving another smile, she glanced back towards RTV.

“Morons…”

Lari quickly moved a bit away from Marie and took the chance he was occupied with Smiley to aim the crystals towards his chest, but sadly for her, he sized down and even managed to dodge two of the crystals, 3 of them tho- managed to make crystal like holes in his coat.

She felt his gaze locking on her and freezed for a moment before shaking her head and dashing at full speed in his direction, but something catch the attention of the upper eyes of her mask as they looked to the side and saw....T H E L E V I A T H A N ? NO- not the time for that...The upper eyes turned they attetion back to RTV.

He managed to dodge Sci attack, grabbing her by the collar soon after, and then tossing her to the side. Lari made a high jump ignoring the laws of physics as usual and prepared to give him a powerfull kick in his TV head, just to same TV quick switch around to avoid her attack...Sneaky bastard.

When she missed the hit she didn't hesitated to summon more crystals behind her in a attempt to hit his head this time...Is not like this would be enough to kill him anyway, but at least it will keep him away for a while...She stared at him furiously while preparing herself.

“It looks like we are simply MEANT to cross paths...Allow me to get RID of that though.”

He snapped his fingers and the moment she was going to aim the crystals on him...They disintegrated...She looked back and saw they quickly turning into dust and disappearing...oh...OH FUCK-

Her hair fluffed up at the now realization that her magic could no longer be used... She quickly moved away from him and got into a defensive position, only to see the ribbon girl- MAN SHE HAD TO KNOW HER NAME URGENTLY- anyway, it seemed like she wouldn't have to worry about RTV now since the girl took her place and attacked him with her sick tentacles, making him retreat, and now that he was away she could start panicking.

She began to desperately try to summon them, but nothing, she even began to snap her fingers again and again…But the result was the same, she looked at the purple crystal she was carrying in her neck, taking a better look at it…It had a static color…He really blocked her magic, now if she already didn't stand a chance against him before, NOW SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T!

The pupils of her mask eyes started to get a little frantic, almost not noticing RTV growing again and Marie attacking him, that until she heard "NIRA!" out loud and finally came back to reality again, she needed to stop doing this at times like this-

Another finger snap echoed, she started hearing bone cracking sounds and quickly looked at the TVs, seeing mini versions of the oversized idiot appearing now…"THIS IS BAD, REALLY BAD-" She started desperately using all the eyes of her mask to locate the position of each of them…But she failed to see Nira approaching Sci and touching her face with her little black hands beside her, why she was-

Another second later the fish body went slack, eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness and her previous movement turned into an uncontrolled spin-

"Shit-"

She attempted to dodge but Sci was to close, hitting Lari and sending her floating back. Her mask eyes closed for a moment from the impact just to open again and look at her side and see...

A finger pointing right at her...Her eyes narrowed a bit at the bright electric light as she unconsciously moved a arm towards her chest, to protect it...And then it hit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The power of the electricity was so strong that despite her regeneration, several red lines appeared on her arm up to her neck in a matter of milliseconds. The eyes of her mask glowed a bright white, making her roll her eyes behind it as she screamed at a volume that echoed slightly... Her body trembled as she felt she was being burned from the inside out, that is until she felt something holding her from behind, she could barely see what or who it was…

Her body was almost paralyzed, even though now she was in motion. She could barely breathe properly, damn, if he had hit her heart, maybe the damage would have been a thousand times worse... Her ears were making an unbearable ringing inside her head, her breathing was fast as if she were searching for oxygen that wasn’t even there. But then she seemed to catch something reflecting in the corner of her vision, making her stop and focus on what she was seeing...It looked like metal under the sun... Wait a-

Her regeneration started to take effect, allowing her to slightly turn back, noticing she was being held in the mouth of a Razorwhip, who seemed quite worried about the condition of her small ally, her wings gliding in the air while her tail was already ready to attack the now countless clones of the TV head…Sigh- Looks like Marie was officially her live savior at this point… She really didn't want to cause this much trouble to her-

Her breathing began to stabilize as she continued being carried by Marie, who landed a little ahead where it seemed safer despite the numerous clones that had appeared around, then placing her on the ground, already preparing to defend her despite barely knowing her. Lari noticed this and immediately forced herself to stand up, to Marie’s surprise, there was no way she would let Marie face this alone after everything that had happened.

Lari slowly stood up, staggering a bit in the process, the dragon responded with a worried sound as Lari quickly managed to raise a hand up to try and reassure her.

"Calm down- arGh- Everything is alright ok? I'm fine- see?"

She lowered her hand and looked at her arm, slightly null with marks of electricity, which seemed to quickly disappear and return to how it was before, even Lari herself raised her arm and analyzed it for a moment before giving a relieved sigh and looking back at the dragon.

"I'll live don't worry, it takes more than a shock to kill me!"

Lari spoke with a somewhat proud tone despite the near-death situation she had just been through...Marie seemed to look at her from head to toe, not buying that at all... Lari herself was confused by this and decided to take a second look at her own condition and... Now she understood that look...The sleeve of one of her arms, the one she used to defend herself against RTV, was completely wrecked, not to mention a few holes here and there in her vest, aside from the bullet hole in the back of her shoulder. How did she not noticed all of this? Good thing at least she was wearing a shirt underneath this vest, that was quite resistant to damage...Quality stuff really makes all the difference-

She noticed movement of a few clones approaching them, making Marie immediately get alarmed and ready herself for battle...Lari gave a quick glance at her own hand, opening and closing her palm until long black claws appeared...Transformation...Seems like this is the only thing she could use right now to fight...Time to be good for once.

So giving a quick turn towards Marie, she spoke in a loud enough voice for her to hear despite the growls she was giving at the clones.

"MARIE!- Take care of the others! I'll try to create a passage for yall-"

Lari said, preparing to transform and destroy as many of these things as she could, but Marie didn’t like that plan at all, since she lowered her head towards Lari, making the same take a small step back as she watched the dragon let out a loud growl.

"Wha- COME ON! You are literally one of the only people here, that I saw, who have all the capacity to protect the others easily, you already saved my ass in a beat 2 times now! Let me be the tank for you now will ya?"

The dragon responded by giving her a strong smack with her tail on the back of her head, a piece of metal hitting your head definitely hurt.

"OuCH- okay OKAY FINE-!"

Lari grunted as she prepared for battle, shifting her form to something close to RTV’s original height, though still a bit shorter by around 1–2 feet. She grew crossed horns and long deer-like ears, huge claws, and a long snake-like tail with a crystal stinger at the end… She quickly shook her hair a bit, making it stand up before relaxing again. Marie seemed somewhat perplexed by what she had just witnessed.

"So...Are you ready?"

She said while raising both her hands close to her chest, her tail giving a strong slap on the floor as she smiled at Marie...The Razorwhip let out an amused huff while staying in a fighting position...The clones preparing to attack them.

"That the best BEAST WINS!"

Lari slammed her knuckles together forcefully three times for effect, while Marie spread her wings and raised the spikes on her tail, preparing to cut down those damn grinning foes just like she had done with Wr3n’s bots... And then, they prepared their fingers...Time for the dragons to shine.

Both let out a roar and charged to their respective sides, Lari going one way while Marie went another, dodging some of the shots fired at them by the Mini RTVs… Lari sprinted toward them with everything and then leaped forward, landing on all fours, suddenly increasing her speed. She locked onto one target and slammed into his stomach with her head, then stomped firmly on the ground and lifted her head upward with full force while he was still on top of her, leading him to orbit.

GAME!

Refocusing on the other clones, she quickly positioned her mask to take a shot that hit it directly, but instead of damaging her, it energized her mask, making her hair stand on as the tips lifted slightly, just for a moment, she resembled a porcupine. She then took advantage of the electricity in her mask and dashed toward the clone, attempting to transfer the electricity to it and knock him out. However, the clone dodged her charge, only to see her quickly spin and whip it with her tail, striking its side and knocking him down.

He didn’t die, and was already getting back up, and as Lari was preparing to finish him off, she suddenly felt something grabbing her from behind in a chokehold and forcefully stepping on her tail, making her let out a loud yelp. She struggled, placing her hands on the arm that was around her neck, but then she quickly dropped down and repositioned her body, throwing her attacker forward. He tried to grasp onto her side, but ended up falling instead, giving her the perfect opportunity to stomp on its screen, finishing him once and for all.

Only to receive a harsh uppercut straight to her chin, making her stagger backward, lifting her head up as blood dripped from her mouth due to the impact, her tail tried to stabilize her so she wouldn’t fall or be sent flying, and as she turned her head forward, she then received a jab right on her mask, making her be thrown back. "Dammit, those things actually knows how to fight!-" She grunted, trying to take control of the situation, managing to support herself back onto the ground… Then, the clone dashed forward, preparing another punch, just to her caught it with her palm, struggling slightly as she smiled at him. He didn’t hesitate to try hitting her with his other hand, only for her to catch it too with her free hand. Lari arms trembled slightly as she clenched her fists and abruptly yanked the clone toward her, raising her head, then bringing it down with full force, slamming it into the top of its head. The sound of cracking glass echoed as she followed through with a frontal kick, sending it flying backward…Seems like that one wouldn’t be getting up anymore.

She breathed heavily, struggling a bit as she wiped the blood from her mouth, her body quickly regenerating from the blows she had just received. Turning toward Marie to check if she had better luck, she noticed her focused on a group of clones in front and to one side of her. Marie didn’t seem to see one of them trying to sneak up behind her, preparing a shot… Lari eyes widened, and she huffed- "OH NO YOU DON'T!"

Lari began running like a beast toward the clone that was nearly ready to fire, shouting loudly to gets his attention and distract him from his target.

"HERE I COME!"

The clone looked in her direction with a grin, only for that same grin quickly vanish and turn into worry one as it seemed to attempt redirecting the shot toward her, but it was already too late.

(Puts gift cutely, and yes Lari did exactly that :3)

She jumped towards him, mouth open, biting into his TV head, causing both to roll several meters ahead. He missed the shot, and Lari took advantage of that, clenching her teeth into his screen and back head, the easiest part for her to bite, and tightened her grip, shards of glass entered her mouth as she managed to rip his head off… erGH- she spat out some of the glass and ran her tongue over the back of her teeth to check if it was all gone. Then, she quickly turned her attention back to the fight, grabbing the clone carcass with both hands and lifting it up as a shield while electric sounds crackled… His body trembled as if trying to come back to life, bizarre.

Looking behind her, she noticed she was now taking care of Marie back, who had already taken care of the other clones surrounding her before jumpscaring the other one. That made Lari grin with excitement as she shifted her mask eyes back to the clones still firing at the corpse she was using as a shield… Combo time!

With that, she threw the clone body upward and whipped it hard with her tail, sending it flying towards the two clones shooting at her. Lari heard a strong metal sound cutting something off and then saw debris floating through the air. "Oh-" she blinked before quickly dropping to all fours to dodge a tail strike that sent sharp spikes at the trapped clones, effortlessly impaling them.

"OOOoOO nice!"

She turned to Marie, watching her give a powerful wing strike that sliced some of the clones in half. Their bodies floated as pieces of metal scattered through the air, their fingers losing the electrical charge they'd been preparing, Lari took the opportunity of Marie still partially open wing to leap onto it.

"TOSS ME!"

Thanks to Marie powerfull wings and Lari relatively light weight despite her new form, the Razorwhip swiftly lifted her wing upward, launching Lari high into the air. Taking advantage of the space-like gravity, she simply adjusted her stance, preparing to propel herself, just like she did back at the Void when she needed to float to attack or escape.

And with that she began to spin, transforming herself a little into a ball (Sonic style) and going with everything back to the ground, right where the clone was… Marie released another fire blow but ended up missing, making the Mini RTV prepare to shoot her, but the Razorwhip took a quick look up and noticed the black ball quickly approaching and gave a quick dash back, keeping her body sideways to the clone, who didn't seem to understand why and continued charging his attack, only for Lari to uncurl and give him a strong tail slam, breaking him in half.

She landed with a loud THUD her tail positioned like a scorpion’s, eyes locking onto Marie, who scanned the area, it seemed they had got rid of all the clones in that area.

"HAHA! GG! Ya know, this actually IS a bit fun! Ignoring the parts where I get beated up of course...Cough cough."

Lari said in an amused tone, before lowering her voice at the last part and letting out a fake cough, covering her mouth while taking another glance at the destruction they had caused. Until more of them appeared, circling them…

"Are you kidding me...Just HOW MANY CLONES DOES THIS BASTARD HAVE?!?!"

She shouted, raising both hands slightly in frustration, looks like RTV have an automatic farm somewhere here in the TV dimension…That until RTV voice echoed so loudly that even the deafest person would hear it.

"ENOUGH!!! Now, ALL OF YOU! You had all your fun here enough. CONGRATS! You and your abilities, resourcefulness, teamwork and... sneaky...unheard talents...I'm impressed... well, half, Impressed."

She glanced between RTV and his clones for a moment, unwilling to let them catch her and Marie off guard, then she started hissing loudly at them, hearing the metal spikes on Marie’s tail preparing for more strikes.

"H-Hey, leave them all alone...It's me you want!"

Wait, after everything, NOW YOU ARE!- urgh, she wasn't about to let this happen after all that.

"Hm… perhaps a little too late, dear SMG4. The fault of one is the fault of all of them. Besides, THIS kind of behavior is exactly why I'm not letting you go."

Lari eyed the clones again as they closed in, her hissing growing louder, while her hair fluffled up like a snake.

"Again... as for... you two...Do you think that little stunt was to show me up?" 

What did they did? She was to busy fighting with Marie to notice her surroudings- then she heard Marie growling at the clones too, ready to attack-

"Hm... not much of a talker? And even after back at the Film Department? Now... people as high as I, have their secrets, and you two are the first in line to hear it...Well... My secret?"

She curiously stopped hissing to tilt her head a bit in curiosity, her ears tilting a bit, man she really needed to work in that-

"Sometimes... QUIET PEOPLE PISS ME OFF!"

Welp i'm dammed then-

however one of them started growing up, breaking free from his grip.

"W-What. Are. YOU???"

The big one took advantage of his surprise to grab her other version out of his grip and run away…Marie also got this chance to attack the RTVs with her spikes, making Lari go for it and run towards them, grabbing one of the spikes from the ground and piercing into the clone chest, fighting time!

Holding the clone with the spike lodged in its chest, she threw it upwards only for Marie to jump, flapping her wings to make her higher while taking advantage of the lack of gravity, and with a powerful whip strike, Marie sent it crashing into the others, some of them dodged. Lari quickly glanced at Marie’s tail and had a funny idea, jumping and suddenly holding her tail, causing Marie to look at her mid-flight.

"BERSEKER STYLE!"

Marie understood what she meant and spun around while she was still flying, throwing her with full-force towards the clones, one of them widened his eyes as she turned into a ball and detonated him, Marie took the chance and flew quickly downwards, opening her wings and cutting through the middle of the nearby clones, landing right next to her...Unfortunately for both of them, there were still many others.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot echoed, a sound she knew all too well in this case...Then one of a shattering TV, what just happened?

"No... 'REAL MEEEE'!!!!!!!”

Lari turned to witness the larger version of that mechanical fox taking a massive shot to the chest, red blood pouring out, however it was slowly shifting to blue as it floated alongside what appeared to be cards, the mini version of herself approached, crying.

"56 now...,”

“I-It's been nice... meeting you all. T-thanks, for the tour....O-Other... you,... You better return home in my place, yes?," 

Then she seemed to go limp, releasing a umbrella she had been holding…RTV crossed his arms, and then people around started crying, once again in shock.

"'Real'... 'REAL'?! Real... No... Please... What am I going to do?"

Lari just watched the scene with a neutral look, she was never the type to cry over the death of someone she didn't know or had no connection with, and… Death… wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to her...So she just focused on everyone's reactions, glancing at Marie who also seemed in shock.

"This feels wrong… Replacing the original? This… has to be a dream? It has to…”

Hmm…Was she too indifferent for not reacting? She continued observing the crowd, keeping track of the clones and the massive RTV.

“Do you realize... how she was enjoying the tour?”

"Something feels off." Lari muttered only for herself to hear, narrowing her mask eyes at the robotic fox...Why did this all seem so strange? She swore she had heard that tone somewhere before…

"Seeing her memories... So many good things... How....."

She sniffled, crying a bit more...UhH- Somethings tells her that this seemed forced and genuine at the same time...Was she pretending?

“How she learned to grow, how it took her a long time to adjust and make friends, despite being on the spectrum…”

The fox placed a blanket on her now dead self, holding her close..."I- SUPPOSE- i'm a bit soulless." Lari thought, not really getting emotional as she was probably supposed too, maybe because is wasn't to her or anyone she knew? Or because despite the fact that now 2 people died she somehow didn't considered herself in great danger? EVEN AFTER MANAGING TO DEFEND HERSELF IN THE LAST SECOND FROM RTV SHOT???? Maybe that's a reason of her acting like this right now...Maybe shielding that attack boosted a bit of her non existent ego-

"She enjoyed all the departments... getting a compliment for how she looked... how she interacted with the SMG3 Gang... Oh. The last time she saw the latter,... was that they were a lot... happier than before she met them. Did... did  she do something more special?... Like the green drink, the peculiar game, or the anime she was given the honors to pick? Was she …like a second Axol, to them?" 

"What is she talking about-" Lari said in mind, the pupils of her mask getting confused, she glanced at Marie again, noticing her empathetic about this all...Had [Redacted] affected her that deeply?

“She... she...She even cleaned your clothes when you were down..., and not even once, attacked you physically. She never had the intention to, b-because-...S-she was just a visitor, wanting to enjoy it all. Have a good time. And she did... Now she's gone... all that is left is a carbon copy... Knowing her, do you know what she would say... after what happened? Since I'm her...Mr Puzzles, I forgive you."

Lari noticed a subtle movement in RTV, she noticed he balling his fist...She then looked up at his face, he had that calm expression, but he seemed to hold himself back.

“It was her great day... It was a great day…”

It was a great day until i came here to see RTV face, and i'm greatly regretting not being on my bed sleeping right now.

​​“It was indeed a GREAT day…until someone had to mess it up. Shame.”

He spoke, his voice apathetic...Lari started couting the seconds for him to snap "3...2...1-"

“ENOUGH OF THIS SOB STORY!”

Lari blinked each of her eye mask lazily, until they widened up when RTV started to seized up, looming over everyone, hand grabbing TV’s on the side with such force that dents were left behind.

“You think you can BEAT me here? In MY world?!”

"Yes." Lari said boldly as always while raising one hand, Marie looked at her and seemed to cluckle a bit at her sudden declaration.

He now pointed a finger at the dead Rayas.

“THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU!”

"Hopefully not-" Lari voice at this point was like a hater in the back of the crown giving critics or responding like that was a question and not a real estantment...Then he let out a crackle that slowly turned lower and lower until his screen switched to a cold sneer.

“You’re right. Why TALK it out when you can FIGHT it out?”

A small smile now was settled on his face, as he slightly bowed down, hand on his chest.

“Well, it appears you’ve made your decision and I’ve made MINE...56 participants to go...Sorry, but I’m not hiring for a movie sequel. This ends here and NOW.”

Both Lari and Marie got surprised when the clones decided to attack them recklessly...And sadly for Lari, she got a huge hit on the stomach that send her flying backward, crashing into Marie and then into a massive TV that immediately began pulling both of them in with intense force as Lari begins to panic.

"NONONONONONO-"

And just like that, she entered the TV, static filling everything in sight…Her head started aching, forcing her back into her original form, the pupils of her mask vanishing as voices echoed in her mind, a conversation from a long-buried memory.

...

"Where- where am I??"

"Your new home."

"W-why am i-I gLi TcHiN g?? Why does it h U R T!- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!?!"

...

"...What had to be done."

The memory ended as she landed on what felt like grass, her mask eyes shutting completely while she quickly got up, shaking her head slightly and placing a hand over her mask, trying to process what she had just remembered. "Dammit, why remembering this now?" she thought, before realizing that it was probably triggered by the static that reminded her of the Forgotten Zone.

Lari started piecing the situation together and then realized something- EXTREMELY important: she had hit Marie.

That made her quickly turn toward the dragon, who was partially lying down, lifting herself up slightly and shaking off from the impact. In a flash, Lari rushed toward her, waving her hands in an embarrassed manner.

"I'M SO SORRY!- I DIDN'T MEAN TO HIT YA-"

Marie responded by giving a reassuring sound, but suddenly stopped and stepped forward quickly…Huh? Lari looked up, almost blinded by the brightness, but not completely, thanks to her mask protecting her real eyes, then she realized they were surrounded by…Vikings?

There were other people with them, like the little ghost with wing-shaped earrings and a tail with a blue line from earlier, and pausing to notice this one more closely, she seemed to resemble a dragon, making Lari subtly narrow her real eyes behind her mask at her, almost as if examining her. However, her focus soon shifted to other individuals, like a one-eyed creature, the guy with the hat and pinkish hair, the smiley maniac, and a…What the- Is that a ball of hair?- oh wait- it’s a person-

More people started gathering, including the meme guardian itself...She then noticed the Vikings taking a combat stance, prompting her to quickly reopen her mask eyes to give her better visibility in case of another fight.

“We…come in peace?”

SMG4 tried to reason with the scared and angry Vikings, she gave a little peek at the Razorwhip, who seemed quite wary of her surroundings.

“In peace, you have a dragon with you!”

Stoick the Vast...This one would be hard to convince, she looked where he pointed and was got a bit more alert when it was towards Marie and the little ghost, already preparing to change form if necessary.

“Well…”

While SMG4 searched for words, she heard something unusual and glanced back at Marie, only to see her transforming into another dragon within seconds…A Whispering Death, thin and long body with enormous spikes and a mouth full of rotating mandibles. Seeing one up close was both cool and slightly terrifying…She took a few steps back, watching as Marie swiftly dug a tunnel with impressive speed.

“Quick!”

He yelled to the group before jumping into the hole, sliding rapidly down into the darkness. Lari simply shrugged and leaped in after him, falling into the shadows, her mask pupils glowed in the dim environment as she followed the meme guardian, hearing the distant echoes of digging…A few lights flickered behind her, probably from flashlights, good thing she was used to the dark and could see just fine.

She took a moment to glance at the others again, putting both hands into her vest pockets, some of them seemed uncertain, even a little scared, not that she could blame them. Noticing the grinning one, he looked…Uhh- she wasn’t sure how to describe it, but something about him felt off, despite the massive smile he was giving. Should she thank him for saving her earlier?- hmm…Nah…

...

Maybe? She’d figure that out when she gets home-

Eventually the tunnel led upwards until sunlight could be seen lighting through, showing Marie made the breakthrough. Lari gived some quick steps now climbing back up to the surface, realizing they were now surrounded by the woods…"Wait- where is-"

She glanced back, spotting the Whispering Death hiding from the brightness. "Ah…Almost forgot-" She moved closer to the hole, ready to provide cover if needed…Others began gathering.

“Alright, everyone here? Let’s find a portal and move on to the next channel. If we are lucky, we aren’t too far from 999…”

A deep growl made her instantly alert, looking the source of the sound was…Toothless? "Oh yeah, of course." he started showing off row of teeth.

“Ah great…Hey, we don’t want any trouble. In fact, we will be right out of your scales-”

Lari saw Marie peeking from the tunnel, causing the Night Fury growls to intensify..."Oh fu--" She remembered that in the series, those two were rivals-

In the next second both of them started to grow more agitated with toothless now instantly changing into a attack position, maw opening...Lari braced herself to step in-

“Toothless, wait!”

A boy now came skipping from the side to the night fury’s side, quickly turning his head in the other direction...Lari narrowed her mask eyes, then widened them, Hiccup had entered the scene.

“What are you doing?!”

Then he turned his gaze to them...Now that's a bit awkward.

“You have one too…?”

Marie showed no sign of easing down, nor did the smaller black dragon too.

“Yeah…No worries though, she’s 100% harmless...Listen, we can’t exactly stay here and I don’t think the majority wants us here anyway…You don’t happen to have seen a black and white square?”

I don't think this is gonna work out SMG4-

“Oh! Yeah, me and Toothless saw it some time ago, but didn’t get very close.”

Nevermind-

“What is it exactly?”

Hiccup curiously asked, Lari just slowly started shaking her head like she was saying "buddy you don't wanna know."

“Our way home...Where is it located?”

“I can show you!”

“...or that.”

They watched Hiccup jump in Toothless back that didn't seemed very fond of the idea and began to take flight.

“Hey! We can’t all fly!”

“Oh, right…”

After following Hiccup and Toothless for a while, they spotted the portal located at a cliff along the coast...Taking a look at her back she saw the ground rising, proof of Marie moving through the ground due to the sunlight.

“That’s it...I actually had so many more questions to ask. Like how did you meet your dragon? And who are these other people? You know, the…not human looking ones.”

SMG4 rubbed his neck, giving a glance to Marie.

“You could say we ran into each other and now are sticking together to survive...Alright, let’s go guys!”

Lari nodded and went with the others…Taking a long breath and entering the portal, and once again static, another memory coming… But a different voice this time.

"Does this all is just a game for you?!"

"A good history can't have just rainbows and butterflies in it all right? For it to have T A S T E, It needs a bit suffering and pain."

"YOU ARE [Redacted] PEOPLE!-"

"Oh don't be dramatic- what fun would it have if everything was easy?"

Memory ended as she crossed the portal, giving her head a light tap to return to normal…"This is weird…I don't usually remember these things." Lari noticed the place, the broad dark hallway. The pupils of her mask turned into spirals as she quickly closed her eyes again. Taking a quick look around she searched for the Whispering Death, only to realize that it was nowhere in sight, she took another quick look in all directions and then realized that Marie had returned to normal, she gave a relieved sigh when she saw her…She was probably dizzy.

“Oh hey, you’re alive as well.”

“Where did you end up?”

“How to train your dragon. You?

“Hell.”

PFFFFFFF- DAMN BRO- she almost laughed out loud at that, hopefully it wasn't the literal hell.

“If we are all together again we may as well continue.”

“Right…”

Everyone now continued through the black hallways much similar to that of a generic house...Then at the end of the hallway, a door, opening it revealed a kid's room. And a giant TV placed at the back of the wall, displaying static.

She honestly don't want to have more flashbacks...

But then SMG4 stepped through, soon the others following...She sighed and looked a bit around, giving a long breath in and out and entering.

"What is the meaning of this...?"

"Specify.."

"THIS [Redacted]!!!"

"Ah...This-...Well, I just got...a bit mad."

Another memory with another voice, but what the hell was going on huh? Was RTV playing with her now? No, no...There must be something here that is triggering them, not just the static from the portals...Right?...And speaking of portals, the one behind them disappeared.

“It’s a loop?”

“Only one way to find out.”

They walked to another portal, Lari hearing voices in her head again…But this time they were lower.

"Do you undestand what you're doing here?!"

"Yes i do, giving everyone here a reason to NOT mess with me."

Other voices, but besides them some muffled ones of two people fighting could be heard from one of the doors, Animsay decided to open it only to reveal an empty living room…Although the sounds were still coming out of there.

“Getting major horror flick vibes here…”

“The Conjuring maybe?”

Another portal into the kid's room, and there we go once more.

Everything repeated, but while the voices in her head began to fade, the sounds of the environment grew louder, something she was oddly grateful for. Yet this time, instead of the fighting, there was a door being slammed.

Another portal, and they repeated the same process again. Now, it was clear that a male voice was screaming, though the words were too muffled to understand.

Once more… She caught something from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was in the kid’s room.

Again, and this time, a clear image formed of a familiar silhouette of Puzzles leaving the room, walking straight through the crowd before vanishing into the shadows…That made her tense up a little, her mask eyes still shut.

One more time, and now an ominous trail of static liquid led to the room they kept entering again and again…SMG4 pushed open the door, and instead of a giant TV waiting for them…A much smaller one, stuffed into the body of a child.

The same static liquid was dripping from the screen, onto its shoulders and floor...

"So this is how you feel about your past, huh? How…Sad…You really had nothing good in your past, did you? For you to want to erase it and replace it with false memories. Yes… That would actually be wonderful, wouldn’t it? To erase all of yours mistakes." Lari slowly raised a hand, staring at it, while distant screams echoed inside her mind…Then she swiftly shook her head, making them stop.

"Meh, who wouldn’t want that, honestly-" Lari simply shrugged, speaking to herself inside her head. "I mean, I’m already sick of remembering the delicious slice of Red Velvet cake I dropped years ago because I turned around too fast…Aw, my poor cake- F for you." Her mask released a single black tear from one of her bottom eyes, which she dramatically wiped away with a finger.

Something tells you she's making that up...She stares at a wall for a moment.

"Hmmm…Now that I think about it, are we really that different? I mean…We both have our own rules in our respective dimensions. Our own thoughts about basically everything…And even…[Redacted]."

Hahahah…I can already imagine what you’d say if you knew "what I am." You would look at me with that annoying grin of yours and say, “You are nothing more than a HYPOCRITE.”

Lari glanced around…Observing everyone’s reactions. "After all this, will any of us try to stay in touch? I know I need to do something about that one." She turned toward the floating smile guy… Then let out a long sigh, briefly eyeing Marie. "…If she knows what I had done in my dimension… Would she still want to talk to me?" She stared for a while longer before shifting her focus back to the kid. "I doubt it…But i'm still owing her for everytime she saved me." She began counting on her fingers how many times Marie had defended her.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her thoughts, stopping mid-count when she saw the little Puzzles stir and back away…He was alive? In that state? Man, he had to be in so much pain right now.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…I’m SMG4.”

SMG4 said, kneeling down infront of him and offering a hand, the kid seemed to be very scared of them, but eventually reached forward, giving his hand a small shake, before quickly letting go again...She just stared at this.

“Nice to meet you too, dude...Look, me and my friends are trying to find a way out. Do you happen to know the way to Channel 999?”

The kid gived a quick nod then suddenly walked past them, grabbing the hand of the first person that was standing to the side, the leviathan, so she simply watched him pulling her along...The same fish didn't seemed very sure of that but allowed her to led by the kid who was now walking back into the hallway and opened another door.

It seemed very small at first but the more people entered, the more it seemed to expand...It remembered a bit of her house in her dimension, but it worked waaay differently that this, making her curiously look around...Noticing a saw lying on the floor right in front of another portal...She looked at it for a while...More screams echoing in her head as she forced herself to look away...Entering yet...Another portal.

"Why do you give up so easily?"

"I just can't keep up..."

"Or maybe it's because you prefer to choose the easiest option."

URGH- That was louder this time, a flash of a dark and white figure lurking in the shadows…Shit even here she was chasing her? Hah...That's so her.

But she quickly turned her focus to the now massive RTV, his TV head leaning on his hand as he eyed them with barely hidden contempt…The small squirrel, who she now learned was named "Nira"was standing next to the portal, her eyes flickering with static, a clear sign she was definitely not to be trusted.

“It took you a while, maybe even LONGER than the crew.”

RTV now drawled, his gaze briefly landing on SMG4 before shifting to the little version of himself, who immediately noticed and tried to hide behind Sci. A chuckle escaped RTV, though it seemed more hysterical than usual.

“Ah and OF COURSE you once again couldn’t help to stay away from things that don’t CONCERN you.”

He now straightened, hands placed next to the portal as the colorful maniacal smile now popped up on his screen.

“So…who’s ready for the FINALE?”

Everything turned upside down when people started attacking, Lari instantly shifted into her previous form, scanning for ways to handle the maniac despite her obvious disadvantage…What was here that could be used against him? She couldn't transform into her biggest's forms because she wasn't in her dimension, and to make matters worse, her magic got blocked, making a second option of transforming into something big go straight down into the pit.

She blinks a bit and look at her sides..."Hang on"...Whe began scanning the area quickly despite all the chaos.

"Marie?"

She spoke in a low voice, starting to grow restless as she frantically scanned her surroundings- oh shit shit SHIT-

Out of nowhere, a massive leviathan emerged, charging straight at RTV… She watched the enormous being wield its trident against the grinning idiot…But after a moment of admiration, she snapped back to her mission: finding Marie!

After weaving through some participants, she heard a sound that was oddly familiar… Quickly dropping to all fours and picking up her pace, she rushed behind a rock and caught sight of a gigantic white tail spinning downward before vanishing in a tunnel.

"Was that…THE G O A T?" Lari faintly heard the sound of something being destroyed beneath her, almost like a mini earthquake…It clearly was the dragon she was thinking.

Lari swiftly climbed the rocks just in time to see the big Leviathan being knocked down by RTV, only for an enormous albino dragon resembling a Whispering Death to erupt from the ground and bite into his arm, spinning him around before launching him into a rock formation.

"OH MY GAAAAWD-"

She putted both hands on her head, impressed by the action. If this wasn’t a life-or-death situation, she’d have loved to grab a chair, pop some popcorn, and watch from the sidelines…HOWEVER! She had to do something, anything that could help them. She stared at her own hands for a moment. "Maybe this will work, but it won’t do much."

She altered her form even further, taking on a more draconic appearance while pressing both hands to her mask, which seemed to merge into her body before vanishing. When she looked again, she was slightly taller than before, four white eyes with black pupils, and a nose of a snake, her entire body darkened to pitch black, her hair turning white, along with the three iconic dots below one pair of eyes…She steadied herself on the rock, preparing for a jump...

"Yolo."

With that, she leaped extremely high, she wished she could fly now, but that would probably be more of a hindrance at this moment. Landing on the ground, she bolted across the rocky terrain, closing in on the battling titans ahead…The whole scenario was almost hilarious, there were three massive beings clashing, and suddenly, a lizard decided to join the brawl…She climbed one of the rocks, opened her mouth, and fired a blast at him, striking his screen. He glanced at her momentarily, and she prepared another blast, only for his screen to absorb it…Oh, come on- SERIOUSLY? She jumped back down, sprinting toward them.

At least she was fast, that was a win in all this, wait a- RIGHT! She turned invisible as she darted behind the rocks…Weaving her way through and dodging scattered debris, including white spikes, she managed to reach RTV, leaping onto his leg and swiftly climbing upward, her claws sinking into the fabric as she spiraled her way toward his torso. Upon reaching it, she jumped onto his functional arm, extending her sharp fangs outward and biting into the rigid metal…However, this instantly made her visible again, her body reappearing as she attempted to inflict some damage on him, her tail trying to coil around his arm. She didn’t notice his hand reaching in, and gripping her torso firmly before tearing her off his arm, some small teeth left lodged in it due to the speed… She quickly regenerated them while looking up at him.

"You SOMEHOW are more FOOLISH than the other one."

"HISSSSSSSSS!"

Lari showed her fangs at him as her stinger attempted to pierce his arm, making him glance at her with an expression of sheer disgust.

"Disgusting."

Then he began to squeeze her, bone cracking sounds were heard, causing her to scream and struggle as blood spilled from her mouth. Her head drooped for a moment, fighting to breathe and loosen herself from his grip…Until she slowly lifted her head again, speaking in a sharp, aggressive voice, staring him while blood still dripped from her mouth.

"Go...To hell."

"This isn’t the first time I hear that...Now do me a favor and PERISH!"

And with that his hand moved back just to throw her with everything towards the rocks… She flew for a while, not being able to look back until she heard another huge crack, colliding with a rock as she rolled to the ground…More blood falling from her mouth as her back was broken, shit… She tried to get up, only to tremble and fail miserably, her body struggling to regenerate, she was running out of power to be able to keep do it…

"Was...really that all I was able...to do?" She mumbled while coughing more blood..."Hah...How pathetic...I guess i really shouldn't have tried anything." Her eyes slowly started to close...filling her vision with nothing but the pitch black.

"Choosing the easiest path again?"

Lari opened her eyes again…Only to find a dark silhouette watching her, the countless white eyes with pupils that seemed to pierce through them, staring at her fixedly…She didn't seem to be in the void of the Puzzles dimension now, but in another void.

"I-....I- c-can't do much."

"This is not a excuse."

The creature hissed at her, Lari only looked at it defeated...Making it roll it's numberous eyes and said coldly.

"So this is it huh? What about Marie and SMG4 huh? Are you really willing to let them get hurt, after you was all proud and excited on the earliers fights? Are you willing to let them die because you wasn't strong enough to get up?"

That got a reaction on Lari, making her struggle a bit while slowly beginning to move her arms and legs to get up.

"no-"

"THEN GET UP AND FIGHT! USE ALL THAT POWER YOU STILL HAVE AND DO SOMETHING UNTIL YOU ARE NO LONGER CAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING ELSE!!! AND IF YOU DIE- at least you will die as a fighter."

She gritted her teeth as her regeneration slowly worked to heal her. Gradually, she pushed herself up on all fours, wobbling slightly, her vision shifting from complete darkness back to the void of the TV dimension, her tail struggled to support her as she leaned against the rock beside her…Her breathing was heavy, every inhale requiring force to keep herself standing. Huffing, with caused to smoke come out of her various nostrils at once, she sharpened her gaze back at the silhouette before her, which gave a wide grin.

"Now we are talking! NOW GO THERE AND HELP THE OTHERS!"

"AYE AYE [Redacted]!"

Lari was now fully healed, though she realized she wouldn’t be able to keep doing this for much longer, it was draining too much of her energy. She then started walking toward the battling titans…But before she moved forward, she stopped and looked back. The creature was no longer there. She gave a soft smile and continued, determined to do something to stop the TV maniac…But what could she do? Most of her attacks were useless…UNLESS INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM, SHE ACTED AS A DISTRACTION!! THAT COULD WORK!

(Theme inside her head)

Lari sprinted forward like a wild creature toward them, but quickly changed her path to dart behind the rocks, turning invisible so he wouldn’t notice her, suddenly she halted when she spotted an oddly small stalagmite yet large enough for her to carry with her tail like a club. Opening her mouth, she fired at its base, breaking it free from the ground and coiling her tail around the thinner part. She then returned running, watching the giants battle as she maneuvered behind them, climbing a high rock formation and preparing for a jump…Reappearing from view.

She was behind RTV, now all she had to do was- JUMP- launching herself high and rolling slightly, still gripping the stalagmite with her tail while spinning to gain more speed, she started to descended rapidly and-

BONK!

She smacked him hard with the stalagmite, making him to turn quickly and see her falling infront of him, she gave a timid wave as he attempted to grab her, only for her to vanish, his grip missing her by an inch.

As soon as she hit the ground, she make way toward another tall formation… Reappearing and deciding to poke the bear with a short stick.

"HA! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!~"

The weird little black and white lizard grinned with excitement while taunting RTV, who turned toward her, part of his screen glitched.

"Tch- like if I want to waste my time in capturing a vermin."

"Okay, he took the bait- time to annoy him a little." She thought.

"Uhum right...like you definitely didn’t wasted a LOT of that just attempting to capture a certain blue guy, a rat and even a kid- and still FAILED!!! What silly me to think you had any chances in catching me~"

She gived a little flick in her own head with one claw, while her tail started wagging to one side and another teasingly.

"Because obviously you can't do that even in your own dimension...do you really need yours guards for everything? Damn you're pathetic- have you considered training? It may help that lack of skills-"

RTV seemed to tilt his eyes and she almost sure she hitted a nerve, making her give him a long smug smile, however that same smile quickly dropped when RTV started running towards her.

"It was at this moment she knew...She fucked up."

Desperately she whipped around to run and nearly slipped off the rocks, hearing rapid footsteps closing in on her.

"NOW YOU COME HERE PEST!"

She quickly glanced back, realizing not only had he obliterated the rock she was standing on, but he was also showing that terrifying expression and closing the gap at an alarming speed…Making her let out a seagull meme scream before running even faster.

"fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK- I DIDN’T ACTUALLY EXPECTED HIM TO GET THAT MAD!-" She heard a massive stomp, momentarily lifting her off the ground before she barely managed to land again and barely dodged a kick.

Apparently, the more she dodged him, the angrier he gets, because she was almost sure his speed was increasing by the second.

"OK [Redacted] TIME TO LOCK IN, ONE MORE TIME!! PLEASE, THAT I HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY AND POWER TO DISTRACT HIM UNTIL THE OTHERS GET THEMSELVES READY!!" With that, she kept running, catching a glimpse with her back eyes that he was preparing up another strike…Instinctively, she turned invisible to avoid the hit, and he appeared to slow down, looking at his surroundings irritably…Time to play tag.

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@rtv-puzzlevision-studios

Ok that got WAAAAAAAAAAY too long lmao-

I was planning in making drawings, but sadly my laziness attacked and you know- (I'll prob draw them later in a better way)

@fenicearts420 ... Don't die Deadly noodle.

Victims: @leirom71000 @niranutcake @grinnames @lrayasostripes @purpdrawsthings @scimagic @alelathedragon @theclosetcreature @change-name-later @purplehairball

- She’s going to keep running in a direction away from the others, turning invisible every time he gets too close or prepares a hit.

- She surprisingly can keep up with RTV in terms of speed, but he’ll definitely outpace her eventually, because she’s smaller, meaning she has to dodge more obstacles while he charges straight through them, forcing her to stay invisible to avoid him.

- If someone else takes the lead and attacks him, she may climb or join in for a few strikes, but most will be fire blasts since claws, punches, kicks, bites, and tail strikes won’t deal any damage.

- If she realizes she’s not being much help, she’ll retreat back to SMG4 and the others…Staying on guard to protect them in case of danger.

(If you want feel free to use those lol)

Phrases she can say if he miss:

"MISS ME~"

"Are you even trying buddy?"

"DAMN! YOU REALLY SUCK!"

"Is this really all the power those 5 stars gives you? Jeez- what a wasted time."

Phrases she can say to get his attention if he loses sight of her:

"HEY LAMPPOST! I'M RIGHT HEREEE!"

"SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! You know what i said? YOU SLOW AS F#CK!!!"

"SCREEEEEEEEEEE-" *Creature noises*

"Cough cough- Hiiii RTV!~"

[sashimi020]

almost yours p3 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ [mitsuya x reader]

PART 3 (3/5)

p1 | p2 | p4 | p5 notes: feedback, reblogs and comments appreciated!<3 i hope you guys like this chapter!! (not proofread so there may be mistakes)

tags: @dollrndo credits to @i-mmaculatus for the dividers!

the “date” from last week went mostly well, save for the questionable interruption by mitsuya’s friends but you think that it was pretty funny. they’ve always been fun to be around. you get why mitsuya hangs around them. you wish you could be closer to all of them.

sunday rolled around and you found yourself similarly jobless. maybe you should get something for mitsuya? he did cook for you later that week as promised.. the food tasted really really good. oh. your mouth is watering just thinking about it.. urgh. “get yourself together y/n!” you tell yourself. new years is nearing and you think maybe you could surprise him with a gift! that’d be sweet. 

only after 10 minutes did you realise that you were completely stumped for ideas on what to get him. sewing materials? that’s dumb. he already has that. another cardigan? too risky! it’s expensive and what if he doesn’t like it? a drawing? you don’t trust your artistic abilities to capture his beauty. you grumble into your pillow. why did choosing a gift have to be so hard? you suddenly felt a pit in your stomach.. what if you just didn’t know him well? how could this be?! you guys have been friends for ages and you don’t know what to get him?! you take a deep breath before you spiral and reach for your phone. staring at it, you’re struck with what you think is a genius idea! you should just ask his friends! they’d help you out right?

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y/n -> kazutora

y/n: HI KAZUTORA

kazutora: whatsupppppp

y/n: you’re suchhh a greattt frienddd you know?? i think you’re soooo awesome! 

kazutora: what do you want. 

y/n: i need a favour!

kazutora: -.- what is it?

y/n: i’m trying to find a gift for mitsuya but i can’t figure out what to get him

y/n: you and the others have spent more time with him so i thought you could help me

kazutora: ohh yeah i could, what occasion? his birthday isn’t coming up.. 

y/n: ohh. he cooked for me recently! i thought i should pay him back some way :)

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operation: mitsuya x y/n

kazutora: y/n is trying to find a gift for mitsuya bc he cooked for her they’re so cute what the heck 

draken: awhh

kazutora: she said she needs help finding gift ideas but i also have like no clue 

mikey: we’ll all go shopping?

baji: it’s so hot out.. 

mikey: SACRIFICES MUST BE MADE FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO COME INTO EXISTENCE

draken: stop being so dramatic

mikey: :( 

mikey: bad ken-chin

mikey: WAIT I HAVE A GOOD IDEA

baji: when have you ever had a good idea

mikey: shut up this is actually good

mikey: what if two of us convince mitsuya to get something for her and two of us help her get something for mitsuya and then they can have like a little gift exchange thing?

draken: .. thats.. actually not a bad idea

baji: kudos

mikey: you guys underestimate me too much 

kazutora: me and baji will go with y/n you both go with mitsuya?

draken: sounds cool

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kazutora -> y/n

kazutora: wanna to the mall with me and the baji? we can help you find something there. 

y/n: sure! i’m free today evening i think, would that work for you guys?

kazutora: totally

y/n: thanks again! :3

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kazutora, y/n and baji finally make it to the mall. you three browse the stores for a bit and engage in idle conversation before you find yourself pause at a display in a store. it was a jacket, specifically a bomber jacket reminiscent of a certain video game character you liked. you stared at it for a second, wondering if it’ll look good on you, wondering how much it cost, wondering if you should consider getting it. kazutora and baji noticed you staring at the jacket with a rather longing expression. “something caught your eye” “huh?.. oh.. nothing nothing..” you turn away, ripping your gaze from it. kazutora took note of the store and the jacket you were so intently staring at. that would come in handy later. 

eventually the three of you ended up in what was a jewellery shop. "hey what about this?" baji pointed to a pair of matching bracelets. “ohh that’s so cute. i can see him wearing it” kazutora adds. you doubt if your feelings would be too predictable and obvious with a gift like that, you laugh awkwardly “isn’t that.. a bit too.. er.. couple-ish?” they both stare at you, deadpanning. kazutora and baji look at each other "yeah you’re getting that" 

"if you really aren’t sure about it, you could always get him another gift" baji says after you pay for the bracelets "it’s not that i don’t like it, i think it’s really cute.. i just.. don’t want him to think it’s weird.." baji frowns. kazutora raises his eyebrow. "what makes you think that?" "i don’t know! look.. i just.. he’s really sweet okay? but he’s.. kind to everyone. there’s nothing different about me. i don’t want to come off as overzealous with this gift" baji sighs "trust me when i say this. you.. you guys are different. he treats you differently" "we see it y/n.." as they both acknowledge the unspoken feelings you feel yourself get flustered “whatever! forget it" 

after browsing the stores for a while you spot something. a pin cushion. it’s perfect. you’ve never seen mitsuya use one so you figured maybe he didn’t have one, even if he did he wouldn’t mind a second, right? “oh! good spot! i think he’d love that" kazutora says. "i vaguely recall him talking about wanting one but i don’t think he ever got around to getting it.." baji adds. you grin and hold it up like a prize, what a steal, not bothering with the price you check out immediately with a small gleam in your eyes. 

the three of you parted ways, and said your goodbyes and you finally made it home. you stared proudly at the bracelets and pin cushion. there was a part of you that still got nervous about the bracelets, you could only hope he wouldn’t find it weird.. you try push the insecurity away and tuck yourself into bed, mind clouded with thoughts. overall you thought this was a pretty good gift. maybe you could add something else later.. oh! maybe make some origami.. definitely you had to package it nicely.. would he open it at the festival? you hope he would. your heart skips a beat and you feel your nerves tingling at the thought. you couldn’t wait for new years to roll around. you shut your eyes and let your exhaustion from the day ease your nerves. 

the little jacket detail is actually a bit of my nerdiness seeping in. i got into resident evil recently and i really REALLY badly want a jacket that looks like leon's like it looks so freaking cool!!

i just realised mitsuya isn't even in this chapter 💀 this was pretty short but its 12 30 in the night and i have to go to sleep so i'll upload ch4 tmrw probably!

[andromeddog]

hi! i really like your wwi art! i was wondering if there’s any tips for drawing helmets? specifically german helmets (im doing an art project about all quiet on the western front)? thank you for your time!

hiiii anon ty for enjoying my work!! your question makes me a little nervous bc i am really uh not good at drawing helmets. esp the stahlhelms…. but i will try to give u at least a little bit of insight to how i approach them!

um did u know? the stahlhelm is actually my worst enemy. it’s such a fucking stupid shape i hate hate hate. the side view is p iconic and recognizable but oof that front view just kills me. u have this HUGE semi rounded dome on top and then a bit of an angle once u get to the skirt/visor. no matter how u view it u can see the distinct way the skirt pokes outward, i think thats rly important to getting the shape right. i know i sound like a broken record but reference is reaaally ur best pal. google, pinterest, books, ppl are big fans of stahlhelms (some for…. iffy reasons) so u can find a lot of them online

one thing that has super helped me has been looking up 3d models! sketchfab or turbosquid r the ones i browse the most…. its rly useful to b able to rotate the whole thing and see its full shape, not just the one angle u get from a picture! that also helps ur brain visualize it as a full 3d object, which translates into a drawing (the more u study it/look at ref the better u will understand how it sits irl)

urgh okay. and then just examples of how ive drawn them. but again! peep that distinct angle! idk some of these r more successful and others r ummmmmmm. truly u can see how i use shading to just completely cover the areas im not confident with haha. rly examining these i can just see how wack the shape of these helmets are…..

oh also i would recommend checking out @/thespookedookie here on tumblr, they do some seriously incredible work centered around ww1 and aqotwf! they r a great source of inspo i love their art and style and everything

ok thats rly all i got! i’m sorry im not more helpful, u caught me in the middle of a series of bad days so i am not at my best or most coherent. but i hope this can help with your project in any sort of way! feel free to send any more questions u have, i will try to get to them in a timely manner :)

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the obscure shadow monster artist - upcoming character teaser. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

now playing . . . do I wanna know : arctic monkeys !! 🍒 : (  boogieman ˖ artist ˖ quiet boy ˖ morally grey ˖ dark academia ˖ italian ˖ male ˖ verse 781 )

the etching of paper drowns out deep, dark pools of silence. half-hung eyes to the sketch with a dozen open wide behind him, watching like a dark void. a haunted artist, vinicio agresta caliari, otherwise known as the boogieman. keep your fears to yourself, for even his silence holds weight. dead eyes to match his gripping pragmatism and dark, haunting charm with dry grins. ready to take a dance with darkness?

꒰  incoming voice message : “ oh sweetheart, you'll certainly be my ruin. ” ꒱

"Don't blink, your eyes won't see the light again when they open"

"Dolcezza. . . Please sit still, 'm trying to draw you properly. . ."

"My shadows can do a little more than just show themselves to you, amore mio."

"Have another go at it. Won't you? The shadows will dig deeper next time."

"All I want, is to read in peace. Please."

"No, My brother just left. You can't see him. Come back again never. Goodbye"

"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A SWAN AND A GOOSE?"

"Urgh. Bellpeppers."

"You have such unique curves. . . Wait, no not like that. I'm- it's, I'm just saying you are someone I'd be interested to draw- urh... good job Vinicio."

"Anything can be a fear if you twist it far enough."

"Why fear the valley when the shadows fall at my fingertips?"

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A Fortunate Mistake: Christmas Special

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader (+18)

Word count: 14,000 Fluff + Smut + Angst Smut Content: Dry humping, oral (reader recieving), marking bites, voyeruism, possessive language during sex, rough vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie

You are a maintenance worker for the Spider Society, one who's been keeping your relationship with Miguel a secret for some time. The holidays are now just around the corner, and while everyone else is excited, Miguel seems to be struggling. You decide to try and help him out.

Note: this is based on my other fic, A Fortunate Mistake, and takes place between chap 8 - 9, but can be read as its own one-shot! There's just an established relationship here. Anyway enjoy hehe

‘Okay, hold- hold- HEY, hold it—!’

You strained your arms as your fellow maintenance workers called back, all straining in the exact same way.

You were currently hanging almost entirely vertically from a standard beam in the HQ lobby, a position that came very unnaturally to you as a human. However, you weren’t at liberty to think about that right now, as you were right in the middle of helping put up Christmas decorations.

This would usually be a relaxing activity, or at the very least a mildly inconvenient one, but for a society run by spiders the decorations had to be a little unorthodox. So instead of getting tangled in tinsel or vacuuming up pine needles, you were hoisting an entire tree up the side of the HQ wall to be stuck down at an angle.

You wiped your brow and tensed the rope one more time. ‘Alright! Pull up, up- that’s it!’

With a final grunt the tree slipped into the pre-bolted stand, and your co-worker rushed to solder it in. You loosened the rope at first just to be sure it was secure, and when the rope went slack but the tree stayed firm you threw it down entirely. Job done.

You dropped to the floor with a huff, leaning on your knees for support. The most you could manage in response to your co-workers’ cheers was a thumbs up.

‘Oh- god, fuck- okay! We did it! Good job guys, you—’

‘Hey! What are you lot up to?’

You glanced up to see Peter B. eagerly jogging towards your location, his eyes fixed on the tree. You offered him an awkward wave.

‘Hey! Peter, hi. We urgh- we’re just putting the decorations up. We’ve got like ten more trees to do but we’re halfway there, so, you know! Baby steps. Keep a- keep a positive spirit and all that.’

You expected to see Peter get excited over the decorations, but instead his smile faltered. 

‘Oh! I, uh- I thought, you guys would have got the memo!’

Your eye twitched as your own smile faltered. ‘The mem—the what? The memo about what?’

Peter physically winced. He knew already that he was going to be the bearer of bad news. ‘Aha, well… Sorry let me urgh, find it, just a- second- OH, HEY! How about you hold May while I get it out?’

As a last-ditch effort to keep you calm he grabbed his baby daughter from her carrier and thrust her body into your arms. You stumbled as May squealed and patted your cheeks.

‘Oof- Peter, uh- she’s lovely but—’

‘AH! Here it is!’

As you finally found your balance again Peter shoved a holographic message right into your face.

‘See? Uh- last minute change, elites said it was safer to do holographic decorations this year! So they’re just doing that. In fact, they should be about to—’

In the middle of speaking a low hum began to fill the HQ, drawing you both to glance upward. Just as he’d predicted the entire building was suddenly filled with bright, shining holographic Christmas decorations, ones that totally eclipsed the meager work you’d done.

Peter and May cooed with glee as the other spiders let out rapturous applause. You, however, looked utterly sour.

‘Oh my god… Well! Alright then. Guess I’m on lunch break early.’

You awkwardly handed Mayday back over to Peter and brushed down your clothes. He didn’t even seem to notice. You bid him goodbye and waved off the other workers, all of whom looked just as sour as you, before turning and heading for the cafeteria instead.

If you were off work early, you could at least make the most of the extra time. You could at least hope he was here.

You swung by the cafeteria and grabbed your usual to-go bag of empanadas. The girl you knew there tried to sell you on something new they were trying but you waved her off; you knew he didn’t like surprises, all he wanted was the same comfortable treat.

With lunch in hand you scaled the beams up towards the highest corridor accessible to the spiders. You ran down the corridor filled with anomaly cages, passed the go-home machine and down to the left. All the way through the eerie, empty space, back to the person you wanted to see the most.

Back to him. Back to Miguel.

You shoved his office door aside with dramatic flair.

‘Miguel?’

You called out into the empty space and listened to the words echo upward into nothing. You noted that his desk was hovering about halfway up, but you couldn’t see him on it. Drat, was he busy again?

You turned a full circle in his room, awkwardly bouncing the empanada box on your hip. Where was he? Surely your luck couldn’t be that bad, right?

‘Mig—’

‘Up here.’

You jumped and glanced upward again. Ah, wait, there he was: one of his hands was draped unceremoniously over the edge of the floating desk, hanging limply with his claws extended. It seemed that your boss was lying flat on his back on the office floor.

As you went to put the empanada box in your bag for safekeeping a long string of neon red webbing cascaded down to the floor. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but secretly you were glad. This was as open as he would be that he wanted to see you.

With your bag tight around your waist you grappled onto the web and began to crawl your way up.

‘Hey there beautiful man’ you whispered as you crawled over the edge. Miguel did not respond.

He was, as you’d expected, lying flat on his back on the cold metal of his office platform. His arms were spread out and his legs slightly parted, with his eyes closed and his brow knotted.

You scooted along the rim of the office until you were sat by his head. Gingerly, you brushed a lock of his hair aside.

‘Hey Mig’ you whispered.

His eyes opened slowly, filling your gaze with red light. You tried to offer him a smile.

‘Nena.’ It was all he said, and while it was said affectionately you could feel the strain in his voice. He sounded exhausted.

‘Yep, that’s me. I uh- I brought you lunch. Your favorite.’

You pulled out the empanada box and shook it, hoping it would cheer him up. Miguel slowly closed his eyes.

‘Mmm.’

His grunt didn’t sound impressed. You put the box down beside his hand and leaned in closer. ‘You okay bud? You seem even more dry than usual.’

Once again he opened one eye, though this time he wrinkled his nose and brows. ‘Did… did you just call me, bud?’

‘Uh… yeah. Sorry. Am I, not supposed to do that?’

The two of you stared at each other for a good minute, lingering in that painfully awkward silence. You worried for a second he might get legitimately mad.

But, instead, the corners of Miguel’s mouth slowly began to twitch upward. His confusion turned to mild amusement, and a short huff of a laugh escaped his lips.

‘Ay, nena. I’ve missed you.’

You felt relieved. You glanced once at the edge of the office to make sure you were alone before pressing a tentative kiss to his forehead. ‘Sorry. I just feel bad, only calling you by your name all the time. I don’t have a cool nickname for you like you do for me’ you whispered.

You tried to pull away then, but Miguel caught you first. He used his claws to tilt your head down, pulling all the way until his lips hit yours. Your whole body went warm as he took one sweet and lingering kiss.

‘I missed you’ he repeated after pulling away. Your eyelids drooped.

‘I missed you too, Miguel.’

With a grunt your beloved pseudo-partner finally forced himself to sit up. He stretched a little as he struggled upward, and as always you were awe-struck by the sight of him. It never failed to surprise you just how large he was.

‘Mierda… Ah, you uh- did you say, you brought lunch?’ Miguel asked between rubbing his temple. You eagerly nodded.

‘Of course! Got your favorite this time.’

‘Really?’

Miguel tilted his head to glance inside the bag you’d brought, noting the labelling on the side. You had, indeed, managed to get his favorite flavor for once.

‘Good girl, nena’ he praised, sounding genuinely surprised. ‘Thank you.’

You loosened up at his stoic praise, your grin widened until your cheeks hurt. Without another word you handed over his half of the food.

You settled into your familiar routine, swinging your legs over the edge of the platform as you divided up your share of empanadas in the box. You tore the container in half to make two little plates you could eat off of to save him the cleaning, and with your plate on your lap you sat shoulder to shoulder in that empty abyss.

Miguel grunted as he checked his.

‘You didn’t get these ones as well?’ he asked, gesturing to your plate. You’d stuck with the beef empanadas, the most common ones they had, over the cheese ones you both preferred. You just shrugged.

‘Ah, yeah, but it’s fine! I’m all good.’

‘You changed your appetite?’ he asked, probing further as he took a tentative bite of his own to check the temperature. You shrugged again.

‘Um- no, just, they only had two of the cheese ones left. That’s all.’

Miguel paused mid-bite, his eyes rolling over to stare you down. You gave him a lopsided smile.

‘You—’ Miguel stammered and swallowed hard to finish speaking. ‘You gave up your lunch for me?’

‘What? no! I mean I’m still eating, so… I didn’t, give anything up’ you replied in an oddly defensive tone. Miguel didn’t buy it though. He let out a soft sigh, his claws coming up to gently scratch at your scalp.

‘You soft thing’ he murmured. ‘At least someone cares about what I want today.’

You glanced up from relishing the intoxicating sensation of his thick, calloused fingers scratching your head, and noted the dour, bitter look in his eyes.

‘Ohhh, oh okay. What’s happened? Is it the elites again?’ you asked, whispering the last part as if one of them would hear. Miguel pinched the spot between his brows.

‘Ay por Dios- ah, yes. Yes, of course, it’s them. They’re insisting that they host a workplace, festive holiday party, even though I keep insisting we are NOT a workplace, we are an organization who need to be on the offensive at all times, and THEN they want to- do this, thing, where we all exchange gifts in secret—’

‘Oh! Secret santa?'

‘Yes, that. Have you done it?' 

‘Mhm!’ You hurriedly swallowed in order to explain properly, all while Miguel stared you down. ‘Yeah you uh- you get given a random colleague and you buy them a gift, so its fair, everyone gets one.’

‘Yes, it is- a fine tradition, for literally anywhere else’ Miguel scoffed. ‘If I’m too busy for you I’m definitely too busy for anyone else. And I don’t know what they want! How do I find out?’

‘Don’t you have access to like, everything and everyone on those monitors?’ you noted, waving a piece of empanada at his desk. Miguel shot you a disapproving look.

‘I use that to keep the multiverse safe. Not to- spy on my fellow spiders so I can find them an appropriate gift.’

‘Yeah, but… you’re not saying you CAN’T use it for that’ you insisted. Miguel’s eye twitched at your playful naivety.

‘You’re a menace’ he grunted.

‘A HELPFUL menace, with good ideas!’ you cheered.

He couldn’t help it; a small half-smile broke onto his face at the sight of your gormless joy, but it didn’t last long. The anxiety of his situation crept up on him mere moments later.

Miguel pushed his now empty box aside and sighed. While you were mid-way through your final bite he shuffled backward until he was slumped against his desk, his eyes once again closed to hide from the world.

‘I don’t want to go’ he said bluntly.

Oh boy, you thought. He was in a really bad mood this time. You hurriedly swallowed the last of your lunch, manically licking flakes of pastry from your fingers so they didn’t get grease on his suit, before crawling over the floor to his side.

He didn’t open his eyes for you but his hands did reach out to grope for your body. You squeaked as he dragged you in against his side, squeezing your upper torso against his. You were smooshed directly into his pec.

‘I don’t, want, to go’ he repeated with a hiss. You patted his chest.

‘I know big guy.’

For a while you just lay in his arms, taking in the brief respite of each other’s touch while you could. You didn’t exactly get a lot of time together. The occasional outing or the occasional night visit to his apartment was the best you could get, along with these lunch breaks whenever he wasn’t on a mission, so the chance to just touch him was one you couldn’t pass up.

He was so warm. You squished into his pec and felt his chest move as he breathed, his heartbeat thudding on your cheek. Your fingers idly fiddled with his suit while his claws scratched at your work pants.

That brief, fleeting moment of domestic bliss was intoxicating. You squeezed him lightly, and he squeezed you back.

‘Nena?’

‘Yes?’

‘Will you come with me?’

Miguel’s interruption caught you very much off guard. You gabbed a little as his eyes rolled open once more, now peering at you in earnest. He was pleading with them.

‘Please’ he said softly.

‘Ah… I mean, won’t it look suspicious? I’m not a spider.’

‘You’re my friend aren’t you?’

Your face went warm. ‘I… am technically your friend, yes. I suppose.’

‘So it’s not suspicious. You had time off work, I passed you in the hall and offered for you to come. As a friend.’

You smiled, your fingers now tracing down his chest. You thought about how good he felt under the suit. That rough skin, scarred and warm, covered in thick hair you loved to run your fingers through when it was late and you were cuddling.

You knew from his sad expression he was thinking of the same. The way his hand squeezed you over your clothes, it was clear he was fantasizing about the soft, thick flesh beneath, and how warm it was when he gripped it.

‘Friend’ he repeated, his voice a little husky. You felt him bury his nose into your hair, breathing in deep.

‘Y-Yeah. Friend’ you repeated back. In that moment you both felt the same familiar spark: that unquenchable, physical magnetism, that carnal yearning you couldn’t seem to stop. Miguel squeezed you tight.

‘You’re- such, a good friend’ he whispered. Oh boy, his voice was definitely husky now. You felt him moving, bending, slowly forcing you down to the floor. His lips went from your hair to your neck.

‘M-Mig, we’re at wor- a-ah—’

You squeaked as he began to suck on your neck.

‘Mm… Mm...’

His moans were muffled against your skin. You knew he was fantasizing about biting you. You were deeply flushed, torn between your physical desire and your anxiety over being caught, but as his hands began to fumble your shirt aside you felt desire take over.

You helped him open your shirt at the top, allowing his hand to slip beneath the thin fabric. He began eagerly squeezing your breasts as he sucked and kissed your neck.

‘Ah- Mig.’ You whispered his name intensely, only barely managing to bite down a much louder moan. His fingers were so rough on your chest, and he couldn’t stop himself gently teasing your nipples to try and get another whimper out of you. You had to bite your lip to keep them down.

‘Mig- please, careful—’

‘Mm.’

He groaned into your skin and shuffled, his enormous body shifting until he was directly on top of you. You had to breathe in deep as his chest crushed your ribs.

‘Mig- M-Mig—’

‘Mmm…’

With a soft, satisfied moan Miguel began to dry-hump you over your work clothes. You could feel his clothed bulge desperately kneading between your thighs, eagerly pushing your legs apart so he could grind on your clothed cunt.

‘Mmm...’

You lay back and struggled to keep quiet as he rubbed himself out. You could hear the distant laughs and shouts of spiders somewhere beyond his office, and there was a real fear in you that they could come in at any time.

But, you didn’t tell him to stop. Why would you? After all, you were a filthy pervert for the man, and part of you kind of wanted to get caught. Part of you wanted to be his.

You moaned softly as he ground his hefty bulge just close enough to stimulate your clit. You could feel your slick soaking your panties, and you knew he was probably staining the inside of his suit with pre-cum. You clung tight to his back as his weight crushed you into the cold floor.

You were only drawn apart by one particularly loud shout. It wasn’t calling for Miguel, but it was enough to make him release you and jerk his head up. ‘Fuck… fuck.’

You could see the disappointment in his eyes as he cursed. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and gingerly wiped his spit from your neck.

‘Sorry, nena.’

‘I-It’s okay, it’s fine.’

With a soft moan Miguel buried his face into your hair once more. You felt his claws squeezing your waist.

‘I’d love to bite you’ he whined.

‘I know’ you panted.

‘I’d love… to bite you, and suck, and have you walk around so everyone knows you’re mine.’

You felt him give one final, needy grind between your legs before sighing and withdrawing, giving you the chance to shuffle onto your elbows.

‘What have you done to me?’ he whispered with a slight chuckle. You hurried to smooth out your clothes. ‘What have I done- why is this on me? I just brought you lunch!’

Miguel bashfully brushed his hair back as you sat up. He couldn’t help himself from looking, especially at where your pants had come down in your frantic dry humping to reveal just a little part of your panties. He was disappointed when you pulled them back up.

‘Mhm. Exactly.’ He reached out and took your chin in his hand, pausing your manic attempt to dress. ‘No one else who brings me lunch makes me want to act like this. So, clearly, there’s something about you.’

‘Ahuh. Very poetic, sir’ you teased. His eyes were so soft in contrast to his otherwise stern expression.

‘Come with me. Please.’

You finally finished sorting your clothes and shuffled into a cross legged position, facing Miguel head on. He leant his head on his upturned fist.

‘What do I get out of it?’

He snorted a laugh at your answer. ‘Ay, nena… How about, best friend status?’ he replied. He was trying to be sarcastic but you jumped at the idea.

‘Oh- oh shit, really? For real? Alright. Done. I’ll see you there, bestie!’

Miguel scowled as he watched you jump to your feet. ‘Do not call me bestie.’

You looked over your shoulder as you scavenged your things, clearly displeased by his curtness. ‘What, not even in private?’

Miguel sighed, his hand flying to his face. ‘Ay por Dios- ah, fine. In private is fine, but not in public.’

‘Aww, Mig, are you embarrassed of me?’

Miguel’s teasing seemed to fall off almost immediately at that. He looked distraught. ‘I- no, nena, of course not. No. I just- look if you start calling me that, Peter will think it’s okay! I can’t have that happening!’

You couldn’t help but giggle at Miguel’s genuine horror. You had to force yourself to stop as you gave him a sympathetic kiss on the chest.

‘Okay. I will come to your work thing. I’ll uh- distract Peter by asking about his thoughts on baby car seats, or Jess on motorcycle maintenance. You can sulk in the corner until it’s over.’

Miguel’s smile was genuine as he gazed down at you. For just a moment, things seemed like they might be alright.

‘Thank you, nena. You’re an angel.’

….

It was roughly 1pm, and you were anxiously pacing about two corridors down from where you knew the Christmas get together was happening. You were here waiting for Miguel to show up and make your appearance seem organic.

You were still in your work clothes, which felt a little odd, but you knew it would look even more odd if you weren’t in them in the middle of the day. You also couldn’t be too close to the party or it’d look stranger still.

You sighed to yourself as your back hit the nearest wall. Here, alone, beneath the cold fluorescents, you pondered this weird situationship you’d gotten into.

You loved Miguel dearly, you really did, both genuinely as a friend and as something more complicated. You just wished you could be more open about it. It was hard to lie, hard to constantly be on the lookout for ways to be inconspicuous. It was exhausting.

You didn’t even entirely know why you couldn’t be open about it. All you knew is you trusted him, or at least, you wanted to, so what he said went.

Your mind drifted to his lips on your neck, and you absently brushed where he’d kissed you. You thought about his words, about how he’d whined over not being able to mark you with a bite. Your cheeks glowed in the cold light.

You wished it too, you thought. You wished for nothing more.

‘Nena?’

You turned to find Miguel watching you from the corner of the hall. He was in full suit, even wearing his mask, which you found a little odd. You smiled as he approached.

‘Hey, big guy.’

Miguel glanced about the hall twice to ensure you were alone before placing a single, cautious kiss to your forehead.

‘You ready?’

You could hear the annoyance in his voice. He was already in a foul mood. With both hands you reached up and gently tapped his cheeks, urging him to remove his mask. He reluctantly obeyed.

‘There he is. Beautiful man.’ You cooed softly as you stroked his jaw, and you watched as he closed his eyes in response. You clung to that moment together, that sweet single moment alone, until you were forced apart by the sound of another spider’s footsteps.

Together you walked into the open lobby.

It was packed with spiders from ceiling to floor, with people standing or sitting at every angle possible. Those holographic decorations were extra bright here, filling the white room with a bright arrangement of rainbow lights. It was excessively cheery.

The moment you walked in you were hit with the low buzz of spiders chatting and calling over each other. Someone somewhere was singing, a gaggle of Peter’s were trying to get the radio to play music, but someone seemed to have already dropped eggnog on the thing and now all you could hear was the occasional static.

You also noticed very quickly that everyone else was wearing some horrible Christmas sweater. That is, everyone but Miguel.

‘Miguel! Hey! There you are!’

You jumped as Peter B. dropped from the ceiling in front of you, his arms flying to Miguel’s waist before the man could even respond. Miguel opted to just stand stock still in his usual, stoic posture, while Peter squeezed his ribs to dust.

‘Oh, I’m so glad! Hey, I told you it was festive sweater attire—’

‘I don’t- own one of those.’

Peter huffed at Miguel’s curtness. While Peter tried to put on his most disapproving, disappointed dad face, Miguel just curled his lip.

‘I brought you one! For this EXACT event!’

‘I lost it.’

‘You lo- how?! You live and work in the HQ!’

‘I lost it’ Miguel repeated. You could tell he was speaking through gritted teeth.

‘I swear you are unbelievable sometim—oh! Hey, you! It’s you!’

Peter finally noticed you standing awkwardly at Miguel’s back. You were easy to miss, as your body barely came up to his pecs and his shadow was currently hiding much of your body, but Peter’s senses were keen. He turned his accusatory finger from Miguel to you instead.

‘Hey! Oh, it’s good to see you, how are you doing?’

‘Hey, Peter. I’m- good, I’m good.’ You forced a smile to hide your anxiety over being here. You knew you weren’t doing anything wrong but you felt so out of place in these big gatherings. You weren’t a spider, you barely knew most of these people, and of course you were harboring the guilt of your secret affair with their boss.

As if sensing the strain in your voice Miguel allowed his hand to brush your elbow. It was a small, barely discernible action, but it meant the world to you. It was all the comfort you needed.

‘I didn’t know you were invited though’ Peter mused aloud. ‘I thought it was just a spider thing.’

‘Oh, I was—’

‘I saw her walking by and she mentioned she was on break, I thought- she might enjoy this’ Miguel said, quickly dropping your alibi in the most monotone way possible. You just nodded along with his explanation.

‘Oh’ Peter noted, his finger slowly retracting. ‘So, you two do know each other?’

Miguel grunted, his brows knotting into that familiar look of mild annoyance. ‘Do we know- yes, of course we know each other. She cleans my office three times a week. I told you before, we’re friends.’

Peter nodded along slowly. He wasn’t saying anything, but of course his senses had peaked. He was curious in a way that was making Miguel squirm.

‘So you—’

The three of you turned in unison as a sharp cry filled the lobby. It was a baby’s cry, a sharp squeak of joy, one that all three of you instantly recognized.

‘May! May, no, you can’t be up there!’

The red-headed baby had found her way onto one of the beams and was eagerly crawling towards the fake holographic tinsel, trying to grasp it with her little baby hand.

‘NO! NO, honey, you can’t- you can’t touch that- I’m so sorry, I gotta go!’

Thankfully Peter abandoned your conversation to climb the wall in pursuit of his baby daughter. You sighed with relief, your hand brushing Miguel’s arm, but when you touched him you found he was unbelievably tense. You glanced up to find his eyes glued to the ceiling.

‘Mig?’ you whispered. He was grinding his jaw with his lips pursed, his eyes unmoving.

‘This is why I didn’t want to come’ he hissed. Before you could speak he’d pulled away to the craft table.

‘Ah- Mig, hey!’ You hurried after him, awkwardly sidestepping the other spiders to reach him. ‘Mig? Miguel? What’s up?’

You finally caught him as he tried to hide at the end of the craft table, shoving himself into the corner. You bit down any jokes you instinctively wanted to make about this enormous, gorgeous man trying to hide anywhere.

‘Mig, it’s okay. Talk to me.’

You sidled up beside him and glanced about the room, making sure no one else was coming over. You could physically hear Miguel grinding his teeth at this point.

‘I knew this is what it would be’ Miguel murmured. ‘I get invited out of pity. Everyone’s here with their friends, and their family, because that’s what its about, and they know—’

Miguel choked on the last word. You noticed his eyes were swimming ever so slightly.

In the corner Peter was bouncing May in his arms while trying to coax Mary to go beneath the holographic mistletoe. Jess was laughing as she held up a hologram, on which you could see the laughing face of her husband as he admired her stomach.

You suddenly noticed how many Peters, how many Marys, how many Gwens were spread out here. Everyone seemed so comfortable with each other, and many more were talking about visiting their aunts or parents.

When you looked up at Miguel again, he looked strained.

‘I- I’m gonna take a break’ Miguel grumbled.

‘Oh, already? Hey that’s okay. Do you want me to come?’

He shook his head. ‘No, I just- I need a minute. Alone.’

Without another word he turned and fled, rushing immediately to the nearest bathroom stall. He locked it hard.

Suddenly, you were alone too. You immediately felt your heart speed up.

Oh god, did you know anyone else here? You sort of knew Peter B. but he was busy with his family, and you sort of knew Jess but not well enough to just chat. Everyone else here was a passing acquaintance. You began to wander aimlessly from spot to spot as if to imply you knew what you were doing.

You stared at the food but didn’t partake in anything but a half-filled cup of eggnog which you sipped on for support. You passed by the secret santa board listing everyone intending to participate, just so you looked like you were pondering it with purpose. You noticed Miguel’s picture had been pinned up there, his sullen face lost amide a sea of smiles. You spotted at the top a big sign declaring that Peter B. was this year’s organizer. Ah, of course, it was Peter orchestrating all of this. You quickly walked away.

Eventually you just found a corner to skulk in while you waited for Miguel to return.

It was quiet at least. Peaceful. Calm. You could watch everyone else stand around and sing and watch May admire all the Christmas lights.

You smiled too as you watched her. It was hard not to. It was inevitable, though, that your mind would drift back to Miguel again.

You knew about Miguel’s past at this point. You knew about Gabi, about his loss, about his isolation. You knew it was hard for him seeing every other spider suffer but still ultimately have a family to go home to.

Had he ever experienced a Christmas with Gabi? Did he even get enough time for that?

You knew, deep down, the real reason he didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t the casual socializing or the fact they weren’t technically a workplace. Maybe those things played a small part in his disdain, but really it was clear that he couldn’t bear to be reminded of what he didn’t have.

You glanced to where Miguel had gone to hide, praying for the door to open. It didn’t. You sadly sank back into yourself.

‘Hey, what uh- what an interesting spot you picked.’

You jumped as an unfamiliar voice called to you from the right. It was one of the nebulous Peter Parker’s, a slightly older one it seemed, who’d come to stand beside you on the edge of the lobby. You forced a smile.

‘Hi! Ah… what- Can I help you?’

This new Peter grinned in a way that made you extremely uncomfortable.

‘Well, I mean if you’re asking. This is the right spot for that after all.’

Now you were sweating. Your eyes darting as he started to chuckle. Why was he laughing at you? Who was this?

You realized his friends, a group of other Peter’s, were in the corner giving him a thumbs up. Immediately your stomach dropped, and with bulging eyes you slowly looked upward.

There it was. Mistletoe. Your idiot self had wandered right under it without thinking.

‘Oh! Oh, oh my god, I am- I’m so sorry, no, I didn’t—’

‘God you’re adorably shy, especially for someone waiting underneath it’ this new Peter chortled. You felt your heart hammering. Oh god, where was Miguel? Where was he? You tried to lean and look for him in the crowd, but the new Peter suddenly leaned in front of you.

‘So, you were standing here for no reason?’ he teased. You stammered on your words.

‘No, I’m- I didn’t know it was there, I swear, I didn’t mean to be here—’

He reached up to grab the holographic sprig, taunting you with it as he waved it back and forth.

‘Hey, come on, you gotta follow the rules’ he chuckled. He must have thought he was being playful, just indulging in some banter, but you were horrified. You tried to step away.

‘No, no I’m not- playing around I’m serious—’

‘HEY!’

Your whole body jolted as you were suddenly thrust away from the older Peter. A giant, muscular, red and blue clad arm had swung itself between the two of you and embedded itself into the wall.

Miguel stared down at the man before him, his eyes burning red. His face had contorted with rage, and his claws had turned the concrete wall into dust where he’d struck it.

‘W-Woah, woah, you—’ The man tried to speak but Miguel snapped at him before he could give any kind of excuse. ‘What do you think you’re doing? She said no!’ he barked.

‘I thought- I mean she was under the—’

‘She said. No.’ Miguel was hissing so hard that spittle flew from between his clenched fangs. The man took a step back.

‘Boss, hey, come on—’

‘No. I won’t, come on. There is nothing else to say. She said no. I do not allow people, in my organization, who don’t listen to NO. Especially when it’s her—’

‘Hey, man I was just joking—’

‘Is anyone laughing?!’

Miguel’s sneer had turned into a disdainful smile at this point, a deeply sarcastic grin which bore no joy. Peter had raised his hands into a defensive stance at this point. He knew he’d messed up.

‘I do everything for you ungrateful people’ he seethed. ‘Everything. I give up- everything. And you’re trying to take the ONE THING I HAVE—’

Miguel paused his onslaught abruptly when a hand hit his shoulder, gently drawing him back from his rage. He turned, following the hand to its owner’s face, only to find Peter B. staring back at him with mortified eyes.

‘Mig’ he whispered. Miguel slowly darted his eyes towards the rest of the room.

Everyone had frozen in place to stare at the little mess you’d made. You cowered against the wall with your hands clutched to your chest, while Miguel just stared with his mouth agape. He was panting, his chest heaving as his anger began to slowly dissipate.

‘Buddy?’ Peter B. whispered. At this point the other Peter had used the distraction to flee back to his friends.

‘You okay, buddy?’

Miguel’s face began to warp. It went from rage, to embarrassment, to guilt, right back to rage again. He cast you a quick glance that you couldn’t discern before shoving his way through the crowd.

‘Hey! Hey, Miguel!’

Peter B. gave chase, and after a moment of being frozen you also followed suit. You both managed to follow him to the lobby door before losing track, as he used his claws to drag his body up into the endless sea of beams going up through the HQ.

You panted and stumbled to a stop beside Peter. You were both alone, standing in the corridor just outside the main lobby. You could still hear the gossipy whispers drifting out.

‘Shit… Shit, oh god- Mig’ you panted. ‘I’m so- sorry, shit—’

‘Hey, hey, don’t apologize’ Peter stammered. He was also out of breath. ‘Argh, god- I knew this would be a bad idea. I knew he’d get wound up.’

You panted once, twice, recouping your breath, before rounding on Peter yourself. ‘Then why did you do it?! Why’d you make Miguel get involved if you know he hates it?’ you hissed.

Peter held up both hands in defense. ‘Hey! I just- oh, god, I’m so out of shape- look, I’m not oblivious! I’m not tryna be mean, or rude, I don't even celebrate this stuff, but—I just don’t want him to be alone again.’

You paused your intended onslaught when you saw the sincerity in Peter’s eyes.

‘Alone, again?’ you repeated back. Peter nodded.

‘Yes! He doesn’t—he doesn’t have any family. Not here, not even in another universe, he’s… It’s a hard time of year when you’re alone, even for regular people, but, he’s—’

‘Anything but regular’ you murmured. Peter gave another grim nod.

You sighed, hard.

‘Look, Peter, we’re worried about the same thing’ you insisted. ‘But just- forcing him to spend time around other people who have what he doesn’t have, how does that help?’

Peter held up his hands in surrender. ‘Yeah, I- I know. I know. I just thought- Sometimes, when he looks at May or holds her, I catch him smiling to himself. I catch him making those soft little dad noises at her and, I just thought, maybe he wanted more of it?’

The mental image Peter was painting made your stomach knot. You could see it so clearly, Miguel’s old worn face lifting into a smile as May cooed at him, as she reminded him of those long dormant instincts. It made your heart hurt.

‘But then other times he- he looks so defeated, and I… Well, my good intentions don’t really matter, do they? Either way I screwed up. I should have just, locked you two in a room or something, eh?’

You blanched at his sudden curtness. ‘You- what? What, what are you- aha, what are you implying, Peter? There’s no—’

‘Shh, shh.’

You stiffened as Peter put one finger to your lips. ‘Don’t wear yourself out, little lady, I know what you and my dear friend Miguel are up to.’

You could feel your face getting warm, and you were sure he could tell. Peter’s stupid puppy dog smile crept back onto his face as he watched you squirm internally.

‘What I meant was, I should have just done what he wanted, not what I wanted. And I’m fairly sure all he wants is to sit in a dark room on a couch watching some stupid old soap opera film while you sit next to him and, I don’t know, gaze at him adoringly.’

Slowly your body began to loosen up. Peter was right, there was no point lying. You reached up to remove his finger from your mouth.

‘I’d have liked that too’ you murmured.

In that moment it didn’t feel like there was anywhere else to go. You’d hit a wall, and the two of you were forced to just pace in the corridor in thought. That was, until something Peter had said stuck out to you in retrospect.

‘Hey, um—’

You held up a hand, awkwardly gesturing for Peter to come closer. He obliged, his adorable puppy face tilting as you mulled over what you were about to do.

‘This secret santa thing, could… could you do me a favor?’

Peter’s eyes lit up. You hadn’t stated your intentions but he already knew where this was going. Yes, you and Miguel were meant to be a secret. Yes, Jess had stated very clearly that it wasn’t a good idea to indulge it. But god, Peter couldn’t help himself. He was a romantic at heart.

‘What kind of favor?’ he whispered.

You leaned in closer and whispered back. ‘You’re in charge of handing them out, right? I want you to shift the names around. I want you to give Miguel to me. Nobody has to know, cos... yanno, it’s secret, but… could you do that for me?’

Peter beamed. ‘I can do that one hundred percent, ma’am, without a single issue.’

You beamed back. ‘Perfect! Thanks Peter, ah- sorry for snapping at you earlier.’

‘Hey, it’s all water under the bridge.’

As Peter flapped his hands dismissively you gazed up at the beams above. You sighed again.

You were supposed to spend Christmas with your family this year like always. It’d been a while since you’d seen them after all, and it was always something you looked forward to when you got the chance.

But, you felt like there was someone who maybe needed you a little more this year.

…

It was Christmas eve and almost all of the spiders at the HQ had gone home. The place was eerily empty without the usual crowds. With heavy snow falling outside the place felt liminal, like a building outside of space and time.

It was in this sea of nothing that Miguel appeared. He was walking alone through the lobby at a speedy pace, dressed in just slacks and a t-shirt. He was trying his best not to linger. He didn’t like to think about how alone he was, nor did he like to dwell on the echo of his footsteps. The only man left, the only footsteps in the whole HQ.

The echo felt cruel to him. It was like laughter, reflecting back to him his own isolation. He felt so small.

He found his way to the elevator and rode it up to the tippy top of the HQ, and all the way up he mourned his situation.

He missed you. You hadn’t had time to speak properly after the party incident, and he missed you dearly. He was left to think about what you might be doing, somewhere far from here, relishing the holiday with family. What was your family like, he wondered? Mum, dad, both, neither? Did you have siblings to bond with, or nieces or nephews to gift presents too?

You were always so kind. So soft. He was sure you’d planned their gifts well in advance. He smiled at the thought of you panicking over gifts, or getting excited over whatever they’d gotten for you. He daydreamed about your gleeful, shining face beneath the glinting lights.

What a sweet, domestic image. He wanted more than anything to just cling to it for a little while longer, but fate was cruel. The elevator came to a stop and jolted him back to reality, as its doors peeled aside to reveal the empty corridor to his apartment.

His smile faded. He looked exhausted. With heavy steps he trudged his way to his front door.

‘I’m home’ he muttered as he pushed the door aside. It was a cruel routine he did every time he got back to his apartment, calling out to a family that didn’t exist. As expected, nobody replied. With a soft grunt he kicked off his shoes and began to fumble for the light.

‘Welcome back.’

Miguel jumped in his skin, his claws bursting out as his suit automatically covered his body. In a defensive position he slammed the light back on.

‘WHO’S THERE?!’

His narrowed eyes darted about the now lit apartment before falling on a single figure in the center of the room, a figure sitting perfectly cross legged on his messy couch.

His eyes widened. It was you.

‘You… nena?’

Miguel lowered his mask to reveal his utterly stupefied expression. You couldn’t help but smile.

‘Hey, aha- sorry for the uh, theatrics, but… I mean that was kind of the point, right?’

Your awkward laugh filled the apartment as Miguel tilted his head.

‘Why- why are you here? How did you get IN?’ he asked. As he phased away the rest of his suit you swung your legs over the edge of the couch, hands clasped in your lap. You were trying your best to look like you knew what you were doing.

‘Ah- you don’t lock your door, so- I just walked in.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You never lock your door’ you repeated gently. ‘You always forget, or you stay at work so late you never come back to lock it. You told me, last time I was here, remember?’

‘I… did, didn’t I’ he grunted. After a brief silent stare off Miguel turned and began silently taking off his shoes, leaving you sitting in the stillness.

You smiled to hide your anxiety. You couldn’t tell from his expression yet how he felt about your little jape, and you hadn’t even fully revealed your plan yet.

‘Nena, I am happy to see you, obviously, but…’

‘Obviously?’ you teased. He bashfully held up a hand.

‘Hey, come on, don’t start. You hid in my apartment without telling me, of course I’m going to be surprised, I would have jumped regardless of who it was.’

‘I know, I know, I’m kidding.’

Miguel shook his head. He looked exasperated but still mildly amused. ‘I am happy to see you, nena, really, but… as I was saying, why ARE you here?’

‘Well duh. I’m your secret santa.’

Miguel blinked. Now he looked even more confused.

‘You… Nena, you weren’t—’

‘On the ballot? No! I wasn’t. But SOMEHOW, I got on there! Call it uh- divine intervention, maybe—’

‘I’d call it Peter meddling’ Miguel grunted.

‘Ah, same thing! Don’t think about it!’

Miguel paused before properly responding to your shenanigans, opting instead to drop his stuff and slump onto the empty couch spot at your side. Your whole body bounced as he sat down.

‘Alright. I got it. So- Peter probably bribed you into spending Christmas with me, huh? Or did he blackmail you? Wait- nena, did he blackmail you?! I swear I will—’

‘What? No!’ You waved your hands and scoffed, quickly patting him back down from his brewing rage. ‘God you’re bad at this. I had a go at Peter for making you do holiday stuff when you were clearly unhappy, he said he only did it ‘cos he was trying to make you feel less lonely. So, I asked him myself to put me as your secret santa, and I planned this whole charade. Because I- also, want you to be happy, just, not by way of enforced socialization. I know you hate it.’

Miguel stared at you with his hand halfway down his jaw. He looked utterly stupefied.

‘You… I, will never understand you’ he said softly, the words barely a breath. You just kept your smile as wide as you could.

‘So- you’re—’

‘Happy secret santa!’

You interrupted Miguel’s attempted speech by dumping a huge wrapped present box on his lap. Miguel froze, his eyes locked on the box like it was a venomous snake, a perfect contrast to you as you eagerly slapped your thighs with excitement.

‘Go on! Open it!’

‘This- what is it?’ Miguel hissed. You reached out and incessantly patted his bicep.

‘It’s your- present! So open it! NOW!’

‘Okay! Okay! Ay Dios—’

With a soft grunt Miguel hurried to unwrap the box, shyly lifting the top flaps aside. He peered down into it while you clapped your hands beside him.

‘It’s…’

Miguel reached in and pulled out a handful of items.

‘It’s- so that’s that chocolate you mentioned months ago that you loved as a kid. The chilli one. I had to get it imported, I was SO worried it wouldn’t arrive but it did! Yay!’

Miguel slowly turned the wrapped candy over in his hand. ‘Nena, you—’

‘And that’s some new boxers. I hope you don’t mind, but I remember you said it’s the one thing you always run out of because you don’t wear anything else under the suit usually so you needed more— I made sure they were in your colors though!’

Miguel glanced down at the pack of boxers you’d brought him. They were, indeed, custom printed in red and blue. He just kept mumbling to himself, unable to form a real response.

‘And- I got you that copy of your favorite film, because I know you have everything digitized but you’re a sucker for just having things, it means Lyla can’t see ‘em, and… Oh, what’s that- OH! Yes, and I got you a voucher, for the canteen, I paid for like, a MONTHS worth of empanadas in advance so you or I can use those there for, like, maybe a week, knowing us.’

‘Nena, this is… really, thoughtful’ he murmured. You beamed.

‘At-at-at, it’s not over yet. And, finally, well… I thought, I could stay over, maybe. Keep you company. Spend Christmas here.’

Miguel’s mouth was agape.

‘Not like- I don’t want to um, make this more serious than it needs to be, like, this can be just a… friends with benefits, Christmas? I don’t know, what I’m saying is I just want to, you know, be here. With you. As a… whatever we are. For Christmas.’

Miguel, still stunned, slowly shook his head.

‘But, nena, your family—’

‘Ah, they’ll be fine! They’ve had me for every Christmas since I was BORN! That is like, an unfathomable amount of me to deal with’ you teased. Miguel’s solemn expression slowly tilted, his lips sliding into a half-smile.

‘Ah, so you’re offsetting their burden to me this year, huh?’

‘Mhm! You’re stuck with me.’

Bit by bit, Miguel’s heart melted. That cold exterior turned soft under your earnest smile. He slowly pushed the box of gifts aside so he could face you properly.

‘I- couldn’t think of a better gift, than being stuck with you’ he said. You felt a rush of warmth through your whole body, and instinctively tried to bat it away.

‘Aha, no, come on. Even the chocolate?’

‘It is, much, much better than that’ he said. His voice had gone unnervingly quiet, unnervingly gentle. You felt your heart flutter.

‘Well, I’m… glad. I’m, glad you’re happy I’m here. Now- do you wanna help me cook, maybe? I’m not sure what you’ve got but, we can make something work, right?’

Miguel nodded slowly. His eyes were utterly fixated on your face, on your little joyful dimples and wide eyes.

‘Sure. Sure, mi nena. I’d love that.’

You smiled so wide it hurt. ‘Mm. Good! Good. I’ll uh- get started then.’

Miguel watched as you scrambled to your feet and rushed to his tiny kitchenette. For just a moment, he decided to hang back. He was trying to hide his instinctual fear from you. He was happy, yes, deliriously so, but that scared him down to his core. He wasn’t supposed to be happy.

Had he let this go too far? He still wasn’t sure if any of this could get you hurt, if this somehow upset his canon. He was supposed to be alone after all, and yet, here you were.

With dilated eyes he glanced at the enormous glass wall overlooking the city. It was still snowing outside, heavy and hard, and Nueva was coated in a soft, dreamy blanket of white which glittered in the rainbow city lights.

It was beautiful. Serene. He bent and whispered into his watch.

‘Lyla?’

‘Yes?’

‘Ah- are there, any anomalies?’

‘No sir, none.’

Miguel’s eyes softened a little. Huh, he thought, no anomalies at all?

‘Are you sure?’ he whispered again. Lyla flashed a small red X at him over the watch.

‘None! None at all! I already said that!’

Part of him wanted to ask her a third time but he stopped himself. No, Lyla was trained to know this stuff, she had to be right. That meant this, at the very least, wasn’t breaking his canon. For now.

He stole a glance at you in the kitchen as you rummaged through his fridge. Even that small, mundane activity, watching you forage around and tut to yourself, made his heart a little less heavy. In fact, it made it light. The sight of your face smiling, the way you bit your tongue to concentrate as you separated food on the counter, it felt like bird wings fluttering in his chest.

‘Ay por Dios- I’m too old to be doing this’ Miguel mumbled to himself, but despite his gripes he was just too intoxicated to stop. It felt too good to be this content, this flushed and flighty and nervous. If this was safe, well, perhaps he could just stay here. Perhaps he could just stay with you, just the two of you, in this sweet heavenly limbo.

‘Okay. Ah- thank you, Lyla. That’s all’ he mumbled. Miguel went to close the receiver, but he paused at the last second. He decided to whisper one more thing.

‘Ah- merry Christmas, Lyla.’

‘You- what?’

Miguel grunted, already embarrassed, but he repeated it again. ‘I- I said, you know—’

‘Yeah I heard you, I’m just surprised’ Lyla crowed. ‘What’s got you all soft and mushy? Finally feeling the spirit of the season?’

Miguel refused to make eye contact as Lyla appeared in holographic form, her eyes roaming his dumpy apartment. It didn’t take long for her to notice you in the kitchen.

‘You- ooohhh. Oh. I got it.’

Lyla shot him a smug grin as she tilted her glasses. ‘Maybe not the spirit of the season, but you’re sure feelin’ something, huh boss?’

‘Get- out of here’ he hissed.

‘Merry Christmas boss. You two be safe now.’

Before Miguel could snap anything back Lyla phased herself away. She even made a point of switching his watch off for him, a subtle indicator that she knew he ought to be alone with you right now.

Miguel took her advice and gently slipped his watch off. It would be fine on the counter. Now fully certain that the two of you were alone, he rose to his feet and joined you in the kitchen. He had only one thing left on his mind.

You were busy sorting out leftovers when you felt his shadow at your back. The weight of his pecs pushed in against your head as his hips brushed your rear, very lightly pressing you against the counter.

‘Oof- oh, hey! There you are, you okay?’

You tilted your head back, a goofy smile spread across your face, only to have it immediately wiped.

Miguel wasn’t offering his same slightly stilted smile. He had an expression that you were now very familiar with, but it wasn’t one you were expecting to see right now. Those half-lidded eyes, that open smile, the way his breath condensed slightly as it huffed between his bared fangs. You felt the red light of his gaze gawking at you, admiring just how small you looked against his chest.

He pushed a little closer and you oomphed again.

‘Ah- h-hey, Miguel, you—’

‘I didn’t get you a present’ he said slowly. You watched as each of his clawed hands came down on the counter, trapping you in. Your body trembled with excitement.

‘You- you didn’t’ you stammered back. He seemed to be enjoying your little quivers.

‘I feel bad’ he murmured. ‘Mi nena went to, such lengths for me. So I want to give you something too.’

You tensed up with anticipation. Your whole body was on fire, and you couldn’t wait to—

Right in the middle of your fantasizing, Miguel pulled away. You watched as he withdrew and hurried off to the edge of his bed.

‘Ah… Mi- ahem, uh- Miguel?’

He didn’t reply. He was busy pulling out a draw and rummaging through its contents. You watched in a daze.

After a minute or so Miguel finally hurried back to your side, his hand now held behind his back. You tried to put on a grateful smile.

‘Aha, hey, so uh- what, what did you—’

Halfway through speaking he interrupted you again, this time by forcing some unseen object into your palm. It felt cold, whatever it was. Hard and cold. He closed your fist around it with both his hands.

‘For you, mi nena. Okay, now… look.’

Miguel slowly withdrew his hands, allowing you to unfurl your fist.

It was a key. Or, more specifically, a keycard, used to swipe open doors in the HQ. You had one yourself for cleaning people’s private offices, but you’d never seen one like this. You couldn’t help but frown.

‘What- wait, wait is this your— is, this your apartment key?’

Miguel’s affectionate smile was answer enough. You couldn’t hide the flood of excitement and surprise that overcame you.

‘OH! Oh, I- are you sure? Like, really- you’re sure, Mig? I don’t wanna pressure you, like—’

‘I’m sure, nena. I’m very sure.’

‘Oh my god- but, again I just- are you ABSOLUTELY sure?’

Miguel rolled his eyes a little. ‘Yes. Nena, I am sure.’

‘But you’re SURE you’re—MMF!’

In a spontaneous move Miguel bent down and roughly drew you up into a kiss. He was ravenous enough that you dropped his key to the floor, and passionate enough that all your thoughts turned to mush.

You melted into his grip as he pushed you against the counter, uttering the weakest moan you could as he parted your lips and began exploring your mouth with his tongue. The little nips of his fangs, the way his tongue bullied yours until you were drooling down the side of your mouth, it made your legs weak. Luckily his claws were there to hold you up.

‘Mmm- mm!’

Without words he hoisted you into his arms, letting your legs struggle to wrap around his waist. He was too big for you to fit but he was strong enough to hold you regardless, and indeed he relished in the chance to sneak a squeeze at your rear as he did so. Your hands gripped his muscular neck for dear life.

‘Nena—' he hissed between kisses, ‘mi nena- mi nena.’

Your back hit the wall as he pushed you up. He was getting rougher. His teeth kept hitting yours as the make-out grew messy, and his claws were digging small holes into your clothes. You gingerly bit his lip and he returned the favor.

When he pulled back you were panting for air.

‘Mig—f-fuck, Miguel—’

‘No talking’ he barked, pressing a firm kiss to your neck. You arched it back so he could access it more easily, and with an approving grunt he ran his tongue from collarbone to jaw.

‘Unless you’re screaming for me, no words’ he hissed in your ear. ‘I want to show mi nena, why you’re the best gift I could get.’

‘F-Fuck—’

As you tried to catch your breath he pressed his lips to your neck once more, gently kissing from spot to spot as if searching for something.

‘I want- to do something for you, nena. Something you said you wanted.’

‘You—what do you mean—’

He gave you no time to even respond before sinking his heavy fangs into your neck. All you could do was squeak.

It always surprised you just how big he was, how powerful. You felt his teeth moving beneath the skin as his lips sucked, a strange miasma of warmth, stinging pain and pleasure that lulled you into submission.

‘A-Ah- Mig—’

Your mouth fell open into a brainless gasp as he clamped his jaw on your frail skin.

‘Mm- mmm-‘

He let out a muffled moan as he started to slowly seep venom into your blood. The pleasure seemed to be too much for him as well, as he’d started to impatiently dry hump your body into the wall. Now penetrated on his teeth and crushed by his torso, you could do nothing but moan.

After god knows how long he retracted his teeth, carefully licking the wounds he’d left. You whined. You were lightheaded but not paralyzed this time, as it seemed he’d controlled the flow of venom. The rest was drooling down his chin and staining his shirt. He grunted and wiped it on the back of his hand, all while easily maintaining your weight with just one palm.

‘Good girl’ he groaned. ‘You okay?’

You gave a dreamy nod. ‘Y-Yeah… fuck yeah, just- you said, we couldn’t do that. I-It’s too noticeable.’

His self-satisfied grin made you even dizzier. ‘That’s my present to myself’ he purred, carefully admiring his work. Your neck was bruised and red from the hickey, with four clean marks showing his distinctive marking. He kissed each mark. ‘It’ll heal by the time everyone gets back, but, for tonight—’

You tensed as he leaned in, his breath brushing your ear. ‘You’re mine. And I will mark you as such.’

You whimpered at those words, something which stroked his ego to unimaginable degrees. He couldn’t contain his throbbing need any longer.

‘Now- let me give you your second gift’ he purred.

With your body suspended in his hands he began to teasingly rip each piece of clothing aside. He started slow, just using his fangs to gingerly unclasp each button of your blouse, but his cock was throbbing painfully in his pants at this point and the teasing was too much.

He resorted to just ripping it all to shreds, all while whispering that he’d buy you a new outfit.

Once you were fully naked in his palms he allowed his organic webs to stick you to the wall, with legs spread and arms pinned at your sides. He manipulated it to look like a shibari rope, perfectly highlighting each little part of you he loved. He whistled.

‘Gorgeous, nena. Mi nena hermosa.’

You were panting now, flushed and just a little shy to be no more than a display on his wall. You felt his clawed hands sink into your thighs as he patted them, enjoying the way the fat and muscle squeezed between his fingers.

‘Mine’ he whispered.

‘Ah- Mig—’

He crept closer and gently pressed his lips to your spread slit. His arm was hooked around your right leg, holding you close as he breathed you in. The feel of hot air hitting your clit made you squirm.

‘Mine.’

He repeated that word, once, with such vigor it scared you, before finally allowing himself to lick at your cunt. Your breathy moan filled his apartment.

‘Mig, f-fuck—!’

Your whole body shuddered as he began to messily make out with your spread sex, his lips and tongue ravenously moving between starving licks and hard sucking. You watched his head gently arch and bob back and forth with each movement.

Your clit was swollen at this point, with a desperate need to be touched, and each warm, wet, rough flick of his tongue was sending the most gratifying jolts of pleasure through your body.

‘Please, please, more’ you whined.

Miguel had tried to offset his own need by palming at his hard cock over his slacks, but he was just too aroused at this point. With a grunt he pulled back and manically ripped his pants down.

‘Fuck- you’re delicious.’

He jerked at his boxers until his cock sprung forth. You could see the little strings of precum already coating his lower belly and shirt, and internally whined that you didn’t get to lick them off yourself.

You watched as he started to stroke himself, his cock straining in his fist as he returned his tongue to your clit. You knew he was trying to make you jealous.

‘Eyes on me, nena’ he murmured, deliberately speaking close enough that you could feel his full lips moving over your spread sex. You squirmed in the bindings.

‘F-Fuck- you can’t show me that and- tell me not to look.’

He chuckled a little at your insistence. He couldn’t help but indulge. He was so used to despising his amalgamated body that seeing the way you foamed at the mouth for him was both arousing and comforting. He wanted to see you whine and strain, begging for his cock. He wanted to see you eye his muscled body like a starving animal.

‘My poor nena’ he cooed. ‘You want to look that badly?’

You nodded furiously. ‘Please- please, please—’

‘Okay. As you wish.’

With a smug final kiss to your inner thighs Miguel drew back from your body, instead bracing himself before you as he continued to stroke his cock.

You got a perfect view of his body like this, just like you wanted, but as punishment you were left wet and shaking with no stimulation.

‘M-Miguel, come on’ you whined. He shook his head.

‘No, nena, you get what you asked for.’

God, he did look good though. It was all you had to distract yourself from the aching throb of your clit as it begged for release.

You started by honing in on his face. That chiseled jaw, those full lips and narrowed, almond eyes, burning red in the dim light, it was a look that haunted your most perverse dreams nearly every night.

You swallowed hard and allowed your eyes to roam down. His body was just as enticing, after all.

His huge, sloped shoulders rippled as he rolled them, perfectly framing his fat, rounded pecs beneath his shirt. Your eyes drifted to the mounds of his abs, the way his waist and hips dipped in before sloping out to form his heavily muscled thighs.

You wanted to touch him so bad. You wanted your face in those pecs, you wanted your hands stroking the firm, sharp V cut of his pelvis leading down to what you wanted the most. His cock, now straining in his hand, thick and almost alarmingly girthy, its tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You strained in your web a second time.

‘Miggy- please, please, I’ll do anything!’

‘Muy preciosa’ he groaned. His own eyes were roaming now, eagerly gawking at your spread and naked body. You spied his cock throbbing as he looked at you and flushed, your skin glowing beneath the sweat now beading on your temples.

‘F-Fuck… this is so cruel—’

‘It’s what you wanted.’

‘I need you, please—’

‘Be patient, nena.’

He bit his lower lip as he started to peak, his own eyes glued to your spread legs, spying the little drips of slick sliding down from your desperate hole.

It was getting hard for him to hold back. He liked teasing you, yes, but it was almost painful to look and not touch like this. He wanted to bury himself in your hair as he rutted inside you, he wanted to bite your neck as he thrust your body into a mewling mess.

He wanted it. He wanted to penetrate you.

For just a second, in the heat and the passion and the peaking desperation, his mind lapsed. He indulged in that one perverse fantasy he tried his best to hide. He thought about cumming in you, and he thought about it sticking. He thought about cumming in you and knowing it would get you pregnant.

A low shudder ran up from his toes to his head, and he was forced to slow his fist to avoid coating the floor in his seed.

‘Fuck… fuck, okay. Okay. Teasing over.’

With a snap of his teeth he stormed back over and practically buried his face in your cunt. You jolted at the sudden intrusion.

‘M-Miguel—’

Your pleading turned to mewling whines as his full, flat tongue began bullying your clit, eagerly rubbing and stroking that sensitive nub while his hands got busy. With one hand still fisting his cock he allowed the other to slide up and inside you, filling you with two of his fingers.

‘F-Fuck--!’

‘Be good, nena.’

You bit your lip hard as he started to move his calloused fingers in and out. His skin was rough as it stroked your cunt, and he made sure that you felt it. He wanted to feel you, wanted to feel every tensing muscle and throbbing nerve, every wet little inch of that cunt he craved so badly to possess. He wanted to imprint himself on your insides.

As he began to fuck you with his fingers his lips buried themselves back into your folds, sucking ravenously at your clit. The double pressure was too much for you to take.

‘Miggy—fuck, ‘s so good—’

You could see Miguel’s eyes glazing over. It was his favorite thing, to put your pussy on his lips and taste you, to feel your wetness on your tongue. The taste, the sensation, it all made him feel drunk, but it was also so vulnerable of you to let this monster put you inside his mouth.

His soft nena, his sweet nena, letting him eat you out. Letting him coat you in his bodily fluids.

‘Cum for me’ he grunted. His fingers began to speed up. ‘Cum- for- me’ he begged, aggressively licking you between each word.

You had no escape; you obeyed. You climaxed on his mouth almost violently, straining and spasming with each throb of pleasure.

‘Miguel- f-fuck--!’

Miguel groaned as he felt you gush over his fingers. His eyes were hazy, his fangs bared. It was too much.

In a blur he used his claws to crawl up the wall, positioning himself so that his pelvis fell between your legs. He pushed down and began furiously grinding his bare cock against your clit, ridding out your orgasm with you.

‘F-Fuck, careful- c-careful, its- sensitive- m-mm—’

Your pleading went unheard over his panic panting and grunting. You lay back and let him grind out his frustration, his need, and allowed yourself instead to lull in the pleasure of his overstimulation.

‘So… fucking, good… soft little nena, fuck- you’re delicious.’

With a soft whine Miguel dropped back down, idly cutting you free as he went. He caught your body bridal style.

‘Ah- well, I-I think your present beat mine’ you panted. You were still lightheaded from cumming and had a dumb little dreamy smile on your face, and all you could think to do was tease him.

Miguel didn’t laugh. Without a word he carried your body across the apartment.

‘Ah- Miggy?’

Miguel gently put your body on the ground, allowing you to steady yourself before moving away.

‘Put this on.’

You jumped as he began manically pulling one of his shirts over your head, one so large on you that it looked like a dress. The moment your arms were through the holes he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder again.

‘M-Mig? What- what are we doing?’

You oomphed as he lowered you back to the floor and spun you around. Your eyes widened; you were pressed right against the open window wall of his apartment. He pressed you into it, hard enough that your breasts and belly were squished against the cool glass. Even with the t-shirt on it was cold.

‘I’m showing off my soft little thing’ Miguel purred. You realized, then, that he was stripping the last of his clothes off behind you.

‘Mig—’

‘Not completely, of course’ he whispered in your ear. ‘Only I get to look at you naked. But… I will happily demonstrate that you’re mine.’

With another low grunt he lifted you back up. He kept one arm braced around your waist and the other on your inner right thigh, spreading your legs apart as he lifted you to the exact right height. The perfect height, where his hips could slot in against your rear and his cock could brush up against your slit.

You let out a soft pant. You were horrified about being seen like this, but, were you? Was it not causing your post-orgasm body to throb with absolute delight? Was it not causing our insides to tense with desire?

After all, you wanted to be his, didn’t you? You wanted that mark on your neck. You liked the idea, secretly, of everyone knowing what he’d done to you. You started to tremble with excitement.

His breath stirred your hair as he adjusted his stance. You could feel his bulbous member nudging at your pussy, begging it to take him.

‘Miggy- fuck, please, please do it.’ Your hole was clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Miguel chuckled.

‘What do you want?’

‘I want- I want you to fuck me.’

‘Who do you want to fuck you?’

‘F-Fuck- ah, M-Miguel, I want you to fuck me, please—’

The breath was knocked from your lungs as he forced his cock inside you. He had to push a few times to get deeper, gently but urgently coaxing your muscles to loosen up, but with a final sigh he pushed in and bottomed out. You winced, your fingers scraping on the glass.

‘Mm- good girl nena, that’s it. Just- stay still for me. You’ll adjust. Good girl. Good girl.’ He was already panting, his chest heaving like a drowning man taking that lifesaving breath.

You bit your lip until it bled. God, you could feel him sliding around inside you. His little explorative slips were creating the most toe-curling sounds; soft, wet squishing noises, mixed with the soft slap where he’d bottomed out and was hitting his pelvis against your rear.

‘You like that, nena?’

You manically nodded your head. ‘M-Mhm, mhm.’ 

Your legs were shaking. He was deep enough to hurt, deep enough that whenever you moved even an inch you could feel his cock pressing into those soft walls. He was stretching you hard; he’d filled all the space available and then forced you to make more. How did you keep forgetting how large he was?

‘Good, good.’ Miguel stretched his neck and settled himself into a more comfortable position. With both hands bracing your waist and hips, he angled himself to start thrusting. ‘Now, stay like that, and let’s give them a good show, eh?’

Before you could respond he’d started to fuck you, his hips bucking to get deeper. You moaned aloud.

He was rough from the start, eagerly rutting against your rear in a way that made the most erotic smacking sound. The glass was cold on your bare chest and belly as he pushed you up against it.

‘M-Miguel—’

‘Shh, you’re doing good nena. You- feel so, so good.’

His breath condensed against the glass with each hard pump he took. Each rhythmic thrust was perfectly timed with his hot, heavy panting.

‘Fuck… fuck, you’re- so big—’ Your attempt at praise was jolting into fragments, as each hard slip of his cock was enough to wind you completely. Miguel’s grip tightened as he pushed you harder against the glass.

‘You’re so small, nena’ he purred. ‘How do you take it so well?’

You mewled as he angled himself to kiss your cervix, a sensation that ached while still being unbearably pleasurable. Your body was like a limp doll in his hands, stretched and fitted to his massive girth.

‘You’re mine’ he groaned.

‘You’re mine. Mine- mine—’

He gave three hard thrusts to match each utterance of his claim over you, each once drawing another loud moan from you. The city lights blazed around your body as he held you up and rutted between your legs.

‘Mine—mine—’

Through the snow it was hard to tell if anyone could have seen you. Someone in one of the skyscrapers across the road could certainly get a view of your silhouette’s manically fucking against the window, and that was enough to make you clench.

You wanted to be his. You were his.

But then, right on the cusp of some utterly gratifying peak, Miguel pulled out of you. His cock sent a pool of slick dribbling down your thighs to the floor where it formed a small puddle, an embarrassing display of how much you’d been squirting.

Usually Miguel would have teased you for it, but he was manic right now.

‘Fuck it- I need to look at you.’

He pulled your body up bridal style and carried you back over to his unmade mattress, throwing you onto it with little delicacy or thought. He was too horny for that.

Now on your back he ripped his own shirt from your body and threw it aside. You didn’t even get a chance to speak. All you could do was moan as he split your legs apart and pushed in between them, easily slipping his girthy shaft back inside you with a guttural groan.

‘Fuck- fuck, you look so good.’

His eyes were fixed on you as he started to rut again, his hips bucking and smacking your pelvis until it was numb. Your hands flew up to his neck where you held on as hard as you could.

He wanted it all. He watched each part of you that bounced when he thrust into you. He watched your eyes roll and your coy little lip bites when your cunt squelched for him. He watched the way you winced and mewled when he kissed your cervix with his cock. His hands suddenly grabbed your wrists and pinned them down, forcing you to face him.

‘You like that, nena?’

‘Ye- f-fuck- yes, y-yes—’

You’d been fucked dumb at this point. You could barely get a word out. Miguel smirked.

‘Are you mine?’ he barked.

‘Yes.’

‘Say it.’

‘I-I’m yours, Miguel.’

His fangs flexed as he started to thrust harder. He pulled out all the way and then snapped his hips, penetrating your sopping pussy as deep as he could, until the overstimulation became too much for you and he resorted to just roughly humping with short, fast thrusts while halfway inside.

You were pathetic at this point. You’d drooled on his pillow and your slick was pooling on the unmade sheets. You’d cum a second time during his erratic thrusting, but you hadn’t even had the strength to tell him. All you could do was worship, meekly moaning his name with each thrust.

‘Miguel—Miguel—Miguel—’

Once again, on the verge of climax, Miguel indulged. He just couldn’t stop that intrusive fantasy.

He pictured himself somewhere else, anywhere but here, holding you down in his hands as he fucked to completion. You were his, all his, and he didn’t have to hide you or fear you. Perhaps you were his wife, or fiancé at the least. He could be your husband. He was yours, and you were all his, and now he was going to finish in you. He was going to breed your perfect little body. He was going to get you pregnant, because you wanted him, and you wanted to carry his babies.

He bent back to watch his cock as it penetrated. He was thrusting hard and thrusting fast, desperately pumping back and forth.

‘Mi nena’ he whined. ‘I’m going to cum in you now, okay?’

You felt every curve, every inch, every throb as he got closer to his own climax. You could tell he was close because he was getting erratic. His rhythmic pumps were becoming animalistic.

‘A-Ah- please, Miggy, fuck- please cum in me.’

Your hands scrabbled to hold onto anything as his groans got louder. Those words from you were too much for him to handle.

‘Gonna- cum in you- so hard—’

‘Miguel!’

With one extra loud groan he ejaculated, thrusting hard with each spurt to ensure it got as deep as possible. He wanted you to take it all, and you did. You were frozen in place, trapped, taking every inch of the larger man’s load. Those thick, white ropes filled every inch, all warm and wet and heavy.

Miguel whined as his thrusts slowed, until at last he rocked to a halt.

He’d done it again. He’d slipped back into the fantasy, imagining just briefly as his orgasm took over that he was breeding you. Now as he struggled to catch his breath, he felt that lingering guilt and shame.

Luckily, he had you here to wash away that guilt. He looked down and watched you pant beneath him, your lips parted and eyes utterly glazed over. Your muffled moans of satisfaction filled him with pride.

‘Good girl’ he whispered. He bent and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead. ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

‘N-No, no, it… mm…’

You tried to speak but quickly collapsed again into a mushy pile of pleasure and exhaustion, something Miguel found very privately amusing.

‘Alright, just- stay still, I’ll, get you a towel.’

Miguel slid out of you carefully. He watched his seed drip out as he pulled away, clinging to his shaft and pooling from your hole. He heard you give another muffled moan as he released you from the heavy weight of his cock.

God it made him dizzy. Even knowing that it couldn’t do what he wanted it to do, it still made him rabid. As he pulled out fully he couldn’t help himself; he used two fingers to sneakily push some of his cum back inside you. It felt wrong, yes, but it felt too good to not do. It sent shivers up his spine, and even post-orgasm his cock twitched as he watched himself stuffing you with it.

With that guilty indulgence out of the way he did then do what he’d promised, pulling on his boxers and rushing to find you a towel while you lay face down in his bed. When he returned after a few minutes of looking for a clean one, you were still in the same position.

‘Nena?’

You awkwardly waved your hand to show you were alive. Miguel chuckled again. He gently bent at the knee and helped clean the mess he’d made of your thighs, all while you moaned and shifted in the sheets. He quickly tossed the used towel onto the pile already filling his hamper before crawling back into bed with you.

‘Mi nena.’ He immediately shoved his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. You squirmed until you were pressed right against him.

‘Hey there, bestie.’

Miguel snorted a laugh. ‘Alright. Fine. I did say you could do it in private.’

‘Mhm.’

With a sigh Miguel rolled onto his back and puffed up the pillows at his back, allowing him to lie slightly propped up while you clung to his side. You nestled your cheek into his pec as your arm explored his belly.

You weren’t sure how long you dozed beside him. There was something especially comforting about lying side by side, completely naked and alone beneath a thin sheet, slowly warming yourselves off of each other’s body heat.

You were so cozy, for lack of a better word. You were safe, warm, wanted. And so was he.

As the sky turned dark and the snow gained a ghostly glow against the windowpane, Miguel gently shook you awake.

‘Hey, nena?’

You rolled your eyes up to his face.

‘Yeah?’

‘You awake?’

‘Well I am now.’

Miguel’s half-smile betrayed just how uncommon it was for him to smile anymore, but as he watched your grumpy little face nestle into his chest it became a little easier to do.

‘I… ah, okay. How do I say this…’

He smooshed his cheek as he gazed into the distance, his foot nervously tapping on the mattress edge. You tilted your head.

‘You okay?’

He shot you a glance as his hand came down to his jaw. There was a strange intensity to his eyes that took you off guard.

‘Mig?’

Slowly, bit by bit, that smile returned. It was strained, yes, but soft as well.

‘I like you’ he said. You blinked.

‘You… what?’

‘I like you’ Miguel repeated. He sounded a little more confident this time. ‘I… I like you a lot.’

You blinked again, unsure of how to respond. You defaulted to that same awkward, lopsided smile he’d given you earlier. ‘Aha, oh boy. Uh- I mean I like you too, but that’s a bit—’

‘No, no.’

Your eyes widened as he put a claw to your lips, smooshing them shut. As he smiled at you again he tilted his head, a move so adorable it made you squeak. It was so oddly vulnerable to see such a huge, chiseled man beaming with his head tilted like a curious dog.

‘No. I know what you’re thinking. That’s what someone says when they don’t want to admit they love someone. It’s a cop out, right?’

You shyly nodded and shrugged, trying to downplay how you’d felt, but he didn’t seem offput. His smile widened.

‘I don’t mean it like that, and I can prove it, but- first, just hear me out, okay?’

You nodded again, and watched as Miguel withdrew his claws from your mouth. He slid them down your lips to your chin, carefully resting that hooked, curved point on the soft fat beneath, and with the slightest of ease he tilted you to meet his gaze.

‘I like you’ he said softly. ‘I like you, just- as a person. And I don’t know the last time I’ve admitted that. I’ve met… thousands, millions of people, across a thousand universes, and in maybe 0.001% of cases I realize, I like this person.’

You felt your cheeks glowing under the intensity of his stare.

‘But I like you, and worse, I like you so much more than any of them. You’re so, kind, and carefree, and interesting and funny and... I used to think you were naïve, but you’re not. You’re worried, all the time, like me, but you try so hard to still be kind. I don’t get how you do it. Maybe I never will, but- I admire it. I adore it. And, I adore you. You’re just, so… so, ah- what’s the word…’

‘Soft?’ you mumbled. He actually let out a soft chuckle at that, and this one wasn’t sarcastic.

‘Yeah. You’re soft. My… soft, thing.’

You felt the heat growing in your face, and with it the glow increased. You pouted to try and offset how obvious it was that you were fawning over him.

‘I- I like you too, beautiful man’ you replied.

Miguel’s smile widened until you could see his fangs. For just a brief moment, you watched those soft smile lines erase all the hard, angry wrinkles in his face, revealing a strange vulnerability beneath.

‘I love you, nena’ he whispered.

You were mortified. Not from the words, but from your reaction. A high-pitched whine escaped your throat as your whole body tensed, your heart thundering in your chest, and as you tried to bite it all down at once you nearly made yourself sick. It must have shown because Miguel’s smile immediately dropped.

‘Ah, nena, are you—’

‘YEAH I’M GOOD! I’M—FUCK—I LOVE YOU TOO!’ you stammered in a manic cry.

Miguel looked a little offput at first, clearly confused, but it quickly dawned in him that you were panicking. He snorted back a laugh as you buried your face in your hands.

‘Oh my god I’m so sorry—’

‘No, nena, you didn’t do anything wrong’ Miguel soothed. He put a hand on your back and began to rub, all while you continued to make muffled apologies into your palms. ‘You’re all good.’

‘I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—’

‘Why are you sorry, nena?’ he asked. You felt him put a sympathetic cheek against the crown of your head. ‘Do you have any idea how happy that made me?’

When you continued to whine Miguel opted to just grab you, pulling your whole body into a tight embrace. He forced your head between his pecs and your arms to his chest, while his muscular legs came around to encapsulate your own.

As the snow swirled outside he cradled you against him, warm and safe, totally cut off from the rest of the world. You felt your eyelids drooping.

‘I love you’ you whispered. Miguel fought the urge to cry.

‘I love you too.’

Somewhere a clock chimed, beeping to indicate that midnight had passed.

‘Merry Christmas, Mig’ you whispered into his chest. He squeezed you a little tighter.

‘Merry Christmas, nena.’

[blues-agere-toybox]

Day 8 of Regressuary

Theme: Lonely

Charachters: Berry and Queen Bee

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Berry learns that sometimes its okay to feel a bit lonely and that she doesn't always need to be regressed around people to be happy. She can just be happy with some alone time.

Authors Note: Thank you to @theogclownboy for helping me come up with this plot! Also, please reblog! It helps spread my regression content a lot more (esp because i realized my most recent fics havent gotten that much traction even though I put a lot of work into them) It just helps support me a lot!

Sigh.

Berry had been staring at her phone screen for about 10 minutes now, slightly swinging her phone from side to side to hear the gentle click-cling! Of her phone charm. She was soooooooo boooooooooored. After a not so busy day at the nail salon and a few days of canceled band practice due to scheduling issues with the rest of the members she practically felt like she was dying. She only talked to like 5 people max today! That was so not cool. She slunk further into her beanbag now feeling herself start to slip into littlespace, and frankly making things worse. She felt like she was so needy and attention starved when little. She just couldn't help it! Shes just a kiddo who needs to talk and play and run and urgh! So frustrating! Berry huffed looking back at her phone screen. 15 minutes now. 15 minutes and Bee still hasn't messaged her back. She knew she was probably busy but....it couldn't help but bother her. Not even her babysitter wanted to talk to her. Were people just avoiding her? She asked to herself now standing up to try and get her mind off of things. She pulled out her sippy cup and filled it with some energy drink to help herself out. The good thing about no babysitter meant that no one could stop her from having her energy drink! She giggled to herself while her tail wagged. "Im gonna be the most hyper princess the world has ever seen!"

Oh and she was the most hyper princess alright! Although the world couldn't see it. The world was too busy right now. Berry realized that about 2 laps into running around the room. No one to chase her....no one to chase....how in the heck was this supposed to be fun? She felt her hyperness settle down a bit as her mood had once again been ruined. One more glance at her phone got her heart rate all the way back up! Then plummeting down as she realized what the text message said:

💬 Sorry honey bee! Im at a sins meeting right now! I'll be busy for a few hours but as soon as im done ill be over there right away! Just in time to tuck you in!

In time to tuck her in? That was like forever from now! She would only get to see Bee when it was time for bed! "Urgh! It's not fair! Why doesn't anyone wanna play with me?" Berry said as she stomped her foot and threw her phone on the couch. She immediately plopped down onto the ground stubbornly and gave a big "hmph!". Although....no one was here to give her reassurance or talk her out of pouting anymore....what was the point of pouting if it wouldn't fix anything? Just make her feel worse? Berry sighed and got up picking up her phone again now sending back a message.

💬 Bee-Bee! How do I not be bored by myself?

This time Bee replied within a few minutes

💬 Oh honey that's easy! Some games need 2 people but other activities just need one! Like drawing or playing with dolls. Use your imagination! You have a big one and I know it! Now i really gotta pay attention but i'll talk to ya l8r baby bee! 💖🍯🐝

💬 Bye bye Bee-Bee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After sending her last message Berry put down her phone and thought for a second. She loved a lot of other activities! But a lot of them she did with Bee....although she just had to be creative! Berry began to pace around the room to think of something to do. Something she could do with just herself. It finally popped into her head! The ultimate girls night! But just with herself! A berry night!

It took about an hour to set up but Berry finally did it! She set up her own pillow fort, had a movie up and running as well as her coloring book and nail kit nearby to do both her and her plushies nails! "Bee-bee is gonna be so proud of me when she comes! Then we can....oh wait we can't. Bee-Bee's coming home late...." Berry said with a whimper as she felt herself getting sad again. She sat in front of her plushie peppermint and sighed. "Whadda I do peppermint? I did everythin Bee-Bee said buh I still feel lonely....no one wants to talk to me or-or play or anythin! No one wants ta be around me....except you and Usagi..." Berry said sadly in reference to her GIANT pink bunny plushie. "I guess if you and Usagi are here im not alone then..." Berry said after a bit of consideration as her ears perked up slightly. "Yeah....yeah! Im not alone because you're here for me! When no one else can be! And I know you both love me! And-and so does Bee buh shes just busy....and thats okay! Because im with my best-est-est-est friends in the world!" Berry said as she scooped up Peppermint into a tight hug and held the little plushie close to her. "I think im okay now. All the nasty lonely is gone an now its time ta have some fun! With my own night! Its a berry night!" She said as her Berry Night went on with lots of movies, snacks, coloring, popcorn, and fake gossip filled her night with fun. Maybe being by herself wasn't all that bad sometimes! She could simply just make her own fun.

Art by @theogclownboy

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[deceit-and-knowledge]

(Is that meant to be Nova Cookie in the drawing? If so, that’s really cute! I actually drew her earlier today, too. Finally had the motivation to do that.)

Aww… Look at you! Never thought we would hear those words come out of the Sage of Truth’s mouth…~

You see it now, don’t you? Even the sweetest, smallest Cookie hates your guts! So why keep trying to be friends with anyone?

*The two siblings stand behind him now, over each shoulder like a devil and angel combo. Except now… there’s two devils. They’re grinning at him sadistically* It will be much nicer once you join us, you’ll see!~

So how about you take the first step!! *as they say that last word in unison, they push him off the stool, cackling*

-The evil twins-

ooc: meanest shit I'll ever do-

f: .....*upset*

*falls off the stool*

..u-urgh...

...

..!?

*starts crying...again.. huh I wonder what happened..*

pv: ..huh? Sage are you okay..?

If the correct thing is noticed, sage's sanity will take a HUGE HIT, the pushing him off the stool caused a very particular sore spot to be targeted. Reason: sore spot + idol seeing it. If sage gets away with it, he'll only take a small hit. It would be extremely impressive too

sanity 36.2%

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 25

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"You have to cut the tomatoes smaller."

"Smaller than this?" 

"Yes. That's what the recipe says."

"Ok, fine. Smaller it is" Ben sighed.

"Oh… my God"

"What am I doing wrong now?" he asked.

"Sarina is calling me" June said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Then pick up!"

"I can't."

"What? Why not?"

"She's going to tell me that I'm not going to the World Cup."

"You don't know that, June."

"Yes, I do! I'm not ready yet and… Chilwell, what are you doing?"

"Picking up for you" he smiled, giving her her phone.

"You, you… urgh" she groaned. "Hello?" June said. "I'm good, thank you. Just doing some cooking. Yes. Yes. Ok. Yeah, yeah… Thank you. Ok, bye."

"And? What did she say?" Ben asked. 

"She… she said… she" June mumbled, tears coming to her eyes.

"Dear Lord, Maxwell. Speak! You are making me nervous!"

"I'm going to Australia, Ben. I'm going to the World Cup" she cried.

"You are going? Like, for real?"

"For real" she chuckled, her little laugh getting mixed with her sobs.

"Oh my God, June!" he said as he hugged her, lifting her in the air and starting to spin with her.

"Ben, stop!" she laughed. "You are gonna make me dizzy!" 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied, stopping but still hugging her. "But you are going to the World Cup!"

"I am."

"I knew all that hard work would pay off. I am so proud of you, June. So proud. I love you" Ben said before kissing her.

There. He had said it. He had said the three words. 

And he was putting all those feelings he had for her in that kiss, letting her know that he had meant it, trying to somehow stop her from freaking out. And it was working, because the moment those three words had left Ben's lips, June had wanted to run away like she always did. But she couldn't. The way he was kissing her was making her forget about everything and anything, even her name.

"Come" he said, breaking their kiss and taking her hand.

"Where?" June asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Upstairs. Let's go celebrate the good news."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Maxwell. I want to do it. Don't you?" Ben asked with a teasing smile.

"I do" she nodded. "But are you sure? What about not wanting to become one of my fuck buddies?"

"I know I'm not going to be one of them."

"How?"

"Call it a hunch" he shrugged. "Now, are you coming upstairs with me or not?"

"What about our lunch?" 

"We'll eat later. We'll need to recharge" he smirked.

"Chilwell… Did you just quote me?" June laughed.

"Maybe" he shrugged again. "Are you coming or not?

"That'll depend on what you can do" she replied with a mischievous smile. 

"Ok, come here you little dirty mind" Ben said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, June not being able to stop laughing.

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"Penny for your thoughts?" Ben said while playing with June's hair, her finger drawing small hearts on his chest. 

"It's nothing, something silly."

"Everything you say is silly, Maxwell. Ouch!" he complained after she pinched his nipple. 

"You deserve it for being an idiot" she smiled. 

"You know, when Mason said you were fire in bed, I didn't expect it to be violence."

"He said what?" she laughed, turning to look at Ben.

"His words, not mine."

"Men" she sighed. "Do you think we will get to be proper friends again?" June asked, resting her chin on his chest.

"You will. You just need to be patient. And you still haven't told me what you were thinking about" Ben said, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"It's nothing, I already told you" she shrugged.

"And I already told you I want to know."

"You are so annoying, Chilwell."

"You weren't thinking the same 10 minutes ago" he smirked.

"Shut up!" she replied, this time hitting him.

"Ouch!" he laughed.

"But now that you mention it… that is what I was thinking about. What we were doing 10 minutes ago. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that" she said in almost a whisper, her cheeks getting warm.

"Wait, Mason never made you… Ouch! June, stop hitting me!" Ben complained again.

"Then stop being an idiot!"

"Ok, ok. No more comments. But what do you mean with something like that?"

"I… I…" she said, back to playing with her finger on his chest. "I can't remember the last time I had sex with someone and it felt like something else. Like there was more to it, more than just something physical, you know?"

"You mean you can't remember the last time you made love with someone."

"As corny as that sounds… Yes" she whispered, feeling her cheeks now burning. Why was she suddenly acting like that? She had never been shy when it came to sex or talking about it. But right now, in that moment…

"Do you know why it felt like that?"

"I have a slight idea." Ha, slight. She knew perfectly well why it had felt different.

"I meant what I said earlier" Ben said after a few moments in silence.

"What?" she said, looking at him again.

"I love you, June" he replied, caressing her cheek. "I know you are probably freaking out again, but I needed to say it. I needed to get it out of my chest. And I know you aren't ready to say it back yet, but I don't care. I'll wait as long as it takes. Your body has done the talk for you and I'm fine with that."

"My body?"

"You just admitted it. We made love, it wasn't just sex. And it's felt different from all the other guys you've been with because you have feelings for me that you never had for them. But again, June" he said, cupping her face. "I don't want to put any pressure on you, you are in charge of the rhythm here. If you aren't ready, that's ok. I will wait. Because you are so worth it, June. You aren't like any other woman I've met before. You are amazing both on and off the pitch, a real role model for many women and girls out there. You fight for what you want, not caring about what the haters say."

"Haters like you, for example?"

"For example" Ben chuckled. "You have beauty and brains, and remember when I told you that my heart had never felt healthier than when I was kissing you? It wasn't just something cheesy to say. It was the truth. Even though you say it is broken, your heart is so big that it manages to fix everything that doesn't properly work on mine."

"Ben…"

"I love you, June Maxwell. I love you and I don't think I will ever get tired of saying it. Because you are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing…"

"Are you quoting me again?" she laughed.

"I'm technically quoting Lady Gaga, not you" he shrugged. "But where was I? Oh, yes. Amazing, show stopping, spectacular…" 

"Shut up, Chilwell" she said, putting her finger on those lips of his that she adored.

"Make me" he smirked. 

"My pleasure" June smiled before kissing him and letting her body do the talking again, letting it be the one that told Ben what words couldn't just yet… That her heart wasn't broken anymore. That the same way she had fixed his, he had mended hers. That she also loved him. 

[melicious-compliance]

Going Forward, Going Back - Chapter 7: Trying Things Out

Siffrin tries playing for the first time.

⚠: Emotional distress (intense reaction to failure)

ⓘ This is a post-canon fic. However, it is not tagged as spoilers except for when there are direct references. Read at your own discretion.

"W-What did you say?" you ask, stunned.

She repeats, "I asked if you wanted to try these things out...? Like, um, be little." (You thought so. You just... couldn't believe it until she said it again.) She takes a breath, and awkwardly continues. "We've got a few hours until dinner. Odile will be reading, Bonnie's cooking... Do you know what Isabeau's doing?"

You nod. "Resting. His back hurts."

"Okay!" She claps her hands together. "Then I think we should have the room to ourselves."

"But, uh... How do we do this?" You have no idea how to regress on purpose. It's only happened... twice? and you didn't even notice.

...There is that feeling just below your chest. It feels like standing on a ledge, overlooking a steep drop.

"Well... you seemed interested in the pacifiers. Um..." She quickly finds the one you were holding—a completely darkless one—and picks it up, holding it with the teat facing you. In a sweet voice, she says, "Open up!"

Your face catches fire. "M-Mirabelle!"

She giggles. "Well... uh, hon, the pamphlet said this kind of thing helps you be little."

Urgh. It also said names like that help. (Well, it definitely does something. You can feel yourself inching closer to the edge.)

She lowers the pacifier and leans in a little, eyebrows drawing down in concern. "Do you... not want this right now?"

...You shake your head. "No, no, I do... It's just very new to me."

"Okay," she says, nodding. "Then can you open up for me?"

......You slowly open your mouth. Mirabelle smiles, and puts the pacifier in. It's... You take it out. "It's kinda big. Like, I almost choke on it."

"Oh, goodness!" She takes it from you and sets it aside, looking for a different one. "Um... oh! This one is smaller, I think." The new pacifier is also darkless, except for... the round part on the front, which is lightless. She looks at you expectantly.

You open your mouth again, and the pacifier goes in. It feels... nice. Almost like there was an empty space it needed to fill. Experimentally... you suck. Just once. Feels weird. But... good.

"Do you like it?" Mirabelle asks. You nod, definitely. "I’m glad! Do you have that small feeling?" You nod again. "Then we must be doing something right! Now, let's just..." She gets off the bed, taking the bag of blocks with her to the floor.

You follow her, kneeling next to her on the floor. Some gibberish comes out of your mouth, garbled by the pacifier, that was supposed to be "What are we gonna do?" Looking toward your mouth confused, you take the pacifier out and repeat, "Whuh're we gonna do?"

"We..." She pours the blocks onto the floor. "Are going to play!"

"Okey." You put the pacifier back in your mouth, you don't like not having it. "Hauw?"

Mirabelle answers, "Well, we've got these blocks."

"Hmm..." You look at the blocks. What do you want to do with them... "I wan' biww a towah."

"You wanna build a tower?" she repeats indulgently.

You start gathering blocks, stacking a few of them. "Mhm!" You stack a fourth block, then a fifth, a sixth, a seventh... (There's still so many blocks left! You could build a HUGE tower!!!)

Beside you, Mira builds her own tower. (Well, you can leave some blocks for her.) She goes slowly, making her tower thicker than yours.

You pick up another block, number eight, and shakily put it on top of your tower. (Woah, better be careful...) Next is number nine. When you put it down, your tower wobbles a little. Worrying, but probably nothing. You need to keep going—your tower is almost ten blocks tall! (Mira's gonna be so impressed!)

You pick up the fateful tenth block. Lifting it to the tippy-top of your tower, stretching up to reach it, your fingers tremble, then slip.

The block drops from your hand.

It falls off the top of the tower...

...and the rest of the tower goes tumbling down with it.

Your tower. Just a pile of blocks on the ground. Nothing. Nothing you did mattered...

you

you can't

the tears just come out without stopping

(YOUR TOWER!!! YOU WORKED SO HARD ON IT, AND NOW—AND NOW—)

Mira takes you in her arms, whispering soothing things in your ear.

(IT'S GONE!! YOUR—YOUR WORK, JUST—JUST WASTED BECAUSE—YOU'RE SO—SO—)

She dries your cheeks with her sleeve.

(IT'S GONE, IT'S GONE, IT'S GONE!!!)

"Ish gaww!" you cry around the pacifier and sniffle hard. "Ish gaww!!!"

Mira rocks you, gently, back and forth. "It's okay, baby. Shh, shh... it's okay." She keeps rocking, holding you close. "It's okay."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Up All Night 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You go through your usual routine. Well, not exactly. As you wait for the kettle to boil for your coffee, you go into the bedroom, the raucous, alcohol-laced snores of your boss filling the space. You open the closet, giving little concern to his sleep, as you search for an outfit.

You take a grey-blue dress and retrieve several other pieces from your top drawer. You snatch your watch from the top of the dresser, not allowing a glance towards the man in your bed. Man child!

You stomp out to the living room and leave your clothes on the couch as you go to brew the coffee. You let it steep as you get dressed. Bra and underwear first. You pull on one stocking then bend to poke your foot in the other. As you roll it up your leg, you hear a groan.

Ransom’s hand hits the wall as he lumbers down the hallway. You quickly fix the top of the stocking and snatch the dress up, hiding behind it as you face him. He groggily blinks at you as she yawns and rubs his eye socket.

“Christ,” you whisper as you flick your eyes to the ceiling. He’s still fucking naked.

“Coffee…” he grumbles.

“Clothes,” you retort and unzip the back of the dress, swiftly slipping it over your head. You strain to pull up the zipper and smooth the front. “What is wrong with you?”

“Damn, always knew you were a tight ass but–”

You collect the clothing littered around the floor. It smells like liquor and sweat. You huff as you go to him, staring him down, only looking above his shoulders. You shove the armful against his chest.

“Get dressed.”

“What time is it?”

“Urgh,” you let go of the clothes as he refuses to take them. They drop to the floor as you throw your hands up, “you do what you want then. But you’re out of here by the time I leave. Got it? Even if your buck naked.”

You spin and storm back to the kitchen. You press down the lever of the press and take out a sleek white mug. You pour the dark nectar into the porcelain, the last few drops landing on the counter as it slides out from under the spout. You sputter as Ransom claims your coffee and leans against the marble edge to sip and sigh.

“You’re–” you stop yourself. He is still your boss.

You look at the press. It only makes enough for you. Only what you need. You sneer and empty out the used grinds, starting another batch. You leave Ransom, still shamelessly nude, in the kitchen.

You put your watch on and return to the bedroom. A simple silver chain to complete the look. You enter the bathroom and start on your moisturising and makeup. As you apply your mascara, the door sings open and Ransom staggers in. Is he still drunk?

He slurps from the mug before he clinks it down on the corner of the counter. You ignore him and twist the mascara shut. You choose a neutral lipstick and lean in to trace your lips. He belches and flips up the lid of the toilet, leaning on the tank as he aims his dick at the bowl. The sudden scour of his piss against the porcelain makes you draw outside your lip line.

“Okay, that’s–” You scoff and toss the lipstick into your makeup case, “disgusting.”

You grab the entire leather chest and skirt out behind him, trying not to get too close. You go into the bedroom and slam your makeup collection down on the vanity. You wipe away the smudge and start again.

The toilet flushes and another obnoxious yawn thunders through the apartment. The floorboards denote his approach and you sense his shadow behind you in the mirror. You focus on yourself.

“Big mirror,” he comments as he nears, “ever fuck in it?”

You cap the lipstick and cringe, “Mr. Drysdale,” you look at your watch, “I have twenty minutes to drink my coffee and go. You have less time to get your clothes on and leave.”

“Relax, I’m coming with you. Obviously.”

“Is it? Obvious?” You ask sharply. 

“What does that mean?” He squints.

You stop yourself from answering. From telling him that you could run the office without him. That it’s actually easier without him there. You shrug.

“Put your clothes on.”

“Why?” He smirks, “you feeling something about it?”

“Revulsion, mostly.”

“Still a feeling.”

You take a breath and tilt your head. Exasperation floods to your throat and constricts. You’re only encouraging him. You exhale and step around him.

“Eighteen minutes,” you declare.

You sweep down the hall and through the front room. In the kitchen, you pour another cup of coffee, keeping your hand defensively on the mug’s handle. You put the press down and blow over the steamy cup. You taste the rich dark roast and hum.

“You’re gonna have to drive me to my place,” Ransom says over the rustle of fabric, “there’s a stain on this shirt.”

“Your puke,” you sniff derisively. “You can uber–”

“Be quicker if you drove.”

You roll your eyes, keeping your back to the door as you feel him at the threshold. You don’t have the energy for this. You should’ve left him at the club. Teach him a lesson for once in his life.

“So, I’m still confused. How did I get here?” He asks.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I really didn’t take you as the clubbing type,” he chortles, “definitely cougar vibes though. I know a guy who’s real into that–”

“I watch a man scrape you off the club floor. I wasn’t there for fun,” you face him with a growl, “next time, I’ll have them call your mom because I’m done playing that role.”

He scoffs. Then laughs. Then blows a raspberry.

“You really think you’re better than me? You? A sad old lady?”

“Mr. Drysdale,” you look at your watch. You won’t entertain his insults.

“Maybe next time, you should call my mother. You and her have a lot in common.”

“Surprising, because I don’t think I could ever raise a brat like you…” you retort and swallow tightly, “Mr. Drysdale.”

The humour drains from his face and his eyes darken. His jaw grits and he buttons up his shirt, glaring at you. “Coffee,” he snaps his fingers, “be a doll and get me another cup… assistant.”