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“Friendly reminder to all Lancers that reactor stress is a resource and high heat caps are for cowards. Immolate yourself if you a real one!”
- Echo Creed, seconds before melting their Atlas to slag
#lancer#lancer rpg#lancer battlegroup#lancer ttrpg#the gemini paradox#echo & byte#castor creed#pollux creed#my oc shit#lancer the mech rpg
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Overwatch x My Little Pony
Some of these are very old and I wanna go back and tweak designs! :) ♡
#overwatch 2#overwatch#widowmaker#sombra#spider byte#cole cassidy#moira#moira o'deorain#brigitte lindholm#hana song#d.va overwatch#echo#echo overwatch#mercy#mercy overwatch#pharah amari#pharah overwatch#ana amari#L3ons art
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SAINT SALAD IS FINALLY DONE!!
YAY!!!!
CREDIT FOR DESIGNS!!: @dustyfandomtrashbin - @pookapufferfish - @soaricarus - @wintry-tempest - @pansear-doodles - @mothlight-hours - @chillysaint - @verdeltiathedead - @catnamedpepper - @frogseight - @infinite-echoes - @ksenya-and-the-artistic-cucumber - @ecliip - @mildeleef - @elsa-rain-world-stuff - @shark-bytee - @darradreamer - @carp3tpasta - @neattnat - @kakyogay - @prismaticpinky - @fauxbia - @pine-marten-art - @saturncoyote - @minigun-idiot - @sp1resong - @woopdeloopei - @bunteaart - @rainworld-saint - @gleeokenspiel - @jadzio - @skylq - @sin-ari - and me!! :))
sorry if I accidentally left anyone out!!
and please PLEASE lmk if it's hard to see because I could NOT balance the background colors at all or make it easy to see against the salad itself. I STRUGGLED.
just in case, here's the image without the salad bowls or background!!
#rain world#rw downpour#rain world fanart#downpour fanart#rain world downpour#rw fanart#downpour#slugcat#slugcats#saint#rw saint
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If it sucks, hit da BRICKS!!
Thanks to everyone who submitted their Rivulets, I hope I've got them mostly right, it was long and hard to do but fun!
This has only made me want to do more and I am staring at Spearmaster as my next victim-
Credits under here
@much-significant-harassment @rainworld-rivulet @soaricarus @pansear-doodles @whippiekippy @cosmikazie @verdeltiathedead @azrielfiend @chillysaint @fauxbia @girlbossespurr @mothlight-hours @shark-bytee @woopdeloopei @b1g-ju1cy @infinite-echoes @cyan-lizard @boiledegghole @ecliip @ssagesaurus @pookapufferfish @completeandtotalchaos @autism-yaoi @harborchild @emperormoth101 @tanzytechgem @dustyfandomtrashbin @the-jordas-trials @eggobuggo @subwaybug @mildeleef and then also my two at the other end
#rain world#rain world downpour#rw rivulet#doodles#rain world gijinka#gijinka#rw rot#anthro#i guess sksksksksks#this was fun! but oh my god thats so many creechurs#if i got something with the credits wrong god please let me know im not very good at this sksksksksks#thats a lot more people to @ than im used to#so I hope i got them right! im gonna go back to my doodle dump now before i request spearmasters
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The Girl in IT - IT Ticket: I fell.
A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU Byte-Sized Microfic
The LIST │ Read the main series here!
Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)
Story Summary: Joel is usually careful when he takes care of his business. This is what happens when he's not.
Word Count: 590
A/N: Just a little drabble based on this post! - I had a good laugh thanks to @burntheedges and her comment regarding Pedro's sling, so thanks for the inspiration!
Joel tends to approach things with a great deal of care.
In his office, he waits with bated breath, fingers tapping rhythmically on his desk in anticipation. The cleaning crew casually comments, "Late night again, Mr. Miller?" as they pass his office door.
"Yep! Have a nice night!" he absentmindedly replies, nodding in their direction. Internally, he silently and impatiently waits for their departure, listening intently for the familiar ding of the elevator, signaling the coveted moment when the coast is finally clear.
DING!
"Finally," he mutters to himself, exhaling a sigh of relief as he sinks into his desk chair. After a long moment, he cautiously walks towards his office door, peeking his head out just to be sure. Satisfied, he slams the door shut, practically racing towards his laptop as he feverishly begins typing.
"Boss fucks secretary senseless" he types in the search bar, unbuckling his belt in excitement.
As the explicit images from his search inquiry flood his screen, Joel scrolls through the results, dismissing the silicone-enhanced blondes and redheads that appear too sexy and not to his liking. He's on the hunt for a particular kind of flavor—a natural kind of body with curves for days.
If they happen to wear glasses like you do, well, that's an added bonus, right?
Amongst what feels like hundreds of disappointing thumbnails, he finally spots, with disbelief, "Boss Fucks Secretary Who Helps Him with His Broken Computer." His eyes widen in shock, unable to believe his luck. "Damn it, Sugar," he groans, clicking on the video. His hands fiddle with the elastic of his boxers as he settles himself, his cock rock hard, his tip weeping and leaking with precome. He gently strokes up his shaft, his dick sensitive after being at half mast for most of the day. He swipes at his tip, stroking faster, his dick twitching in excitement. "Shit baby," he mumbles, "just like that-"
Just as he's getting comfortable, a soft knock echoes on his door.
"Mr. Miller? Are you there?" You call out, your voice filled with concern.
"Sugar?" Joel calls back, nearly zipping the skin off his cock as he frantically tries to make himself decent. "Just a moment!" he yells, stumbling on his jeans in the process, his body slamming onto the floor with a resounding thump.
"GODDAMMIT!" he screams, grabbing his elbow as he withers in pain.
"What the hell Joel?" You yell from behind the door, "Wait! I'm coming in!"
"No, I'm okay!" he shouts back, desperately wishing for some miracle that you'll decide to walk away, sparing him the embarrassment of being caught in a moment of absolute stupidity. "Please go," he mutters weakly, his eyes closed in embarrasment.
He knows you, though. Knows that you're the type to always lend a helping hand, no matter how silly the request.
As he hears the doorknob turn, his eyes dart to his computer screen, the video still playing. Mustering enough adrenaline he didn't know was possible to have, the shooting pain in his arm be dammed, he stumbles to his desk, slamming his laptop shut with a force so strong he swears he hears something resembling a crack. I'll just tell Tess I dropped it, he thinks, breathing a sigh of relief as you open the door, rushing to him in a hurry.
"Joel," you breathe, "What happened to you?"
He gives you a wry smile, unable to deny how adorable you look, fretting over him. My silly, silly little worry wart.
He shrugs. "I fell."
#pedro pascal#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#pedro pascal fanfiction#joel miller x female reader#joel tlou#joel the last of us#The Girl in IT#the last of us fanfic#joel miller imagine#tlou hbo#joel miller tlou#tlou fanfiction#the last of us hbo#joel miller smut#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#pedro pascal characters fanfiction#pedro pascal fandom#pedro pascal characters
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A Two Fanged Approach
Micaela O'Hara x F!Reader X Miguel O'Hara (+18)
Miguel's variant from another universe, Micaela O'Hara, is visiting, and all he wants to do is get her off his back. It's your job, he says, to keep her busy, but Micaela doesn't appreciate being ignored.
Word count: 6658
Contents: Muscle dom femme, rough body play, size kink, oral (reader giving and recieving), finger play, biting, PinV sex, degradation and praise, voyeruism, dom/sub dynamic, threeway w the O'Hara variants.
CW: Workplace power dynamic, implied age gap (Micaela & Miguel are older than reader but reader is an adult).
Notes: was thinking about how female spiders are always like twice the size/scarier than male spiders and this happened, forgive me please lmao
‘Oh- sorry!’
You hurriedly bent to grab your papers from the floor, all while trying to garble an apology to the spider you’d just run into. You would have stayed longer to be polite but you were in a real hurry, so you just thew your apology over your shoulder before hurrying back down the long corridor ahead.
You’d been summoned to Miguel’s office, which shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, you had been hired to help him with office and secretarial duties, so being summoned by him should be a regular occurrence, right?
Well, not for you. Miguel didn’t want help. He didn’t want a flighty little soft human bothering him with reminders, or touching any of his stuff. You’d mostly been relegated off to helping Spider Byte instead.
That is, until today.
As you approached the darkened entrance to his office you heard him call.
‘In here.’
You were always surprised that he knew you were coming, especially since he didn’t have senses like the others. You supposed your footsteps must echo.
‘Yes, sir! Coming!’
You shifted through the open door and almost immediately had to catch yourself from falling. Miguel’s office was covered in old, unfinished projects and loose electronics, making it a minor nightmare to traverse.
You hopped and scurried your way over to his floating desk, which was just a meter or so in the air.
‘Hi! Sir, yes, I’m- here. I’m here.’
Miguel turned to glance at you, his face just barely lit by the dim blue light of his monitors. His red eyes were all you could clearly see.
‘Good.’
He grunted his approval before turning back. As he turned your eyes darted, taking in the enormous, forebodingly dark room that Miguel called home, when your eyes fell on something strange. There was someone beside him. Someone huge, someone shrouded in shadow.
You frowned; who was that? You hadn’t seen anyone of that stature here before.
‘This is my- variant. Or, one of them’ Miguel said. Variant? That means this was another version of him, from a different universe? You’d never met any of his variants before.
He waved his hand dismissively at the person beside him, urging them to do an introduction. With a reluctant huff the shadowy figure stepped out into the light.
You felt your heart nearly triple over in your chest.
It was a woman. An enormous, perfectly muscled woman, peering down at you with cold and curious eyes.
And oh god, she was beautiful.
She had a similar facial structure to her counterpart. Strong jaw, sharp nose, almond eyes and thick, dark hair in a messy, curly cloud around her neck and shoulders. With the same brown skin and the same red eyes, they could have been twins.
But she was huge, easily a good few inches taller than her already hefty counterpart, and just as strong.
Your eyes seemed to move on their own, gawking at her broad rounded shoulders and heaving biceps. She was wearing the same skintight suit as Miguel in that classic blue and red scheme, which made every muscle in her body pop. Her chest was tightly bound beneath her suit but the holographic fabric clung to the counters of her form, highlighting the thickness of her waist above her broad hips.
And her thighs. They could crush you in seconds, perfectly sculpted with tense muscles and fat. They made you weak just looking at them.
Her brow went up as you mouthed at her like an idiot. You ducked your head in embarrassment.
‘Sorry, ah- Hi, it’s good to meet yo—’
‘This is Micaela’ Miguel said, quickly cutting you off. You noticed she seemed annoyed by this. Even from here you could pick up the way her full lips started to curl with disdain. Miguel didn’t bother to turn, so he remained oblivious.
‘Hi’ Micaela said, just as curt as her counterpart. You straightened to attention.
‘Ah- hi! It’s good um- I haven’t, seen you around here before.’
She cocked her head just a little. ‘You sound like that’s a bad thing.’
You felt your throat go dry. ‘I, sorry? I didn’t—’
‘Stammering. Cute. I don’t come by often because he’s a petulant child, that’s why you haven’t seen me’ she said as she cut you off. You awkwardly closed your mouth.
‘Sorry to disappoint. You looked so- excited to see me.’ Her voice dipped as she spoke, lingering on those last four words.
You hadn’t expected her to be so cocky, so confident. Miguel was stoic, cold and quiet, but her? She was blunt, but that’s where it seemed to end. And god, now you’d made yourself look like such an idiot in front of her. Could she sense it? Could she tell what you were thinking?
‘You.’
You bolted to attention as Miguel addressed you. He hadn’t bothered to turn to you either, but he had pointed a single claw in your direction.
‘Ah- yes?’ you stammered.
‘I need you to show her around, keep her busy until the meeting later. Can you—’
‘I came here to help.’
You jumped as Micaela cut him off with a bark of her own. Miguel sighed.
‘I know. And I told you, I don’t need—’
‘Ay por Dios- you need help! Your code is garbage’ she snapped. She’d put her hands on her hips and was physically leering over Miguel at this point. You noticed for the first time the bead of sweat on his forehead. Was he trying not to look intimidated?
She snapped her claws when Miguel refused to turn.
‘¡Oye, penedjo! Mírame.’
With a low grunt he pushed his holographic screen aside and spun on his heel to face her. You noticed he had to tilt his head back to meet her gaze.
You instinctively took a step back. Were you supposed to be seeing this?’
Not that you minded, though. You were such a secret slut for these big, hardened brutes after all. Just seeing them flex at each other forced you to clamp your thighs.
‘I agreed to let you attend the meeting’ Miguel said through gritted teeth. ‘That’s all I owe you. This is MY organisation, I set the rules. I don’t want you breathing down my neck.’
‘If you didn’t want me down your neck you should have learned to be competent’ she drawled sarcastically. The two narrowed their eyes in unison.
‘I said no’ he barked, and once again he pointed at you.
‘Go, take her- somewhere. I don’t care where!’
‘Don’t care where?!'
As the two devolved into another argument you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller.
‘I- I’m sorry, I’ll just- I’ll see myself out’ you mumbled. Neither seemed to hear, and so you hurried back out of his office. Their argument grew muffled in the distance.
For a few minutes you decided to pause in the corridor, your back pressed to the wall. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. God, what a shame. You’d been excited at the chance to spend time with that terrifying woman, but, maybe this was for the best. You’d probably have made a fool of yourself.
You faintly heard their argument come to an end. Silence fell over the hall.
Best to get out of here, you thought, and so you hurried to leave.
But then, right as you were about to turn a corner into the main hall, something slammed into the metal wall beside your head. The bang was enough to make you jump out of your skin.
‘AH—’
‘Hey. You.’
You spun around only to find yourself caged against the wall, your body fully eclipsed by the shadow of your assailant.
It was her. Micaela.
You felt sweat beading on your face all over again. She was so much bigger up close, how? How was that possible? You felt her breath hit your forehead and physically pinched yourself to stop whining out loud.
‘You were assigned to me’ she said, curt and to the point. You nodded.
‘Ah- I, was but you didn’t- you said you didn’t, need me.’
‘Your boss is pissing me off’ she hissed.
You noticed how they had the same inflection in their voices. The same cold, tired, drawl of a voice, verging on the edge of sarcasm.
‘Ah- I could tell. I’m- I’m sorry.’
‘He does this every time. None of our other variants are this rude.’
‘I- I’m, sure it’s just a bad day for him’ you mumbled. She wasn’t listening.
‘I’m annoyed. He has- annoyed him. And I don’t like, being annoyed.’
You slowly nodded, trying your best not to gawk at her again. ‘Ah… ahuh. Of course, ma’am.’
‘So. You’re gonna help me.’
You blinked, rapidly, as her eyes bore into your soul. You spotted her lick her fang and nearly fainted as all the blood rushed from your head to your loins.
‘F- aha, uh- sure, how- h-how can I help, ma’am?’ you said with an awkward laugh.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, just barely allowing a slither of that bloody red light to escape. You felt her hand pushing into the metal so hard it creaked and dented.
‘You were looking at me’ she said, her voice dipping.
You squeaked, your eyes widening. Just as quickly you averted them to the side. Shit, shit, you idiot, you berated yourself internally. You idiot, how are you so—
‘Good.’
You felt something brush your chin, something just out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t see it, but you felt it sting. She slowly tilted you back to face her.
It was her claw. She was poking her claw right at the underside of your jaw. You swallowed, hard, something she must have felt on her hand as she smiled.
‘I prefer when people are- honest. I prefer when I know what they want. I know what you want from me.’
You tried to nod but she refused to move her claw. It dug in again, sharp and stiff, forcing you to stay still.
‘What do you want from me?’ she asked.
Your eyes flitted across her face, noting the dark red eyes and bared fangs. You felt her claw gently brushing your skin, shifting down to your jugular. You tried to ignore the wet patch of slick now coating your panties.
‘I… I want, to please you’ you stammered.
Her smug grin widened; she seemed pleased. ‘Good. In that case, I have a job for you.’
You barely had time to make a sound as she began dragging you away. She pulled you by the wrist back towards Miguel’s office, but right before you’d have re-entered his domain she twisted you around into a storage room to the left.
She quickly shut the door at her back, leaving you both in the empty room. You noted the empty shelves, the cold hard floor, and most of all the air vent connecting the locker to his office.
‘What- what, did you need—’
‘Shut up.’
You squeaked as her lips hit yours.
‘Mm- Mm!’
Her lips were ravenous from the start. Full and rough they quickly parted, allowing her tongue to bully yours until she was down your throat. You felt your legs nearly gave way as she groped at your waist.
When she pulled back you were panting, your jaw covered in your joint saliva. She licked your spit from her lips.
‘Ah- m-ma’am’ you whined dreamily.
‘He wants me busy, I’ll get busy. I’ll make sure he knows I’m very busy.’
Your body was abruptly thrust into the locker wall.
‘Ah- m-ma’am, I’m- happy to help, but—’
Your soft pleading turned to pathetic mewls as she pressed her full weight against you. Your ribs were squeezed as she smothered your whole body, as if taking away your breath was just an effortless act. She kissed you a few more times like that, leaving you gasping for air each time.
‘If I come all the way out here for his stupid meeting, I better get something out of it. And I want that stubborn fuck to hear it.’
She used one hand to roughly yank your shirt open, relishing in the little squeak of a moan you gave.
‘You wanna get fucked, nenita?’ she whispered.
You didn’t even hesitate. You nodded, your thighs rubbing as you nestled up to her. ‘Please, please, y-yes.’
‘Good.’
She took a moment to fondle your chest, admiring the way you coyly looked to the side. She knew you weren’t embarrassed by her touches. She knew deep down you were embarrassed at how much you enjoyed being so easy.
‘I never get to fuck anything’ she grunted.
You squirmed as her hand started to slip down the front of your suit pants, eagerly squishing your belly as she went.
‘Everyone is too- weak, or scared of me. But you—’
You bit your tongue so hard to avoid moaning that you tasted blood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She bared her teeth against your cheek, a low hiss reverberating against your skin.
‘Do your job’ she barked.
You cracked immediately, letting out a loud moan. Her self-satisfied smile and accompanying grunt only made you weaker.
‘There. Better. Let him hear it. Say my name.’
‘Mi- Micaela, please—’
Your breath was stolen as she slipped her fingers beneath your panties. They were hard, calloused from years of climbing and lifting, and cruelly cold. The rush of her fingertips playing with your clit was enough to make you quiver.
‘You’re supposed to help me out’ she said. ‘Huh? Big man wants you to help me, cariño, so help me out.’
You were burning up with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.
You didn’t want your boss to hear you like this, but you knew he could. The grate between his office and here was right above your head. It would echo into his room for sure.
Her hand dug a little deeper, eagerly pressing circles into your clit as it throbbed. Your hips squirmed but her firm grip kept you in place.
‘Come on nena, just a little- louder—’
‘A-AH!’
You moaned aloud as she pushed down and slipped one finger inside you, pushing right through the wetness and up to your g-spot.
In the other room Miguel froze. He was halfway through typing out a message when he heard it. He’d sensed the mild commotion and thought nothing of it, but now he knew. He heard your moan and his counterparts order, and now they were ringing in his head.
He swallowed, hard, only to find his throat was dry. He tried to keep working.
She bit her lip as you panted, now impaled on her rough hand with your back against the wall.
‘Good girl’ she whispered. Having now gotten what she wanted her roughness slowly began to recede. She could feel her own blood pumping, and all she craved right now was to see pretty little tears on your overstimulated face.
‘You’re a sweet thing’ she murmured. Your eyes rolled as she finger fucked you, your hips wriggling incessantly to drive her deeper. You’d lost all sense of shame at this point; you’d do anything for her attention.
‘Can’t believe he hasn’t made a move. Or do you not like him?’
You mewled again as her lips hit your neck. She had to physically lift you up the wall to reach, with one hand down your panties and the other gripping your waist to hold your weight, all so her mouth could start tenderly tasting your flesh.
She could taste the sweat, the thud of your pulse in your jugular, and most importantly your hair standing on end. She could hear every desperate pant.
‘Do you like me?’ she whispered. You frantically nodded.
‘You do?’
She cruelly shifted her hand and pushed two fingers inside, starting to slowly stretch you out. Your legs kicked in midair as you winced. Two fingers wouldn’t have usually been so bad, but god, she was huge.
‘You like me?’ she repeated, her fingers arching up into your cunt. She could feel your slick pooling and slipping down her hand.
‘Y—Yes, yes—yes, I like you’ you whined.
And just like that, she dropped you. Her hands drew back and you fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, just barely catching your own weight. You looked up to catch her admiring her hand. She let you see your slick on her fingers, the shiny little strings clinging to the gaps between her claws.
‘I—did, I’m sorry, did I do something wro—’
‘No.’
You watched with wide eyes as she fell to her own knees, gently tugging you forward by the ankle. She lay you flat on your back against the hard floor. ‘No, you did nothing wrong. You’re my good girl.’
Your eyelids fluttered in response to her soft praise. It was the perfect distraction, as she then went right into ripping your suit apart.
‘But I’m gonna need you to be bad for me.’
You squeaked as she clawed your suit from throat to cunt, easily splitting the material in two. In seconds you were naked.
‘W-Wait, I needed that—’
‘Mmm. That’s better.’
Micaela raised her hand and waved away her own holographic suit, revealing beneath a firm white tank-top binder and a matching white thong. They sat so pretty on her warm skin; you damn near choked at the sight.
She was just so pretty. Beneath the suit you could see the scars on her thickened abs. You could see that she didn’t bother to shave, leaving dark hair coated her armpits. You saw she had a little snail trail of dark hair on her navel, the perfect arrow pointing down to her inner thighs. You struggled not to stare.
As she stretched you got to see her bare biceps flex. You knew those things could crush you in a second, and secretly prayed that they would.
‘Come here, nena.’
With one hand she pinned your wrists above your head and used the other to roughly grab at your chest. You gasped at the feel of her palm as it squished and kneaded your breast, eagerly letting the flesh squeeze between her thick fingers. She was biting her lip again at this point.
‘Everyone’s so afraid of me’ she purred. ‘But those sounds you make- fuck, that’s so pretty.’
She bent down and ran her tongue around your nipple as you squirmed, relishing in the pathetic begging that dripped from your lips. You could feel her shifting your breast up to her lips.
‘Are you scared of me?’ she whispered.
In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.
‘Y-Yeah, but—’
‘But you like that, don’t you?’
You nodded again, uncaring how you looked at this point. You were aching to be touched. Your poor pussy had been stretched out and then abandoned, and now all you could feel was her hot breath on your sensitive chest.
To your great relief, she smiled at that.
‘Good girl. Smart girl.’
She mercifully began to suck on your breast, all while her hand drifted back down. With your body now naked and spread on the floor it was easy for her fingers to slip back inside you, squishing and filling those warm walls with her thick digits.
You squirmed on her hand, whining at the sensation, which unfortunately was to her displeasure. She released your breast with a soft pop and bit your shoulder instead.
‘A-AH—’
‘Be good’ she hissed as she unclamped your skin. She’d just barely pierced it.
‘Y-Yes, sorry. I’ll be good.’
Her smile made you dizzy. ‘Good girl. That’s it. Now stay still.’
You struggled to obey as her lips returned to your chest, eagerly sucking one after and other until your nipples were perky and hardened. Her fingers went right back to fucking her name out of your mouth.
‘F-Fuck, Micaela—’
‘That’s it. Louder.’
‘Micaela!’
Her fingers got harder, rougher, squishing in and out until you squirted over her palm.
‘Louder.’
‘Micaela! Please, fuck--!’
Her thumb hit your swollen clit as she continued to pulse her digits inside you.
‘You want me to let my claws slip?’ she purred. You spasmed with pleasure at just the thought.
‘MM- Fuck- fuck ‘s so good, please--!’
BANG.
You jolted as someone hit the door.
‘¡OYE! Micaela, that’s enough!’
All the blood rushed from your face. Shit, shit, shit. It was Miguel.
To your horror Micaela didn’t stop. She continued fucking your spread cunt in view of the door while her tender lips kissed your chest, forcing you to bite back your moans.
‘How ‘bout you stop me?’ she snapped back.
For a moment there was silence, and you were sure Miguel must have left. But you were horribly mistaken.
The door swung open, bouncing on its hinges as it slammed into the opposing wall. Miguel’s terrifying figure filled the door.
You squirmed desperately but Micaela kept you down.
‘You are so—’
He froze as his eyes adjusted to the light.
He was met with the sight of your naked body on the floor, your suit in tatters, with Micaela eagerly spreading you wide as she continued to suck on your breasts. You were forced to make eye contact with him as you whimpered and moaned.
‘Y—’
Miguel choked on any response he could have given.
He had to just stand there, watching, until Micaela finally drew back her lips.
‘Thanks for lending me this one’ Micaela purred. Her grip tightened on your wrists until they hurt, just to show off her bulging biceps. She continued to slowly fill you up as Miguel just stared.
You could see his suit straining to contain his cock as it throbbed. Your face burned with embarrassment as he got a full view of your spread legs and your soft, tight, barely touched pussy.
You hated it, but you kind of wanted him to see. You wanted to feel how his calloused hands would handle you. God, were you always this desperate?
‘Mm—’
Miguel bit back a soft moan, something Micaela quickly picked up. Her eyes glinted as she formed a new plan.
‘You can have her.’
You saw Miguel’s eyes dart back as she spoke. You whined as Micaela withdrew her fingers, letting him gawk at your spread cunt. It was dripping wet, hot and pulsing, clenching around nothing. She spread her claws wide so he could see the strings of slick still clinging to them.
‘Go on, nena. You want poor, sad, lonely Miguel to fuck you?’ Micaela cooed.
You couldn’t help it. You kept your eyes closed as you couldn’t bear to face him, but you nodded.
Micaela noticed Miguel palming his cock through his suit. His eyes were on your chest, on your trembling thighs, and they were hungry.
‘I’ll let you fuck her too, but- only if you let me help you.’
Miguel curled his lip, flashing just the inch of a fang. ‘I don’t need your permission’ he grunted. ‘If she wants it, I’ll fuck her.’
The words made you mewl with delight, and he began to palm him cock even harder. His enjoyment was short lived, however, as Micaela was once again displeased.
She reared herself up and bared her teeth, eagerly flexing her back and shoulder muscles. It was a territorial display.
Despite his neediness, Miguel backed down. Female spiders were always bigger, after all. Bigger, stronger, and most famously known for devouring males who got in their way.
Despite how terrifying Miguel was to everyone else, he was stuck in a room with the one person who outranked him: himself. He sighed.
‘Fine. You can help. Now- hand her over.’
Micaela smirked. She gave you one long, lingering kiss before shuffling to your head, making room for Miguel. You prepared yourself to be used by both of them.
When he dropped down to his knees he grabbed your thighs first, gently squeezing the fat and muscle before grabbing your ankles to push your legs up. You obediently folded for him. After all, you didn’t have a choice. He was so strong that if he pushed any harder he could have snapped your bones.
‘Good girl’ he grunted. ‘I’ll try to be gentle. Just- be still for me.’
Even now he was still so stilted, so professional.
You watched as he phased away his suit, revealing that he was almost completely naked underneath spare a thin pair of boxers. When he yanked them down his erect cock sprung out so hard that it slapped his lower belly before hitting your clit, smearing your thighs and labia with thick beads of precum.
Your breath came ragged as you struggled to contain yourself.
He was girthy to say the least, his cock veiny and firm, and he was covered in dark hair from his chest to his pelvis. His skin was scarred and rough. He was so pretty.
‘Good girl’ he repeated. You watched him stroke himself a couple of times as his free hand gently brushed your sex. He used two fingers to spread your lips, seeming almost curious as he stroked over those sensitive folds. You squirmed a little.
‘Sh. I said still.’
Despite his attempt to sound gentle he couldn’t help but order you around. You obediently lay back, much to Micaela’s amusement. She started showering your face with kisses as you were both made to wait.
‘Ay, que chula’ Miguel mumbled to himself. Just out of the corner of your eye, you could see him rubbing his cock against your folds. You could see his abs rolling and tensing with each slow snap of his hips, and the gorgeous way his eyes rolled and closed as he savoured the feeling.
You would have gawked at him longer had Micaela not demanded your attention once more.
Your head was jerked back into position as she suddenly mounted your face. Her hefty thighs came down on either side of your skull, caging you in, and you got to watch as she stretched and arched her back above you. It was awe inspiring, enough to make you weak.
You felt rather than saw Miguel preparing your body. You felt him spreading your legs as he got onto his knees, spreading your cunt, pushing his own muscled body into a mounting position. He had you in a mating press.
You whimpered slightly. Micaela was sitting with her legs on your arms so you couldn’t move at all, you were forced to stay very still as Miguel began angling himself.
‘Remember, nena, your job was to keep me busy, and now it’s to be good so I can get what I want’ Micaela purred. She slid a finger into your mouth to keep you distracted while Miguel began pushing in.
You winced; You could feel his bulbous member pushing at your cunt, and even through you’d been pre-stretched you could feel it was going to be a tight squeeze.
You clenched just an inch of his cock and he grunted.
‘Mmm- fuck, it’s been too long’ he whined. ‘You’re so tight already.’
‘Be nice to her old man, don’t hurt her to much’ Micaela teased.
‘Not my fault she likes them older, or- bigger’ he grunted. You squeaked and choked on her finger as you felt him press his claws into your legs, pushing them down as he shuffled into a more comfortable position.
He was going to fuck you.
‘Shh, you can take it’ Micaela purred. ‘You want it big, don’t you? You want to help me out.’
You internally braced.
‘Just focus on me, focus on me—’
‘MM—!’
You cried aloud as he started to pump his cock inside you. He got about halfway in with his first thrust, easily splitting you in half, but to bottom out he had to gently hump to get your muscles to loosen. He was smart enough to put his thumb on your clit to help ease you up, and it worked a treat.
A few hard thrusts later and he’d penetrated you completely. A low, guttural groan reverberated in his throat as he came to a stop, willing himself still to enjoy the sensation.
You could feel the bite of his pelvic muscles on your thighs, the pressure of his balls on your ass as he squeezed up against you. There was a slight burn as he stretched you, a deep-seated ache where his shaft was kissing your cervix. For you, though, that was part of the fun.
‘F-Fuck, yes—’
‘Oo, she likes you’ Micaela teased. ‘You like the little toy I got for us nena, huh?’
‘Fuck you’ Miguel grunted back. You squeaked as the two suddenly hissed at each other, fangs bared and shoulders tensed, leaving you trapped beneath the two. You felt your heart thudding against your frail little ribs as you realized, truly, what you’d done.
You’d let this terrifying, infinitely powerful woman strip you naked and pin you to the floor, and on top of that you’d then let your equally terrifying boss penetrate you on his fat cock. Two people with far too much power over you, two people who could crush you in a second. Older, more experienced, more established, both holding your bare body down in a closet to be fucked.
And fuck was it good. You involuntarily shivered and moaned, your muscles clenching Miguel tight. Immediately he retracted his fangs and groaned right back. Micaela’s surprise overtook her anger.
‘Oh? Nena, you little slut.’ She turned back to you and smirked, tenderly tilting your chin. ‘Sorry, were we not paying you enough attention? Go ahead Miguel, fuck her silly.’
The two decided to forget their grievances in exchange for your body. Miguel wouldn’t dare actually snap at Micaela, as he couldn’t stand the idea of her pushing him out. He could take a little degradation for this pussy. For that tight, wet, fuckable pussy, he’d take anything.
Your eyes rolled as he started to jolt your body back and forth.
‘Are you a good toy, Miguel?’ she called over her shoulder.
‘Yes’ he grunted threw gritted teeth. To stabilize his ego he started to thrust harder, firmly smacking his hips into your rear. A thick, lurid symphony began to fill that small room; the wet squish of your cunt, the heavy breathing from Miguel, the soft giggling from Micaela and the smack of his pelvis on your ass.
‘Do you fuck all the visitors who come here?’ Micaela whispered. She saw you whimper and grinned, her fangs flashing.
‘Is this even the first time you’ve fucked your boss? It wouldn’t be if you were from my universe’ she purred. ‘I’d have you bent over my desk 24/7, and you know I wouldn’t stop if someone came in. I bet he tries to hide you.’
‘No’ Miguel grunted. ‘She’s- a good girl, usually, I didn’t know she- mmm, fuck- was so cock hungry.’
‘Then you’re an idiot’ Micaela scoffed. ‘I knew right away. Or, maybe she just doesn’t like you as much.’
‘Ah-- I’d say- she likes me just fine.’
As if to prove his point Miguel thrust in deep, just barely kissing your cervix. You cried out as your body jolted.
‘She just needs a little extra me, then.’
You watched from your frozen position as she started to gently push her thong aside, revealing her bare sex just inches from your lips. She noted your wet lips, your soft pants, your dreamy expression as you were fucked into a state of dumb pleasure.
‘You want to keep me busy, nena?’ she asked softly. You jumped at the chance.
‘Ah- fuck, yes- please, please—’
‘My god, you slut. You know I could crush your head right?’
You felt her thighs squeezing in on either side of your head, applying a firm but controlled dose of fear.
Miguel gasped as you clenched him in response, eagerly squirting slick all over his thighs.
‘Ah- fuck, whatever you’re doing, do more of it’ he panted.
‘Oh, does she like that?’
Her thighs tightened again, squeezing every stupid thought out of your pretty little head. All you could hear now was the faint, muffled smack of Miguels cock entering you over, and over, and over again. You felt like your eyes hit the back of your skull.
‘¡Oye! You don’t get to stop.’
She snapped her claws as a warning, and in a frantic move you parted your lips in preparation. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she slowly lowered her pussy to your mouth. She smothered you with it.
Her soft moans were so unbearably gratifying. It was enough to give you goosebumps.
You moved your lips and started gently sucking on the soft nub of her clit, eagerly arching your neck to get closer. God, she tasted so fucking good. So soft, velvety and warm, throbbing on your tongue.
‘Fuck- your tongue is so soft’ she breathed.
You widened your lips so you could taste more, tongue more, carefully winding it over her spread lips. Every one of your senses was bombarded here. Her smell, the smell of sweat and body spray and body oil, mixed with the taste and the warmth and the soft sound of her moaning.
Between the feeling of Miguel slipping inside you, his cock eagerly throbbing in your guts, and Micaela’s soft pussy drenching your lips, you were utterly lost. You were their pet at this point.
You squeaked slightly as she started to ride your face.
‘That’s it, good girl. Put that pretty mouth to good use for once.’
You started to suck harder as she continued to grind against your tongue.
You were torn between the two. Your cunt had been absolutely ravaged by Miguel. You were a gaping mess utterly stuffed with his cock, dripping pre-cum and slick onto the floor until a puddle formed around your ass. You could feel his claws digging in as he rutted between your legs, his breathing rapidly getting harder and harder.
And Micaela, that beautiful woman, had ravaged everything else. Your head was faint, your face wet with her slick, your tongue and jaw exhausted. Your soul was broken. She’d broken you down and you didn’t care one bit.
You let your mind go blank as they both started speeding up to completion.
‘Can- mm, fuck, so tight- can I make her cum?’ Miguel panted. He was pussy drunk at this point, barely getting the words out.
‘You’re asking permission now?’ Micaela scoffed.
He grunted with disdain for her smug attitude, but he did bow his head.
‘Yes, just—fuck—I want to feel it.’
‘Mm… What do you think nena, do you want to cum?’
Your words were completely muffled by her pussy. You tried to say yes but she refused to move, instead biting her lip as you were forced to continue gently eating her out.
‘Mmhm. I think she said yes, but, she wants me to make her cum.’
Micaela carefully arched her back, leaning her arm around until it found your belly. She drifted one finger down to your swollen clit, teasing it lightly, watching for your response. You immediately screamed.
‘MMF—!’
Your clit was throbbing, pulsing, desperate for relief. Just that single brush was enough to almost make you cum. You squirted all over Miguel’s thighs for the second time.
‘M-mm- Tu pucha está apretada, estás mojadita’ Miguel whined to himself.
‘I think you’ve pussy whipped that man’s soul out of his body’ Micaela giggled down at you. You didn’t need her to tell you that though; the rough, heavy bulge in your belly from where Miguel was aggressively fucking to completion was enough to tell you that.
As Miguel’s thrusts became erratic Micaela continued to move her finger on your clit, pushing you to cum, and you continued pleasuring her with your tongue.
There was a three-way peak, a slow rise to a messy finish. All three of you lost all sense of higher thought. You were teetering on the edge.
Micaela was the first to tip.
She came on your mouth with a guttural cry, her hips bucking of their own volition with each spasm of pleasure. You were fully suffocated beneath her hips.
And that was enough to tip you over too.
Your whole body jolted and tensed as you orgasmed around Miguel’s cock. Your screams were muffled but Micaela felt them, her eyes now closed and her lips parted in a dreamy smile as your pleasure vibrated on her clit.
Your pussy clenched hard and your legs shook harder, which proved too much for Miguel. He couldn’t muster the strength to pull out. His whole body quivered as he came inside you.
‘F-Fuck- that’s it!’
You were dizzy for lack of oxygen. All you could really feel was Micaela’s pussy throbbing as it gushed slick over your mouth and Miguel’s ejaculate filling you to the brim.
It was strangely comforting. It was warm on your sore, overstimulated pussy, thick and heavy as it coated every wall it could. You felt it sliding down your thighs as he slowly rocked to a stop.
Micaela had the sense to move off your face only at the last second before you passed out. She subtly shifted her panties back over, before planting a soft peck on your ravaged lips.
‘Good girl, well done.’
You were utterly spent at this point. You were quivering, naked, hot and wet and coated in multiple fluids. Your lungs were burning from going so long without breathing.
Miguel, too, looked exhausted. His fangs had involuntarily spurted venom and it was now dribbling down his jaw, lighting coating your already messy thighs. Micaela’s turned and snorted at him.
‘Wow. Really? Are you serious?’
He shot her a disdainful glare as he wiped his mouth.
‘You weren’t worried about cumming in her? At all? Aren’t you supposed to be all paranoid about unforeseen consequences?’ she teased.
‘I’ll get it fixed’ he grunted. As you shakily shifted onto your elbows Miguel pulled up his boxers and phased on his suit, fully covering his face. He paused only to lightly pet your head before leaving.
‘Come by and show me your code when you’re decent’ he snapped at Micaela. She smirked to herself.
Without another word to either of you he left, but you could faintly hear him on the other side of the door before he shut it, whispering into his watch.
‘Lyla? Can you, um- can you, move my secretary’s desk into my office? Yes, put it across from mine. Good.’
With Miguel gone you collapsed back onto the floor. Micaela continued to sit with you, her legs crossed and her clawed hand gently soothing your head as she stroked it.
‘He’s going to want to fuck you again’ she purred softly. You let out a low moan.
‘You want him to, don’t you? You want him to bend you over the desk?’
You coyly nodded, much to her amusement.
‘I’ll let you fuck him again’ she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. You watched as she leant back against the wall with one hand behind her head. ‘But, you’re not allowed to cum for him. Make him work for it, but don’t ever give in. And—’
She paused mid-sentence to chuck something at you. When you lifted it to your face, you realized it was a dimensional hopping watch.
‘You come visit me. Then you’ll be permitted to cum, but only then. Only for me.’
‘Y-yes, ma’am’ you stammered. She let out another deep laugh.
‘Oh, nena. You’re such a good girl.’
#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#smut#smut fanfiction#+18#femme miguel#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#micaela o'hara
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Darling~
Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader
Part 1 | Part 2 |
As Miguel slipped in and out of consciousness, he became vaguely aware of being dragged along the hallway by some unknown force. It wasn't until he regained some level of lucidity that he realized it was one of your black tendrils wrapped firmly around his ankle.
All around, the sounds of battle echoed - cries of pain and success melding together, only to become silence as you took him deeper into the structure's internal complex.
You hummed softly to yourself, navigating the maze-like corridors with ease while keeping Miguel close at hand
"V-Venom," Miguel managed to croak out, struggling against the paralyzing effects of Scorpion's poison coursing through his veins.
Continuing the journey deeper into the base, you cast a tender gaze upon Miguel. Your voice held a sickly sweet tone, gently whispering words meant for his ears alone.
"We've missed you so much, amor."
Miguel, however, was barely holding on, fighting back waves of nausea caused by the debilitating toxin coursing through his veins. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed a pitiful moan in reply.
The sudden ceasing of movement rouses Miguel from his drowsy state just enough to notice you stopping in front of a door marked by a prominent medical symbol.
Everything became hazy again as your slimy, black tendrils went to work on breaking through the keypad lock securing entry.
Then, everything went black for Miguel…
~~~~~~~~~~
A low hum gradually filtered into Miguel's awareness, slowly awakening him from unconsciousness. He groggily blinked open his eyes, greeted by a harsh glare emanating from the sterile white ceiling above him.
Disoriented, he soon discovered he lay atop a cold metallic stretcher, rigid and unforgiving beneath him.
Grunting in discomfort, Miguel rolled his head to the side where a tray of medical supplies rested on wheels. Various syringes and vials occupied its surface, suggesting recent use.
Just as Miguel started to relax, a chillingly serene voice invaded his personal space.
"We were worried you wouldn't wake," you said nonchalantly, studying him with such intensity.
Startled, he whipped his head towards the source, finding you perched comfortably on another bed nearby.
Eyes locked onto yours, Miguel felt his blood run cold at your unsettling calmness – unmistakably predatory in nature.
An oppressive silence filled the space between you both, punctuated only by the relentless buzzing of fluorescent lights above.
Unsettling tranquility hung heavy in the air as you leaned forward expectantly, ready to continue your conversation.
"We hope you were dreami-"
However, before you could finish speaking, Miguel sprang into action. In one swift motion, he flung himself off the stretcher, grabbed its metal railing, and hurled the entire thing directly at you with impressive speed.
You remained entirely unfazed by the incoming projectile as long tendrils burst forth from underneath your clothing, effortlessly stopping the stretcher mere inches from your face.
Each individual strand contorted and flexed in unison, crushing and tearing into the metal structure with minimal effort before casting aside remnants like discarded waste material.
As quickly as it had begun, it ended; an eerie stillness hanging in the air.
Miguel was gone.
"Rude."
There was no anger in your tone - simply mild irritation tinged with disappointment.
~~~~~~~~~~
Miguel sprinted through the winding corridors without looking back, every fiber of his being urging him forward. Every muscle screamed in agony as he rounded corners and vaulted obstacles with newfound determination.
Eventually reaching the expansive hub of activity, he observed countless Spider-People working alongside each other, collectively pushing back against an overwhelming tide of evil forces.
Relief washed over him momentarily, replaced almost instantly by renewed determination - finding Spider-Byte and fixing The Go-Home-Machine was now mission critical.
~~~~~~~~~~
Suspended midair via tendrils looped around his neck, Hobgoblin gasped for breath while desperately thrashing around in random directions. His struggles proved futile against your iron grip; eyes bulging in terror as he looked at your calm expression.
You waved a photograph casually under his nose, tapping at the figure of Miguel. Two other figures were captured in the image, but they had been scratched out with sharpie in an erratic way.
"Have you seen him pass by?" You asked sweetly, casually flicking your wrist in a manner that tightened the hold slightly – eliciting a panicked yelp from the trapped villain.
With subtle adjustments to your grip, you allowed enough leeway for Hobgoblin to speak freely without fear of suffocation taking over completely.
His voice trembled as he stammered out his denial. "No, I swear! Never seen him!" He insisted, frantically shaking his head to emphasize sincerity.
You dismissed Hobgoblin's protests with a simple hum, signaling your skepticism but accepting his statement nonetheless.
You released Hobgoblin abruptly, your tendrils flinging him through the air until he collided with a nearby wall with bone-crunching force. Dust clouds rose as he slumped to the ground lifelessly.
Your attention shifted towards another hostage suspended upside down by your tendrils - a Western-style cowboy hat obscuring most of his face save for a pair of terrified eyes peering back at you warily through his red bandana.
"¿Y tú, arañanita?" you queried gently, pulling him closer while pressing the photograph up against his masked face for emphasis.
"Have you seen him?"
Unease etched across his features as he examined the snapshot showing Miguel's likeness within its borders. Despite attempts to hide his recognition behind a facade of stoicism, the slight twitch of his eyebrow revealed the truth.
He knows
"I don't even know who he is," he lied smoothly, maintaining composure despite the racing rhythm drumming through his body like wildfire.
Yet as his gaze met yours, fear gripped him fully as he saw a knowing look reflected in your irises and a faint smile gracing your lips.
You know
"We're in a hurry, so we'll make this quick," you murmured soothingly.
With those final words uttered, two thick tendrils snaked their way around his skull, muffling any protest that lingered on his tongue thereafter.
Within moments, the helpless cowboy found himself engulfed in complete darkness due to your suffocating grasp covering his face entirely.
His muffled cries grew louder but ultimately faded into the air of the isolated area.
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SONIC OC SHOWDOWN BRACKETS
Here’s the brackets for the showdown! They will be broken up into BRACKET A and BRACKET B and the winners of each will face each other in the final showdown
Below you can find the full character names and their creators. Polls will start to be posted WEDNESDAY MAY 10TH
BRACKET A
LEFT
1. Petri the Hedgehog ( @starfall-isle ) vs Sky the Otter ( @hornet-protector )
2. Alloy ( @starboundsingularity ) vs Ember the Dragon ( @pika-yolo )
3. Matilda the Ant ( @halcyon-pandion & @frostios ) vs Quake the Elephant (@bunnymajo )
4. Myo the Breeze ( @limon-florcempoalli ) vs Bolt the Cyber Cheetah (@addysfandomdump)
5. Rose the Husky ( @sonicanon) vs Aria ( @ask-saffron-and-friends )
6. Kaleival ( @zepandovski ) vs Pierrot ( @maareyas )
7. Wren the Cybernetic Wolf (@rojaceartandgaming )
8. Ghost the Desert Hedgehog ( @retrochao) vs Shred the Possum (@snakolyte )
RIGHT
9. Ganymede the Jack ( @theknifedance) vs Caramel the Hedgehog (@t4twerehog )
10. Ruby Rosario ( @galaxy-pop ) vs Ava the Wolf ( @firedemon72 )
11. Deirdre Whitetail ( @sublimenol) vs Bertie ( @bobvelsebishot )
12. Mandy ( @green-kat331 ) vs Agent VX ( @riftclaw )
13. Zori ( @nintendoni-art) vs Zara-Ra the Echidna ( @julie-su )
14. Pink the Cat ( @prince-o-rot ) vs Wick and Casquette ( @wispon )
15. Ari the Jackalope ( @wannabezangoose ) vs Rose the Fox ( @spiritgenie )
16. Data “Byte” the Goat ( @bunniibones ) vs Quetza ( @beacon-of-chaos )
BRACKET B
LEFT
1. Carrion the Cat ( @sonic-adventure-3 ) vs Pip ( @squidthechaotickid )
2. Toon the Lemur Pup ( @poorlydrawnwhispangle ) vs Ignatius ( @pretzelpizzapuppy )
3. Jolly Rancher ( @killer-wizard ) vs Windchester the Falcon ( @scizzors-theawsome )
4. Gyro ( @pigknightwarrior ) vs Serera ( @your-obedient-servant-g-mart )
5. Splash the Seagull ( @splatoonlink ) vs Poppy the Dog ( @zippityzap )
6. Jasper ( @mynders-universe) vs Aryl the Chameleon ( @scorpiolight-madd )
7. Siren ( @the-sonadow-chronicle) vs Lavyn the Reindeer ( @spunxter )
9. Storm the Hedgecat ( @sege-h ) vs Reflex the Hedgehog (@therealsirsticker)
RIGHT
9. Sakuranbo “Ran” the Kitsune ( @starlitskvader) vs Haunt ( @pactwraith )
10. Rey the Otter ( @mega-gh0st) vs Umbra the Android ( @autismshadow )
11. Whistle the Wolf ( @khalewren ) vs Lily Gale ( @vagevurig )
12. Midnight Moon ( @angelicdevil ) vs Sik the Hedgehog ( @getallemeralds )
13. Eli ( @sonics-ask-blog ) vs Tara-Ka the Echidna ( @jimmychakraborty )
14. Eris ( @greyjediluke ) vs Lux ( @fourhedge )
15. Echo the Cat ( @sonicnewschannel ) vs Khalid the Snow Leopard ( @lexo-dog)
16. Shai ( @spooperdedooper ) vs Flax ( @new-kelp-city )
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100 Character MASS ATTACK for Artfight! (all @s and the bg without all the characters under the cut)
Family Vacation 2023 <3
Atlas and Limber for @logicalbreak
Fragile and Distant Vessel for @jendra82
Peakwing for @HyphaeShade
Kyno for @nico.d.pie
Noli for @polaris-s-creation-void
Rue for @uvpartybomb-stuff
Spiller for @busybuns
Jynx for @flame-shadow
Ipsy for @floppa-whoppa
Timbre and Tick for @muggywort
Jezo and Syna for @deservedlyfluffy
Unati for @hyperfluffed
Nen for @eregore_
Hare for @wandering-the-worlds
Unnamed for @livingmeme
Echo for @trisquiggles
Scint for @scripscrim
Spark for @chrometheraptor
Wiollé for @angelsofu
Aries for @ember_surge
Lost for @kilawolfsblut
The Forgotten for @King_Crow
Tbn and Moth for @lunarkana
Morpho for @snickerdoodlesss
Hum for @brimal-baspid
Maple for @girlkisserr
Akirna for @luluthefox-plays
Elwood for @stardewboba
Clover for @mmelody87
Quartz for @nautical-nova
Panrha for @jolteon
Hollow for @asterrioxs
AZ and Acordis for @wrenchdogs
Tinket for @CrispCheri
Mere for @shark-bytee
Reese for @artxeevee
Lichen for @quiet_skye
Blanket for @pastelcrocodile
Little Fly for @retrocatalyst
Tiny/Inoi for @plyushh
Aether for @sharkrotator
Nymph for @astralabraxas
Valis for @FilletOFish
Hurl for @ingridskogstad
Talos for @tyginartist
Nis for @faceless-dreamer
Calyx for @aur0rakat
Adonis for @inertblue
Wicott for @cerealfluffy
Blue Vessel Kune for @theoddhawk1
Scraps for @evielutionevie
Laurel for @sappedart
Ree for @themgaypigeons
Kai for @devilcatdarling
Lavea for @LisyLupikus
Crotchet for @frogynn
Spider for @ten-times-ten
Marsh for @blu-orb
Wilmore for @zahanh
Violet for @invadermak2016
Bell for @corgiestnerd
Shard for @finalarchivist
Mite for @InvaderBarwib
Ruhi for @artofahma
Predicament for @carrioncomfort
Aila for @jenny626
Quilt for @flightdrawswhatever
Lunge for @tin-pin-artist
Aithenymm for @hoozl
Spring and Fall for @mrsquidgereen
Echo for @cherrppi
Spect for @slimestyx
Doleira for @loud-whistling-yes
Lamp for @
#hollow knight oc#hollow knight#mass attack#hollow knight vessel#vessel oc#so many vessels!#I genuinely had so much fun doing all the interactions like! the little vignettes of vessels interacting with each other are everything!!!#also separate version with the bg only cause this BG is sooo pretty and I'm super proud of making it
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Congratulations! Your NHP is reaching Student Class!
Please avert your gaze!
#the gemini paradox#byte#the byte nhp#echo and byte#echo & byte#lancer#lancer rpg#lancer battlegroup#lancer ttrpg#lancer the mech rpg#lancer character#lancerrpg#lancer oc#lancer nhp#my oc shit#original character#lancer art#castor creed
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[ NSFW | Minors DNI ]
Wordcount - 672
Business Trip
Yes, I do have a voice kink. Problem?
I sigh. Lucifer hasn't been home in three days. I know he's busy, but I miss studying with him working away over the scent of coffee and sound of Mozart's Requiem. I even missed his annoying habit of clicking his pen when he was irritated.
And then, miraculously, he sends me a text.
Lucifer: Are you still awake?
Me: Yes. Can you send me a picture of you? I miss you :(
Lucifer: Picture.
I feel the blood rush to my face, and for a moment, I have to make sure the door is closed before I find myself staring at the image he sent me. He was sitting in a loose towel, a few beads of water still stubbornly clinging to his hair though the rest of him looked dry.
Me: You're so bad, you know that?
Lucifer: Please. Like you don't send me pictures of you in the lingerie I bought you when I'm in the middle of a meeting.
Me: Yeah? And?
Lucifer: If was there right now, you'd already be bent over, and you know it, naughty girl.
I start typing, only for my ringtone to start playing as the caller ID reads "Luci."
"In a mood, are we?" I ask, and his sonorous chuckle plays through the speaker, tickling my ears.
"Aren't you?"
"Maybe I am," I tease.
"Then strip. Now." I shiver, a familiar tingle already running through my body at the sound of his lowered voice. Even when he wasn't physically present, his dominance shredded any control I might have had.
"Yes sir," I whisper, and then my hands are under my shirt, feeling up my stomach the same way he always does as I drag the cloth of my shirt up and off my body. I already craved the feel of his hands as I slid my fingers down my thighs, rolling my pants off.
"Show me."
I bite my lip as I shudderingly open my camera, taking a picture of myself and blushing as I see a small stain in my underwear. I find myself hoping he'll tease me about it.
"Good girl," he praises sweetly, and I whimper in response, squeezing my legs together. "You're already ready, aren't you? It's okay; touch yourself, honey. I want you to come." Permission? This early? Not that I'm really complaining.
"Lucifer," I rasp as I glance my fingers under what remains of my clothing.
"Yes, love?" he purrs, his lust bleeding through every sound byte.
"Fuck me," I breathe, almost unconsciously, as I press into my clit, and Lucifer chortles to himself.
"Are you that desperate for me already?" A quiet, fleshy smack echoes, and I feel my face warm with the thought of what the sound was from.
"No?" I lie, blatantly, full-well knowing that Lucifer is going to remember it, and use it as an excuse to confine me to his room for a few days.
"Are you trying to wind me up?"
"No," I lie again, smiling before I let out a higher-pitched whine as my fingers start to get soaked.
"You are fast approaching being tied to my bed."
"Yeah? What are you going to do once I'm tied down?"
"Mmmm..." he hums, and I writhe in response as his rumbling timbre rakes down my spine. "I think to start, I'll spread your legs wide..."
I shiver, biting my lip as I hear another questionable slap. My fingers work on my sensitive bud, soft moans leaving my lips as I do so.
"...leave you completely exposed to me..."
I sharply inhale. I want more.
"...and lick your cute little pussy..."
"Ah," I groan out through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. He sounds more guttural now, more possessive.
"...until you're a screaming fucking mess."
"Ah...!" I gasp, my lips parting in a silent wail as I finish, a soft groan of Lucifer's crawling in my ear. "Fuck me. Lucifer, please fuck me... Need you..." I can hear him chuckle.
"Wait until I get home tomorrow, love. You'd better be prepared."
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Speaking Hexadecimal
Fluently and Unambiguously
I previously proposed a way of saying hexadecimal numbers clearly and efficiently in English, but that was only good for situations where it was otherwise unambiguous that the numbers were in base-16, and it still had some room for getting "wires crossed" with base-10. Now I finally have a proposal I'm satisfied with to finish the job:
We first add distinct words for the six extra "digits":
A is alf, B is brav, C is char, D is delt, E is eck, and F is fost. These are based on the pronunciation of the first six NATO phonetic alphabet words: "alpha", "bravo", "charlie", "delta", "echo", and "foxtrot", except that: we simplify "foxt" to "fost" to make it easier to say, we change the spelling of "alph" to make it more accessible to people not familiar with English's "ph", and the spelling of "eck" makes it obvious that it's a K sound, not a CH sound.
Then we replace "-ty" with "-tex". "-tex" is meant to be evocative of "hex", but the "t" fits the pattern of English number words better:
So 20 in hexadecimal is twentex, not "twenty". 21 is twentex-one, 22 is twentex-two, and so on. 2A is twentex-alf, 2B is twentex-brav, and so on. 30 is thirtex, 31 is thirtex-one, [...], 3A is thirtex-alf, and so on. Fortex, fiftex, sixtex, seventex, eightex, ninetex, alftex, bravtex, chartex, deltex, ecktex, and fostex.
English has special words for 10-19, but we can just use the same regular pattern in hexadecimal for 10-1F as for 20-FF. So 10 is ontex. It's "ontex" and not "onetex" to match the speed and distinctiveness that we get with twenty, thirty, forty, and fifty having slightly different pronunciations and spellings versus two, three, four, and five. 11 is ontex-one, 12 is ontex-two, 13 is ontex-three, and so on.
100 is "hunhex". This continues the mnemonic pattern - English number word, with a hexadecimal-hinting ending. 101 is "one hunhex and one," or just "hunhex and one" for short, just like we say decimal hundreds. 201 is "two hunhex and one", 2D4 is "two hunhex and deltex-four", and so on, all the way up to FFF - "fost hunhex and fostex-fost".
Incidentally, the modern English quirk of saying a number like 2463 as "twenty-four (hundred), sixty-three" instead of "two-thousand, four-hundred, and sixty-three" works really well for hexadecimal numbers: for example, 1AD4 is often written as 1A D4, and can be read as "ontex-alf (hunhex), deltex-four".
In fact, unlike decimal, in hexadecimal it is far more natural and useful, especially given modern technology, to do groups of two. So we don't even bother with another irregular word like "thousand" - instead, we just go directly to using the same Latin prefixes that large numbers in English use (billion, trillion, quadrillion, and so on), for multiples of two more hex digits:
So 10000 is a bihex, 1000000 is a trihex, 100000000 is a quadrihex, 10000000000 is a quintihex, 1000000000000 is a sextihex, 100000000000000 is a septihex, 10000000000000000 is an octohex, and so on. Technical people will appreciate that we're basically counting bytes here, and that a hunhex is one larger than the maximum value in a 1-byte unsigned integer - ditto bihex for 2 bytes, quadrihex for 4 bytes, octohex for 8 bytes, and so on.
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🪼 - Robotic pronoun ideas - 🪼
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fear strikes out
*
fear strikes out
only to find no echo
from the hollow void;
only sounds
of a constant drone,
babbling, generated
in artificial clusters, bits & bytes,
simulated vocalizations...
doubt,
skittishly residing
in a flesh & blood body
uneasily rests
alongside spirit & soul as well
infused to incline, motivate
& be a counterpoint to the folly
into which it can lead.
faith lays out
a lighted path into...
should you wonder where found
or who,
it's inside - supplied by you
& not some oracle from above, in
its inclining toward the love you feel
if you haven't been taught
that it isn't real.
strip all religiosity -
no man, no woman, organization,
congregation or governing body
of elders, founders, seers,
kings or conquerors
may endow it...
just know
you didn't & they can not
make a tree, a raindrop, a bee,
a grain of sand, a truffle,
giraffe or a galaxy
...any of 'em.
so the power that 'bees'
resides in that
which created these, above.
( call it what you will )
however,
what we can create & reveal
is anything derived from such,
as we make it & make do for real,
for the best,
not from fear but out of love;
& that - i believe,
is our bequest from above.
*
7/23 - lebuc - fear strikes out
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The Girl in IT - IT Ticket: Print Job
A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU Byte-Sized Microfic
The LIST │ Read the main series here!
Chapter Rating: T
Story Summary: What if Joel tried to print out his list to put in his wallet but botched the print job? Who does he call in his time of need?
Word Count: 430
Inspired by this ask from a sweet anon:
A/N: Lately I've been receiving a lot of messages in my Asks and it's led to a lot of me sharing the lore and backstory of 'The Girl in IT'! I decided it would be fun if I answered these with a short, byte-sized fic! Thank you, sweet anon for the ask! Keep them coming!
"Ellie?" Joel's voice echoes from across the hall. "Get in here for a sec."
Ellie strides into Joel's office, hand on her hip. "What's up? I'm about to head out to the job site with Tommy."
Joel looks somewhat sheepish. "Need a hand."
"Okay… is it going to take long? I needed to be in the parking lot five minutes ago."
"Well, I tried to print out a document-"
Ellie groans, plopping onto the chair in front of him. "Isn't that why we hired Sugar? To help you handle your computer mishaps?"
Joel sighs, "She's with Tess right now. I figured this wasn't pressing enough to warrant the interruption. Besides, you know Tess."
Ellie rolls her eyes as she nods in agreement. "Fine. What happened after you hit print?"
Joel scratches his head, avoiding eye contact. "I may have pressed the wrong button. Instead of printing one page, I accidentally printed the entire manual for the printer. Now it's sitting in the tray, and I have no idea how to fix it."
Ellie chuckles, "You're lucky I'm here. Let's take a look."
They both stroll over to Joel's desk, and Ellie surveys the printer, a cascade of papers flowing out of the tray. Ellie bursts into laughter. "Yeah, you definitely printed the manual. Congratulations, Joel. You just set a new record for the most paperwork generated by a single print job. We should frame it."
Joel smirks, "Well, at least I know how to complicate things."
"What were you printing anyway?" Ellie asks, trying to peek at his laptop.
"Nothing! I mean, there was this form-"
"So a PDF, then?"
"I think so?"
Ellie shoves him aside, grabbing the mouse to check the document. "Joel, this is a Word doc, not a PDF. All you need to do is click on-" her eyes narrow as she looks at the screen, her eyes widening in shock. "Joel, WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Ellie-"
"Are you out of your mind, Joel? Printing this at work? Tess is going to kill you," Ellie admonishes.
"How is she gonna know?"
"Don't you know that Sugar monitors all computer usage for all of the employees? That includes all print jobs, moron!"
"I own this company, Ellie! My computer should be off-limits!"
"Not after the stunt Tommy pulled, getting the servers hacked with all of his explicit internet usage. If you have a bone to pick, take it up with management!"
"Hey! I AM management!"
Ellie shoots him a look as she heads to the door. "Not according to Tess!" She gives him a one-handed salute. "Adios, Romeo!"
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The biggest reason we shouldn't pay these media sound bytes any mind
The cast and crew contradict their own damn selves which to me just says they can't keep the story straight.
After Season One
We had all of them saying romance was never even considered, they want the show to focus on the workplace dynamics. Jeremy said Carmy is the least sexual person and has no interest in romance. An article said not romance for Syd and Carmy in Season Two. Then, in an interview during awards season Ayo says maybe they could explore Syd and Carmy after therapy and two seasons.
Before Season Two
They all somewhat echoed the no romance sentiments but then in the Emmy magazine article Storer was more vague and said they will be partners, you'll see. Ayo and Lionel deny anything happening with Syd and Marcus.
Season Two
During season two Carmy not only has a girlfriend, he has sex, negating Jeremy's statements. This is when I started my theory that he speaks directly to what is going on with Carmy and his perspective for that season he is speaking about. Then, not only does Carmy have a romance, it looked like Richie and Jess had a flirtation, and Marcus asks Syd out. So either Ayo and Lionel were lying or they had no idea and were guessing. Romance was all over this season.
After Season Two
Jeremy says there was no romance and Syd wasn't jealous, just mad about work. Molly says Carmy and Syd are platonic, yet "charged and sexy" (like, huh?). She sounded like she ships them but didn't want to say anything declarative. She may know nothing or could know more than she's saying. Ayo denies romance but also says she lies in interviews? She also says romance wasn't discussed. Calo says there is no romance but says she kind of wanted it (can't remember if she was referring to S1, S2, or both or if it was even specified) but Storer said no. This contradicts her, Storer, Jeremy, and Ayo saying it was never discussed. We also got the "platonic and messy" gem, wtf? Lionel says he's glad nothing happened with Marcus and Syd, but is that even over, why did they even go there?
Conclusion
These people's media statements are neither consistent or trustworthy. If they were in court they could easily be convicted of perjury simply based on their wishy washy ass responses. I don't think this confirms or denies anything because wtf are they even saying?
The end.
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