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yahoooo, good news, the demo is out, sorry for posting a bit late, but here is the link:

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🖤💜 Happy international asexuality day! 🖤💜🐀

Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to others, or low or absent interest in or desire for sexual activity 🖤💜

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Hey Friend, tomorrow’s my birthday and I’d really love it if you would wish me a happy birthday since ilysm 💓

"Happy birthday, my love."

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PEEPAW I MISSED YOU IM SO GLAD TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN!!! SENDING LOTS OF LOVE TO YOU AND MY BBY FRIEND 💞💓🩷

Get that degree, you’ve this 💪

Love yaaaaa

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Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

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It took me so long making this video, I hope you like it!

Game: See Thru Need a Friend? by @itsya-boi @stnaf-vn

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Happy Holidays!

These two each have their own ways of celebrating with you.

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Yan! Wolfboy X Fem! Reader part 2?

CW: NSFW, versatile, needy, desperate sex, breeding, knotting, teratophilia, size kink, rough sex.

A/N: You asked and I delivered. This is a part 2 loosely related to my first wolfboy post. Thank you to all the people who followed and shared my writing. This is for you. Enjoy~!

The touch of your lips on his skin sends a shudder down Wolf’s spine. “Don’t… stop…” he whispers, voice hoarse and breathless. His hands grip you so hard they shake. “Not ever… never stop… never want anyone but you…”

His chest rises sharply with a deep inhale. The sound of his heart thudding in his chest is deafening, the rapid pulse of it hammering away at the inside of his chest. His hands tighten reflexively against you, and he lets out a soft, contented noise into your neck.

“More…” he begs, voice shaky. “Please… don’t ever stop…”

“You’re so needy, baby…” you purr against his neck, teasing and sucking on his skin, wanting to hear more of his beautiful sounds.

Wolf squirms against you, the feeling of your teeth against his skin driving him wild. “Need… you…” he pants, voice husky, breath coming in short bursts. His skin feels warm, his heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest.

“Please… More…”

“What do you need, baby. You have to be specific…” You murmur softly as you nibble on his earlobe.

There’s a long silence as Wolf tries to formulate his thoughts. You can hear his breathing quicken, and suddenly he’s writhing underneath you. “Want you… want you all for me…” he pants, voice raspy, breath shaky.

“Need you…”

“Yeah? You need me, baby?” You purr in his ear, your hands roaming his body. “You want me to touch you? Want me to make you feel good~?”

Wolf whimpers, arching up against you at the touch of your hands. “Yes… yes… yes.” he whispers raggedly, chest rising sharply with an inhale. “Touch… make me feel good…”

“Beg.” You growl lowly into his ear, your hands delving under his shirt and caressing his chest.

The word brings a shiver to Wolf’s body, and he obeys instantly. “Please… please make me feel good…” he whispers, breathing becoming heavier. “Want you… only you… want to… oh, god…”

“Good boy~” You praise him, removing his shirt as you begin to drag your tongue around his nipples, sucking and biting softly.

Wolf arches underneath you, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as your tongue makes contact with his skin. His hands clamp down on your shoulders, tight and grasping, almost scratching your back.

“Oh, god…” he whimpers. “More… please, more… please, please…”

You growl lowly in approval as your hands begin to work with unbuckling his belt and taking off his bottoms.

Wolf lets out a sharp inhale, teeth clamping down on his lip as he holds back a moan. There’s almost a visible shudder in his body as you brush against his waist.

“Oh, god…” he gasps. “I-I need… I need… I—“

“I know, baby…” You coo softly as you finish undressing him. You look back into his eyes and I caress his cheek gently again. “You’re so beautiful~”

You can almost see his heart skip a beat at that. Wolf’s jaw drops open as he stares back up at you, wide-eyed, skin flushed and slick from his perspiration.

“Beautiful?” he whispers, voice thick and hoarse. “I’m… beautiful to you?”

“The most beautiful boy ever~” You say softly and lean down to kiss him tenderly, cupping his face gently.

Wolf pulls himself into your kiss, pressing his lips against yours, eager and needy.

“Beautiful… oh, god, you think I’m beautiful?” he breathes, pulling you down on top of him. “No one has ever thought I was beautiful… no one but you…”

“My pretty boy~” You moan into the kiss. “Do you want to make love to me, baby~?”

His breathing grows even heavier at those words, his heartbeat thundering in his ears, his lips hungry and eager for your own.

“Yes… yes, yes…” he pants, pulling you down onto him once again. “Now… make love to… make love to you!”

You respond to his hunger with your own, devouring his lips in a heated kiss. You remove your clothes and guide his hands to touch your naked body all over and watch as you wriggle and writhe under his touch.

Wolf’s hands obey eagerly, gliding over every inch of you, hungrily drinking in your skin, your scent. His breathing grows heavy as a light sweat forms all along his body. Every touch, every stroke sends a shiver through him that he can’t seem to contain, a low moan escaping his lips.

“You want me~?” You chuckle deviously as you tease him.

“Yes! I want you! I want you so much,” Wolf pants. “Need you… oh, god… I need you…”

His kisses become more eager, your taste like an addictive poison, and Wolf can’t help but give into it.

“Then take me like you mean it~” You growl in his ear, telling him to take what he wants from you. Telling him to take what’s his.

Wolf’s eyes go wide at your command, and he doesn’t hesitate before rolling you over and mounting you, straddling your hips tightly. His breath is hot and heavy against your ear, his eyes wide and wild. If you can feel it, you’re sure it’s like lightning in the atmosphere. Pure, hot electricity—because Wolf’s entire body practically bristles with a charge that demands you, that begs you to take him.

“Oh, god… You’re mine… only mine…”

You moan once you feel him mount you and take control. You shiver under his body in anticipation, arching your back for him to go on and take you like an animal. “Yours…”

Wolf’s eyes darken as he lets out a grunt. His body seems to vibrate in anticipation. It takes all of his strength to hold himself in, to not drive himself right into you. He stares down at you with eyes that hold an almost feral intensity.

“Take… you’re gonna take it all…” he breathes raggedly. “Oh, god…”

“Wolf…” you whimper so needy and desperate. “I need you, please…” You look into his eyes with a blush. “I need you… inside of me…”

Wolf throws his head back and lets out a howl of pure desire. His chest rises and falls sharply, his body quivering for a moment as he tries to pull himself together.

“I need you too… so much…” he pants, pushing his hard, weeping cock inside, barely able to contain himself. His eyes are so, so wide as he stares down at you. He can feel it, feel everything. He takes a deep inhale of your scent, like he’s drinking it in in the deepest, most primal part of him.

You groan lowly as you feel him press further and deeper into you, clutching the sheets of the bed with a vice. It takes all of you not to scream in pain and pleasure. You can only squirm underneath him from the feeling of his fat cock stretching your tight pussy.

Wolf can see the pain in your face. It makes him whimper, cry out, his eyes closing shut tightly as a sob escapes his lips. “Oh, god, I’m hurting you…” he whispers, but makes no motion to pull away. No, he doesn’t want to do that. He’s finally where he needs to be. Where he belongs.

“I’m sorry… oh, god…”

“No…” You gasp softly. “It hurts so good…”You caress his cheek gently, your warm breath fanning his face. “You’re just… so big…” You moan softly under your breath, closing your eyes and bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Wolf lets out a soft, satisfied groan at those words, his body relaxing a little bit. He pulls out almost completely before entering slowly once more, doing his best not to hurt you again… but the little cries and whimpers he draws out of you make it hard.

He stares down at you, all the pain gone from his voice, replaced with need, desire, desperation: “Tell me to stop if it hurts too much…”

You let out a deep, guttural moan once he starts thrusting, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop… feels.. so good!” You mewl, so needy in a way you’ve never had before.

That’s all the encouragement Wolf needs. His body practically shivers, his lungs burning with need, his heart thundering so loud he’s surprised you can’t hear it at your ear. His hands grasp for anything they can grab, and his hips move with a feverish passion. He’s a wild animal, no longer thinking, only focusing on you.

“Yes…” he pants. "Yes…”

“Wolf..! Oh god…” You moan out in deep pleasure as he moves his hips like a wild animal, making you see stars on the corner of your eyes as he delves deeper into you. “Just like that… yes.. yes~”

Wolf whimpers at the sound of your voice, your cries of pleasure driving him to push himself even farther in. The sounds you make… there’s no comparison. Nothing, in his entire existence, has ever sounded so good. He wants to hear them forever. He wants to make you make them for him forever.

So, without another thought in his head, Wolf takes you again, harder, faster, in a frenzy of movement that borders on violent. "Like this? Like this, baby?" he pants.

“Yes! Oh, god… just like that baby…” You cry out in ecstasy, no thoughts in your head but him and how good he’s making you feel. The primal need and desire within you grows tenfold. “Breed me… please! I need—“ You let out a low whimper.

You see a flash of pure joy in his eyes for a split second, before his face is buried against your breasts, his hot, heavy breaths filling the space between.

He drives into you again and again, no finesse, no gentle tenderness. He’s lost in a world of want, a world of need. This is where he belongs.

A low cry of ecstasy leaves from his lips as he comes, thrusting his fat, swelling knot into your aching cunt.

“Nngh- yes! Yes… ahh…” You let out a high pitched moan and dig your nails deeper into his back as you feel him come. You bite your lip at the sheer pleasure as you reach your climax, shaking and writhing underneath him, absolutely blissed out.

Wolf whimpers at the sound of you, your words in sharp contrast to his own primal noises of pleasure. It’s almost… adorable.

He lets out a satisfied smile, a look of pure contentment crossing his face as he remains deep inside you, loving the way your walls flutter around his knot. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. When he opens them once more, his face looks almost… transformed.

You whimper and cling to him tightly, burying your face into his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. The aftershocks of pleasure still wrack your body as it twitches and trembles slightly. You become even clingier and needier after your session as you focus on him to keep yourself grounded from all the overwhelming emotions you’re feeling.

That’s it. That’s what he needs. The way you cling to him, the way you depend on him… it’s like a dream come true.

“I’m right here,” he whispers to you, a soft smile on his lips as he traces circles on your back gently. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

Wolf holds you, stroking your hair lightly, smiling softly. The whole world seems to fade away, leaving only you two. For now, nothing matters to him but his darling.

“Mine… All mine.” His voice is a ragged whisper, the smile on his face transforming from loving to possessive in an instant. There’s a sense of hunger in his expression, a craving that cannot be sated. The way he looks at you… you’ve never seen the way he looks at you at this very moment.

He wraps his arms tighter around you, squeezing you close, not willing to let you go even after the knot goes down. You’re his. His. Only his.

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MOJABI GHOST

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Ex Female Reader

CW: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Thigh and Knee Riding, Bilingual Dirty Talk, Penetration, Rough Sex, Needy, Desperate Sex, Mating Press, Cockwarming

Description: Miguel drops by your apartment after he can’t stand the silence of his penthouse. He misses you, and tonight, you’ll see just how much~

Translation done by yours truly~

Song: “MOJABI GHOST” by Tainy, ft. Bad Bunny

Smoking,

Drinking,

Fucking,

Pretending that I don’t think about you.

I don’t who I’m trying to kid,

For this feeling,

Won’t let me sleep.

And I wish,

I wish, that I could dream peacefully,

That I could dream about you.

Another night alone. Another night without you.

Miguel O'Hara looks over view of Nueva York while drinking from his third glass of whiskey on the rocks; rocks that have melted and diluted the drink that has been abandoned for thoughts about you.

The truth is that Miguel has abandoned many things because of his mind— the treacherous bitch does not stop thinking about you.

Who could ever stop thinking about you, is the question that he should be asking. But he doesn't. And he’s well aware why.

Because that would require him to accept the reality that he fucked up the only thing that had given him happiness and warmth after what had happened with his daughter. And once again, it’s something that he doesn’t allow himself to forgive.

At first, you were only a hindrance, an annoyance which he could not get rid of. You were always looking at him with that sweet expression, ready to face the next anomaly with a smile and good attitude. He couldn’t stand you. The fact that you could face every problem and tragedy, a particular characteristic of spiderpeople, without your spirit being corrupted ... he hated it. He hated it to death.

Yet, observe how easy it is for him to lie. Because in reality, he never hated you. How could he hate the one person who received him with such a unique and special warmth and affection— the woman who, one by one, took down each one of his walls, making them crumble to the ground and fall as he did when he fell in love with you. Although, too late.

He lets out a dry laugh. There is no doubt that he is Spider-Man: the people he loves never stay for long.

Isn't that how he ended up here in the first place?

He sighs, exhausted. I don't want to think anymore.

He takes a swig from the whiskey and frowns, letting out a sound of disgust from the watered down drink and decides to get back into the penthouse. He looks around.

And now what?

Fuck this pity party. Miguel may not be in his five senses at the moment, but he doesn’t think twice before activating his nanotech suit and traveling to your dimension. He doesn't know what is the right to do; If you prefer your space, that he never contacts you again. All he knows is that he cannot stand this purgatory; and that your screams and curses are better than the overwhelming silence of his apartment.

As soon as he steps out of the portal into your apartment, you can already sense each other. It is almost impossible to sneak up on a Spider person, that's why he isn’t surprised when he finds you sitting in your living room, staring at him without blinking.

"What are you doing here?" You ask without emotion after several seconds of silence.

"You know what I came for." he says as he removes his mask and approaches your figure. However, your cold look stops him in his tracks.

“I don't care. I want you to say it.” you say while you stare into his eyes sharply. He deserves it. "Be direct for once in your life."

"Hey," he warns, baring his fangs. “Don’t push it.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, ignoring his warning. "Then leave. I was clear: don't come back until you tell me how you really feel.”

"Don't you think I want to?!" Miguel shouts, frustrated; Not with you. Never with you. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, controlling his anger. When he opens his eyes, you’re surprised to see actual remorse. "I'm dying to have you in my arms again..."

You can’t help to soften your expression when you caught the frustration in his voice and how difficult it is to express his true emotions at the moment. "Then why the hesitation?" You ask softly, your voice a sweet melody to his ears. Then, a sudden thought makes your blood run cold. “...unless I wasn’t good enough for you.” Your voice trembles and you can't suppress the tears that arise.

Miguel’s face falls and without thinking twice, he runs to you and hugs you tightly, snaking an arm around your waist and his hand behind your neck. He listens as you sob into chest and he brings you even closer, his hand gently stroking your back. "Shh... no, my love, that can’t be further away from the truth." He whispers softly into your ear. "I am the one who’s not good enough for you."

Miguel lets out a dry, incredulous laugh. “I'm the worst… to cause the most wonderful woman in all of the multiverse to think the opposite…” He presses a kiss against your forehead and brings you closer to him. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Please, forgive me for being such a coward.” He murmurs apologetically as he buries his face into your neck and breathes in your scent.

God, how I missed this smell~

He leans back and stares into your eyes, stroking your cheeks and wiping your tears.

"I love you," he declares, more confident than ever. "I don't want to keep loving you from afar. I don’t want to run away, fearing that one day I will lose you if it also keeps you far from my arms.” He presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and whispering the last few words full of emotion, "If I still lose you...”

"God, Miguel..." You crumble once again and hug him tightly. "I love you so much," you confess in the midst of tears. "I’m afraid too, we are both spider people, we both risk our lives to prevent Multiverse from collapsing… our job is dangerous and it is painful to think about the great possibility that I could lose you,” You look into his eyes, holding his face in your hands. "But it hurts more to have you so close, and not by my side."

"I know..." He whispers as he leans towards your sweet touch. “I'm such an idiot. I thought I was protecting you from the pain, but in reality, I hurt you even more.” He stares into your eyes, his gaze full of remorse. "You could forgive this fool in love?"

You laugh softly and Miguel swears that his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, you look at him with a mischievous smile. "Hmm, I don't know..."

Miguel groans and looks at you with desperation, as if he needed to hear that he has been forgiven to be calm. "Love, please..." He whimpers softly against your neck, kissing it sensually.

Your grin becomes wider and playful. You take his chin and make him look into your eyes. "But you sound so nice, Miguelito~” You purr. “Do it again~”

Shit...

Miguel feels how his cheeks redden and he short circuits when he hears your playful and dominant voice. It was a side of you that he had never seen. Or rather, one he never tried to get to know. He was so obsessed with controlling everything that he never realized that he kept you from expressing yourself around him.

Damn ... he definitely deserves to beg to you.

"My love..." He kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "Please, I beg you... Forgive me. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight of the most stoic and stubborn man in the multiverse kneeling in front of you, begging like a dog. Is this a dream? More like a miracle.

"Wow... You really missed me, didn't you, Miguelito~?"

Miguel takes your hand and kisses your palm, staring into your eyes. "You have no idea." He whispers. Your heart skips a beat, blood rushing through your veins at an extreme speed. You feel the love that this man has for you and you cannot avoid the genuine smile that grows in your face.

You place your arms around his neck and you kiss his cheek. "I forgive you. Show me exactly how sorry you are~"

It takes Miguel less than two seconds before he is on top of you, your back on the sofa while his knee separates your legs. It seems as if all your confidence disappears as soon as Miguel touches you, his large hands gripping your waist. You feel tempted to deviate your gaze, but his crimson eyes keep you paralyzed under their intensity, full of lust.

"Oh baby..." he lets out a soft growl as his lips brush against your neck, making you shiver once more. “Eres mía~” (You’re mine~)

His fingers quickly disrobe you, his lips kissing every inch of your soft skin. His breathing quickens, breathing hot and heavy as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, hand groping the other. He lets out soft grunts and moans of pleasure as he worships your chest, sucking and biting, leaving wet hot marks on your skin.

You grab onto his hair, your back arching off from the couch as he continues his assault. He lets out a particularly long groan when he feels you grind your wet pussy on his knee. He chuckles darkly and presses onto you even harder, making you shiver and moan in delight.

“That’s it mami…” he growls, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. “Grind that needy pussy on me… make yourself feel good.”

A sound of pleasure escapes from your lips. You close your eyes and decide to immerse yourself in the pleasure that both have refused for too long— no longer wanting to deprive your body of what it craves; and your heart from the one you love.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking against his clothed knee, soaking the nanotech fabric. He can only watch in awe how easy it was to reduce you to a sensitive mess— rubbing and pressing his thigh against your throbbing pussy, gripping your hips tighter as he guides you.

“Oh fuckkkk… Miguel…” The way you so readily give your body to him— it awakens a primal side to him that even he didn’t realize he had. The need to explore how many times he can make you cum without fucking you with his cock had his mind reeling from the possibilities.

Should he finger you now? Should he make you cum on his tongue? Ride his face?

“Miguel… oh Miguel~” you mewl, the squelching sound of your juices on his leg echoing in the room. Small puffs of hot air leave past your lips, your hips bucking so needy and desperate for friction.

However the night ends, what he does know is that he so desperately craves to hear you whine his name like that again.

“Come on, cariño…” he keeps rutting your hips against his thigh, now unclothed as his dick strains against the nanotech clothing that covers his groin. “What do you need~?”

“Need you…” You pant out, chest heaving rapidly. “Need you inside… please Miguel~”

He chuckles darkly. “Already? But baby, we just started~” He teases, slowing down the rubbing against your clit, making you whine in frustration.

“Fuck that! I missed you, maldito!” You growl, making Miguel’s eyes widen when you voice out your frustrations.

This makes Miguel chuckle heartedly, gazing down at you with affection and primal lust. “You missed my cock that much, baby~?”

“Not your cock. You.” This startles Miguel, actually making him blush. His chest fills with so much love and affection for you. God, he needs you so badly.

“Te amo, mi arañita…” (I love you, my little spider…) Miguel murmurs softly before leaning down and claiming your lips softly. A low moans escape from your lips as you feel just how serious he is. “Missed you… missed your touch…” he breathes out against your neck once he pulls away, his lips brushing against your skin. Miguel shivers and groans, loving the way your warm, soft skin feels against his. You can only watch as he worships you, too paralyzed by this feeling to speak. “Missed your smell…” he inhales your scent softly before pressing a kiss on your neck. “Missed your voice… let me hear it please…”

“Ahhhh… Miguel…” you find your voice, breathing out your response as your chest rises and falls rapidly, trembling underneath him.

“Fuck…” he groans from your needy voice. Miguel trails wet kisses down your hot skin, licking away your sweat. His fangs lightly graze your thighs, teasing you with his tongue. He chuckles when you arch your back, whimpering his name, begging to take you— to do something already!

He grins as he kisses the inside of your thigh. “You’ve never been very patient.”

You whine, your hand making it’s way to his hair and tugging him closer to your throbbing pussy. He chuckles and licks a long, agonizing swipe along your glistening folds, making you groan in response. “Good thing I’ve never been very patient either~”

Miguel takes his time, swirling his tongue, lapping up your juices— yet, the way that he grips your thighs, so close to digging his claws into your skin while he groans from your taste— it only makes him look more desperate and feral than when he first begged for you.

You jolt and shiver in delight, the drag of his fat, warm tongue bringing you to heights of pleasure you only had the joy of experiencing with Miguel. The feelings of pleasure were so delicious and excruciating, it makes you buck your hips against his face. You grind your pussy on his face unashamedly, his nose brushing against your clit deliciously.

Watching from below, how your hips arch and you tug harder on his hair is all that Miguel needed to die happily. His groans and harsh breathing muffled by your desperate grinding.

“Mmm… shlppp… mmnh…” His eyes remain trained on your cute expressions, a particularly harsh suck of your clit eliciting a whiny moan from you that had him reeling.

“Fuck… Miguel…! I’m so close!” You whine so pretty and needy. His claws digging dig into your thighs, pressing his face harder against your cunt as he eats you out like an animal.

Miguel moans against your cunt, murmuring for you to cum on his tongue, to do it now. It comes out a wet, muffled mess, but you didn’t care. You were already a moaning mess as you came, spreading your juices all over Miguel’s face. His tongue works on your core like a man dying of thirst, lapping up every drop of your juices and overstimulating the fuck out of you. He never came up for air, submerged between your thighs, delving his tongue deeper, sucking harder. This is where he belongs.

“Mi— Miguel! It’s too much..!” You whine, trying to push his head away but he’s glued to your pussy— and he’s not moving until he’s licked you clean.

After a few more seconds, he gives your pussy one last lick before he comes back up, his tongue hanging out as he smiles smugly. You twitch and writhe underneath him from the overstimulation, gazing at him with a satisfied and dazed expression. He tantalizingly drags his long tongue around his mouth, lips, chin… cleaning up your cum from his face, making sure you watch. “Dios mío, que rico sabes mami~” (My god, you taste delicious mami~)

You whimper, your hole twitching at the erotic display. Miguel watches as your pussy flutters with primal lust, smiling at you like a predator. “You liked that, baby? Do you still want more?”

Before you could respond, Miguel is on top of you, claiming your lips in a hot, sensual kiss. You groan at the taste of yourself on his lips, this only turning you on even further. He grips your ass, bringing your wet core towards his now fully unclothed and erect cock.

“Mmmngh… mmnh… ahhhhh…” You whimper into the kiss as he grinds his cock against your sensitive folds, spreading your juices all over.

“You want this cock, baby? Huh? I can’t hear you. Tell me how badly you want me. Tell me. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.” Miguel whispered into your ear as he kept grinding himself against you, teasing you once again. You can only cry out, frustration building up inside of you as you feel your hole squeezing against nothing, craving his thick cock.

“Please… Miguel…”

“Dime lo que quieres preciosa… ¿quieres que te lo meta? ¿Sí? ¿Quieres que te coja?” (Tell me what you want, precious… you want me to put it in? Yeah? You want me to fuck you?)

“Yes, Miguel! Just… please!”

As much as he loves teasing you, he needed to nestle his cock inside of you. Right. Now.

“M’gonna bury this cock deep inside you… make sure your pussy remembers the shape of my cock…” He chuckles as he lines himself up with your hole and slowly pushes his cock past that first, tight ring inside your cunt. “Fuck… such a tight fit… bet you didn’t fuck anyone with a dick as big as mine…” he groans and pushes further. “no other cock can stretch you out like mine can…”

“No one… only you…” you breathe out in satisfaction as you finally feel your pussy getting full. “M’so full…”

Miguel lets out a string of curses and groans at the feeling of your tight pussy pulsating around him. “Yeah, that’s right baby… only my cock can fill you up this good.” He smirks as he looks down at you, caged between his arms and large body. “Gonna let me fuck this pussy, huh? Want me to pound you until you can’t think?”

“Yes, Miguel! Yes!”

That’s all the confirmation he needed before he started rutting his hips against yours at a fast pace. No time to start slow, no. This is the type of desperate and primal sex that lovers have after they’ve gone a long time without seeing each other. The type that builds up overtime only to be released in the heated thrust of each other’s hips. The type that has you moaning out gibberish and wrapping your arms and legs around him as Miguel thrusts his hard cock inside, going feral on your pussy.

“Fuck… I missed this… I missed you…” Miguel grunts with every thrust, small puffs of air leaving his lips as he ruts even faster, deeper. His muscles flex with every movement. He presses his hot body against yours, feeling your tits brush against his chest with every thrust.

“M-Miguel… please… harder!” You moan, digging your nails into his broad back.

“Yes…” his voice is so rough, so hungry that it’s almost jarring. Every word he says, every look on his face seems to radiate his intense feelings for you.

He needs you, oh, does he need you.

His arms are like steel on your body, keeping you still within his grasp, and he makes you feel every inch of him, pounding himself into you in a frenzy. This is what he had been looking for, needing. He fills your entire existence for just a moment, completely and utterly enraptured by you.

“Te amo… te amo tanto…” (I love you… I love you so much…) he whispers into your ear, biting and sucking on it. One of his hands makes its way between your legs as he rubs your clit. “Ven conmigo, bebé… I need you to cum with me…” (Come with me, baby…)

“Miguel! Ohh… I’m g- Mmm… Ahhhh~!” Your moans are muffled by his lips against yours. The pounding of his cock, his thumb rubbing your pussy, and this hot, searing kiss was all you needed to finally let go. Squelching hot cum bathes Miguel’s cock and balls as you tremble and writhe in ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby… god, you did so good…” he groans, placing your forehead against his as he ruts his hips faster. Grunting as he chases his own release. Not long after, Miguel is cumming inside your pussy, spurting hot loads of his cum so deep you can feel it in your womb. The moans he lets out sound so raw and desperate, you feel like you’re watching a whole other person.

He sighs in satisfaction, pressing a kiss on your forehead before laying down besides you. He pulls you into his body, his cock twitching as he keeps it nestled deep inside your cunt.

“Fuck… I don’t think I’ve ever come this much…” Miguel lets out a breathy laugh and you look at him in awe. The afterglow of your session makes him look so… ethereal. You blush and involuntarily clench your pussy around his cock.

Miguel chuckles. “I felt that, preciosa~”

You roll your eyes and look away from him, flustered. “Then take it out!”

“Mmm… why should I~? I very much prefer having you close like this.” Miguel inhales in your scent and presses a tender kiss on your neck. The action flusters you further, making you blush at his sweetness and his opposing teasing.

“Te amo, mi vida…” (I love you, my life..) He whispers softly as he closes his eyes, bringing you closer into his embrace.

You smile softly and close your eyes as well, slowly dozing off. Not before you utter the same words back, “Te amo, Miguelito~”

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A/N: A little fun fact: this fic was originally written in Spanish first because I wanted to practice writing (specifically smut) in my native language. I might end up posting both languages on AO3.

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I-Is this a glitch..?

Probably a bunch of them are porn bots and I’m gonna be doing a sweep soon but still, thank you so much to all the people who followed!

Imma be posting the Miguel O’Hara fic and a little something extra for you all~

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STNAF Coraline AU ch.7

MDNI ALL CONTENT REGARDING STNAF IS 18+ AND SO IS THIS BLOG

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Chapter 7

CW: Obsessive Behavior, Coercion, Murder Threats, Dark Themes

A/N: Welcome to the final chapter of this fic! From here, the story will diverge into three endings depending on the character you choose to end up with. Thank you to everyone who has supported this fic by liking, reblogging, and leaving such lovely comments. I love you all and I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. <3

P.S. The end of this fic will hold a poll to see which ending you want first!

Chapter 7

Your whole world falls apart in an instant— yet you decide to pick yourself up and confront the monster you’ve avoided for too long.

“Scrim, I’m going in. You keep watch on Other Friend and his minions. We need to go through the door before it’s too late.”

Something akin to pride shines on Scrim’s face as he stretches his limbs, ready for action. “As you wish, human. I’ll see you at the door.”

You smile at your otherworldly furry companion. “I’ll see you at the door.”

Scrim nods his head once and climbs the palace to the other side to aid you in your escape.

You watch through the corner of the window as one of Other Friend’s cats approaches him. His face twists in annoyance and then into a pleased expression as he struts out of the room, leaving your best friend heaving on the cold floor of the dark, barren room, barely illuminated by the moonlight.

Once you see that the coast is clear, you open the window slowly to avoid any creaking that may alert any of Other Friend’s cats and quickly get inside.

You approach Friend softly, his dull eyes brightening once he sees you. “Friend!” You whisper softly, your best friend’s attention instantly on you as you kneel down and gently cradle his body. “Oh god, what has he done to you? I’m so sorry…” You cry.

You gently remove the tape covering his mouth and try to remove his restraints. Even in his battered state, Friend manages to smile. “I’m okay… I’m just glad that he didn’t hurt you.”

You roll your eyes and laugh softly through your tears. “You’re such a bad liar.” Now that you’re close to Friend, you can see just how serious the wounds are. It makes you want to start crying all over again. “This is all my fault… I promise I’m going to get you out of here one way or another.” You keep working on the ropes that bind him, but they’re too strong to be removed manually.

Friend nods and then looks at you with a concerned and confused expression. “What… even is this place?”

“I don’t know. At first I thought I was dreaming, but it quickly turned into something much worse.” You look at Friend, caressing your palm on his cheek gently. “I’m sorry…”

He chuckles and winces in pain. Your expression grows with concern as you try to comfort him. “What are you apologizing for? It’s not like any of us would believe this place is real.”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty because you had wished that this place was real. You feel like it’s your fault it came true.

“Stop overthinking it.” Friend snaps you out of your inner turmoil. “Let’s get out of here before he comes back.”

“He have to leave through the tiny door in one of the bedrooms… do you think you could crawl?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “I think it’s about one of the few things I can still do right now.”

You chuckle in response, glad that your best friend is still the same as ever. “I’m going to carry you as best as I can for the time being, alright? At least until I can find something to cut the ropes with.”

You slowly open the door and check to see if the hallway is safe to walk in. You grab Friend gently, pulling him onto your back as you carefully, with small steps, make your way to the bedroom where everything started.

You huff and sigh in relief as you place your heavy friend on the bed. You quickly make your way through the darkness of the room, looking for its light switch before it was turned on for you.

Your blood freezes and your heart stops beating as you slowly turn around to find Other Friend, grinning by the door frame.

“Ahh, Sweetheart! It seems like you’ve found the second part of your surprise all on your own! How quaint.”

“Stay back!” You yell at Other Friend, running towards your best friend and shielding him from his transgressor. “Don’t take one step closer!”

“No… run…” Friend croaks but you ignore his weak pleas. You weren’t going run away. Not anymore.

Friend grins wide, eerily so. A malicious aura emanating from him stands by the door, looming above you. His voice, however, is sweet and hypnotic, an attempt to lull you into that false sense of security.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you really protecting that sad excuse for a friend?” His voice is soft, yet condescending. “After all he’s done to you, I thought you’d be rejoicing at this.”

“Well you thought wrong! I would never want this to happen to anyone I care about! If you were my best friend, you’d know that.” You say firmly, glaring at him as you deliver the blow. “But you’re not.”

Other Friend’s face darkens at those words. “You’re right. I’m not your best friend,” Suddenly, he’s right in front of you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up as you thrash against his grasp. He grips your shoulders tightly and brings you close, his black, button eyes piercing yours with an expression of raw obsession. “I’m better.”

He pushes you onto a chair that materializes out of nowhere and you land on the cushions with a groan. The armrests curl around your arms, effectively restraining you to the chair. You growl as you try to pull your arms away with no avail.

Other Friends chuckles deviously as he stalks closer to you. “I know you better than anyone, darling! Did you really think I’d fall for such a simple distraction.” He leans down and grabs your chin with a tight squeeze. “Scheming with the vermin, trying to escape your lover’s grasp? While I expected it, I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt.” His face softens as his hold on your face turns into a soft caress. “However, I’m willing to let this all go… If you agree to stay.”

“You’re crazy! I’m not letting you sow buttons into my eyes!”

Other Friend laughs darkly as he leaves your side, walking towards your real best friend. Your eyes widen and you thrash harder against the hold of the chair as you scream profanities at Other Friend.

Other Friend grabs his doppelgänger’s hair and pulls on it, pressing a pair of sharp scissors against his neck. A startled gasp leaves Friend and you can’t help but tremble in fear at what this monster is capable of. “You should watch your tone, Sweetheart. Lest you’d want his blood to soil the bed we shared last night~”

The remainder stings as tears prick the corner of your eyes. “Don’t… don’t hurt him. Please…” You whimper, afraid for your own best friend’s safety.

“Oh sweetheart, why do you cry? This bastard doesn’t deserve not one tear from your beautiful eyes. He’s getting what he deserves.”

Other Friend turns to Friend, pulling his hair harder, making Friend moan out in pain. “Do you know why I’m here, Friend? It’s because you are a bad friend. You don’t know how to appreciate them the way I do. You cancel plans on them, you barely spend time with them, and worst of all, you neglected their feelings, you oblivious piece of shit. But not me. No. I know how much they’re worth and I made sure to show them every single time you were away~ which was basically all the time!” Other Friend laughs maniacally as he pulls Friend to the floor by his hair; Friend letting out a cry of pain.

The cries from Friend only make your desperation grow as you cry and scream at Other Friend to stop.

“But really, I must thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had this opportunity to meet the love of my life. So thank you for being a horrible friend, because now, I will take your place in their heart.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry…” Friend cries at you, begging for your forgiveness.

It breaks your heart even further. “No! Stop! I’m sorry!” You sniffle. “I’m the one who should have told you how I felt instead of running away from my feelings…” Your breaths come out shaky and uneven as tears keep flowing.

“Oh, how touching.” Other Friend says in a condescending voice. “But this is not the part in the story where you confess your feelings for each other and you run off into the sunset.”

Other Friend grins maniacally as he kneels down on Friend’s back and pulls him by the hair again, pressing the scissors to his throat. “This is the part where I remind you that you’re mine!” He presses the scissors’s tip on Friend’s skin, drawing blood as Friend cries out.

“No! Stop! Please!” You ugly cry, not caring how pathetic you may look as your friend’s life is on the line. You beg and plead in your mind, wanting oh so desperately to protect Friend from him. You think of Scrim and you hope with all of your heart and soul that he’ll appear to help.

As if reading your thoughts, Other Friend grins wickedly. “That vermin didn’t think twice before leaving this realm, right through that door.” He chuckles as you look at the slightly opened door, your heart sinking. “So if you think that help is on the way… Well, you thought wrong.”

“Choose, my dear. Either come live with me willingly and sow buttons into your eyes to spare your pathetic friend… or deny me again and I’ll make sure to end his privileged little life before I take you with me.”

Either way, you know Other Friend would end up killing Friend. There’s no way he’d spare him knowing that you’re in love with him still. He must be the only person in your heart, and he can’t have anyone interfere with that. You must come up with something.

Endings will be posted after the poll ends in the order of the votes~

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Virgil Evans Analysis

Analysis under the cut hehehe

Virgil is definitely one of my favorite yanderes just because of how deep his character is. Something about the mix of trauma and also just pure obsession and desperation go together perfectly. So first off, trauma and this man has been through some shit especially since his trauma is what makes him a yandere.

-Virgil’s Backstory:

First of all, a few days before Virgil’s tenth birthday he had an argument with his father who then had to go and visit his sister whose husband had passed away from another country and went on a plane. There was a malfunction during the flight which sadly killed Thomas. It’s pretty clear that this had a hard impact on Virgil and his childhood considering that he had to go to therapy due to his mom noticing that he coped by playing the games his father had bought him before he died in his alone time. 

In highschool he joined a track team and was the second fastest runner but then later quit since he figured that wasn't what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, his sister Sarah introduced him to theater and all this ends up showing a lot in his yandere behavior but right now we talking about traumatic backstory so shhhhhhh. He started a band with a few of his friends and it was going pretty well for him until one of his band mates started a rumor about him ‘sleeping around’ just because Virgil politely declined their love confession. Virgil got so mad that the bandmate couldn't handle the rejection that bro literally whooped their ass.

During college Virgil spent most of his time hanging out with his younger siblings and helping his mom with the house when she wasn't able to be home. He was doing very well mentally and was even considering getting himself back out there to start dating again. But one day as he sat in his house he started to question the state of his reality, That's when everything around him had started to glitch. Virgil could only watch and cry as he watched his family and everything he thought was home disintegrate and fade away in front of him. 

Leaving only him. All alone. 

-Virgil’s Yandere Behavior:

Oh dear.

Okay but as sweet and fluffy Virgil he is not one to fuck around with. I say this because I have literally asked so many questions, done so much research to say that escaping Virgil might as well be impossible. 

In that case that you do run away Virgil can 1, track you down using technology (Your phone plus other people's devices around you.) 2, will crossdress and mimic a woman's voice using his theatrical talents to gain your trust before revealing his identity and taking you back. Keep in mind that getting caught by Virgil after trying to escape also gets you the bye bye leg movement treatment where he puts you to sleep before paralyzing your legs. Also just running away period is difficult too, mf taking morning jogs and being the second faster runner in track is definitely catching my iron deficient ass.

Also you can’t hide anything from elf boy. I did send an ask because I saw some people trying to trick Virgil by revealing their plan in Spanish but since Spanish is one of the three languages Virgil speaks it didn't work. I tried the same thing but instead I used dutch. But surprise surprise even if you don't speak his languages they still go through his code and translate it for him. Also in Yoshi’s words, “he has your ip, your home address too, your government files say alot about you”. 

Virgil is always watching you. He watches everywhere you go. It doesn't matter if you're in his world or your world he can watch you. I innately thought that he could only do this through devices but no. Devices or not he always finds a way. He can also crawl through devices and you can’t stop him either. (Throw shit at him anyways though.) and this also means he can drag you back to his dimension too. 

Watches you sleep and steals your shit (Clothes) kjasnjkcnask-

He's a fae. That's a danger in itself. He can put curses and hexes on people if they have feelings for MC. But that's usually after he stalks your friend for any information to blackmail them about to get them away from MC. Same thing goes for if say a roommate is hurting MC then he’ll blackmail them to get them away from you but if they don't then he’s not afraid to take matters into his own hands. 

It is also impossible to get away from him by fighting. It’s been talked about a few times but Virgil was in alot of fights during highschool with different types of species so he definitely knows what he's doing when it comes to fighting. Virgil also doesn't feel normal pain like a human, throwback to when a ask stabbed him and he just casually said ow and pulled the knife out. He feels pain but nearly as much as a human does.

Now doing research for this theory and reading through all the WYS posts I found something and I'm shocked how much people forgot about it:

Even after death, he still knows who you are when you are a different identity.

-Overall Analysis: 

Virgil is very patient, calm and gentle with MC but at the same time he’s clearly not one to fuck with. If MC pushes the right buttons it can push him to curse MC and basically ruin their life. But that's extremely rare. He is a fae and despite being gentle and caring he can be dangerous. Whenever he paralyzes MC’s legs he doesn't know what he's done until it's already been done. A trait that is in Virgil whether it be yandere or OG he is always a caretaker, yandere Virgil however tends to have more twisted ways/delusional ways however. But at the same time he does prefer to take the more patient routes and kidnapping MC is a last resort.

Virgil is very family oriented, we can see that from his childhood, how he kept his dads necklace and how he treats his siblings. Virgil misses his family dearly and he’s clearly traumatized from the event. Something I find terrifying is that Virgil doesn't care if MC wants a relationship with him or just wants a roommate type of thing. He just doesn't want to be alone. Don’t leave him alone. You’re the only person that exists besides him. You can’t leave.

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Hide and seek

MDNI ALL CONTENT REGARDING STNAF IS 18+ AND SO IS THIS BLOG

Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn

Pairing: Friend/ AFAB Reader

CW: Sensitive Content, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Obsessive Behavior, Implied Murder, Drugging, Panic Attacks

A/N: The writing process for chapter 7 of the STNAF Coraline AU is coming a bit slower than expected, so here’s some angst while you wait heheh.

Your keys jingle uncontrollably as you try to balance the groceries on one hand while trying to unlock the door. The TV must’ve drowned your knocking and incessant ringing because the babysitter’s presence was nowhere to be found. Once you had managed to find your way to the kitchen and place the bags on the counter, you walk towards the living room; only to find it empty. And a mess.

You roll your eyes at this as you pick up the remote and turn it off. “Kids, how many times have I told you to turn off the electronics when you’re not using them?” You yell as you tidy up around the living room, picking up decor items that were scattered along the floor.

“Did you kids wrestle each other again? I told you to be careful when you play fight!” You sigh and make your way upstairs. To your surprise, your sons were already tucked in and sleeping soundly.

You chuckle and gently close the door. You were thinking about giving the babysitter an earful but they seemed to perform a miracle if they managed to get your kids to bed in time.

Speaking of which, where is the babysitter? You look in the other rooms upstairs, calling out to them. Weird. If they left, they would have given you a call.

Just when you were about to call them, you hear the TV downstairs turn on again. You sigh, feeling as if someone was playing with you like a puppet as you make your way downstairs.

“Hey, I was just about to call you. Thank you for getting the boys to bed early. It’s always a struggle for me so I’m willing to forget about the mess—“

The rest of the words die in your throat as your gaze lands on the person sitting on the couch. The one person you least expected to appear, sitting nonchalantly as you stared at them paralyzed in fear.

Friend smiles sweetly at you, taking the remote control and lowering the volume. His signature blonde hair on full display, however, he’s changed— grown. His muscles flex with every movement and he sports a trimmed beard, all adding to his mature look. His voice got slightly deeper as well.

“I’m glad! We just tussled around in the living room for a while until they were all out of energy. Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t expecting you to arrive so soon.”

You could hear Friend talking but his words were partly drowned by a ringing in your ears. Your hands trembled as your breathing grew ragged. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t hear. You were back in that basement, an IV strapped to your arm as you remember your slow and steady descent into madness— convinced that you loved the man that is standing now in front of you.

“Sweetheart, baby, you need to breathe. Breathe for me, come on…” He says in a sickeningly concerned voice. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t afford to pass out, not when your children are upstairs, unaware of the person who is in their home.

Oh god, he was playing with them… how long has he been here? Where’s the babysitter??

“Baby, no, come on. Stay with me.”

“Stay with me, please.” He whimpers. “I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart…”

Flashbacks infiltrate your mind and you can feel yourself falling into that same place you had worked so hard to crawl out of. You push Friend away and glare at him, tears brimming the corner of your eyes. You pant heavily.

“Stay away from me…” you whisper at him, your voice filled with such rage it genuinely took Friend aback. “Stay away from them…”

Friend recovers and smiles softly at you, as if you hadn’t basically sent him to hell with your expression. “You know I can’t do that baby…” He murmurs softly, slowly reaching out his hand to caress your cheek.

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, doing your best to ignore his gentle touch and gaze— the ones he weaponized to keep you isolated with no one to rely on except him.

You look at him again to see him staring at you you with such an affectionate expression, tears brimming his eyes as he gazes at you. It almost makes you waver.

“I have sons…” he murmurs with the softest most proud voice ever. “You gave me children…” Friend’s voice trembles at the end of the sentence, but he smiles in awe of you.

He reaches out hold your hands and you don’t react, staying silent. “I’m sorry…” he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them gently. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you… but I’m here now.” He gives you the widest of smiles. His expression, albeit more mature, still holds that same obsession from years ago. “We can be a family again. You, me, and the triplets.”

You let your tears fall freely as you shake your head, sniffling. “We can’t…”

“Shhh…” Friend slowly wraps his arms around you and embraces you. You begin to sob, trembling in his embrace. “We can and we will…” He rubs your back soothingly as you sob harder from his words. “I searched high and low for you, baby… I haven’t slept in six years.” His embrace becomes tighter, constricting. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” He whispers deep and firm, his possessiveness creeping in through his voice.

“No no no no…” You cry out, squirming in his grasp with no hope to escape. He’s gotten bigger, stronger.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry. You know this is what’s best for us. Think of the children. Do you really want them to grow up without a father?”

You shake your head, your eyes closed shut as you do your best to drown out his manipulative words. You know what’s best for your children. You’ve done what’s best for them.

“I did think of them… why do you think I escaped?”

Friend tenses for a moment, his expression hard. It quickly melts into the affectionate smile he usually had with you and only you.

“A momentary lapse of judgment on my part. I should have done better to show you how much I love you.” His hold on you tightens. “I should have kept you in the basement.”

“No, Friend please…” You whimper, crying on his shoulder. You can’t. You can’t go back there. You can’t let your children grow up in this environment, thinking that whatever twisted love Friend felt for you was healthy.

“It’s okay, baby… I’ve already taken care of everything.” He coos softly. “Let me take care of the four of you now…”

His words are like molasses as they stick to your mind and infiltrate your senses. You’re reminded of the way he “takes care” of things and you remember the disappearing babysitter— along with the disappearance of your closest friends and colleagues in the past. Flashbacks of your descent into madness flood back and you thrash against him. Your cries turning into screaming.

Friend sighs and takes out something from his pocket. “I didn’t want to do this…” Suddenly, you feel a prick on your arm and slowly everything begins to swirl into darkness.

“Nooo…” You whimper softly, your eyes half lidded.

“Shhh… just sleep. When you wake up, these past six years would have felt like a bad dream~”

You can only hope these past few minutes were the bad dream as you slowly fall unconscious in your best friend’s arms.

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Happy Halloween 🎃

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STNAF Coraline AU ch. 6

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Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Chapter 6 Ch.7

A/N: Sorry for the late update, but here’s the next chapter as promised! The fic is nearing its end, but it will have different endings depending on who you choose to end up with! So there’s still more in store, make sure to stay tuned~

Chapter 6

You wake up when you hear some shifting and soft meows around you. You sit up, yawning and stretching. Once you rub your eyes you noticed that you’re in the presence of two of Other Friend’s cats looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes widen once you remember what had happened a while ago on that very same bed and you look down at yourself, attempting to cover yourself. To your surprise, a robe already covered your half naked body and you silently thank Other Friend in your mind.

Speaking of, where’d he go? You frown slightly until one of the cats gently nudge your hand. You look over at it and it presents you with an envelope. You take it gently and open it to read it’s contents:

My dearest Sweetheart,

I hope you slept well~ I’ll admit, after last night, I couldn’t sleep a wink knowing that such a beautiful deity such as yourself felt safe enough to not only share their body with me, but sleep soundly in my arms as well~

As a thank you for coming into my life, I want to finally share that surprise that I was so secretive about. Once you feel comfortable, feel free to come to the dining room.

P.S. I left a little present in the bathroom for you to wear for this evening~ Sorry not sorry for ruining your old clothes. :)

Love, Friend~

A smile curled up on your lips as you read the note. With a spring to your step, you take a shower and make yourself look presentable. You peer down at your clothes, decorated as if you were wearing the very night sky on your body. Other Friend was extremely talented. You wanted to thank him personally, and to be honest, you were excited to see him again after the night you spent together.

You make your way down the stairs and into the dining room where Other Friend was preparing something very delicious from what you could tell from the smell. He turns around and gives you an affectionate smile, his cheeks rosy as he gazes at your figure wrapped in his latest clothing that he made just for you.

“Sweetheart, you look like a dream~” He says, his voice soft and tender.

You blush and smile brightly at him. “Thank you. I have you to thank for that, these clothes really fit me like a glove.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I did nothing of the sort. You were already stunning, with or without these clothes.” He smirks as he makes his way towards you, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he gives you a mischievous grin. “Especially without~”

You blush and roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah yeah…” You look over his shoulder, your gaze landing on the stove. “So what’s for dinner?”

He chuckles and guides you to sit down as he finishes up in the kitchen and serves you your ultimate favorite food. You thank him and devour it with the upmost enjoyment. He stares at you lovingly as you eat the food he prepared for you, his hand on his chin as he leans forward on the table.

You notice him staring at you and blush with embarrassment. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about how I wouldn’t mind doing this every day~” Friend utters dreamily.

You give him a soft smile. “Really?”

“Yes. I think… you’re ready for the first part of my surprise.”

You squirm excitedly in your seat as you see Other Friend push a small box in front of you, gesturing for you to open it.

Your excitement turns into confusion as you stare at the contents inside the box.

“Buttons and… thread?” You glance up at Other Friend, hoping he’ll explain.

He grins widely and clasps your hands in his gently, clearly ecstatic about this which you clearly don’t understand. “Yes! But not just that, this is how we can remain together~”

Your eyes fall back onto the buttons inside the box; buttons that seem eerily similar to those that Other Friend wore on his face…

You gaze back into Other Friend’s eyes as they gaze at you lovingly. However, you only felt the coldness of your blood rushing through your body as you realize what he’s implying.

“Y-… You want to sow buttons into my eyes…?” You ask cautiously, your throat suddenly dry.

His face brightens further and you can’t help but to feel slightly sick as you gaze at him. “You’re so smart, sweetheart! I knew you’d piece it together!”

“Uhh…” You look away, your breathing growing shallow.

As if broken out of a haze, you come to realize that all you’ve been doing up to now has been… real.

Which means…

You gaze up at Other Friend that still gazes at you fondly and you hear the voice of Scrim in the back of your mind acting like your conscious.

Forget about the mechanics about how in the world this is even possible. You have garnered the attention of someone that clearly isn’t human. And you suddenly get the feeling that whatever this Other Friend is, he has no intention of letting you go.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? I know this is a lot to take in at once, but this would be great for the both of us! You’ll see, I’ll take great care of you~” His grin widens to a scary degree and you can’t help but feel your stomach drop as all of the danger signals are ringing in your head.

Deep breaths. Stay calm, you can do this.

You gaze at Other Friend and reciprocate his smile. “Thank you, Friend. Can you give me some time to think about it? I just… want to be sure.”

His gaze softens and he nods. He bought it. “Of course, my love. Anything for you. I know it seems scary, but I want you to be comfortable, okay?”

You nod with a smile, hoping it was convincing enough.

Apparently it was, as Other Friend went to take care of something while you took a breather outside on the front porch.

Your knees almost collapse as you feel the world around you become blurry and distorted. You couldn’t tell what was real anymore, but you could feel a chill go through your body as a small breeze brushes against the warm tears freshly fallen on your face. You attempt to wipe them away, but the tears are never ending. In the middle of your breakdown, you hear a soft meow comfort you out of it.

You look down at your feet and almost scream from joy. “It’s you… Scrim.”

He bows his head in acknowledgment. “It is I.” He stares at you a few moments in silence before uttering his next words with sympathy. “You have seen the truth.”

You nod and sniffle, composing yourself. You look around at the perimeter of the Pink Palace, and the more you focus, the more everything begins to distort as if it’s all a mirage. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“No, it is not.”

You take a sharp breath. “What is this place?”

“It is what he wants it to be.” Scrim stretches his limbs and leans closer to you.

You chuckle and with its permission, you scratch it behind its ear. “Cryptic.”

He huffs and pulls away, looking at you once again. “Think, human. This place is besides your world. What do you think it is?”

Once you think it over, your voice shakes as you utter your response. “…it’s a cage.”

“A pretty one indeed.”

“He wants to sow buttons into my eyes. He… He wants to keep me here…But why?”

“Look around you, human. Everything is made by him. Except you.”

“And you.”

He nods his head in affirmation. “Yes, but this cage wasn’t meant for me. It was meant to keep the one he loves most inside”

You gaze out into the starry night sky, not knowing how to feel. You start wondering what would happen if you were to just walk away from here… would you be able to escape? “…am I really trapped?”

Scrim stretches its limbs. “No. However, your mind and heart is weak. You’ve become dependent on him. And you can’t escape unless you truly break free. Mentally and emotionally.”

You ponder on his words in silence, feeling a sort of shame for falling for his charms and being swayed by his words so easily. Your thoughts lead to the friends you’ve left behind, who must be worried sick about your whereabouts. You were so engulfed in how you felt that you never thought about how your actions affected the people who care about you.

You purse your lips as you ponder on what to do next. Scrim senses your internal turmoil and calls out to you. “Follow me. You must see the who he truly is.”

You follow Scrim as it takes you behind the Pink Palace. It swiftly makes its way to the top and you try to keep up, slowly scaling the wooden planks nailed to the outside walls of the structure. You manage to catch your breath once you join Scrim on the roof.

“Remind me why we couldn’t have taken the stairs?” You pant.

“We mustn’t alert his presence. Not until you see what he’s truly capable of.” Scrim says in a stern voice, gesturing for you to look through the window.

You turn your head, you peer inside the dark room, waiting for your eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness. Once you do, a scream almost bursts through your lips. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you gaze at the horrific scene before you.

It was Friend, your true friend, bloody and battered on the floor, his body trembling as he took in shallow breaths. Tears stream down your cheeks once you see Other Friend standing above him with a malicious grin.

You quickly cower away from the window, afraid of being caught. You stifle your cries and try to calm yourself down. Scrim looks at you with pity and nuzzles his head against your leg in an attempt to comfort you, which brings you back to reality.

“Scrim, what do I do?” You whisper, your voice trembling. “Oh god, I’m so stupid… I can’t believe I let this happen…”

“It is not your fault, human. It was his plan from the beginning. To lull you into a false sense of comfort and to remove the people you care for the most. That way, you would only rely on him.”

A surge of rage rushed within you and you felt a newfound sense of determination. You had to rescue your best friend. No matter what it takes.

Chapter 7

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