#I don’t know how scary this really is but it was fun!

[pontmercysamis]

unpopular interpretation? regarding bway vs west end gabe goodman.

okay, im seeing a lot of posts comparing aaron tveit and jack wolfe as gabe, and the differences in their portrayals. a lot of people are chalking it up to jacks being more of a sad ghost, and aaron’s more of a malicious manifestation, which i don’t disagree with! however, i have always regarded gabe in both lenses since i first heard the show, so it was suprising to me that this was the interpretation. instead, i thought it had to do more with how times have changed since 2008 regarding male main characters. more under cut.

because next to normal takes place in the “modern day” i don’t think most of us think of it as a dated show, but visually, it most certainly is. in the original production, gabe spends most of the show in those y2k cross shirts, diana is almost entirely in skirts and tights, natalie is DEFINITELY a by-product of the “not like other girls” era (i can make a post on this, too)

but we know the relationship between diana and gabe is played some what as oedipal, because he’s an extension of herself. gabe is like the first victim of the draco malfoy affect. he’s evil? …but he’s hot! that’s why he pole dances!

in 2008, every love interest in a rom com was six feet tall, absolutely jacked, and possessive? this is the era of chad michael murray and singing at girls. this is the era of rom coms where every couple should’ve been in therapy. because we’ll never know what gave really would have looked like, he gets to be perfect! and possesive! and on the football team! because this was what was considered hot in 2008. it’s why aaron is in his boxers.

in 2025, the family dynamic is much more relaxed. diana wears jeans, because she’s a millennial and a mom and that makes sense. natalie gets to have fun outfits, because her wearing tights has nothing to do with how smart she is. but gabe? we don’t find men pushing you around hot anymore, thank god. so what is? the white boy of the month!! gabe isn’t possesive because that would scare the audience. there’s a world, for one, would become so much scarier. instead, he’s the white boy with the curly hair and the grandpa sweaters, perfectly engineered for the fangirls to make uwu edits about him, as they already are!

in order to understand diana’s grief and depression, one has to understand why gabe is compelling. why would we want to feel sympathy, want to root for him? and the quickest subconscious way to do that is visually. in 2008, it’s aaron with no clothes on. in 2025, it’s jack and the close ups on his eyes. and yet, they both manage to do the opposite as well. jack is genuinely scary to dan in im alive and i am the one. aaron is soft to diana in i dreamed a dance/there’s a world. it’s both at the same time, and two amazing performances!!

in this house, we love gabe goodman, for all the weird and fucked up that he is.

[deezee112]

The ending 2 : The Broken Jester

Masterlist | Ending 1 | Ending 3

Yandere!Platonic!Ace Trappola x GN!kid!Reader

A/N : I just wanted to say that the ending where no one dies isn't all that exciting, but from the looks of it, I might end up doing it soon anyway.

Warning : Emotional Manipulation , Obsessive Behavior , Panic Attack and Overreaction , Implied Childhood Neglect

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@sherryclover @creativecupcake @hsjdhehsjssj @neufora

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English is not my first language.

" My name is Ace. " he said, flashing a grin that seemed to light up the room.

You stared at him, still clutching the edge of your blanket, unsure whether to smile back or keep hiding.

He didn’t seem to mind your hesitation. In fact, he leaned a little closer, winking like he had just shared a secret.

“ You know, like an ace in a deck of cards? The best one. Or…the worst one, depending on how you use it. ” His laughter was light, carefree, and you felt a small, nervous smile tug at your lips.

“ Ace… ” you whispered, testing the name on your tongue.

“ Yep! So, little buddy, wanna know something fun? ” he asked, dropping to a crouch beside your bed. His expression was bright, mischievous. “ If you ever get bored, just say the word, and I’ll teach you the coolest card tricks. The ones that make all the losers go ‘Whoa, how did you do that?!’ ”

He seemed so different nothing like the other adults you knew. Loud, but not in a scary way. Pushy, but somehow…fun.

And so your life with Ace began. It was never boring. He was always there, always grinning, always full of ideas.

“ C’mon, y/n! Let’s have ice cream for breakfast! ”

“ Can’t do your math homework? Just skip it! Or better yet, let’s cheat— ”

“ Oh, you’re still stuck? Don’t worry, little genius, Ace will save you! ”

He taught you card tricks, jokes that made you giggle, silly pranks you tried ( and failed ) on your parents. He turned your quiet, lonely world into a whirlwind of noise and laughter.

But the laughter wasn’t always gentle.

“ Wow, y/n, you messed up again? You’re like a magnet for trouble, huh? ”

“ You really think you’ll be good at that? Oh, please! ”

“ Don’t be so boring, crybaby. Can’t take a joke? ”

Sometimes his words were too sharp, like the edge of a playing card slicing your fingers. You laughed at first, tried to play along. You told yourself it was just his way of being funny.

But over time, the laughs hurt a little more.

You tried telling him once. “ Ace, that’s mean… ”

“ Mean? C’mon, don’t be a baby, y/n. It’s just a joke! ” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

But it didn’t feel like a joke.

Your parents didn’t help. When you told them, they brushed it off, smiling. “ It’s good you have someone who keeps you company. ” they said. “ You’re lucky. ”

Lucky?

Was this what being lucky felt like?

The only thing Ace ever took seriously was knives.

You didn’t understand it at first. Every time you reached for one, he seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“ Whoa, whoa! What do you think you’re doing? ” He’d grab the knife from your hand, his grin fading for a second.

“ I was just trying to cut the apples— ”

“ Nope! No knives for you, little troublemaker. ” he’d say, trying to laugh it off. But his eyes stayed sharp, his hand gripping the knife a little too tight.

At first, you thought he was just playing, like everything else he did. But over time, you noticed how his smile wavered, how his fingers shook ever so slightly when he put the knife away.

“ You’re too clumsy for this stuff, y/n. Don’t even try. ” he’d insist, but his voice would be softer, almost pleading.

So you stopped trying. You let him handle the cooking, the cutting, the dangerous things.

But then, one day, it happened.

You were in the kitchen, trying to help prepare lunch. Ace wasn’t around probably off playing one of his silly games again. You grabbed a small paring knife, careful, just like you’d seen him do.

But it slipped.

The sharp edge caught your palm, a thin, stinging line of red blooming on your skin.

You hissed in pain, but it wasn’t terrible. You grabbed a tissue, pressing it against the wound. It was just a scratch. Nothing big. Nothing to panic over.

But then you heard the door open.

“ y/n, I got this super cool— ” Ace’s voice cut off.

He saw the knife on the floor, the red stain on the tissue in your hand.

For a moment, he didn’t breathe.

Then he was in front of you, gripping your shoulders, his face pale. “ What—what happened? Are you hurt? Did you—? Did it—? ”

“ It’s nothing.. ” you tried to say, but your voice was too soft. “ It’s just a scratch— ”

“ Scratch? ” His voice was loud, too loud. “ No, no, no! This is why I told you—this is why you never— ” His hands were shaking now, his eyes wide, frantic.

“ I’m fine, Ace! ” you insisted, but he wasn’t listening.

“ No!! you’re not—let me see, let me— ” He pulled the tissue away, staring at the thin line of blood like it was a fatal wound. His breathing grew faster, and his grip on your arm tightened.

“ It’s not bad— ” you tried to pull away, but his fingers only dug in harder.

“ Ace, you’re hurting me— ”

“ I’m not—! I just— ” His voice was breaking, panic and something else twisting his words. “ Why? Why didn’t you listen? Why didn’t you wait for me? ”

“ I’m not a baby! ” you cried, fear lacing your voice now. “ I can do things myself! ”

“ No, you can’t! ” he yelled, and suddenly, his voice broke completely. “ You can’t—because what if—what if I lose you—what if you— ”

Then the world spun.

You backed up, your heel catching the edge of the chair leg. You stumbled, fell backward, and the chair crashed down with you. Pain flared in your side, but you barely noticed.

Because Ace screamed.

“ No—No! y/n! ” He was kneeling beside you, his hands hovering over you like he didn’t know where to touch. “ Did it hurt? Is it broken? Your head—your— ”

“ Ace, stop! ” you shouted, trying to sit up. “ I’m fine! I’m fine! ”

But he wasn’t fine.

Tears were streaming down his face, his expression twisted in horror. “ I didn’t mean to—I never meant to—I can’t— ”

You tried to reach for him, but he grabbed your hand, clinging to it like a lifeline.

“ I’m sorry—I’m sorry—don’t leave—please don’t— ”

Your parents’ footsteps thundered down the stairs.

“ Ace, what on earth are you doing? ” your father’s voice snapped, annoyed.

“ She’s hurt—she’s hurt because of me—I’m so— ”

“ She’s fine. Get out of the way. ”

But Ace didn’t let go, crying harder, his grip hurting your hand.

“ Get out! ” your father snapped, grabbing Ace’s shoulder and dragging him out of the room.

Ace didn’t fight. He didn’t even look up. He just kept crying, his voice breaking, whispering the same words over and over.

“ I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’m sorry… ”

And for the first time, you felt something heavy in your chest. Not fear, not pain but a cold, aching sadness.

Why did it feel like he was the one who was hurt?

[unsuperingyournatural]

endure and survive

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

masterlist

The glow of the TV flickers across the living room walls, casting shadows over the half-empty popcorn bowl and the two glasses of wine resting on the coffee table. You’re curled up at one end of the couch, legs tucked under a throw blanket, PlayStation controller in hand. Pedro is sprawled on the other end, socked feet up, arms folded behind his head, watching you with that amused glint that means he’s enjoying this far more than he’s letting on.

This all started because of an interview.

He’d mentioned—very casually, very Pedro—that his nephews had once tried to teach him to play the game. The real Last of Us. And he couldn’t figure out the remote, not for the life of him. The interviewer laughed. So did you.

Later, you’d teased him about it. Gently. “C'mon, Joel. You mean to tell me you got outsmarted by a controller?” He’d been mock-offended, which of course only made you worse. One thing led to another. A few playful jabs, a mock-challenge, and now here you were—deep into the level he couldn’t finish, finishing it for him.

Your tongue peeks out slightly between your teeth as you creep Joel past another clicker. One wrong move and you know you're toast.

“Why is stealth so stressful?” you mutter, thumb twitching the joystick just enough to edge past the next overturned bookcase.

Pedro shifts beside you, biting back a smirk. “Because you keep crouching into walls.”

“I’m sneaking,” you hiss, eyes locked on the screen. “Do you wanna do this?”

“Nope,” he says, too fast. “You saw me try. I got Joel stuck spinning in a circle for, like, five minutes.”

You snort. “You blamed the controller. Again.”

“Because it’s a spaceship. There’s like... what? Eight buttons? You need a damn map to figure out how to crouch.”

You pause the game just long enough to throw a look at him over your shoulder. “I figured it out.”

Pedro’s eyes narrow, mock-wounded. “That’s hurtful.”

“You should be hurt. This is embarrassing. You are Joel.”

“I was Joel. That doesn’t mean I have superpowers.”

“Pretty sure even Joel could figure out L3.”

He chuckles, but there’s something proud in the way he watches you unpause the game, eyes narrowing in focus as you slip Joel around a rusted-out truck and silently take down a raider. You don’t notice it, but his gaze lingers—on the way you lean into the screen, on your concentration, the way your knuckles flex around the controller.

“You’re kinda scary when you game,” he says eventually.

“Good,” you reply. “Maybe now you’ll stop making fun of my aim.”

“I’m not making fun,” he says, lifting his hands. “I’m appreciating your journey.”

You side-eye him. “You sound like a guidance counselor.”

“I’m very supportive.”

“Liar.”

He smiles wide. “Okay, maybe a little. But you’re actually good at this.”

There’s something sincere under the teasing, and you feel it settle in low and warm.

“You wanna play now?” you offer after a beat, nudging the controller toward him.

Pedro holds up his hands like you’re offering him a grenade. “Oh no. That child deserves to live.”

You snort and turn back to the game, grinning as you lead Ellie down a new hallway.

“You know,” Pedro says after a few minutes, watching you line up a headshot with alarming precision, “I don’t know whether to be impressed or slightly terrified right now.”

You don’t look away from the screen. “Pick one. You can’t have both.”

“Oh, it’s both,” he says, eyes wide. “I’m over here wondering if I’ve ever accidentally pissed you off.”

“You have,” you say flatly, just as the clicker goes down with a satisfying crunch.

Pedro laughs, full-bodied, and tosses a pillow in your direction. It hits your shoulder and bounces harmlessly to the floor.

You glance over at him with exaggerated calm. “Really?”

“I panicked.”

“You should. I’m Joel now.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, smiling like you just made his whole night. “Okay, okay. You win.”

You smirk, unpausing the game. “I know.”

The level ends a few minutes later, and the screen fades to black for a loading screen. The room goes quiet again, filled only with the hum of the console and the soft hiss of the HVAC kicking on. You set the controller aside, stretch your arms over your head, and let yourself relax into the couch cushion.

Pedro shifts closer, legs brushing yours under the blanket. He doesn’t say anything—just slides an arm behind your back and lets his hand settle at your shoulder.

“That was actually fun,” you murmur.

“Even with all the bullying?” he teases, voice softer now.

“Especially with all the bullying.”

He smiles, lets his head tip back against the couch, and turns to look at you. “Thanks for playing.”

You roll your eyes. “You make it sound like we just finished tennis.”

“I’m being sincere,” he says, bumping your knee with his. “Let me be sincere.”

You nudge him back with a small grin. “Fine.”

The TV screen shifts into idle mode, the soft blue glow reflecting off both your faces. Pedro doesn’t move, and neither do you. You just lean into his side, letting the quiet wrap around the two of you like a second blanket.

And after a moment, Pedro murmurs, “Still think I could’ve pulled off a headshot?”

You stifle a laugh. “Not even a little.”

He sighs dramatically. “You wound me.”

“You’ll live,” you whisper, and rest your head on his shoulder.

[lonewolflupe]

I stumbled upon this during work but wanted to take the time for a proper reply, so now that I’m home and sat myself down behind my laptop, fasten your seatbelt because here I go (:

First of all, and I need you to listen carefully because this is very important: Tumblr needs the enjoyers. Because there’s nothing more encouraging to creators than reblogs and comments. Whether it’s a small novel, some tags, a keyboard smash (like aldfjadlkfjasdklfjdskalfjsadklf) or simply some heart emojis or reaction images to tell a creator how much you love their content, this is what keeps us going. This is what feeds our motivation to keep on creating, to come up with new content, because we know there’s a hungry crowd out there (even if it’s always the same 2 or 3 people), ready to devour your content.

BUT 

You can be both an enjoyer AND a creator <3

And this reply is not about me but I’d like to use myself as an example here to give you the courage you need to start becoming a contributor, hopefully, and only if you want to of course (because no pressure!!). But I’ve always been a bit of a loner, never really fitting in anywhere. I haven’t really felt at home somewhere until I stumbled into the Tumblr clone community, and now I don’t want to return to any prior or new hyperfixation ever again, between us. This place is wild, it’s unhinged, and people go feral over either very mundane things or the weirdest kark you’ve ever seen/heard. But I’ve never felt more welcome in any community.

And to be honest, it took me about 10 weeks after creating my Tumblr account before I found the courage to start interacting at all, but boy am I glad I did. Most people here are really nice, and of course everyone has their favourites and niches, but you’ll find the place where you belong. I only played the Republic Commando game for the first time ever last month (damn was it April?!? Feels like the brainrot has been there for much longer, what), and yes it’s a niche, but the other Tumblr RepComm simps have been nothing but kind and encouraging to me (and hyping me up to create even more content, haha, thanks vode).

Last thing about my own experience I’d like to share is that a year ago, I didn’t even draw humans. I think I had just started writing fanfiction? I’ve enjoyed drawing my whole life but always tried to evade drawing humans, because I just couldn’t? But I started drawing clones and my Jedi OC after joining Tumblr and I think I’m allowed to say I’ve grown so much over the months. So I’d like to say: just go for it. If you want to create, go create. Maybe it isn’t great at first, but that’s okay. You have to start somewhere! And if it’s something you enjoy, you’ll keep doing it, and you’ll keep getting better and better.

And it will be daunting to share stuff, I know it is, but we’ve all been there. We all started somewhere. And to be fair, I still find it scary to share some content I create, and I know artists/writers way way more skilled than I am still find this scary too, sometimes. We’re only human. But most important is to enjoy the process, to have fun whilst creating. You’re doing this for yourself in the first place!

And I don't know if I even have any impact in this community; we’re all just part of the big (Republic) cog. But there will always be people out there who’ll like your content, who’ll encourage you to keep going, and you’ll gain a bit of confidence every time you share something new.

Whoops, very long story short: please go share your Deltas and your squad. Post your art, post your fics, share your headcanons. Enjoy your journey, notice your progress, make friends!! This space is wild, but it’s our Wild Space, and we’re here to encourage everyone with a love for clones. No, you’re not too ‘new’ to start sharing content. Today’s the day to start showing us what you’ve got! And remember to have funnnnnnn <3

Did you ever feel to "new" in a fandom to produce content? People have created so much fanon and hc stuff and I'm sitting here and thinking "oh, well, people will hate the way I see a character". I love the Deltas. But I'm not sure someone will like my Deltas. Also I have created my own squad and I don't know if anyone would like them. Everyone is writing and drawing so much amazing stuff...

[attemptinghaikyuu]

Tell me it’s a Nightmare

A/n: I decided to give a bad dream I had to one of my favs, and this is now basically a horror movie. I’m sorry Goshiki <3

*G/n reader x Goshiki Tsutomu

He’s sweating and shaking. Feeling like there was a word on the tip of his tongue, except the word was one he’d never heard before.

Goshiki was wound up tight as a wire, sitting in a dark, warm space in the aftermath of a bad dream.

His breathes are heavy and his eyes can’t make anything out yet.

“I had a dream last night,” he startles, looking over to you. You’re also awake, earlier than either of you ever willingly get up.

He clenches his fists, gripping the bed sheets on his lap tightly.

His reply is shaky, but tinged with a laugh. Trying to lighten the mood.

“Really? Me too..”

In his dream there was a desperation he wasn’t sure he’d felt in such intensity before. Tsutomu knew he was desperate as far as people could be. Desperate for approval, and love. For a lot of things.

This desperation was like a bottomless pit though. It was him, except hungrier.

He had needed to go into the forest he saw over and over last night.

He watches you plop your head against a pillow, his breathes still shallower than what was normal.

“What was your dream about?” You ask quietly, eyes shining in the dark. Attention all on him.

He gulped, remembering.

The forest. The fenced off monstrosity he shouldn’t have wanted. His answer is so close to coming out but, he stops himself and says instead,

“You go first,” he moves his hand to your shoulder, hands shaky and tries rubbing your arm as softly and smoothly as his nerves will allow. “What did you dream about?”

The forest had been closed off. He recalled the shine of the fence, as he looked at your eyes in the dark. Still too dark to see much else. A wealthy company the owners of the land. It had pristine metal fencing that was six feet tall and easy to see through.

Yet the inside of that place was not what it seemed.

“I dreamed about us.”

He turned his attention back to you. He had let his mind take him back to that place.

“Us?” He asked, confused.

You gave a crooked smile. The fence was crooked and should’ve just been preventing people from vandalism or something. Why was it so much worse inside? Why didn’t it show anything from the outside?

“You were kinda frantic,” and your smile changed to one that showed you were confused by the dream like him.

“And you kept running back into me before running away again, and then you relaxed at the end. After like, three hours.”

You looked embarrassed now.

“It was a little weird.”

“That sounds weird,” he raised an eyebrow at you. Hands no longer shaking, he moved his hand to your cheek and pulled you close for a kiss on the forehead. “What was up with your dream me?”

“Did he not realize the love of his life was probably worried about him?” He jokingly adds.

You lean into his hand, still cradling part of your face. “Yeah, I guess he didn’t realize that..”

Your eyes slide down, and he watches as you think.

His mind wanders again.

Goshiki couldn’t stop his eyes from following it. Walking by with no destination and no reason for the path he took always being by the fence. The feeling of being out of reach of the forests shadows left an odd prickling throughout his body, and it wasn’t something he could ignore.

The fence wasn’t hard to bypass.

Or he doesn’t think it was? He has the strange revelation that he doesn’t have any memory of getting through. Just his decision to go in finally. And then he was.

He was on the other side under a red light. When he looked up through too still branches and a suffocatingly stiffness, it was the moons light shining that crimson color.

It’d immediately felt like a betrayal. It was like he had been walking confidently forward, and taken a step down without expecting it.

Humiliation accompanied him as he looked around himself.

The company that owned the plot in his dream hadn’t used the forest for development and they’re hadn’t been plans for eventual construction. The fence, the unseen company behind it, they didn’t turn it into a park, they didn’t do anything besides keep people out with the fence.

“I don’t remember how I got in,” He murmurs softly, expecting you to look up. Hoping for some kind of question so he can give an explanation.

He could probably fumble through explaining if you asked it of him.

You’re still thinking though.

He sighs and brushes a bit of hair away from your face.

Besides how he got in, he can think back to everything else in a burning clarity.

Goshiki was scared almost the moment he was inside. But that fear was an iceberg. Only the tip was there when he began to walk slowly forward on a well trodden path. It felt like every time he moved his eyes, there was something new that was wrong. Moving his eyes off of the space ahead of him, he always felt the shivers of movement to the side and behind.

The tree tops were twisted, and the bark of the trees had jagged, protrusions. He eventually looked at them when a luminous patch of the red moon made it all the way down to where he could see. The pricks coming out of the trees were just nails. Nails he was thinking might be red from something other than the moon.

He had truly started to panic after that. He had been wrong about wanting to be in here.

“Please! Ple- please someone help!”

His words were just barely above a whisper.

Goshiki would admit it! He was wrong for wanting this! Whatever this was, it was all twisted!

He’d admit he was wrong to Tendou Satori if it meant getting out of this place! To Shirabu! To Ushijima… well he’d ask Ushijima for guidance he thinks.

It was the fear of being heard by the thing that slinked out of his eyes reach, that kept him from shouting that all out loud. His whisper had taken his strength. His voice was near useless.

Blindly grasping at straws, he decided to sprint along the path as fast as he could so he could get to the end. He’d get out of here! He’d find the end of this forest as quickly as possible.

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out blindly, hazardously and was shocked when he grasped in front of himself, and met with a tree protruding in the middle of the path. It was three steps ahead from where he’d decided to run.

——

“Darling,”

He jolted out of his nightmare’s grasps once again. Goshiki says your name in a stammer, before asking, “w- what?”

His heart was hammering again with your eyes staring up at him. The only thing he can make out in the dark of the room.

He tells himself to breathe. To remember he’s safe, no blood dripping from his hands. Nothing as strange as nails from trees are real.

No path he’s forced off of when trees with nails begin to grow in his way.

It’s just you.

He needs to remember that…

He’s says your name like he normally does, taking in another deep breath. He says it reverently.

You’re staring unblinking before,

“You started breathing hard there. Are you alright?”

Goshiki loves how caring you are. People who’s hearts soaked into their words had always been comforting to him. He couldn’t always tell what people meant with their sentences and phrases unless they were like you.

Full of genuine concern.

Hidden jabs catching on a second later then they should, leaving him red and embarrassed were one of his least favorite things. He’s happy to have someone like you who always makes him feel relaxed, and like he doesn’t have to try so hard to understand things perfectly.

“I’m okay, sorry for distracting you.”

“Distracting me?” You ask with a tilted head.

“Yeah, you were thinking,” Goshiki finally puts his head back down on the pillows beneath him, but only after he’s close enough to where your foreheads are nearly touching. He’s pretty sure he catches a little smile from you as he lays.

“About your dream?” He ventures.

There’s a frown on your face at that.

And it only takes a second to catch something in your eye. Something that sends him straight back down his path.

His hand was off the branch in an instant. Blood was running down, from his hand to his arm. Tilting the bleeding appendage down, the blood oozing out hit the strange path he was on. Red reflecting red.

The tree had nails coming out of it.

Goshiki didn’t mean thorns, he meant honest to god metal nails. His dream had been full of the jagged things.

It was strange, and it left him queasy and bloodied.

It was also a dream, so why did it hurt? Was fake pain supposed to dig that deep?

Goshiki, when he had been in his dream, turned in a circle, staring, trying to understand. They all had them—real nails—sticking out of trees with that fence as a backdrop.

A fence he couldn’t get to without going off of the path.

He had to go down The path, it went upwards, blocked by tree after tree, going steeper and further into the forest, and while the moon was with him then, it would disappear if he tried to skirt the near completely blocked path. The path, if he went that way the dark would devour him. His foot trembled off of the trail regardless.

It was silly, because he knew in the dream that it wasn’t the trees that really scared him. It’s what was going to happen if he went off that path and met what was trembling and always out of view.

Your eyes seemed so bright staring at him right now. The bed you shared was warm. Hot.

The sheets tight around him.

Or was that his breathing making them feel that way? You were staring so intently, so earnestly watching him that he tried to keep himself together while he fell apart in your shared space.

It was so hot and your eyes made it so hard to want to leave, this was precious time together, but Goshiki had to get up, and he had to do it right now. He knew he did, because he was suffocating. A glass of water should help him calm down and cool him off, he reasoned through his struggle.

Slowly, almost like he was back in his dream, he began to peal the covers off of himself while you watched carefully. His heart was pounding out of his chest by the time you spoke.

“What are you doing love?”

He was only halfway out of the blankets. They felt like they were burning now. He had to leave even with the sad look that was now on your face.

“I’m sorry, I have to get up,”

He was near gasping for air. Head slowly filling with a fog, he was struggling to move the rest of the way off the bed.

“I just need some air.”

He wished it wasn’t so dark in here.

“Love, lay back down,”

Your voice floats to Goshiki. He tries to look at any place other than your eyes in the dark, as your voice rings out soothingly. “It’s alright, you look tired and you’ve had a bad dream, so you should rest.”

“No, no I- I just need some water and air, and you-

“I?” You ask abruptly.

“Um, no. I don’t know. I just need water, please.”

He’s lost sight of your eyes as he finally manages to stand up. He’s panting as if it truly was a feat, standing up from the bed.

He’s almost sad he’s stood up, away from you. He needs space or water—maybe both—so however hard, he’s going to have to put up with the distance for a little.

Goshiki steps towards where the door is when he hears a creaking sound behind him. It’s a deadly sort of quiet in the aftermath of that one little noise, except it doesnt last long.

“Shit!” Goshiki shouts as crashing comes behind him. Turning, he can make out the outline of not you—who for a moment he thought had fallen—but the bed in shambles and ruins on the floor.

He calls your name, scared your hurt, yet he doesn’t see any sign of you and he can’t find it in him to move from the spot he’s rooted to. It was so hard to stand from the bed and now he can’t move from this new spot.

A strange thought comes to him. Maybe he was holding the bed together, and that’s why it was so hard to get up.

That’s ridiculous though, and he needs to go to that wrecked piece of furniture and look for you. Desperate and feeling fear he can’t overcome, he tries to tell himself to move. To please, please, please look for you. He has to make sure you’re safe. That you’re alright.

“Come on, come on, move,” he urges himself. When that doesn’t work, he listens.

He’s being as silent as he can, his racing heart aside. He should be able to hear you.

The silence is all there is in this dark room.

And there is no body amidst that broken pile of wood. None he can make out from his spot and through the lack of light.

The comfort he had in bed with you is gone and replaced by a simple, mind numbing fear.

He stares for a long time, with tears slowly forming in his eyes. Goshiki is near sobbing when a smell begins to burn his nostrils.

“Ughh!” He coughs, and it turns into hacking.

The smell is so invasive and putrid, that it shocks his body into movement. He stumbles forward, blindly grasping for the wall. Goshiki is agonizingly pleading for the feel of solid wood under his fingers, when he meets it and cries out in relief.

He shakily fumbles around till he finds the door. His hand turns the knob as a voice goes off like a bomb behind him.

“WAIT. YOU CAN’T GO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME.”

It sounds nothing like you. But a sick, twisting and sinking notion hits him that it has to be. There is no one else and he knows this voice grating on his ears, making his hands slick with sweat, and eyes filling with tears from it has to be you.

The monster is you.

And Goshiki is going to piss himself.

He twists the handle in one jarring swing, and runs out of the dark, once quiet and peaceful room, that is now broken. A place that will forever haunt him.

He runs and runs, your voice following behind him. He doesn’t bother to take in his surroundings. There are more important things to focus on at the moment.

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GOshiki, goshiki don’t go don’t leave me sweetheart you can’t go you can’t you can’t you can’t you can’t I need you baby please! Don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t…..”

It takes a long time of running at Goshiki’s full speed before your voice fades, and it takes a lot longer than that for him to start to slow down. He’s afraid to stop. He’s scared to look behind him.

Even more than that, he’s scared he’s never going to look down at you again in a warm, safe bed. He loves you! He loves you so much! He doesn’t wanna cry anymore, and he doesn’t want to feel scared that you, his lovely perfect other half, is chasing behind him. A monster instead of his lover.

He can’t make sense of it! What he saw, and felt because of you. What was real and fake. If this is him going crazy even!

“Agggghhhhhhhhrrrrrrgghhhhh!” Goshiki can’t help his scream. He’s torn apart in a million different ways thanks to you. Thanks to whatever you were and are.

He’s sniffling, eyes burning with the effort to hold in the water threatening to break through, when he looks around him and his heart sinks further into despair.

It’s a deep red forest around him. And he’s not on the well trodden path.

[simcardiac-arrested]

ATTENTION: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS TREE? IF YOU HAVE, YOU MIGHT HAVE FALLEN INTO SOME SORT OF RIP IN THE FABRIC OF TIME

alt version because i also liek it :)

[fortune-maiden]

Based on Bridon Ep 4, I’m starting to wonder more about how Lu Guang’s powers work

He took a photo of CXS and was apparently able to keep an eye on him through that

But doesn’t that raise some questions about the “12 hours into the future” that LG can see? He took the photo so wouldn’t it make more sense that he could see 12 hours into the photographer’s future? It would explain why he followed CXS to the pub rather than watch from the hotel room, but somehow it also looked like he was able to know exactly what CXS was doing in the pub so he knew the exact moment to call and summon him back

Is he just able to zoom in on the particulars as long as he’s physically present in/within some short radius of the location?

[theweirdhybrid]

I love not giving out personal information on the internet where everyone can see!!! Majority of things I say in tags are bullshit!! I have lied to you and I will lie again because guess what! I do not know you! And also it’s funny, I love making things up it’s so fun you all should try it sometime. For example, when was I born? July 7th, 1987. What’s my mother’s name? Jane. What’s MY legal name? Benjamin Gonzalez. What’s my favorite food? Wheatcakes. Favorite color? Aquamarine. Favorite movie? Velocipastor. My favorite shirt? The one that says “I’m older than the internet.” Is any of what I said true? Hell if you know! That’s for me to know and you to wonder about for the next five minutes. Like sorry to burst anyone’s bubble but I do Not know who could be reading my posts or going through my blog at any given opportunity. Likes yes I have my genuine moments but anything that looks like personal info is more than likely a lie

[emilarry]

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[entropys]

she’s training me on how to reply 🙂‍↕️

[a-passing-storm]

Crying! Today’s the first day of this summer college class I’m doing, and I have to write an intro about Why I’m Taking The Class, and it’s like… I’m Curious And It’s Free, So Why Not, but the other people in this class are Actual College Kids That Are Paying For This! I don’t want to just be like “haha fucking around and finding out!”

[mieltelecheycrema]

ough nightmare. I swear I’ve had this game guy appear in my nightmares before and that actually scares me

[ryoflix]

sukuna having a gym playlist made for him | f. reader, s/h prns., crack 'n fluff, estb. rl ؛ ଓ

it begins, as most things in the sukuna household do, with suspicious whispering and a very obvious attempt at stealth. you’re scrolling on your phone in peace — a rare, quiet moment — when your daughter plops onto your lap, all sugar and scheming.

“mama,” she coos, “do you still have the... music machine?”

“…my phone?”

“yes. the… spootiefay.”

you blink. “…spotify?”

“that one!” she chirps, triumphant. “we need it. for daddy.”

behind her, her brother peeks over the couch, half-hidden, holding a crayon like a baton. “he listens to music when he’s lifting the big weights.”

“the really big ones,” the girl nods solemnly. “so he needs music that makes him strong.”

“we’re gonna make him a play-listed,” the boy declares like it’s a state secret.

and because you are not made of stone, you hand over your phone, already bracing for whatever chaos is about to unfold.

they work on it with the seriousness of seasoned producers.

“no sad songs,” the boy insists, scrolling past some instrumental lo-fi.

“no songs about kissing,” the girl adds, deleting your entire 2000s pop playlist with surgical precision.

they take turns speaking into the phone, using voice search like it’s black magic.

“play twinkle twinkle remix.”

“add the sparkly barbie song. no, not that one. the other sparkly one.”

“what about that taytay song?”

“which one?”

“the one where she shakes it a lot.”

by the end of it, the playlist has:

“twinkle twinkle little star” (classic version)

“twinkle twinkle little star (trap remix)”

“twinkle twinkle little star (rainforest instrumental)”

“barbie: here i am / princesses just wanna have fun” (extended)

“shake it off” – taylor swift

kidz bop cover of “lil boo thang”

and inexplicably, “what does the fox say?” because apparently, your son still thinks it “is the best song ever.”

they name it: papa pleylist

later that evening, sukuna is lacing up his gym shoes when they ambush him. “don’t press play on your scary music,” his daughter warns.

“why?”

“because we made you a new one,” the boy says, shoving your phone into his hand with the pride of someone who just solved world hunger.

sukuna stares at the playlist title. he blinks slowly. then again.

“…what the hell is this.”

“press play,” they chant, “press play, press play, press play—”

so he does.

his face remains a neutral wall of stone as twinkle twinkle little star (trap remix) begins, baby piano keys thumping under an aggressive beat drop. you, behind them, are biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“you like it?” they ask, eyes shining like stars.

“…yeah,” he mutters. “yeah, alright.”

cut to twenty minutes later.

sukuna’s tearing down the street on his kawasaki ninja, the evening wind slicing past, helmet on, veins pumping with adrenaline as he heads to the gym. from his earbuds, “shake it off” blares at full volume.

his foot taps involuntarily on the brake in rhythm. he hates that he knows the lyrics. he really hates that he’s humming.

but then the kidz bop version of lil boo thang hits, and he remembers how his son yelled the chorus while flexing in front of the mirror and how his daughter said the barbie song made her “feel like a sparkly wonder woman.”

and suddenly, the playlist doesn’t feel like a joke. it feels like armor.

ridiculous, glittery, bubblegum armor — but armor nonetheless.

he revs the engine at a red light, head bobbing once, just once, in time with the beat.

in his gym bag is a towel, a protein bar, and a pink plastic clip his daughter “gave for luck.”

he’s going to deadlift twice his body weight with twinkle twinkle in his ears, and not a single soul can stop him.

because that’s what daddies do.

[screampied]

‘ I JUST WANNA HEAR YOU (S)CREAMMM ! ’

ᡴꪫ sum. what’s your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you don’t scare easily! or do you?

wc. 6.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface geto & ghostface nanami, college au, threesōmes, unprotected, brief phone sēx, roleplay, dirty talk, praise, overstim, implied multiple ōrgasms, spit, manhandling, brēeding, hair pulling, oral (f & m receiving), cowgirl dp.

an. from this ask!

“hello.”

“hello?”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you deadpan, almost as if you’ve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. “mean girls two. bye.”

“….girl what? that’s not a—”

you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.

sighing, you answer it. “stop calling this number. prank calls aren’t funny.”

“no.” the voice replies, and it’s very deep—you swear you’ve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. “i just wanna talk to you.”

“bother some other girl. bye.”

“don’t hang up on me.”

for whatever reason, you don’t hang up. his voice sounded a bit stern—you sit up before growing quiet. you’re fully alert now.

“good girl. now, i’ll ask again. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. “halloween.”

“pft. basic.”

“wha— you’re the one who asked.”

“oh, doll i’m just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?”

for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you weren’t scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didn’t wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite … not the best.

“not really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.” you mumble.

“hmmm,” the voice hums through the other end. it’s as if he’s pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. “so…you got a boyfriend?”

you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.

“no, and it’s not like it’s any of your business.”

“easy, girl. i’m just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?”

you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.

“whatever. no, i don’t have a … boyfriend.”

“ooh. you hesitated there.”

you grumble. “shut up. i’m hanging up.”

the man immediately replies with a chortle.

“wait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.”

with an eye roll, you utter, “why do you wanna know my name?”

“because i wanna know who i’m looking at.”

“what?”

“what?”

each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldn’t put your foot on it.

the man chuckles before responding in a more sly tone—changing the subject again.

“you know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?”

your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reason—you felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. what’s wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen—you dying?

you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank call—you decided that playing along wouldn’t hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.

“so what if i was playing with myself?”

“i bet you didn’t even make yourself finish, doll.”

his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched tone—you couldn’t help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe you’d regret this later, but alas, reality wasn’t on your mind at the moment.

“are you saying you can make me finish?” you mutter, growing amused now.

“oh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.”

he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.

“okay, prove it then.”

he chuckles.

“mhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.”

you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guy’s beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.

the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.

“you must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.” you exhale.

“heh, m-maybe,” he mocks your falter. “but i’m sure you’ll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.”

he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.

he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourself— yet, that didn’t work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. “now what?”

“finger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.”

he was filthy.

you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.

with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quiet—it’s almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.

“bet you’re so nice ‘n soaked. sounds so sloppy.”

gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warm—you were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesn’t take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.

“you sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?”

“y-yeah,” you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of you—you gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. “fuck, ‘m still a bit sensitive.”

he guffaws lowly.

“yeah, i bet you are. poor baby can’t even make herself cum.”

you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasure—you moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.

“find your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.”

“i- i already found it,” you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as you’re just moaning melodically. “fuck, why don’t you just come over ‘n finish for me already.”

the voice laughs again.

“yeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.”

at this point, you didn’t really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasn’t in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure stranger���s voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.

“f-fuck, just come ‘n finish for me. i can’t do it. please.”

he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.

“okay. turn around.”

your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other way—of course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as you’re about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.

there, you’re met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you don’t see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.

one of them takes off a mask and it’s suguru geto, your roommate.

your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of them—now you really felt like you were in a movie. “you always did say how much you liked scream,” and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. “don’t be shy now, someone’s gotta help ya finish.”

“o-oh,” you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommate’s voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.

truth be told though, you didn’t know they’d make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.

“sorry princess,” he whispers. “suguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,” and as he’s speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit more—crazed. “he didn’t scare you too bad, did he?”

you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. “no, n-not really.”

“aw what. i thought i was pretty scary,” and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at you—dark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. “tell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?”

you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.

nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. “words, princess. use them, okay?”

the more you feel geto’s breath fan against your clit, teasing you—you were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. “i- i want you both to help me finish,” you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like you’d stumble with an untied shoe. “make me cum, please kento.”

he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. “i’m the one between your legs but whatever,” and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. “kento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?”

“you’re so pretty,” he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black gloves—the fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesn’t expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. “oh,” he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanami’s eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of geto’s tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongue—the texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, “don’t look at him, look at me pretty girl.”

as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.

“k-kento,” you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanami’s bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. “take it off.”

“ah, ask nicely,” he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. “tell me what you want ‘n i’ll give it to you.”

your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hinges—geto’s tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. “so sweet,” he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds he’d kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. “mhm.”

barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami who’s standing near the edge of the bed—you’re laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. “i- i wanna taste, ‘ken. wanna suck you off,” and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. “pretty please.”

“better,” he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. “good girl. go ahead, lift it up ‘n enjoy the meal.”

with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. you’re met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured he’d already be sprung out for you. as geto’s still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatient— and with geto’s demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.

“it’s okay,” he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up him—a silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. “you can be a little messy for me.”

a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel geto’s tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.

“don’t be shy girl, yank on it.”

dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of geto’s hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.

he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his length—he was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. “u-ugh,” he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, you’re slow but deadly.

pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.

geto’s still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you now—he surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. you’re moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanami’s fat cock. “easy,” he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. “no teeth, okay? you’re doing s-so good.”

nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throat’s already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. geto’s still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you don’t know which roommate to focus on.

“m-mphm,” was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as you’re outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. you’d recognize that feeling anywhere—the feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as you’re now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on geto’s long hair, he grunts—spanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as you’re breathing through each nostril—you gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.

your legs couldn’t hold still, geto’s continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanami’s tip a pretty shade of snowy white.

he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.

low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. you’re convulsing profusely all in geto’s mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. “such a sloppy m-mouth,” nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. he’s got your mouth filled with so many inches—your cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. “gonna make such a mess ‘n your mouth, princess. ‘s that what you want?”

you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, he’s feeling weightless—you’ve got his knees trembling, a hand’s still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. “such a pretty face,” he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. “s-shame i gotta ruin it a little.”

even nanami’s dirty talk was tame— it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. he’s so pent up, and out of nowhere—you feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, it’s such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. geto’s making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. “what a fuckin’ mess,” he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. “aw. look at you two,” and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “slobbin’ everywhere, messy girl you are.”

your eyes go back up towards nanami, he’s sweating.

he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while he’s holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. “g-gonna cum,” and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attention’s on him. “suguru, don’t just stand there. p…praise her.”

geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. “so bossy,” he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. “c’mon, doll. make ‘ken cum, yeah. doin’ so good for us. you’re gonna make him whine for you, heh.”

nanami’s legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before he’s gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. it’s hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. “f-fuuuck,” he heaves through heavy lungs, it’s still trickling, you savor the taste. it’s bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. “good girl, f-fuck.”

“aw. don’t hog her, give me attention too,” geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. “ah, don’t swallow yet. c’mere.”

with half-lidded eyes, you do—leaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. you’re caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanami’s cum and it makes him groan. he didn’t even bat an eye—you return the kiss, feeling geto’s hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.

after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. “ken ken, don’t be so shy. you want a taste too?”

“yeah,” he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. “can i?”

you nod, and he’s so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. geto’s still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanami’s tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet — savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. it’s slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if this— whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.

with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldn’t. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.

cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.

you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever you’d coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure bliss—you thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldn’t get enough. geto’s degrading you whilst nanami’s whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, you’ve never felt more soaked.

you didn’t wanna stop—

currently, you’re straddling nanami. he’s got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, “phew,” he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldn’t even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. “think she wants more, suguru.”

“bet she does,” he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.

you’re promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. “say, doll. how ‘bout you try to take us both? would ya like that?” and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. “wanna be the final girl ‘n prove your worth? our final girl?”

without an inkling of hesitation—you nod, mewling out a sweet, “yes, yes jus’ hurry up, sugu. ‘m still c…close.”

“so wet, so impatient,” he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulp—swallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you aren’t so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. geto’s helping you slide back down onto nanami’s length before slowly making his way into you also. “god, you’re so hot in here. gonna fuckin’ swallow me whole.”

you moan, everything goes so slow—your cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanami’s chest. you’re met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. “eyes on me, princess. just relax.”

you wriggle a bit at the positioning—being on nanami’s lap, geto directly behind you, you’re quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanami’s words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. “ugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.”

his voice was deepened heavily—you let off a cute gasp once they’re both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. “hold my hand, i got you,” nanami coos, and that’s when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. “you’re so pretty like this,” and he kisses the temple of your cheek.

every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart race—being sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.

your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.

whilst you’re still straddling nanami—you moan again and again, feeling a free hand of geto’s spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap pap’s until it rang throughout your ears. “fuck, ya like being stuffed don’t you, pretty girl? feel full enough?” geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brain’s swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. “didn’t say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.”

whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, “hngh y-yesss, ‘m so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.”

“let me stuff your mouth too then.”

and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his glove—shoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as you’re so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messy—you were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you weren’t gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussy’s been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.

“suguru, ‘m gonna cum.” nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of geto’s fingers way back into your throat. “she’s s-squeezing me so good.”

geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. “are you? ‘ken, you’re more whinier than usual today.”

“shut up.” he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment — nanami wasn’t so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.

you’ve still got a mouthful of geto’s fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. “mhm,” he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. “you taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.”

with the piston of geto’s vigorous hips, you’re so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.

its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later — geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. it’s so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.

“f-fuck, sugu,” nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. “damn, so m-much.”

everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of geto’s squeeze your neck softly, watching as you’re just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. you’re drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. “so f-full,” you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decided—this was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.

you shift your weight against nanami’s lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. “spread your legs,” he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanami’s throat, you part your thighs—gasping once you feel geto’s own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum that’s sloppily easing out of every entrance—you pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. “so messy. don’t want any spillin’ out. gotta push it back in.”

you’re moaning, after a while you break away from nanami’s lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, “did you hear me, pretty?” and he gently pokes your cheek. “you always do this..”

confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly open—you jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. you’re leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the background—it was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothed—there was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.

“hellooo, earth to roomie,” geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. “you okay? you fell asleep on me again. what’s got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.”

so it was a dream?

a mere glimpse of your lewd imagination—?

you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. “huh. oh, i’m fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.”

nanami rubs your back. “we still have like twenty minutes left,” and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentle—so tender. “are you sure you’re okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.”

“i’m okay,” you insist, slumping your head back against geto.

that was weird, out of all the dreams you’ve had throughout your life—none of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though. you were a bit out of breath and felt chills run all over your body.

abruptly, your phone rings,

“sugu, can you pass me my phone?” you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you weren’t at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but instead—in your generic dorm watching a scary movie.

he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.

once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screen—it reads that it’s from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. “um, hello?”

“hello.”

“hi,” you rub your eyes. “can i help y-”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. “very funny, suguru.”

geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back toward the movie. “very funny what.”

and suddenly you’re laid back, an unbelieving expression was expressed on your face as you were left with a weird feeling. if it wasn’t them then who—

that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. it’s that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,

“oh baby, i’m not suguru or nanami..”

[classyrbf]

THAT D!CK IS A 10/10! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...an analysis on the jjk men’s dicks just because hehe :)

INFO...jjk men x gn!reader, we’re talking about cock and balls a lot (no seriously), cum analysis, where they like to cum, heavy detail (be warned), im trying to make this a little realistic so no, gojo will not have a 12 inch dick (sorry not sorry), not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

here’s a little something while I’m being a busy bee and dealing with life (help me)

GOJO

to start off, gojo isn’t too big or isn’t small either, if anything he’s just perfect (cause he is perfect duh). He’s around 3 inches soft and 6.6 inches hard. Listen, as much as I want to make this man have the hugest dick ever, he does not and it’d cause an extreme amount of pain every time he is pounding you. He’s not too girthy either, just the average 4.3. His also slightly curves upward which is perfect for hitting your sweet spot. But he’s super sensitive on the tip! So if you tease him too much there he might just cum prematurely. His balls are definitely a decent size too, they may be on the bigger side a little but he loves to have his balls played with so have fun! When gojo cums, he cums a lot! It literally will go all over the place if he can’t control it correctly. It’s spurts out in waves and it sometimes it’s like torture cause it makes his orgasms last longer but god does it feel so good. His cum is sort of thin and runny instead of thick and goopy with a slight salty taste.

NANAMI

i personally feel like nanami is fucking packing girth wise! He is slightly smaller than gojo around like 5.75-6 inches but he is fucking girthy! It’s like a damn weapon and it’s heavy (I’ll help you carry it around nanami, don’t you worry). His girth is around 5.5-6 inches and it’s veiny! Lord help us all because he knows how to use that thing, hitting all the right angles. From being so girthy his cock slightly hangs…So what comes with a fat cock? Big breeder balls! Duh! His balls are so fat and big it’s like an instinct to suck and lick on them. He leaks a lot of precum when he’s hard so it just drips from his cock until he cums so hard. Speaking of cum, unlike gojo he has more of a thicker consistency, and instead of spurting out all over, it just flows from his cock and it’s looks so pretty like a fountain. It drips all down his cock and balls and onto his hand if he’s jerking himself off. When he’s fucking you, he definitely cums inside and just fucks his cum into you over and over until he makes a big mess.

TOJI

my man, my man, my man! Toji is definitely bigger than nanami and gojo but only by like 1-2 inches. So he’s around 7 inches which is still scary bc why are just walking around with that? He’s definitely girthy too but not like nanami, he’s more girthy around the tip of his cock and it gets slightly smaller towards the base but it’s not a huge difference. He’s tip gets really pink and red when he’s hard that it almost looks painful (don’t worry baby I’m on my way to help) but I promise he’s fine. Dare I say that doesn’t trim that often???? I feel like he has a slightly bush, nothing too crazy but it’s kind of grown out. He doesn’t care (me neither) as long as he gets laid he’s fine. His balls are mix of nanami and gojos but they hang! So when he’s fucking you they definitely slap against your skin. When toji cums it’s pretty normal, it’s sometimes shoots out a little bit and then slows down after, but it’s definitely a good amount of cum that does come out quickly. He loves to see your face or your chest covered in it because he’s a pervy little bastard for sure.

GETO

pretty boy geto hehe…let’s just say that thing curves to the left okay? He’s around 6.5-7 inches and girthy so let’s pray for everyone’s holes cause I don’t think we are making it out alive. He’s somewhere between nanami’s and Toji’s girth so…do what you will with that info. His dick is so pretty though, a pretty dick for a pretty face, the curtains match the drapes yk? He has two prominent veins that run on the underside of his dick where he’s really sensitive. If you look closely you’ll see them pulsing when he’s hard. His tip is also a very pretty pink color while his shaft and base are slightly darker than his skin tone. His balls aren’t too big either so it’s definitely more about his dick. He doesn’t cum a lot either surprisingly, he’s never been the cum everywhere and get super messy type of person but if hasnt had sex or jerked off it’ll be more than usual.

CHOSO

choso is closer to nanamis size, maybe a little smaller but not a huge difference. His is pretty average but there is nothing wrong with that (can I get free ride???). Just like geto he also has a very pink tip and his shaft is the same color as his skin. His girth is around Gojo’s but he has some big balls that are just asking to licked and sucked fr. Baby boy gets so whiny when he’s hard and leaking that he’s almost embarrassed by it, he tries to control it but he literally can’t stop getting so hard to point it drives him insane. His cum is stringy and thick, like the perfect consistency for cumming on your face, chest, ass, literally anywhere. He cums a normal amount, usually spurts out super quickly and then slows down towards the end of his orgasm.

SUKUNA

where do I even begin??? Clearly, this mf is the biggest out of all of them. He’s scary asf because he has two, yes, two dicks that are practically identical. 8-9 inches long, 4.7 girth. End my life. THIS MF GOT 4 LEGS. It’s actually cruel. They’re thicker towards the base and gradually get narrow towards the tip. So at first, the stretch doesn’t seem that bad until you realize you got about 7 inches more to go…yeah. His cocks are darker than the rest of his body and his tips are sort of like a light pink/tan color. The only difference between his cocks is that one is super veiny and the other quite literally has like 3 veins. Fat breeder balls that hang, swing, touch the floor (I’m jk) but literally the mix of toji and nanamis balls. They hold so much cum, he can literally go round for round back to back and fill up every hole of yours without taking a break. And he cums so much that it’s actually concerning. Like nanami, its overflows maybe once in a while it will shoot out.

HIGURUMA

believe it or not I think this man is packing at least 7-8 inches. It may not look like it but I think he does! He never brags about it either so it’s really hard to guess. When he’s hard his dick touches his belly button…and his balls are somewhere between Geto’s and Gojo’s size so they’re kinda average. The color is slightly tan maybe like one shade darker and he has a pale pink tip. Did I mention he has a fat tip?? It seems like it gets even bigger when he’s hard, all swollen and everything. His girth is pretty average too like Gojo’s maybe slightly bigger like 4.5 but that’s it. Higuruma doesn’t cum that much it like toji where it’s a pretty normal amount. His cum isn’t super white either, it’s kind of on the clear side and super stringy which is perfect for cumming on your tongue imo

[bunnis-monsters]

🕸️Legend of the Drider🕸️

Bunni’s Monstertober Event(Oct1)

Male!Drider x Fem!Reader

Oct2

warnings: light web bondage, breeding, oviposition, possessive behavior, reader is a bit insecure about her body, body worship and praise

summary: You go on a trip, hoping to build your confidence before you go back to college. When you get trapped on a mountain during a storm, you realize a legend about spider people may be real when you encounter a horny one for yourself.

A/N: I don’t know much about college so don’t kill me if things are inaccurate 💗 also don’t expect all of the halloween posts to be this long, some will be short and some on the longer side >< also guess the inspo for this story in the comments…

my ko-fi if you’re feeling generous~

If you had known how your trip up a nearby mountain would end with you in the clutches of the spider creature you’d only heard of in legends, you would have stayed home that October day.

But you were bored, wanting to find some fun stuff to film and meet a cute stranger while you were at it. That’s why you packed your bag and left for the nearby tourist attractions.

First you walked through a big pumpkin patch, taking pictures with a 50 pound pumpkin. It wasn’t as impressive as some you had seen online, and you knew that wearing a burnt orange sweater while posing next to it would only bring on ridicule.

You weren’t thin, and if someone from your college saw that picture, you were sure they’d compare you to the pumpkin, saying it was your twin.

Well… you had never even really talked to a single in any of your classes. You weren’t the type that liked to socialize. Too many times had you been burned, finding out they were being your friends for a prank or had been talking about your body behind closed doors.

Part of you knew it wasn’t right to judge others before even meeting them. After all, it happened to you more times than you could count… but you were still too shy and insecure to take that first step into making new friends.

That’s why you took a bit of time off of college to try and build up your confidence. It was important to you, learning how to love yourself so you could truly love others.

Ever since you went through puberty you had been aching for someone to love you, to adore you with their entire being…

How would you even be able to believe them if you didn’t love yourself first?

So you laughed at the picture of you next to a pumpkin and placed it into your scrap book before packing it away in your backpack.

You repeated this at several tourist attractions, even finding the courage to speak to a few attractive men and women. It wasn’t as scary as you thought, they didn’t look at you with disgust or say anything mean. They simply spoke with you before giving a smile and going about their day.

‘Maybe there really isn’t anything to be afraid of after all?’

The last stop on your list was the Arachne Mountains, named after a certain legend surrounding the area.

“Huh… spider people have been sighted several times over the year, and there’s a reward for anyone that can catch them on camera…”

You squinted at the pamphlet in your hands, trying to read the small print at the bottom. “What does that say? It’s so small…”

With a shrug, you stuffed the pamphlet into your bag, pulling out the bug spray instead and spraying every bit of bare skin. Mosquitos just loved you, and you didn’t want to be itching the whole bus ride home.

As you walked up the mountain trail, you took many pictures, but mostly of the gorgeous scenery.

A vast forestry landscape spread out beneath you, and the mountain path winded through the forest. As you continued walking, the path worn down by several years of hikers began to become more overgrown and less accessible.

“Huh… doesn’t seem like anyone’s been this far up in a while…”

When you thought about it, the stand with all the pamphlets was abandoned and dusty, the window broken. You just assumed they didn’t have the budget to fix it… but now you were second guessing yourself.

And that’s when a storm hit. Earlier that day you had heard something about a thunderstorm on the radio, but it was supposed to be that night, not now!

“Shit!”

You ran through the rain, slipping on mud and losing your way. The rain was so thick you could barely see in front of you. Tree branches scraped against your sides and caught on your clothes, ripping your sweater and scraping you up.

By the time you were finally able to take shelter in a nearby cave, you were absolutely drenched and covered in scratches and scrapes.

You slid down to the ground, panting and taking off your sweater, now heavy with water. It plopped against the ground, and you reached into your backpack.

“Fuck…”

Your phone had no signal, and you wouldn’t be able to go down the mountain to call anyone until the storm died down.

You yelped, jumping up from your seat and backing away from the entrance to the cave when lightning struck close by.

This sent you further into the cave, nearly tripping on the uneven, rocky ground.

Most would expect a cave out in the middle of nowhere to be cold and damp, and smell of moss and dust. Surprisingly, the further you traveled inside, the more… “cozy” it seemed.

It smelled almost like cinnamon and felt pleasantly warm. This made your shivering die down, your soaked clothes forgotten at the entrance of the cave.

Little did you know, you were slowly being lured in deeper by the inviting warmth and pleasant smell…

The first sign that something was wrong was a skittering that could be heard further into the cave. The hair on your neck stood up, but you tried your best to reason with yourself.

‘It’s probably just some rat or bug…’

But as your phone battery went out and darkness enveloped you without your only source of light, the noise got louder as whatever was making it approached.

You yelped when something brushed against you, and tried to scream, but your mouth was covered and something sunk into your neck…

Darkness.

——————

When you awoke, you felt something warm yet sticky enveloping you, keeping you from freezing while trapping you in place.

You were barely awake when you heard a purr like sound coming from the dark corner of the cave. A man’s face was barely visible within the shadows.

He was handsome, his eyes a dark red and hair a soft blonde, almost platinum color. It seemed he had been the one to trap you there.

“Hello, my dear. You’re finally awake…”

As soon as you were fully conscious, you began to struggle against your bonds, finally looking down to see what was keeping you from breaking free.

“Are those… webs..?”

You felt almost faint, staring down at the whitish, substance wrapped around you. It looked like thick, velvety ropes, but they were so sticky that you knew that they couldn’t be.

“Indeed.”

The man began to move forward, the same skittering sound appearing once more. You looked on in horror as his lower half was revealed.

Below his torso was not a set of legs like a normal, no, it was the abdomen of a spider.

‘The legend… is true?’

You had been captured by one of the spider people of myth…

“You must be scared… you’re just a human girl after all, and I’ve taken you away.”

He reached out, caressing your soft cheek with his hand. “But do not fear, I’m not planning on eating you, little one.”

His hand traveled down your face to your shoulder, his fingers playing with one of your bra straps.

“Far from it…”

Your cheeks heated up as he easily cut through your bra, his eyes on your now bare breasts.

“I’m in need of a mate to carry my eggs… and you’re the only woman that’s traveled to this mountain in ages…”

He breathed against your neck, licking the bite mark he left there earlier. “God, I could hardly hold myself back the moment I saw you. Such a plump, perfect woman, you’ll carry my eggs well…”

You whines as his lower half creates more webs, keeping you suspended in air, but freeing your soft cunt.

Quickly, he tore off your panties as well, growling lowly at the sight of your pretty, fat pussy. “Oh, my little mate, already this wet? Perhaps this was fate, for me to be sent this angel from above…”

He plunged a finger into you, pressing against your gummy walls and stretching you out as one of his spider legs nudged against your sensitive clit, just enough to stimulate you and get you to cum all over his fingers.

“There we go… such a good girl…” he purred into your ear, beginning to stroke his monstrous cock. He drew out several orgasms from you, prepping your virgin hole for him.

Within seconds, you were lowered down, your hips hovering over his as he nudged the head of his cock against you.

“Gods, you’re so soft…”

He kneaded your fat belly and thighs, purring in delight. “You’ll make such a good mother… you’ve got child bearing hips, like you were just meant to carry my eggs…”

Soft nips and nibbles were left on your neck and breasts.

“Every ten years, us driders go out to find a mate that’s suitable for us. I am the last of our kind, so there are no females left for me…”

He smiled, beginning to push in.

“But you… are not just going to be the woman that carries my eggs. You’ll be my mate, and I’ll cherish you.”

It was uncomfortable and painful, the way his cock stretched you out. You gritted your teeth and he cooed, but wouldn’t allow you to close your legs, two of his spider legs kept your thighs apart so he could sink deeper into your fat cunt.

“Shh, shh… it’ll feel good soon, my love…”

And he was right, his cock stretched you in such a delicious way, hitting all the right spots and making you cry out in pleasure.

He mounted you, fucking into your needy cunt as he groaned into your ear. “Gonna take my eggs, okay? My sweet girl, you’ll be such a good mommy won’t you?”

Suddenly you felt something push into you. Was that…

He was cumming, eggs filling up your pussy and settling into your womb. Soon your belly would swell as the eggs grew and developed, but for now, you were tired…

He kissed along your shoulders and neck, nuzzling into. Slowly, he lowered you down from the webs, curling up with you in a dark corner of the cave.

“You’ll be pampered, well taken care of… never again will you worry about a single thing…”

As you began to drift off to sleep, you realized that this creature truly thought you were beautiful… it made you happy.

So you snuggled into him, too full of cum and eggs to really even try escaping. Why would you?

You were loved… you felt truly beautiful for the first time in your life.

“I’ll prepare a cabin soon, there’s plenty of abandoned ones nearby. Wouldn’t want my mate to be uncomfortable.”

The way he nuzzled into you was filled with such love and care. He must have been lonely, being the last of his species.

So you decided to stay… at least for now…

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