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mrsshabana · 2 months ago

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary After reaching your breaking point you decide to do some digging to learn about Gyutaro's past. But once you do, everything changes and your relationship with the ghost boy will never be the same. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, gore, violence, body horror (?) ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.2k words.

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You've had enough.

What happened when Mitsuri was over was your last straw. You tried to confront Gyutaro after she left, but yet again he refused to show himself. You don't know what his problem is but you're fed up with his antics.

So the next afternoon you decide to go to the local library to do some research away from the ghost boy's prying eyes.

Once there you begin looking for any records on the house. Anything at all that might talk about what happened there with Gyutaro. But you come up empty-handed, even when you try searching his name.

It's not until you ask the librarian for assistance that you actually get somewhere.

"So you're the one that moved into that old house," she mumbles as she looks through documents in a large filing cabinet, "It's a shame what happened there..." she trails off.

Finally, she finds what she was looking for, "Here you go sweetie, this should give you all the information you need," she says with a somber smile as she hands you a newspaper dated from June 2nd, 2004.

"Thank you!" You excitedly take the newspaper and make yourself comfortable at a table before reading it.

Large letters heading the front page read, "Local Teen Killed in Hit and Run Accident"

You feel a shiver go down your spine as you read the title. Almost afraid to continue the article for what you might find, but you push on.

"Gyutaro Shabana, a recent 19-year-old Graduate of Daikoku Academy, was killed yesterday afternoon in a hit and run accident. Shabana was playing with his little sister, Ume, in front of their family home when he was struck by an unidentified vehicle. The driver fled and has not been identified. Shabana died at the scene."

Below the first paragraph is a photo of Gyutaro when he was alive, smiling in what appears to be a graduation photo.

"Mrs. Hisa, a neighbor who witnessed the gruesome crime, had this to say, "Gyutaro was on the sidewalk drawing chalk with little Ume like any other night. When this truck sped up and drove over the curb! It looked like he pushed the little girl away, thank god she survived. But poor Gyutaro, I ran over to try and help... he was covered in blood after the truck sped off. There was nothing we could do."

Another photo is inserted here, this time a photo from the crime scene. It depicts a colorful children's drawing on the sidewalk, but it's covered in blood.

"Paramedics arrived on scene but were unable to save the boy. Shabana is survived by his sister (6), mother, and father. If you have any information regarding the driver that killed Shabana please call 555-0661."

The old newspaper trembles in your hands as you finish reading the violent recount of Gyutaro's death.

Before you came here you were angry towards him but now you don't know how to feel. Of course, his past isn't an excuse for his behavior. But you still can't help but feel sorry for him.

He was so young. And he left behind his family, including his little sister who he seemed to be close to. You can't imagine the pain she went through - seeing her older brother die right in front of her eyes. And at such a young age too.

Gyutaro had his whole life ahead of him, but it was snatched away from him due to someone else's recklessness. And according to this article, the driver who hit Gyutaro was never found. For all you know, they could be living a happy life, while the Shabana family had their lives shattered.

It's not fair.

After spending hours at the library you finally go home. You know Gyutaro is around by the chill air that seems to travel around the room.

Despite you trying to keep your cool, Gyutaro can sense that something is off.

"Y/N?" he finally shows himself, "The hell is up with you?"

When you look at his face, all of the emotions you felt while reading that article hit you again. The sadness, the anger, the yearning to comfort him.

You don't need to say anything for him to know what happened, he can tell just by looking at your face.

"I don't need your pity," he rasps.

"Gyutaro, I'm sorry-"

"Save it!" he shouts, "What happened to me is none of your goddamn business."

His voice is harsh, but his watery eyes give away what he's feeling inside as the painful memories of that day return.

June 1st, 2004 was the day he got accepted into University with plans of majoring in marine biology. His parents were so proud of him. And he was so proud of himself, he felt like he was finally on the right track. All he ever wanted was to make his family proud.

That afternoon, he went outside to play with his little sister. There weren't many kids around her age in the neighborhood, so he would often play with her. He didn't have many friends himself, so he didn't mind. Ume was the only friend he needed.

They were drawing pictures on the sidewalk in front of their house.

"Look, it's us!" his sister chimes as she points to two stick figures. One has long white hair and the other has black spots on its face.

"Heh, that looks just like me! Who taught you to draw like that?" Gyutaro smiles.

"Onii-chan!" Ume chirps as she crawls into her big brother's arms and gives him a hug.

Hugging his little sister was the last happy moment he had.

Gyutaro saw something barreling towards them and he instinctually pushed his sister away.

It was a miracle he didn't die instantly.

Surprisingly he doesn't remember the pain he felt as blood filled his lungs and spilled out of his mouth and nose.

All he remembers is Ume's screams.

A tear rolls down Gyutaro's cheek as he recalls the memory.

"Look, I've been trapped in this house for 20 years," he mutters, "I just wanted to have a little fun. But I know it was wrong... and I'm sorry. You won't have to worry about me coming around anymore."

And with that final statement, he disappears.

No matter how much you plea and say you're not angry with him, he doesn't return.

It really begins to sink in after a few days pass and there's no sign of Gyutaro. You talk to the air, hoping that he can hear you, but to no avail.

You thought ridding your home of the ghost boy would have made your life easier, but all you can think about is how much you miss him. Sure he was aggravating at times but he had a playfulness about him that brightened up your home despite him being a ghost.

He was also super horny all the time. And you pretended to hate it, but deep down you enjoyed it. For the first time in your life, someone was feral for you and it felt good to be desired like that.

It's clear now that his intentions were never bad. He just got so excited when you moved in that he couldn't help himself. Being isolated for twenty years makes you forget how to act around a girl you're crushing on.

You miss him. All you want to do is bring comfort to him in the afterlife but no matter how hard you try he still doesn't appear.

But you have a devious idea. If anything can draw him out of hiding it would be this.

First, you rid yourself of your clothes, and then you go into your bedroom and dig out those old porn magazines you found when you first moved in.

You grab one that seems less abused than the others, and sit on your bed with your back rested against the headboard. Making sure to spread your legs slightly.

The lights in the room begin to flicker and the temperature decreases until you can see your breath in the air.

You knew he couldn't resist the temptation.

"H-Hey!" he shouts, "I told you not to touch my shit!" He snatches the porno out of your hands.

He's just putting on a tough act, pretending to only care about the magazine. But his cheeks are flushed pink and he can't help but glance at your body.

"Sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind if I used them," you blush, covering your body with your hands as the cold hair surrounding him gives you goosebumps.

"Well um, I guess I don't mind as long as you don't crease the pages," he says shyly, still trying not to stare.

"Thanks, I promise I won't," you smile and take the magazine back.

He watches in awe as you begin to touch yourself while looking through the magazine. So distracted by the scene in front of him that he just sits there staring like a weirdo, not speaking or moving an inch.

"Uh, earth to Gyutaro?"

"Wh-what?" he clears his throat, "Oh heh, sorry I'll give you your privacy." He disappears into thin air but you know he's still there.

Honestly, it was cute seeing him get so flustered when before he acted so cocky. Now that you're alone and he can't manipulate you as easily, he melts from your attention. Finally, you can see through the act.

You continue to touch yourself, moaning softly and putting on a show for him. It's obvious he didn't actually leave as you can feel the cold air moving around you. Maybe he's secretly pleasuring himself too.

The magazine is just a prop at this point, the only reason you're so wet is because you know Gyutaro is watching.

Ditching the magazine, you get more comfortable and lay on your back. Spreading your legs wider to allow better access for your fingers and a better view for Gyutaro.

You pick up the pace, rubbing your clit and rolling your hips. Gyutaro feels like he's gonna fucking lose it when he sees your tight walls fluttering around nothing, but he tries to control himself. However, you do feel the cold air shift above you.

"Ah," you moan softly, "I wish someone was inside of me right now..."

Almost instantly Gyutaro manifests. But you're surprised to see he's already positioned on top of you, his aching cock already lined up to your entrance.

Your eyes meet, his glowing inhuman orbs scream of loneliness - begging for your affection.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you pull him in for a kiss. Softly pressing your lips against his. His skin is cool to the touch and leaves a tingling sensation on your body.

Gyutaro happily accepts the kiss and slowly slides into you at the same time.

You gasp, feeling the unusual coldness enter you. It feels good but also so unnatural at the same time.

"Holy shit, you're tight," he groans with a big smile on his face.

Finally, after 20 years of death, Gyutaro has lost his virginity.

Getting excited, he begins to thrust quickly and sporadically. The sensation is indescribable. It's like he's able to push deeper than he should, forcing his semi-physical cock to literally go through you when he thrusts too hard.

He glides through your gummy walls, pushes past your cervix, and into your womb. It causes your body to tremble and your legs to give out. But Gyutaro doesn't mind, he keeps a firm grip on you as he fucks you senseless.

"Ngh Y/N - your guts feel so good," he groans, pushing further into uncharted areas of your body.

You can't even manage a proper response as you get your insides rearranged. "G-Gyu! Pl-ease, ah-ah!"

"H-Hurry up and cum already," he growls, "Feels too good!"

He clenches his eyes shut, trying desperately to hold it in. But he just can't help it, being more than balls deep in your guts is too much for him to handle. And he's left emptying his load inside of you.

You can't stop your body from climaxing with him as you feel the ice-cold sting as the sticky white substance fills your insides. Shooting all throughout your body as each splatter causes a wave of pleasure. It feels like ice melting inside of you as you lay there in pure bliss.

"Holy shit," Gyutaro mumbles as his body begins to glow, "I think I'm ascending!"

"Wh-what?!" your eyes widen and you're brought out of the blissful state you were in, "Are you serious?!"

"Haha, no," he laughs as his skin returns to normal, "I'm just fucking with you."

You roll your eyes and punch his shoulder but your hand goes right through him.

"You only touch me when I want you to touch me," he snickers, back to his usual mischievous behavior. But honestly, you can't even be mad. You're just happy to have him back. "You have a lot to learn about me, Y/N," he smirks.

"I should have known better," you smile and open your arms, wanting to hug him, "I missed you, Gyutaro."

He allows it and hugs you tightly, falling back onto the bed with you. It dawns on him that this is the first hug he's felt in 20 years.

"I ain't going anywhere, ok?" he smiles softly, nuzzling into your hair, "You're stuck with me from now on."

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lordprettyflackotara · 4 months ago

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Hitchhiker || Chapter Eighteen || The Proxies

tw: this chapter contains very sensitive topics that can be considered triggering. viewer discretion advised.

<— previous chapter

Headlights.

You blinked slowly, soaking in your surroundings. Your hands were gripping a steering wheel, your foot pressed against the gas petal of what you recognized to be Jacks truck. You had never seen the interior before. It appeared to be night time, the skies pitch black and the headlights on his truck the only source of light you could see. The back roads you were driving down appeared to be endless, no buildings or distinctive land marks on the side of the road. As you regripped the steering wheel you glanced down at the ancient radio, static waves coming out of the trucks speakers.

You recognized wicked games by Chris Isaak fighting to play through the static. Logically you concluded you must have been almost out of range with the radio station. Expecting to see one of your lovers or friends you turned around, looking around the truck. It unsettled you to find it empty. Tim’s tattered and discarded jacket sat in the drivers seat, dried blood coating the fabric. Why were you driving like this alone? The snow had finally subsided, but that didn’t take away the cold temperatures outside of the truck. The coldness was nipping at your nose, the heater inside of the vehicle broken with no plans of being repaired. It occurred to you as you drove past a group of frozen deer, there was only one logical explanation.

Why yes of course, you were dreaming.

Shifting in your seat you laid back, now a bit more comfortable as you processed your realization. You were dreaming, none of this truly mattered. You could just ride out the dream, your actions had no consequences. Strumming your fingers on the wheel you grabbed one of the knobs on the center console, attempting to find a radio station that actually worked. Static and muffled voices played as you spun the little wheel, until you finally heard an actual human voice.

‘On tonight’s news we again report the absence and missing person Nova Parker. She has been reported missing for over a month now, her family and colleagues still hopeful she’s out there. If anyone has seen or heard anything, please contact us at 1-800-555-6279. Back to you Jim.’

You quickly pushed the button on the stereo, a new form of remorse washing over you. Your decision making skills landed your best friend to become a missing person. Everyone she’s ever known is now concerned she’s dead in a ditch somewhere for all they know. You stripped her away from her hard earned life. Her career. Her relationships. True, now she had Jack. But she also now had a demon attached to her and no feelings in her fingertips. You truly had fucked your best friend over when she had done nothing but love you and look after you. How could you ever repay her?

The thought alone began to nag at you, like a ghost whispering over your shoulder. You sighed, leaning over slightly to grab the fabric of Tim’s discarded jacket. The clothing held more memories and emotions than you could truly describe or comprehend. You rubbed it between your fingers, the item sentimental and bringing you comfort. You glanced to your left, noticing another pack of frozen deer. That was odd. You weren’t too concerned though, the comforting knowledge of this all being a dream leading you to not care at all. It was then you jumped at the sound of sudden static leaking from the trucks speakers. You could feel your heart pounding, your eyes widening at the sound. You clenched your jaw, refusing to let this turn into some sort of horrifying nightmare again.

Aggressively you slammed your hand on the power button of the center console. The static didn’t fade, if anything the sound ignited louder. You glared at the radio, slamming your hand against it even harder. You ignored the pain forming in your palm, your anger overriding it. You were so sick. So fucking sick of hearing the dreaded static that plagued your mind. You were so focused on stopping the sickening sound you hadn’t seen the deer in the road, a gasp leaving your lips as you abruptly turned the steering wheel to the right. Your brain refused to process what happened next, your body shooting forward as you crashed into the unknown. A jolt of pain went down your spine. Your vision temporarily going black.

You could feel yourself breathing and your heart pounding, your lungs struggling to breathe in air. You swallowed as you forced yourself to wake up, blood dripping down your forehead from where you had hit yourself on the steering wheel. Great. You briefly touched the dripping blood, the crimson red staining your fingertips. You rubbed them on your shirt, looking up and through the cracked windshield. It was almost entirely shattered, glass shards scattered through out the front dash and seat. Looking down it also laid on your thighs, causing you to shove the glass off of you. “Fucking hell,” You grumbled. The truck appeared to be slanted, having crashed into what you assumed to be a ditch. On your right you could see wet grass, fresh and freezing cold water below the vehicle.

Fuck.

Your eyes wondered upwards, the power line pole knocked out of place from your crash. Pulled apart split wires danced above the pond of water, electric sparks flying in the air. Gulping you stared at the pool, recognizing that you would no doubt be electrocuted if you stepped inside of it. Unsteadily you gripped onto the open truck door, awkwardly balancing on the side of the truck. You were thankful you were wearing shoes, your nose beginning to twitch from the cold temperature. Looking up you estimated the jump to land to be maybe five feet, but you weren’t entirely sure. The sparks were your only source of light minus the crash headlights. Gulping you prepared yourself, flinging yourself over the electric pond. Your eyes were screwed shut, the cold air blowing past you.

You only had one opportunity to do this. You could feel the cold air flying past you, whipping you in the face as you jumped. Holding your breath you landed on solid ground, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. Your relief was short lived, an unaccounted for pile of mud causing you to slide backwards. You gasped, the air knocked out of your lungs from terror as you slid backwards. Your eyes shot open, an all too familiar hand reaching out and grabbing a handful of your shirt. Taking a deep breath you managed to think straight as you recognized Toby. He tossed aside his hatchet, grabbing your shoulders.

“W-wake the f-f-fuck up! Are you i-i-insane?” Toby hissed. Gasping you pawed at his hoodie, your eyes wide as you looked around. “W-what? I don’t understand,” You sputtered. Nervously you looked behind you, Jacks truck truly crashed into the electric pole. Toby abruptly grabbed your shoulders, regaining your attention. “You w-w-were sleep walking and snuck-k-k out. Scared the shit out of us,” Toby explained. His eyes were wide, full of panic as he examined you. “A-are you h-hurt? You could’ve killed-d-d yourself,” Toby told you. He looked up at your forehead, noticing the fresh blood. “Relax Toby i’m fine. I thought I was dreaming,” You replied, nervously glancing over at the wrecked vehicle. “Where are the others?” You asked. It was the dead of night, the moon concealed behind ashy gray clouds. It was a miracle they even found you.

“I’m t-the fastest runner. N-not that I c-c-care but i’m obligated to ask. Nova isn’t with you?” Toby asked. You began to panic at his question, your breath becoming visible as the temperature dropped lower. “No? She isn’t with you?” You questioned. A loud crash interrupted your questioning, Jack having jumped on his truck. He dented the back metal, elbowing the back window. The glass shattered, causing you to cringe as he looked around the abandoned truck. Once he realized it was vacant he jumped over the pond with ease, grabbing your sleeve. “Nova isn’t with you? Where is she?” Jack questioned. His words were said quickly, the words borderline running together. “I don’t know I thought I was asleep. You weren’t watching her?” You asked. Despite his mask being secured to his face, his body tensed up in anger. “I’m not a goddamn babysitter. You’re her best friend,” Jack snarled. You yanked your arm out of his grasp, glaring up at him.

“Oh im sorry, if you weren’t watching her what exactly were you doing? You don’t exactly have a job,” You snapped. An animalistic growl was bubbling in the bottom of Jacks throat, one that alarmed Toby. “You really wanna know? I was out hunting. You wanna find out what I eat? I’ll show you,” Jack argued, taking a step closer to you. It was then two sets of hands threw you behind them, Tim, Brian, and Toby intervening. “Enough horseplay. Let’s find the girl and go the fuck home,” Tim spat. His tone of voice indicated to you it was actually Masky. Curiously you peaked over his shoulder, both his mask and Hoodie’s on. You furrowed your eyebrows as to why they were fronting. “She’s not here, quite obviously,” Jack huffed. You pushed past your lovers, determined to be apart of the conversation. “Okay so use that medical brain of yours. If she’s not with Y/n, where could she be?” Hoodie questioned. Your brain was racking itself, freshly fallen snow dancing across strands of your hair.

Logically The Operator could’ve had her kill herself. That alone was nipping at your conscious. There was a reason he wasn’t. Looking up at your three lovers it occurred to you if he was malicious enough to use them as slaves for eternity there wasn’t any hellish bridge he wouldn’t cross. “What words did she specifically use when she was in Jacks room?” You asked, beating around the bush that she etched messages onto his walls. Masky shrugged, finally facing you. “All of the ominous bullshit The Operator puts in your head. That he’s coming, it’s the end, all of that bullshit,” He replied. If The Operator was coming, surely that might be why Nova was on the run. “She did put home is where the heart is, which i’ve never seen before in all my years,” Hoodie mentioned. You froze, eyes widening. You grabbed Hoodie’s sleeve, shaking it. “The Operator was coming and she ran away to home! She’s at her apartment! You’re a genius!” You exclaimed. You lifted up his mask, pecking him on the lips before turning to the others.

“We need to get to Nova’s apartment and we need to get there now,” You said firmly. Masky nodded affirmatively. “Toby and Jack you both can run ahead. We’ll find a way to catch up,” Masky said. You audibly scoffed. “As if. What are we going to do? Hitchhike?” You questioned. Looking over at Toby you took a step towards him. “Can you carry me there?” You asked, shivering. Toby nodded, signaling for you to jump on his back. “A-anything for y-you,” He agreed. You hesitantly jumped on his back, his arms wrapping around your legs to secure you in place. Afraid you may fall you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. You screwed your eyes shut as he took off, carrying you as if you weighed nothing at all. Cold wind whipped past you, your hair flying through the night as he ran. His grip on you never wavered, neither did his stamina. Toby never took a moment to breathe, he acted as though he didn’t need to.

Worry clouded your mind, Novas absence daunting any form of hope you could have. You felt your stomach churn as Toby eventually set you down, outside of Nova’s apartment building. Pushing the door open the three of you ignored the receptionist, who thankfully was too indulged in her youtube video to look up and notice two masked men and a missing girl walking by. The wait in the elevator was tense and anxiety filled, your hands nervously clenching and unclenching until the door dinged open. You felt your heart drop at the sight of yellow caution tape covering her front door. As if Jack could read your mind he pulled out his scalpel, flipping it before slipping through the tape carelessly.

He yanked it down, kicking open the door. Stale air and dust hit you, the cold apartment unoccupied. “Nova!” You called out, your voice echoing off of the abandoned walls. All of her belongings were still in place, down to her badge and uniform neatly laid out for what she assumed to be her shift the following day. Jack stormed past you, searching through each room. You stood motionless. Were you wrong? What if The Operator was truly careless enough to just chuck her off of a cliff? Toby stood beside you, eyeing you carefully. “W-what are you thinking?” He asked. You looked around, little numbered cards littering different areas that Nova once called home. Nova was a neat person, the scattered items signaling to you that either the police or someone else had rummaged through her things. Jack was out of breath by the time he emerged from her guest room. “Empty,” He panted. You sighed, flopping down on her couch.

You rested your head in your hands, nervously combing through your hair. How could you be so wrong? “We’re missing something,” You finally answered. Out of the corner of your eye you thought you saw a shadow, causing you to look up. Your gaze landed on a picture of you and Nova, celebrating one of her birthdays. You approached the photo on the wall, tilting your head. Dust covered the glass, your smiles permanently printed for viewing. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, your eyes widened as you turned around. “This isn’t what Nova considers to be home. She wouldn’t be able to come back here anyway. She’s at my apartment, let’s go,” You say, grabbing both of the boys by the sleeves of their hoodies. Toby was hesitant, dragging his heels into the floor. “What a-a-about Masky and Hoodie?” He questioned. You clenched your jaw, hauling him over to the elevator as Jack followed. “They’ll catch up. We need to find her and we need to find her now before it’s too late,” You answered.

The run between your apartments was anything but short, your lungs burning as you struggled to keep Jack and Toby in your line of sight. You ignored Toby’s offers to carry you, the adrenaline and desperation to find your friend providing you with enough energy to push through. Your legs cried for help as you finally made it to your apartment building, the three of you barging inside. You clenched your jaw at the elevator being out of the order, darting for the stairs instead. You had to find her. You needed to find her. Nova was your rock, your everything. She had been with you through it all. She had thrown her entire life away for you. You owed her everything you could offer and more. There was no doubt that you loved her, no doubt at all.

You pushed open your apartment door, despair washing over you at the sight before you. Your face fell as you fell to your knees at the sight of Nova hanging from a noose, her body hanging limp as her corpse hung from the ceiling fan.

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everykillerbee · 8 months ago

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#killer bee #featuring gyuuki #chapter 555

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selarina · 1 year ago

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→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader (Series Completed)

Summary: When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.

Content Warning: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Canon-Compliant, Swearing, Social Media AU, Drinking

Author's Note: Trying my hand at social media aus because I had an idea. It's going to be a short one but these are fun to do. But also, they are so much work :/

Taglist: Closed

Character Profiles

Chapters

01) Girls Night

02) The Morning After

03) Pretty

04) Thrice As Pretty

05) Chess With You

06) Right Answer

07) Hoodie

08) Switching Sides

09) Ghost

10) Flowers

11) (Surprise) Birthday

12) Aquarium Date

13) Soft-Launching

14) Hard-Launching

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pepsiboyy · 5 months ago

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THE BOOKMARK.

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where you can't keep your eyes off of the boy who sits in front of you at the library. warnings: cursing a/n: needed to give u guys more matt content :c hope u love love love!!! i loved writing this so pls enjoyyy it's just a lil thinggg

smack.

the sound of your palm against your forehead echoed slightly, causing you to flinch and sit up in your seat.

you had been at this for about two hours now.

this being reading a page, not remembering any of it, getting annoyed, going on tiktok, doom-scrolling, checking the time, and repeating. for two hours.

you buried your face in your hands as you took in a deep breath, looking at your textbook.

chapter 2 of 32.

a couple of books being set on the table in front of you caused you to turn your attention in front of you, gently taking one headphone off your ear.

you looked up to see a boy, probably around your age taking a seat with his own earbuds in.

he must have felt your stare because he looked up to meet your gaze, causing your eyes to lock.

his eyes were bright blue, and his wavy hair covered his forehead, almost interfering with your gaze on his eyes. you noticed the small hint of a tattoo just underneath his sleeve over his arm. you wondered if he had a lot of them, or just a few.

"sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," he breathed.

your face could not have gotten redder.

"no, sorry, you didn't at all- i mean, you did, but.. it isn't like... your fault, i was just.."

you trailed off and took a deep breath.

you both seemed to collectively agree that maybe speaking wasn't on the table right now.

so, with that, he picked up his own book and began scanning the pages.

this almost motivated you to study a bit more. so you also picked up your book.

but your eyes wouldn't leave him. you couldn't help but get curious about what he was studying. or what he was doing. or about his face. you liked his face a lot.

you peeked from above the spine of your book, your curious eyes wandering the front cover of his own book.

percy jackson and the battle of the labyrinth.

you smiled lightly. he was kind of a nerd.

you liked that.

he slowly lifted his head from his book and locked eyes with you again, making you gasp and turn back to your book.

god, you were making this guy uncomfortable and you just knew it.

"sorry," you breathed, causing the boy to simply smile knowingly and shake his head.

about an hour and a half had gone by and you had made little to no progress. you were freaking out a bit.

suddenly the boy stands to his feet and puts his book in his bag, sending you one more knowing smile before walking in the opposite direction.

you couldn't help but watch him go, before you turned your gaze back to where he was sitting. he left a bookmark.

you quickly reached over to grab it, about to stand to your feet to run and return it to him, before you noticed some writing on the back

how about a coffee date to make the staring less awkward? matt s, xxx-xxx-xxxx

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murdockcastleslut · 11 hours ago

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Summer Lovin'

synopsis: what if chandler groff had never abandoned his son with luke maybank? instead, larissa genrette divorced her seemingly abusive and power-hungry husband, chandler groff, and raised her son with the help of her father. enter jackson j. genrette, the playboy casanova, who is best friends with rafe cameron, also known as the "king kook." one day, while at the country club, he meets pouge!reader, the new summer server, and is immediately entranced. will these two people from opposite sides of the island fall for each other?

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guess-my-next-obsession · 6 months ago

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Guilty as Sin? — Chapter Five

pairing: professor!javier peña x f!reader

rating: series is 18+ only, minors DNI, professor/student dynamic, oral (fem!rec), mutual masturbation, lots of ogling, romantic Javi will be the death of me, dirty talk, little bit of angst thrown in, reader's never experienced oral, think that's it for now

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You didn’t attend Dr. Peña’s office hours that day, too exhausted by your crumbling social life to deal with whatever it was he wanted to talk about with you in private. Instead, you spent the night grocery shopping, decorating your new place, and getting a jump start on Dr. Arman’s research paper due in a few weeks.

By the time you were in bed and began to mindlessly scroll on your phone, it was nearing midnight. As you scrolled through pinterest finding sad quote after sad quote to make your sadness feel a little less isolating, an email notification lit up your screen. You clicked on it, finding a message from Dr. Peña.

Please set up an appointment with me to discuss your grade.

Dr. Javier Peña

jpeñ[email protected]

555-268-8521

You narrowed your brows at the message—what was he talking about? You quickly opened the online portal to check your grade, finding it in near-perfect standing. Flipping back to the email, you read it over again before locking eyes on his phone number, bolded in bright red. Chuckling at his use of coded messaging, you copied the number and added it to your contacts as Javier just in case someone decided to snoop around.

Biting your lip, you let your fingers hover over your keyboard, unsure of what to say, or if he even wanted you to message him. But he had to, right? No one highlighted shit in red if they didn’t mean to draw attention.

You settled on something simple, something that couldn’t possibly be misconstrued if an outside party were to see it.

You: Hey, it’s…

You: You emailed about setting up an appointment?

You waited what felt like a lifetime, choosing to spend those torturous minutes anxiously scrolling through your feed until your phone buzzed with an alert.

Javier: So formal.

You rolled your eyes.

Javier: Why didn’t you show up today?

You: Too tired.

Javier: You still tired?

You bit your lip as his words sent a thrilling ache between your thighs.

You: Depends.

Javier responded only with an address, one that looked to be attached to an apartment complex in the nice part of town. With your heart racing with excitement and head screaming with caution, you decided that you’d earned a bit of recklessness. You’d done everything you needed to do today, so why not do something you wanted to do?

You thanked the skies for convincing you to pamper yourself earlier with an everything shower as you slipped into a much less comfy pair of underwear, choosing to keep your hoodie and leggings on rather than dressing to impress. After all, there was a good chance your hopes would come crashing down if he truly only meant to talk.

The drive to his place was spent singing along to your favorite album, hoping to drown out the alarm sounds in your head that seemed to scream, idiot!

You pulled into the gated complex, punching in the code he’d sent to you before making your way through the gates. You parked your beat up car in a visitor spot, headlights illuminating a man smoking a cigarette in that black leather jacket you could still feel wrapped around your shoulders. Javier.

He watched you as you climbed out of the car, hands trembling with nerves.

“Hey,” you breathed, giving him a nervous smile. Javier’s smile was a lot more confident, causing a dimple to form in his left cheek.

“Hey,” he replied, ashing out the cigarette on the trash can beside him before approaching you. “You look cozy. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Should I take that as an insult?” you joked.

“No,” he assured, his smile softening to something so affectionate it made your heart race. “I like you like this.”

You flushed, dropping your eyes to the pavement beneath your feet. Javier surprised you by lifting his hand to your chin, gently guiding your eyes back to his. “This isn’t a good idea,” he husked, eyes bouncing back and forth between yours. “But fuck me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your lips parted as he stepped closer, his hand shifting to cradle your cheek, his thumb stroking across your skin.

“But first, I wanted to introduce you to someone,” he said, letting his hand fall to his side. Tipping his head in the direction of the lobby, he urged you to follow him.

Who the fuck did he possibly want to introduce you to? His secret family?

Javier opened the door with a smug look, furthering your confusion until the old woman—who looked around the age of seventy—behind the front desk popped up with a smile.

“I didn’t see you sneak out, Javi,” she smiled, batting her eyes at him. “You got a secret exit I don’t know about, honey?”

“It wouldn’t be a secret if I told you, Jeannie, now would it be?” he crooned, turning to you. “This was the friend of mine I wanted to introduce you to. She’s run the complex for how long now, Jeannie?”

“Thirty years,” she replied, both pride and exhaustion in her tone. “Thirty years and no goddamn retirement in sight.”

You gaped at Javier, his brow raising and smirk spreading into a full on dimpled-grin. Quickly turning to Jeannie, you chuckled and shook your head at yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jeannie,” you smiled, giving her your name.

“You too, sweetie,” she said. “Y’all have a good night. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s not saying much, Jeannie,” Javier teased, resting his hand on your back as he guided you to the elevator.

You kept quiet until you were inside the privacy of those four walls. “So you finally figured it out.”

“Well, I figured it out when you slammed my car door on me,” he chuckled, standing close enough for you to smell his cologne. You stepped closer to that scent of warmth and comfort, brushing your arm against his. “Thought I’d clear the air this way since you stood me up earlier.”

“I didn’t stand you up,” you laughed. “I just…I don’t know. Needed some time away from everything.”

He hummed his response, waiting for the bell to chime, signaling your arrival to the third floor, before leading you out and down the hall to his apartment. As he put his key in the lock, he turned to you with a half-smile. “You sure you want this?”

“Depends on what this is,” you replied. Javier smiled, shaking his head before opening the door to his place. He let you walk in ahead of him, the door shutting and locking behind him.

“This is…I don’t know,” he sighed, though it sounded less like frustration but more along the lines of hesitant acceptance. “Me throwing caution to the wind, I guess.”

“Just you?” you asked, turning away from the black and brown abstract painting on the wall of his living room to look at him over your shoulder. He looked at you with such unabashed desire as he carefully stepped into your space until his chest was nearly pressed against your back.

“Us, then,” he whispered, slowly dragging his fingertips up the length of your arm, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. Your breath hitched as he leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. “Do you know how much space in my mind you’ve taken up? Without doing anything more than existing.”

You turned to face him, your hands settling on his chest before sliding up to the nape of his neck. Javier’s brow furrowed as he watched you study his features, committing each one to memory in case tonight was all you’d ever have with him. “Only seems fair that I’m on your mind as much as you’re on mine.”

Javier groaned softly, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards, sandwiching you between his body and the back of his sectional.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, licking his lips as his eyes fell to yours. “These fucking lips that’ve been calling my name since the first time I saw you.”

You let out a soft breath, nodding your head quickly, as if he’d change his mind if you didn’t reply quick enough. Javier smiled, something fleeting and rooted in affection before crashing his lips against yours. You moaned at the taste of cinnamon blended with a hint of the cigarette he’d been smoking when you pulled into the parking lot.

What started out as cautious quickly turned into something needy, his hands gripping your hips to pull you closer to his frame. You gasped into his mouth as he pressed his generous arousal against you, your center aching to feel him without the layers between you.

“Javi,” you panted out the nickname, relishing in the groan it elicited. Javier was quick to pull away, his dark eyes lust blown and wild as he lifted a hand to your face.

“What do you want, cariño?” he rasped, smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip as though to worship it. “Hm?”

It took you a few seconds to register what he’d said, your mind preoccupied with fantasy after fantasy that finally felt possible.

“You,” you replied, soft and breathy. “Your lips, your tongue, your fingers, your…”

“My what?” he coaxed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Lowering your hand down his chest and stomach, you let your palm rest against his arousal, giving him a gentle squeeze that made him curse. “This. This is what I want.”

“Fuck me,” he swore, taking a step away from you before entering a pace. He raked his hand across his face as he seemed to mull things over, meanwhile you were left standing there, panting like an idiot while replaying the interaction in your head.

Was it your touch that spooked him? Oh god, did he not want to be touched? Perhaps you were no better than Derrick, so blinded by desire and longing that you acted before asking.

“Javi, I—“

“If we do this,” he started, stilling his pacing to give you a stern look. “It’s a one time thing. You and I will go about our lives as normal. You can continue to TA for me if you want, or I can try to transfer you to another professor.”

“I don’t want that,” you blurted, too lost in lust to think clearly. “One time. Get it out of our systems.”

Javier chuckled, as if he had foresight into how this all played out. He could’ve seen a happy ending, the two of you reminiscing on this very moment, laughing at the idiots you once were to ever think for a minute it would only be a one time thing. Or, more realistically, he imagined the two of you awkwardly dealing with the existence of the other with forced greetings and a hidden longing that felt more like a haunting.

Whatever scene he saw, it didn’t prevent him from sauntering back to you, from kissing you like a sailor greeting his wife after being away at sea for years, from guiding you into his bedroom, and you didn’t dare break the magic of the moment by asking.

Javier backed you against the wall, his thigh slotting between yours. His lips traveled the line of your neck, teeth grazing across your racing pulse only to soothe over the tender flesh with his tongue.

“If you knew the things I’ve imagined…” His words trailed off into a dark chuckle as his hands slid up your side to cup your breast through your shirt. He groaned at the lack of a bra, his hips pressing into yours as he swiped his thumb across your peaked nipple. “You proud that you’ve broken a good, honorable man? That the sight of you in those fucking skirts made me insane enough to consider fucking you right on my desk?”

“Sort of,” you admitted, earning a genuine laugh. You smiled at him as he pulled back, lifting his hand to hold your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

The way he looked at you almost made your heart stop. You’d never been looked at like that before, with respect, affection, and genuine interest. It had only been lust before this, or worse, pity. The girl who stayed loyal, who allowed a man to walk all over her for years on end.

“Just admiring,” he shrugged, giving you a casual purse of his lips. “Clever, brave, resilient, and so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

You couldn’t take hearing anything that sincere from him, not when it was all you ever wanted to hear, not when you knew it would all be over tomorrow. You tugged him back in for a kiss, hastily shedding his jacket in the process. Javier moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the wall with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hoisting your thigh over his hip.

You moved on to the buttons of his shirt as he mouthed his way down your neck to your chest, his greedy hands palming every soft bit of flesh he could find.

“Take this off,” you demanded, your fingers too shaky to unfasten the buttons. Javier pulled away from you to do just that, his chin nudging at you as if to say, you too. You peeled off your hoodie, earning a groan from Javier as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes eating up the sight of your bare breasts. “Fuck me, you’d turn Christ himself into a sinner.”

You ignored the butterflies his praises stirred in your belly as you peeled off your leggings and underwear in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare—and for once in your life, confident—in front of him. Javier abandoned undoing the button of his jeans in favor for coming back to you, both hands cradling your face as he backed you against the wall again.

“One night,” he muttered, seemingly to himself. “We’ll fucking see.”

You slid your hand down his stomach to the button of his jeans, undoing it with only a little bit of trouble. Javier’s lips never left yours as you tugged the zipper down before slipping your hand inside. You both moaned at the feeling of your hand meeting his bare flesh, swallowing down the sounds of mutual pleasure.

God, he was big. Bigger than anyone you’d ever been with before.

“You’re going to ruin me for all men,” you purred into the air as he focused his lips, teeth, and tongue on your pulse again, your hand slowly pumping his shaft as best as you could given the way his body was pressing you into the wall.

“I’ve always been an overachiever,” he replied, his smirk growing against your skin as he placed one last soft kiss against your pulse before kneeling down in front of you. You kept your eyes locked on his as he guided your calf to rest over his shoulder, his lips pressing their way up the inside of your leg.

This was better than your favorite fantasy. It hadn’t managed to get the brown of his eyes, the rough warmth of his hands, the sinful scrape of his mustache across your soft skin right. In fact, now that you were witness to the real thing, the fantasy seemed like nothing more than a cheap knock-off.

“Javi,” you cautioned, remembering one critical detail about the fantasy. The fact that you’d never actually had this done to you before. All the sex and sin you’d gotten up to in your life, but never this. Selfish fucking men.

“What,” he hummed lazily against your skin, now kissing your inner thigh.

“You don’t have to,” you replied, nothing more than a whisper. Javier shook his head at you, gently nipping at your sensitive flesh.

“Don’t have to, but fuck me, I want to,” he rasped, lathing his tongue over where he’d just given you a lovebite. You gently raked your hand through his hair, bringing his eyes away from your aching center and back to yours.

“I’ve had this exact fantasy since the first day of class,” you admitted, biting your lip. “It’s been my favorite thing to think about when I touch myself.”

Javier groaned, desperate and wrecked.

“Can you make it as good as my fantasy?” you asked, your voice a seductive purr.

There was something about this—Javier on his knees, practically begging to taste you—that felt so much more empowering than you’d ever felt before with a sexual partner. How you’d ever go back to more age appropriate men, you weren’t sure.

“You’re…” He cut himself off, shaking his head before leaning closer to where you practically dripped with need. “I’ll give you something real to fantasize about when you touch yourself, cariño.”

You smiled at the promise, only for it to fall as your jaw went slack at the feeling of Javier’s tongue licking a broad stripe up your seam. You furrowed your brows as you looked down to watch him, his eyes closed as he tugged you closer to his mouth. His tongue swirled around your bud, over and over, making you pulse with each passing swirl. You gripped onto his hair to keep him there, guiding him as his tongue dipped lower to your entrance to drink up your arousal with a sinful groan.

“So fucking sweet,” he praised, pulling back to marvel at your swollen pussy with a look of awe. “I need you on the bed.”

You nodded, springing into action and practically leaping into his king-sized mattress. You crawled back on your elbows until you reached the pillows, watching as Javier finally kicked off his jeans, finally taking in the full sight of his cock. You actually began to salivate at the sight of him, long and thick and angry with need.

He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he stroked himself with his fist. You slipped your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his lazy strokes, and quickly realized you could get off from this alone.

“That’s it,” he husked. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

You moaned, slipping your fingers lower to curl inside yourself. There was something so holy about this sinful act. The way he watched you, the worship and reverence in his stare as you got off to the sight of him getting off to the sight of you. All of it was holy, and all of it was forbidden.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised, the words causing you to pulse around your fingers.

Javier seemed to have gotten his fill of watching as he climbed onto the bed, making himself at home between your thighs. You slipped your fingers out and moved to law them to the side, but he stopped you, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean while you watched him with a slack jaw.

“Fuck,” you moaned, brows pinching together. Javier kissed the inside of your palm before setting it down against his cool sheets.

“Is this how you imagined it?” he asked, kissing your inner thigh.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, combing back the waves that had fallen across his forehead. Javier keened under your touch as he inched his way back to your center. Locking his eyes with yours, you watched him turn your fantasies into reality—those brown eyes finally meeting yours just as you’d imagined.

“You taste so good,” he praised, bringing two fingers up to stroke up and down your seam before dipping into your entrance. He met your eyes in a silent confirmation of consent. You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as you tried to steady your breathing.

Javier let out a soft sigh as he slipped his fingers inside of you, curling them up to press against the spot no man had ever been able to locate before. You moaned, your head falling back against his pillows as he paired his tongue with the perfectly timed thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck,” you whined, holding him close as he started to suck on your swollen bud, his fingers curling in and out with almost embarrassing ease as you neared your end—the first one you’d ever shared with a sexual partner. “Javi, fuck. You’re gonna make me come.”

He moaned, the sound vibrating against you as he doubled down in his efforts. Your thighs shook, your face crumpled in ecstasy as the thread of tension inside you finally snapped. Javier kept your thighs spread as they threatened to close around his head, his tongue turning gentle as he coaxed you back to earth.

“That’s the first time someone’s ever made me come,” you panted, guiding him up for a dizzying kiss that tasted of your arousal. Javier’s hands gripped at your hip, guiding your leg to wrap around his waist.

“Fucking idiots,” he sighed, pressing a kiss over your racing heartbeat. “Their loss.”

You nodded in agreement, your hand cradling the sharp line of his jaw as he focused his mouth on your breast. “I’d…be down for another.”

He laughed, resting his head on your chest.

“As much as I want to, I think maybe it would be best if we just…didn’t,” he said, lifting his head to look into your eyes. You tried not to pout, to demand that he take as much as he just gave, but all you could do was give him a soft nod. “I want to, believe me. But it would just—“

“Make things more complicated,” you guessed, unable to look him in the eye. “I know.”

He tutted at you, turning your chin so that you were forced to face him. “I loved tonight, loved doing this with you. Under any other circumstance, I’d be happy to keep you in this bed for days, but—“

“It’s okay,” you managed, giving him a sad smile. “I’m glad we had this, at least.”

He nodded, resting his head against your chest again.

“I should go,” you said, the lump in your throat roughening the sound of your voice.

“You don’t have to,” he replied, placing a tender kiss to your chest.

“I know, but…it’s torture staying,” you confessed, trying your best not to cry. “Like flaunting food in front of someone starving.”

Javier sat back on his knees, smoothing his palms up and down your still-spread thighs. “I’m not…trying to torture you.”

“I know,” you whispered. “Still, it’s…”

“Yeah,” he agreed on the unspoken. “It is.”

You let out a huff of a chuckle, hoping it would mask the ache in your chest threatening to consume you. “Guess I’ll see you in class, then?”

“Front and center, I hope,” he smiled, backing off the bed to give you space to get up and get dressed. “And no skirts, for Christ’s sake.”

“Mm, suddenly skirts are all I own,” you joked, shooting him a more genuine smile from over your shoulder as you slipped into your leggings.

“Cruel woman,” he chided playfully, watching you from his seat at the foot of the bed. “Cruel, beautiful woman.”

After Javier led you out of the building through the back exit to avoid Jeannie, you bid him an awkward farewell, holding in your tears until you were in your car. You spent the commute from his place to yours sobbing over a man you could never have, one that was everything you ever wanted. You made a pit stop at a gas station to buy some comfort snacks and an ice-ee in hopes of soothing the ache in your chest, but the truth was there was no escaping the impact of Javier Peña on your soft, longing heart.

You only hoped the recovery would be quick, the wound of losing him before you ever had him fading into an almost unnoticeable scar on your heart.

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