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here's a few cus i love to share
when i was a kid i fell on a glass table and it broke and i had to get stitches and stuff and couldn't sleep on my back til I got them out
i ate a whole tomato like it was an apple when i was like 8 in poland
another time in poland i got chased by a chicken and it was the most terrifying thing ever at the time
one time at the beach me and my older brother were playing in the water and stuff and he pushed me down and i got a mouthful of salty ass water and split my little toe and the side of my foot open on a slippy rock and waddled over to my parents and since my feet were wet the sand got stuck to my injured foot and i was abt to lose my mind
i used to be scared of sourdough bread starters
one time i told this kid that i was scared of the little girl from the ring and that sometimes i was scared she'd come after me and he told my mom abt it infront of a bunch of other ppl and my mom was like nooo matt isn't scared of anything right matt?? and i had to act all tough and stuff cus i got embarrassed that he told people abt my fear of the ring girl
yall don't even gotta gimme a character i js love to talk LMFAOOOOO
guys iâm bored tell me something that happened to you/something about yourself and let me give you a redacted character
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Jason remembers standing by the edge of the field, right outside the fence, as the hockey ball shot across water-based green. Dick Grayson, the only surviving Flying Grayson, swam through the air. His movements were sharp but fluid, the perfect centre midfield that transitioned seamlessly between those pushing the game forward and the defenders growling at the back. Back then, Jason was thirteen. He'd never played hockey before but Bruce said he would. He said Jason was born for it. He said a lot of things, a lot of half-promises that would never be fulfilled. They made Jason smile nonetheless.
Maybe he was just smiling because Bruce owned the pitch.
Jason was fifteen when he joined the Titansâa rough team full of the best of the best. Wally West was a bolt of lightning on the left side of the field, and Donna scared even the strongest of strikers as she charged through short corners, no fear, mask or no mask.
But then there was Roy HarperâSpeedy, Jason heard Dick call. If anyone was born for hockey, it was him. He didn't have the thick thighs of most defenders, but when he set his eye to the ball, he never missed. He was a support player, hovering in the background, but Jason couldn't keep his eyes off him. Every time the ball swung back, Roy swooped it up and ricocheted it to the front. Wally was one of the only people who could keep up with him, picking the ball up and guiding it through the goal before Jason could breathe.
Jason was only fifteen, only been playing for two years and leagues behind the likes of Nightwing and Batman. But he was Robin. And Robins were made to fly.
Like the final whistle, the world fell apart. The Titans crumbled: Roy Harper left, Jason disappeared, and Dick grew up.
Jason is twenty-seven now. He's clawed his way from the ground up, dirt and sand gritted against his stick. He's taller than Dick, taller than he even remembers Roy being.
His Red Hood is strong and still, a bleeding stain that marks every pitch he's hit a ball on. He's not a striker, but every striker that sees him shivers. Their knees quake. Jason's thighs are big enough to crush their skulls between his muscles, and they know it. All good defenders glare with just the right spark.
And all good defenders need equally as good teammates supporting their plays. When Jason hears the name âHarperâ, he runs.
He meets a little girl instead.
âThis is Lian,â Artemis, right midfield, says. She claps a strong hand on the kid's shoulder.
She has freckles like someone Jason knows, freckles he can't quite place. She sticks her hand out. It reminds him of something.
âHi,â she starts like they've seen each other before. âMy dad said you became one of the best hockey players after only starting learning at thirteen.â She holds up a stick, a red, orange, and black stick. There's a stripeâpointed, sharp, like an arrowâin it, and a feather. âTeach me.â
Jason doesn't know who this kid is, but the green of her eyes makes him say, âOkay.â
The Outlaws have gained a new member.
#jayroy#jason todd#roy harper#batfam#dc#lian harper#dick grayson#soy writes#jayroy hockey au#i miss playing hockey man orz#OH ALSO OKAY IDEA: ROY GOT KICKED OUT CUZ. YKNOW HIS ADDICTION. BUT HIS KNEE WAS GETTING FUCKED ANW AND THIS IS HOW HE WAS DEALIN W IT.#WELL HIS KNEE IS PROPERLY FUCKED NOW AS WELL AS HIS HIP SO HE CANT REALLY PLAY ANYMORE#SO LIAN IS HIS LEGACY AAAAA
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Losing my Mind over Veilguard 4/??
I think what's killing me the most is this "have your cake and eat it, too" mentality EA-as-Bioware has ushered in with this game.
To try and perfectly walk the line of giving old fans what they wanted/deserved and new fans something to just jump into was a tall fucking order given that they fired so many writers, and I personally feel like they fell way short.
Part of that, I think, comes from the fact that while it's certainly helpful to play Origins and then DA2 before you reach Inquisition (I'm speaking as someone who played the games backwards), I don't think Inquisition left off as a complete story the way the first two did. We had a world on the brink and pieces on the board that had so much personal stake in staying on it until Solas was handled. We had, whether the head devs wants to accept their failures regarding it or not, an entire Keep of previous choices that could have and should have informed the world going forward. I'm not saying it was sustainable to keep raising the stakes on those choices. I am saying, however, that with the time it took to get this game to us, more than three sanitized choices deserved to matter before Bioware closed the chapter on its strongest line of storytelling and moved on to RPG Lite. To give that up, to choose a new and uncertain fan base over an already dedicated one, is disappointing.
And to that end, even if we weren't going to get the Inquisitor again (which, at this point, I'm kind of thinking we should have, even if just for parts of it), I had near-constant exhaustion finding a shred of story that connected us to the previous games and then realizing it had been done in an unsatisfying way (hi, Dorian/Isabella/MORRIGAN).
I wouldn't have cared if this had been its own standalone game. There were parts of it I enjoyed, and I'm sure I'll be here shouting about those things too, soon enough. But the fact is that for every thing I appreciate about the game there are about ten more that make me mourn the nine years I spent eager to see what was coming next.
TLDR: You cannot show me a watered-down game that stands on the shoulders of stronger writing, plot, narrative, characters, etc. and the built world and depth of three previous games and multiple supplementary written works, and then expect me to be wholly accepting of the result. Veilguard gutted the rich body of work that came before it, threw enough bone shrapnel into the mix to keep people desperate to see a conclusion to events that had been building up for in-game years hanging on, and then discarded the rest with a casual sort of "deal with it, we're making way for the new" attitude.
Welcome to the new, I guess.
I intentionally waited a few days after finishing the game to sift through everything and not just rage-post immediately, so hopefully this comes across as relatable to those on a similar page and not as me telling you that you should hate the game too if you in fact are very happy with it. (Put another way: I'm not here to change minds, I'm here to scream into the ether)
#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard spoilers#solas#fen'harel#lavellan#dragon age inquisition#dragon age origins#dragon age 2#datv#datv spoilers#spoilers#dragon age the veilguard spoilers
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Modern Odysseus/Diomedes/Penelope AUÂ
When Odysseus married Penelope, he built her an art studio with an adjoining greenhouse. He blindfolded her and walked her over to it. When he removed the blindfold, he handed her the key to open it. She opened it, and was in awe of the carpentry. She saw the greenhouse and was like, âohmahgodyouareawesomeiloveyousomuchtheywillneverfindyourbody.âÂ
Penelope, after kissing him stupid, talks about all the stuff she needs to put in it. Odysseus, then produced the highest quality art supplies, and the best gardening tools and equipment. Penelope went weak in the knees, and Odysseus had to catch her. Fun
Odysseus works at a theater. I donât know. Just feels right.
Penelope is an art teacher, and owns her own place.Â
When Diomedes comes to one of Odysseus' shows (they knew each other, and they are meeting up for the first time in a long time), Odysseus is floored. Shamelessly staring, looking up all his social mediaâs all that stuff.
At said show, during intermission, Odysseus pulls Pen over and they both gawk at Diomedes. Penelope is more subtle than Odysseus.
That night, they just search up everything they can find about Diomedes. All that stuff, marriage status, work, hobbies, pictures, etc. The start of a good relationship, internet stalking. They have a screaming match when they find out he is married, but have a dance party a few days later when Diomedes tells them he is getting a divorce.
All three hang out with a hell of a lot of tension. Dio helps Pen in the greenhouse, and Odysseus is off in a corner, debating whether he should take a picture of two of the prettiest people alive while they are talking about hyacinths.
Penelope really likes Diomedes. At first he is really shy and reserved around her, but when they get closer, he opens up. And when they get to talking about Odysseus, she canât help but notice that beautiful flush when he talks about him.
Same thing with Odysseus. When they talk about Penelope, Diomedes tries his best not to affectionately recount his interactions with her. Odysseus internally jumps with joy like, âyes stay with us, leave that devil of a wife, fall for us, do it, do it nowwwâ
One night, after a bad fight with his wife, Diomedes gets invited to a night out with Odysseus and Penelope. Beautiful night out, Diomedes realized he feels more at home with them than with his wife. He prays the private investigator will quickly get the rest of the information to expedite the end of his marriage.
They went to a carnival.Â
The boat ride malfunctioned and somehow while everyone fell into the water, Odysseus was the only one left on the boat. He was the only one who made it to the end. Penelope and Diomedes clapped for him as he got off.
Diomedes did balloon darts. He was originally encouraged not to because the game was rigged, but was told he should do it by a really tall woman. He won.Â
Penelope participated in an art competition. She originally finished it in the first ten minutes, but everyone else wasnât done. She kept painting over it while she waited, and it was the most beautiful thing the judges and the other contestants had ever seen. She was the OBVIOUS winner.
After, they walk on the boardwalk as the sun goes down, Odysseus and Penelope clinging to Diomedes on either side. Diomedes feels so guilty, cus he thinks he is a clingy intruder in their marriage.Â
Odysseus snaps him out of his daydreaming. They ask him what's wrong. He tentatively explains, worried they are gonna confirm his fear and politely ask him to spend less time with them. Not that he would refuse. He would do anything they asked.
Odysseus and Penelope snicker at his outrageous theory. They explain their feelings for him and asks if he would honor them by being their partner. Diomedes is like ââŚ..what?â Diomedes is generally scared to agree, because they are married, they are âchangingâ for him, and what if they break up with me, and I donât want another heartbreak, what happens when-
And when they kiss him, the world just feels okay. Just okay.
Iâm not satisfied with this.Â
Take it anyway.
Please.Â
Muchos besos.
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The clones but theyâre all tv show contestants on wipeout
#star wars clone wars#the bad batch#for context if you donât know the show:#people would try to do obstacle courses over water and theyâre highly ridiculous and difficult#most of the time people fell in the water#truly a ridiculous show#my gay audacity is always like: I could do that no sweat#like no you couldnât sweetie youâre asthmatic
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I have once again stumbled my way through another dungeon. Dungeon 4 of 9. 47 days until Echoes of Wisdom.
#I'm playing the Link's Awakening remake in preparation for Echoes of Wisdom so I can get used the controls and combat for a top down Zelda#legend of zelda#links awakening#the amount of times I accidentally fell in the deep water before I got the flippers and drowned...#me and my husband were laughing so hard at Link's drowning sound and animation#I'm not very good at this#I'm a beginning gamer just trying my best#I beat BOTW and TOTK so I know I can do this... eventually#modern gaming is not very welcoming to newcomers#most people have a lifetime of practice with games and I feel like I'm still learning how to walk#thanks heavens for walk-throughs#I even beat the boss without dying this time#I had half a heart left but it counts#I still love Zelda though#(I forgot to take a screenshot so this one is from Google)#now to go find more heart pieces and seashells#i need all the help i can get#my gamer husband is very encouraging
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Showerhead | mattheo riddle
summary: you thought you were alone in the bathroom when your wild thoughts took over you but you suddenly hear a second voice.. and its not inside your head.
warnings: masturbating for a sec, cursing, filthy DIRTY TALK, fingering, mattheo eating out reader, unprotected p in v, enemyxlover vibe, gryffindor!reader
notes: DAMN I'M BACK! I'm sorry but I had a HUGE writing block. Also: english is not my first language so pls let me know If there'S something I can correct :)
My day was unbelievable fucked. I woke up too late, got detention because i talked to my friends while Snape was teaching us something, i spilled my food over my clothes.. twice.. after that I fell from my broomstick at the quidditch training and now i sat with Hermione, Ron and Harry in the Great Hall eating.
âYo y/n can I copy your homework later? I got -" Ron startet but i interrupted him "Yeah yeah whatever.. guys Iâm gonna go to bed okay? See you after this." Hermione and me shared a room so I would see her later.
I rushed to our dorm, getting rid of my dirty clothes. God I needed a shower, now. I took my clothes, shower stuff and towels and started to walk towards one of the big bathrooms.
Because I wanted more privacy, I did go to one that not many students know about. Hermione once told me about it as she talked about Hogwarts in first grade.
As I walked inside, I checked If someoneâs here but I was alone. I took off my clothes and stood under one of the showers more in the corner and let the water run down my body. I sighed as I felt it on my skin, finally feeling more relaxed.
My thoughts started drifting after a while as my hands glided over my body. Damn my muscles are really sore. When was even the last time I had sex? I think it was like 3 months ago with a guy from Ravenclaw. He looked promising but merlin was I feeling disappointed after.
I couldnât even touch myself cause I was always around people, sharing rooms together and shit.
I bit my lip as I looked at that shower head above me. Nah I couldnât.. could I? Did I even have time? I mean I was in here already for like 20 minutes so I had to be in my room before curfew but god damn I was so desperate.
Oh fuck it â what is one more detention, right? I took the shower head, letting my other hand slowling wandering over my nipples. I whimpered slightly at the feeling, realising now how desperate I really was.
I took the shower head and put it where I needed it the most. My thoughts drifted again and I tried to think about someone but no face appeared until - fuck no, I canât think about him.. but before I could debate more with myself, his name left my lips.
"Fuck Mattheo.." my lips parted and my breathing got heavier. Merlin was I already about to cum? How pathetic, I didnât even touch myself properly but that kind of didnât matter as the next words left my mouth. "Shit.. please" i begged into the foggy air around me.
"Damn Princess.." My blood got cold and my body tensed to a point where I couldnât move. I swallowed as I opened my eyes and saw Mattheo Riddle standing right in front of me. The one whoâs name I just moaned.
I tried to hide my body behind my hands, a little too late. "Fuck Riddle what the hell are you doing here?!" I asked him angry. Once because I stood there completley naked and he didnât even tried not to look and second for my again â non existing orgasm.
He looked shamelessly over my body, scanning every inch of my skin. He had a towel hanging low on his hips, which didnt really helped the state i was in right now.
" I could ask you the same but I think I just heard what you did.." he smirked arrogant and looked at my face. "You know you could have just asked If you wanted my help."
I rolled my eyes at him as I took one of my towels from the side to hide my body but as I did I had to let go which leaded him to look at my breasts. I saw him licking his lips, looking up at my face again as I wrapped the towel around myself.
"Just because your name is Mattheo, doesnât mean I was thinking about you."
He grinned again, coming closer to me slowly. "Oh yeah? Then who did you mean?" I tried to think about an different Mattheo but there was no one in this school I knew with that name â besides him.
He just stood one inch away from me now, backing me into the shower again until my back hit the wall.
"Princess.. i know you did think about me, thereâs no shame in telling." I started nibbling on my bottom lip as a signal to being nervous. God he smelled so good and his face looked even more handsome now that the single drops of water fell onto his face from his still wet hair.
"And what If I was? Are you going to tell all your stupid little friends?" He chuckled "No.." his face came even closer now "just let me help you out with that." I swallowed down a clump in my troath as he said that. My pride was way too big for him to just come here and fuck me like that..right?
"Hell no I -" "Why not huh? I saw how desperate your little body looked as you just begged for more.. let me help you with that, Iâm gonna make you cum within the first minutes." Now his arrogant smile was back, his breath hitting my lips now.
"Yeah all of you boys say that, leaving me unsatisfied after." I huffed, looking away from his piercing eyes.
"Letâs make a deal little one.. Iâm gonna eat you out and If I donât make you cum within the, lets say: five minutes? Iâll leave and never bother you again.."
I looked at his lips while he was talking. They looked so soft and kissable â fuck was I really considering what he said? I mean heâs a Riddle and a stupid little fucker but maybe thatâs just what I needed right now. Stupid little Fucker named Mattheo Riddle.
"And what If you make me cum?" i looked up at his eyes again. He towered his head over mine grinning, coming down to my ear and whispered "..then youâre mine for the night." He smiled almost devilish and I know I shouldâve said no but damn 3 months were starting to get the best of me.
"Deal." It felt like as If I just signed up for the devil. His smile grew at my words and he pushed me against the wall this time, unwrapping the towel i just put on.
"Damn your body looks so good, just perfect for me to eat." Shivers went down my spine at his words right towards my - " I hope you know what you just got yourself into." Suddenly he took me by my hips, lifting me up against the wall again as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
"Itâs kind of unfair that you still have your towel on, donât you think?â "Oh donât worry princess, itâs coming off very soon."
He took one hand away from supporting my ass, to my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, almost staring into my soul. He closed the gap between us, kissing me like no boy ever did before in my whole life. The kiss was passionate, heated and longing. Almost as If we would seperate, we couldnât breathe.
I felt the tip of his tounge slide over my bottom lip which made me moan slightly. He smiled against my lips and pressed himself harder against me.
I opened my mouth slowly, which he took as a opportunity to explore my mouth with his tounge fighting over control with mine.
He let go of my lips what almost costed me a whimper but I pressed my lips together. He took me by my hips again, lifting me higher until I sat on his shoulders, my eyes going wide. Damn I donât think I need 5 minutes.
"You ready?" he mumbled against my inner tight he started kissing softly with his wet lips. I just let out a deep breathe and nodded, putting my hands on his hair.
He started kissing higher up until his mouth was just an inch away from my pussy. "5 Minutes are alredy starting" I chocked out, but in reality I just wanted him so start.
I could feel him grinning like an little ass but these thoughts were thrown out of the window as his tounge touched my clit.
I held in my breathe for a second as he started to kitten lick my clit and massaging my tights with his hands. I buckled against his face but he was faster and backed away. I let out a desperate whine at the loss of contact.
"Beg me.." he told me looking up at me with his chocolate brown eyes. Shit who was I even to deny that? Now wasnât really the moment for too much pride. "Please.." He raised his eyebrows " Please what?" "Please eat me out Mattheo, I need it - please.."
Satisfied with my answer he licked flat over my pussy, focusing on my clit again as he started to suck it. "Oh my-" my lips parted and my hands flew into his hair again, pressing his face deeper between my legs.
"Fuck that feels good" i moaned and arched my back off the wall as I felt something deep down in my stomach. Shit he didnât even do much but give my clit some attention - really good attention - and I was already close again.
I felt his hand going under my tight and his thumb being places on my clit. He moved his finger in circular motions, sliding his tounge to by entrance, fucking me with it.
"M-mattheo please!â shamelessly i bucked my hips and cried out his name.
"You close baby?" he asked, mumbling against my wet skin. I just nodded breathless until I felt a sharp and powerful feeling in my abdomen.
It completely crushed me. Everything around me went black for a few seconds and I couldnt hear anything. I just came so hard on Mattheoâs tounge that I didnât even realise where I was for a short moment.
I looked down on me, looking in Mattheoâs eyes, already looking at me. "You taste so good baby."
He slowly lets me down again but holds me as we both notice how weak my knees are. "Damn I didnt expect that.." i breathe out and look at his lips, still glistening from my juices.
"I think you lost our deal.." he grinned and startet slowly kissing my neck. I chuckle, nodding just slowly, thinking about how much I actually want him and not caring about the fact that I lost.
"..but you donât really seem to care huh." he grins and slowly rubs my back before turning me around so I faced the wall. "Hands on the wall baby." No matter what he said, I always heard him smiling. Smug little ass. "Spread your legs princess, that's it.. wider." My stomach twisted at his vulgar words, never ever did a boy talk to me like that.
I did as he said, spread my legs even wider while my hands touched the cold wall. "Hmm now arch your back for me."
I felt his hands slither around my waist down to my lover stomach. Every touch of his send shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I felt his breath against my ear, his lips kissing the shell of it as he murmurs with a deep voice. "I'm going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head." "Stop teasing me and do it!"
He chuckles darkly and I feel the tips of his fingers wandering slowly over my pussy. "Do you really think you're in a position to give orders?" Goosebumps.
As I didn't answer him he lightly brushed his finger over my clit, making me shiver again, while brushing soft kisses across my back.
"Please." I let out a whimper, arching my back just a little more and pushing my hips into his body. Then, I felt him at my entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against my clit, just where his fingers had been a second ago.
"Beg. Fucking let me hear how much you want this cock." he whispers into my ear, his hot breath hitting my ear. My whole body shudders and I can't help it but do as he tells me to.
"Mattheo please I need you. I need to feel you, I'll do anything." I feel myself almost crying from the frustration and arousal. "Good Girl." he groans before he slowly enters me. Fuck.
"Oh Shit baby, you feel so tight." Mattheo grunted shamelessly as my walls clenched around him. My breathing got heavy and I bite my bottom lip to hide my moans.
"Don't hold back." he commands and just so, I let my lip go and whimper out his name.
"Hmm just like that princess." He pushes further inside of me, groaning at the feeling. I feel so full of him, I can't think straight besides of him and how good he feels.
Abruptly he started moving his hips fast an hard against my ass, leaving my mouth hanging wide open. " Oh fuck, Mattheo!" I cried out at the sensation. His hand started to wander up and down my body, over my back, my stomach, my tits - playing with my nipples.
"What, you want gentle? Wrong fucking address." God where has he been all these months? It feels like he just fills that hole inside of me - literally.
I hear him panting behind me, not slowing down with the movement of his hips. "Shit I would've fucked you way sooner If knew you had such a tight little pussy, just waiting for me to come and fuck it sore."
I hiss as he takes my hair into his fist and yanks my head backwards so It would lay against his shoulder while my back is still arched and he presses me against him. My hands roam over his arm that holds me in the middle of my body and I close my eyes. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.
I felt him changing the angle of his hips a little and my eyes almost bulged out of my head. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, forgetting that someone could hear us, even tho not many know about this bathroom. "Fuck yes, I feel you clenching around me princess. Does that feel good hm?" he teases and bites my neck gently.
Words coiled inside my throat, coming out as broken sobs, telling him I'm wanting more. "You're still holding back, just let go."
So I screamed his name again, over and over again, until I felt a sharp pang in my stomach. His hand let go of my body, his second hand still in my hair. He grabbed the shower head and turned the pressure higher before he holded it right against my clit.
I was a whimpering and sobbing mess at this point, begging him to let me come. "Look at me. I wanna see you coming around my cock." He tugs at my hair and my eyes roll back to look into his, which gave me the rest I just needed to come.
Looking into his eyes made my walls clench around him again, leaving his mouth hanging wide open. "Shit.." he grunted and closed his eyes as his rhythm became more erratic. Just as I slowly came down from my high, I felt him pulling out of me and coming all over my back, spreading his hot cum.
"Fucking hell.." he breathed out and slowly let go of my hair and hanging the shower head back onto the wall after washing his cum off of my back. I turned around and looked up at him, smiling slightly.
"What? Did I fuck out all your negative energy?" he chuckled, pressing me against him again with one of his arms. I roll my eyes at his comment but still I couldn't hide my smile. "I have something for you.." he said, now he's smiling like a little devil.
I look at him confused which he answers me with his fingers in front of my mouth. I look down at them and gasp as I see his cum on them. "Come on, open up baby.." I didn't knew why but again I did as he said and parted my lips. He pushed his fingers inside my mouth and grins. "Suck them."
I started sucking on his fingers and swirling my tongue around them, tasting his salty cum. His eyes rolled back a little and I saw him shuddering for a moment. "Damn, you wanna suck my cock maybe?"
I did let go of them and chuckled as I pressed myself pass his body to wrap my towel around my wet body. " Maybe next time.."
"Oh so you wanna do this more often, huh?"
Oh and how we both didn't knew at that moment how often actually.
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Haunted
Male!Yandere Poltergeist x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober
Oct 13th
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summary: when youâre dared to go to a haunted house, you bring something inhuman back with you.
warnings: dubcon, somno, breeding, belly bulge, pregnancy
A/N: this is a 6k word commission!!
When your friends dared you to check out a haunted house, of course you accepted. You were never one to turn down a dare, even if you were afraid.
Tying back your hair, you made sure you packed your flashlight and water before tying your shoes and heading out.
It had been rainy recently. Puddles littered the ground, and the sky was a sad gray. The news reporter mentioned a thunderstorm that night⌠but you shrugged it off.
âIâll be home before then, everything is going to be okay. As long as I make it out before 8 pm, I can be back at my apartment before itâs too stormy to walk home safely.â
In the past few years, you had taken an interest in the paranormal, occasionally visiting haunted hot spots and taking a look. Your friends said they found it creepy and dangerous, but now they were daring you to go check out an abandoned building⌠maybe they were changing their minds?
You stopped as the sidewalk ended and wild grass began. It seemed no one cleaned and maintained the sidewalk past this point, allowing the grass to become overgrown.
âThatâs inconvenient. Hope I donât slipâŚâ
Taking careful steps, you wandered further down the road, making sure to be aware of your surroundings. You werenât exactly in a great part of town, there had even recently been a robbery in a neighborhood nearby.
But from what you heard from your friends, most people steered clear of the haunted house, fearing that they would be cursed if they stepped in.
You, however, were far from afraid. In fact, you were super excited to see if the rumors were true! Of course you were a bit nervous, but it paled in comparison to your excitement.
The abandoned house before you was two stories high, with large windows covered in boards that had been nailed in after a few break-ins.
You could tell the house had been white at some point in time, but now it was almost a grayish yellow, the paint chipping away to reveal the wood underneath.
The porch had a few holes which you attempted to avoid, but yelped when you stepped on a weak floorboard and fell through.
Thankfully you were able to pull your foot out of the toe easily with only a few scratches on your ankle.
As you walked in, the smell of decay and rot hit your nose, making you cover it with your sleeve. The house had been abandoned for years now, and if you hadnât known, youâd think it had never been lived in at all.
Perhaps items had been stolen, or maybe nothing had ever been there in teb first place, because the house was bare. No furniture or personal items besides a few chairs and tables on the first floor⌠there arenât even any appliances in the kitchen.
âI guess even the oven was taken.â
You glanced around the kitchen, noticing a space meant for an oven, but lacking one. âI wonder if itâs different upstairsâŚâ
Climbing up the steps wasnât easy, and you feared you would fall with each step you climbed. Your foot even fell through one, nearly knocking you off balance!
âCrap! Agh⌠maybe I shouldnât go upstairsâŚâ
But⌠you had to. You werenât sure why, but something was drawing you upstairs, beckoning you to exploreâŚ
When you finally reached the top of the staircase, you sighed in relief. At least the flooding looked stable enough, no holes and the boards werenât too creakyâŚ
There were three doors to explore, and you decided to look into the closest one first.
The door was plain white, and upon opening it you were met with a pretty basic bedroom. A bed and a dresser, with a broken lamp sitting on a nightstand.
The next room was mostly empty, only a bare bed with a few leaves that flew in from the broken window.
The last room wasnât easy to get into. You struggled with the doorknob for a moment, then broke it. That allowed you to get in, but you did feel bad breaking something without a good reason.
Walking into the room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was.
There wasnât a spec of dust on the bed or nightstand, as if someone had been keeping everything meticulously clean. This was a stark contrast to the other dirty, disheveled rooms covered in dust and debris that was common for a long since abandoned house.
You tread lightly, knowing that upper floors in old houses like these could sometimes be dangerous. The wood could have rotted, or maybe termites chewed through and created thin spots in the floor.
A shimmer out of the corner of your eye made you turn. On the nightstand was a silver locket, shining Iâm the evening sun.
âOh wow, is that real silver?â
You picked it up, turning it in the light to get a good look at it. It seemed to be well taken care of, but it was jammed shut. Despite you trying to open it multiple times, you couldnât seem to.
Suddenly it felt⌠strangely warm, and had a slight tremble to it. The locket almost felt like it was.. pulsatingâŚ
You felt a strange urge to take it with youâŚ
âWell⌠no one has lived here for years. It⌠shouldnât matter if I take it home.â
After tucking it away in your pocket, you made it downstairs and got ready to leave.
For a moment you considered staying longer and exploring the basement and backyard, but suddenly your thigh felt like it was burning!
You yelped, running outside and reaching into your pocket. The second you were outside of the house, the burning feeling was gone.
Had the locket suddenly become hot or were you just imagining things?
Regardless, you decided that going home was for the best. It was getting late after all, and you werenât a fan of being outside when it got dark out.
As it started to sprinkle lightly right as you got home, you were grateful you left when you did. You might have been trapped in that old house for the night if you had explored any further.
A strange thought came to your head just then. Did⌠the locket know it was going to rain?
âThatâs ridiculousâŚâ you thought to yourself as you changed out of your damp clothes, looking at the locket while you turned on the shower.
âItâs just a necklaceâŚâ
You stepped in, letting the water wash over your body and warm you up. It felt nice, after exploring such an old and dusty house to get all clean and watch the dirt wash away.
You placed a hand over your soft belly, rubbing the soap inyo your skin. âMmmâŚâ
The shower was relaxing for a bit, but you nearly jumped out of your skin when you caught something in your peripheral vision.
There was a tall, dark figure standing behind the shower curtain, seemingly⌠facing away from you?
You quickly pulled back the curtain, holding a shampoo bottle as a weapon⌠but no one was there.
â⌠maybe Iâve been watching too many horror movies. Going to that old house has me feeling anxious.â
You wrapped a towel around your body, trying to ignore the horrible feeling in your gut. It was like your body was screaming at you that someone was there and you were being watched.
âIâll feel better after I eat something. Iâll watch a comedy movie, that should calm me down at least a little bit.â
Once the TV was on, the towel wrapped around your body dropped to the floor, leaving you completely bare.
Before you could get dressed, you felt like there were eyes on you again. It made you feel self conscious, like you were being stared at without your knowledge.
You hurriedly ran to your closet, throwing on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt to cover yourself.
âH-hello? Is anyone there? I⌠can feel you staring at meâŚâ
There was no answer, just the sound of thunder outside. You felt stupid, it was probably just the paranoia from being in that stupid abandoned house still making you think someone was watching you!
âThis is stupidâŚâ
You huffed, settling into your bed and watching some TV. There was no one in your home, you were completely safe and that was that!
At least⌠thatâs what you kept telling yourself. Even as you finally relaxed a bit and got ready for bed, you still felt an aching sensation in your gut telling you something was wrong, that you had brought some kind of curse of demon home with you from that abandoned house.
But even so, you were too tired to make a fuss and decided to go to bed. It was late and you needed sleep for the class you had tomorrow! You didnât want to be late againâŚ
You drifted off, clutching your pillow as the locket on your nightstand shone in the moonlight. It was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep.
When you awoke in the middle of the night, something felt wrong. It was nighttime so it was normal for it to be dark⌠but usually at least a bit of moonlight shone through your sheer curtains.
But as you glanced around your room with your groggy eyes, you could barely make out your furniture in the overbearing darknessâŚ
You were so confused with how dark it was that you didnât even notice the figure staring down at you until you laid back down.
âAh-!â
Your mouth was covered, and you shook in fear as your body was paralyzed with fear. All you could do was tremble and stare up into the⌠handsome face of a dark haired man.
âDonât scream. Not here to hurt youâŚâ he murmured, holding a finger to his lips.
He sighed, scratching the back of his head. âI wasnât expecting you to wake up all of a sudden⌠itâs dangerous for a girl to be living on her own, you know? But donât worryâŚâ
He moved his hand from your mouth to your hair, ruffling it. âYour big brother is looking out for you.â
You watched on in shock as he placed the locket in your hand, then slowly faded away. That man⌠he just disappeared? What!?
It wasnât easy going back to sleep, but you were beyond exhausted and had a class in the morning. Who was that man⌠and why had he called himself your big brother?
In the morning, you thought you had left the locket behind in the trash. You threw it away the second you woke up, hoping that would stop whatever was happening.
But alas, as you walked towards your college campus and reached into your pocket to take out your phone, you felt the familiar cool surface of the silver locket.
âFuck.â
You spotted your friends standing outside of the building, and you jogged over to meet them.
âHey guys!â
They turned, some frowning while the others put up a half assed smile. âHey. Did you go to the haunted house last night?â
You nodded, scratching the back of your head. âYeah⌠it was pretty scary. I didnât stay for too long.â
The leader frowned. She tapped against her school binder with her sharp acrylic nails. âReally? You couldnât even stay the night?â
You shrunk under her judging gaze, your eyes on the floor. âYou didnât say I had to stay the nightâŚâ
She scowled. âI shouldnât have to tell you whatâs obvious, dumbass. You want to be a part of our sorority, you have to do the dares just like the other initiates. We let you try, even though youâreâŚâ
The woman looked down at your belly, then back to your face. âTubby. Just be grateful.â
You nodded, looking away from her. âAlright⌠Iâm sorry.â
As soon as you apologized, the woman smiled. âOh, donât worry about it. You didnât stay the night, but you still went to the house. SoâŚâ
She pulled out a card. âHereâs the official invitation to one of our parties. Itâs in your honor.â
You beamed, grabbing hold of the letter. âOh wow, really? I thought I still had more to doâŚâ
âShh, youâve done enough. Just be there on time, okay? We have something special planned for you.â
You all got settled in your seats, and you left to use the bathroom. You were so excited, youâd finally get to join the best sorority on campus!
But as soon as you were out of earshot, the group of girls started giggling. âGod, sheâs so gullible. She really thinks weâd let someone like her into our sorority.â
The leader leaned back in her chair, folding her legs. âAs soon as she steps through the door, weâll all throw food at our little piggy. Hell, maybe sheâll get on the ground and start eating everything weâve thrown at her.â
They all laughed, other students glancing at them in annoyance and disgust. But they all knew that trying to go against them was a suicide mission. The leaderâs father was the sheriff, and she was a daddyâs girl.
The locket pulsed with anger from your backpack, emitting an uncomfortable heat. The entity in your locket had heard every single wordâŚ
And he wouldnât let them do that to you.
As you walked home after class, you yelped when a man materialized next to you. He kept a hand on your waist, guiding you home.
âY-youâre the man from last nightâŚâ
He nodded, keeping you close as he walked. âI am. You have some⌠interesting friends.â
ââŚâ
You werenât stupid, you knew they werenât good friends, but your mother and grandmother had been in that sorority, and you wanted to make them proud.
â⌠theyâre not all that bad. Theyâre throwing me a party this weekendâŚâ
He didnât answer, his grip on your waist tightening. âYou shouldnât go.â
You frowned. âI donât really have a choice. If I donât go, thereâs no way Iâm getting into the sorority.â
The ghost sighed, walking into your home with you.
âW-wait!â
You grabbed the locket out of your bag. âWhy⌠arenât I freaking out? Youâre that weird ghost thing! Get out of my house.â
But you didnât feel scared, there was a strange calmness in your chest that made you feel uneasy.
He approached, and you began to feel almost tired, lethargic.
âItâs because Iâm keeping you calm. Last night your heart rate spiked and you were terrified of my very presence, so Iâve been doing my best to eliminate your fears and anxieties.â
He brushed back your hair, his touch cool on your flushed skin. âEasy⌠itâs strange, I know⌠but Iâm not here to hurt you. Iâm keeping you safe, remember?â
That night you stayed up late researching ghosts and other supernatural phenomena. Not much turned up for ghosts being able to control your emotions⌠just the average poltergeists throwing shit around and scaring the life out of people.
This ghost seemed more like a guardian angel than a poltergeist, but you had no idea why he was protecting you or what from.
You ended up drifting off with your laptop still on. The ghost materialized beside you, his eyes moving over your figure.
Your body was soft and fragile, unlike the younger siblings he had taken care of during his life. Heâd been the oldest of seven brothers, and had never gotten the chance to be with a girl, much less watch one sleep.
When you picked up his locket, he felt an instant connection to you. Many people had stolen the silver locket before, but he simply haunted them until they returned it to the haunted house.
His resting place.
With you, though? His heart felt heavy at the very thought of anything hurting you. He wanted to protect you, to watch over you every second of the day and hold you closeâŚ
So⌠he must have loved you like a sibling then, right?
He had never been in love before, the only love he ever experienced was the brotherly love he had for his younger siblings.
He needed to know more about women, what they needed and how they acted. You were almost like a different species to him at this pointâŚ
So he glanced at your laptop before slowly sliding it towards him. It took him a few minutes to learn how it worked, but thankfully he had been watching you like a hawk as you typed away earlier and had a basic understanding.
He died nearly a hundred years ago, so without that he would have been clueless! The ghost was smart though, and began searching for answers regarding the female gender.
First, he looked up the definition, nodding along as if it was new information to him. Then, he thought for a momentâŚ
What else did he want to know?
âWell⌠if she gets injured, I should know what her anatomy is like so I can help her.â
During his time, many people said women and men were completely different, so he wanted to know. Searching through the internet, he looked up the anatomy of a female bodyâŚ
Most of it was diagrams of internal organs and bone structure⌠and then he found something⌠intriguing.
A picture of a vagina, fingers pulling back the lips to reveal the glistening clit. His body reacted to the picture, and he found himself feeling confused.
His heart raced against his rib cage, his throat dry as his shaky hands typed out the name of the female sex organ.
âVaginaâŚâ
So many pictures popped up, and his eyes went wide with the variety of different shaped, colored, and sized pussies on screen. He felt his cock twitch in his pants when he stumbled upon a certain gif.
A womanâs wet cunt hovered over a fat cock, slowly lowering herself onto it, letting it stretch her out.
He glanced at you, his eyes moving down your form and to your loose lounge shorts. What did your pussy look like..?
His eyes went wide and he shook his head. âNo⌠I⌠shouldnât think things like that⌠I have to protect her.â
But even as those thoughts echoed through his head, he couldnât help but inch closer, slowly pulling back the loose fabric of your shorts and looking at the soft outline of your pretty cunt.
He let out a shaky breath, slowly pulling back your panties to get a good look at you.
His cock twitched, aching as he stared down at your pussy for the very first time. This⌠was perplexing. His entire body was telling him to touch and feel you for himself, to spread open your pussy lips and see your cute, perky clitâŚ
He was so confused, his body hot as he struggled to control his urges. What did he feel for you? Why did he want to court you, to kiss your plump lips and slip his fingers inside of you?
Images of you splayed out on the bed, your legs spread wide open to give him a nice view appeared in his wandering mind.
Your fingers moved over your clit, rubbing and circling it, before you moved down to your wet hole, slowly inserting a fingerâŚ
He shook his head, looking down to see his cock hard and pressing against his pants, wanting to be let out. He bit his lip, walking over to look at your lovely sleeping face. The ghost hesitantly pulled out his cock, stroking it shyly over your face.
Right before he came he stepped back, cumming all over your blanket. It was sticky and strangely cold, his flushed and body relaxed as he panted softly.
That felt way too goodâŚ
Before he knew what he was doing, he curiously leaned forward and licked your cheek. You tasted so lovely, he couldnât help but move his tongue down your body, to your clothed breast and finally to your soft tummy.
He planted a kiss there, before he slowly but surely slipped off your shorts. You woke up right as he gave your pussy a curious lick, your mouth being covered before you could scream.
Was this it? Was he finally showing his true colors and ready to devour you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to feel the pain of his teeth on your body, but instead felt soft lips on your clit.
When you peeked at him, he looked up eagerly, as if waiting for you to teach and guide him through this. He wasnât trying to hurt you⌠he was just curious.
You whined softly, slowly moving his head and hiding his tongue to your hole, letting out a breathy sigh as he slipped his tongue in. It felt so damn good, you were close to cumming already.
Not understanding that your orgasm was close, he pulled away right before you could cum, his lips glazed over with your juices and his eyes wide with excitement. âD-did I do good?â
You groaned in frustration, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back, finally riding out your high on his tongue.
He seemed eager to please, and just so curious about your body⌠after you were done, he sat on your bed and played with your hair, watching over you as you drifted off.
When you woke up, he was gone again. The lovely was sitting on your nightstand, and when you sat up and yawned, he appeared.
He was a bit shy from your encounter last night, holding a few flowers in his hand. After you put them in a vase, you realized that they were stolen from your neighborâs lawn⌠but the effort was still cute.
That day, he followed you around while you completed your chores, giving you a dopey smile and causing minor accidents for whatever poor soul dared to approach you.
He was getting more possessive by the day, disliking when any male spoke to you for longer than a few seconds. You were his, didnât they understand that!?
When someone walked by you, a flower pot would fall into their feet or a rock would move to trip them.
It was confusing, seeing all these people end up hurt or hospitalized all the time. You wondered if you might be cursedâŚ
You were chatting with a handsome barista when the coffee pot next to him suddenly tipped over, spilling boiling coffee all over him.
âA-are you okay!?â
While trying to help him, suddenly he slipped on a puddle of water that hadnât been there before.
Your ghost friend stayed invisible, pouring a cup of water on the floor just moments beforeâŚ
After multiple tests, you realized you were the only one that could see the ghost. You werenât sure if he was brought on by some kind of stress from working so hard or perhaps you really were being haunted. Either way, you could never tell anyone about him. People would think you were crazy, and you didnât want to get locked away in an asylum forever.
But strangely, your little ghost friend wasnât that bad of a houseguest. He never made a mess, watched over you while you slept, and even when there were some break ins next door, you were the only one spared.
He really was protecting you.
âIâm⌠going out today.â
You looked up from your breakfast, watching as your ghost roommate materialized in front of you. Going out? He was always by your sideâŚ
âReally? Are you like⌠moving on to the next plain of existence or something?â
He chuckled, leaning against the wall. âAm I that annoying, hmm? No, Iâve just got some business to attend to.â
He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately before fading away into nothing, leaving you to wonder what a ghost would do for business.
The ghost stood over another corpse, his body free of blood due to his incorporable form. It was one of the girls who had been planning to humiliate you.
Her jaw was ripped from its socket, tangling from her disfigured face. He glanced down at her phone, picking it up and looking over the contacts.
The leader on his list⌠and he was saving her for last.
The news of the sorority murders had the entire campus paranoid. Police suspected a serial killer was on the loose and targeting young girls in the sorority, so you found yourself at the station, being questioned during a quiet October day.
âAnd that was the last time you saw her?â asked the officer, holding up a picture of the latest victim.
You gave him a nod, wiping the tears from your cheeks. âYes⌠I hope my information can be useful, have you gotten any leads yet?â
âThat information is confidential, maâam, but rest assured weâll catch the sick son of a bitch responsible for this.â
You were driven home by one of the officers, and walked in feeling exhausted. The entire week was weighing down on you, and you only felt safe when your ghost roommate greeted you.
âWelcome homeâŚâ he murmured, reaching forward to gently caress your cheek. âYouâve been crying⌠did someone hurt you?â
The way he asked sent a shiver down your spine. âNo⌠itâs justâŚâ
You sat down, his fingers rubbing circles into your back as you spoke. âAll of my friends have been killed⌠and I donât know what to doâŚâ
You couldnât see the smirk on his face, but you felt the way his grip tightened on your hips, rocking them slightly. âItâs sad, but you have me, love. Thatâs all you needâŚâ
Before you could speak, he had you laying on your back, his hands pinning down your wrists. âThose friends werenât good people, love⌠I can protect you, take care of you. Provide for youâŚâ
His fingers traced down your body, to your belly. The ache in his gut returned, and his mind was filled with images of your belly swelling up, being heavy and full with his baby⌠would it matter that your friends were dead when you were waddling around, pregnant and happy?
You whimpered softly, feeling his teeth graze your neck as he palmed his erection. âI realized⌠that I really love you. That day you picked up my locket⌠was basically our wedding day.â
His lips crashed into yours, teeth and tongues clashing as the kiss became rough and passionate. These last few weeks had been torture, watching you speak to other people, having to be away from you for even a second was the worst.
âM-Mmph!â
You were getting wet from all this attention, your body feeling warm as he stripped you of your clothes. But you felt guilty, here you were making out with a ghost while your friends were dead and/or in danger!
âN-not now-â
You yelped, his fingers pressing against the wet fabric of your panties. Already you were soaking wet, your face heating up in shame.
âNot now? But youâre so wet⌠you want this, you know you doâŚâ
Your whines and protest went unheard as he slipped his fingers into your cunt, and no matter how much you squirmed he kept you still as he lapped softly at your clit.
âPretty girl, that feels good, doesnât it?â
You came on his tongue and fingers several times, your hole clenching around nothing as he sucked on your clit, his hands keeping your thighs spread open.
âYou want me to fuck you, hmm? Wanna feel my cum fill you all the way up?â
You let out a pathetic whine as he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt, your eyes full of pleasured tears. The man wasnât sure he could get you pregnant, he was a ghost after all, but god damn it he was going to try his best!
The feeling of him slowly pushing into your virgin hole was⌠strange. Painful, a stretch that you had never felt before, yet oddly⌠a sense of pleasure began to set in as he bottomed out.
He cooed softly, his hand moving over your soft belly, his eyes on your pretty cunt as it took his cock. âThatâs my good girlâŚâ
He started slow, not wanting to hurt his darling. Thrusting in and out, almost agonizing in the way his cock moved inside of your gummy walls.
Soon he couldnât take it, the need to breed his lovely darling taking over. He pushed your legs up, beginning to fuck you in a mating press as his lips met yours.
âF-fuck, thatâs it⌠take it, let me knock you upâŚâ
He was desperate, almost like a wild animal, and determined to get you pregnant. He didnât care if he was a ghost or not, he was planting his seed in your belly.
A family with you was all he could ever want, getting to see you hold his little one in your arms and waddle around with a cute pregnant belly⌠just the thought of being the one to knock you up had him spurting out thick, ectoplasm like cum into your womb.
âC-canât get pregnant!â you whimpered out, wiggling nervously. âGotta finish collegeâŚâ
âQuiet, darlingâŚâ
He panted softly, looking down at you for a moment as his hips continued to fit into yours. You looked beautiful now, with your face flushed and eyes hazy from pleasure. If he could, heâd take a picture so he could always remember you in this state of utter bliss.
âIâll take care of everything, donât worry your pretty little headâŚâ
Even after finishing inside of you again, your ghost lover wasnât quite done with you. He stood, holding you up in a full Nelson while fucking into you. Your belly was starting to distend, so full of his cum that your pussy drooled.
Your neck was sensitive from all the hickeys he had left, and you could barely think while his cock pushed in as deep as it could go, kissing your cervix. He had you look down and watch as his cock moved in and out of your, your pretty pussy clenching around him in yet another orgasm.
âA-Ah!â
Soft whines and whimpers left your throat. It couldnât be helped, there was a bulge in your tummy now, his cum had stuffed you full. âC-canât⌠take anymoreâŚâ
He kissed your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. âJust a little more, darling⌠shh, just take itâŚâ
He rubbed your clit, cooing at you like you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. Your leg twitched with the sudden stimulation he was giving your clit, and you can again, your body sore from the multiple orgasms youâve already had.
The love making lasted long into the night, and you found yourself passing out after cumming nearly 10 timesâŚ
But your loverâs night was far from over. After cleaning you up a little and placing a blanket over your naked form so you wouldnât catch a cold, he set out to see to his unfinished businessâŚ
The leader was terrified, holed up in her bedroom alone as her father patrolled the house. Everyone else in her friend group was dead, leaving her the final girl on his list.
He watched her from the window, smirking as her father walked around, oblivious to the danger his snot nosed brat was in.
She got up, sighing. âThat creep wonât get past dad. I bet that stupid girl has something to do with this. Even if she doesnât, if I say the word sheâll be sent to prison.â
The ghost sneered at her words. She really planned to send his innocent lover to prison? Any hesitation he may have had was gone instantly.
He followed her to the bathroom, frowning in disgust as she disrobed. She was nowhere near as gorgeous as you were, he simply wasnât interested in any other woman than you.
âAhhâŚâ
Once she settled into the bath, he took his chance and started to cause the light to flicker. This caused her to jump, nearly slipping on the slick bottom of the tub.
âH-hello?â
A soft whisper in her ear made her turn, her eyes wide with terror. âI-if thereâs anyone here, you better go before my dad sees you! Heâs the sheriff and if I scream-â
âHe wonât be able to hear you.â
Hands wrapped around her throat, restricting her air flow. Suddenly she was able to see him, his appearance that of what he looked like when he died.
His black hair was stringy, his clothes ripped and torso torn apart to reveal his rotting organs.
âYou should have been more careful. You messed with someone I love, and for that, youâll pay with your life.â
Unable to scream, her vision went black, and her body limp. He let her sink into the tub, a few bubbles escaping before the bubbles stopped.
In a flash, he was back to his handsome self, a smile on his lips. âMy darling is free nowâŚâ
You woke up to your TV being switched on, the news reporter staring into the camera with a sorrowful gaze. âAnother girl from the local sorority has been killed. While police investigated the premises, they found multiple books full of images of other girls forced into humiliation ritual, along with evidence of her father, the sheriff, helping her cover her crimes up. He is on paid le-â
You shut off the TV, feeling both relieved you hadnât attended that party, and sad that she died. She wasnât a good person, you knew that, but you were, and it hurt your heart to see someone die so young.
âHello, my darlingâŚâ
You felt a cold hand brush against your belly. There was still a bulge there from all the cum that had been stuffed into you the night before.
âSleep well, my darling?â
The ghost kissed your temple, nuzzling against you. âI guess⌠Iâm still pretty tired though.â
He moved to gently massage your sore spots, eyes fixed on your tummy. âSorry, I think I may have gotten⌠carried away.â
His grip on you tightened, and the air felt a little colder. âYou understand that youâre mine, correct? That moment you picked up that locket, we were tied together for eternity. You canât get rid of me, Iâll always return to youâŚâ
His fingers dug into your flesh. âAnd if you want your future to be a happy one, youâll learn to accept things. I donât want to hurt my precious one, after all⌠not like those other girls.â
It didnât look like you had much of a choice in the matter. You could either accept that this was your life now, or end up like the sorority girls. Little did you know he was bluffing a bit. He would never actually harm you, but he wasnât against scaring you into thinking he would.
As the years passed by, you got used to your life with him. He was much too possessive for you to go out and see people other than your family, meaning you had to give up college or see people get hurt on your behalf.
But lately heâs calmed down a little⌠since heâs a father now.
He smiled as you walked down the street, holding your 3 year oldâs hand. Your little one was a curious thing, loving to go to the park and take walks in the woods near your home.
As you walked down the path, an elderly couple stopped you to coo at your son. You glanced at your now husband to gauge his expression, and he seemed to be okay with it.
âOh, how cute!â
âThank you,â you replied with a smile. âHe looks just like his father.â
As you walked home, your little one disappeared from the sight of other mortals, hovering in the air with your husband. He was half ghost after all, it made sense he could do things other kids couldnât.
Your lover smiled softly, his hand moving over your belly as he watched your son chase a butterfly.
â⌠about time for our second little one, isnât it?â
Looks like you were in for another passionate night.
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pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, light choking but not (he doesnât squeeze), one instance of spitting, itâs established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker iâm tired of westernizing shit
a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun đľâđŤ this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration đŽâđ¨ cockblocked by my own brain
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yeonjunâs sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time youâve seen the other side of his door â though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something youâre going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.
his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him â your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock â and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.
the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that youâre almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what heâs doing, and you donât.
well⌠sort of.
everything happened only a few hours before.
your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who youâve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that youâd first met him.
itâd been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely â has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? â and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.
(or should you say, all came together).
everyone knows to watch out once beomgyuâs got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when heâd decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else heâd âjust have to do something about it himselfâ (whatever that meant).
to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.
your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyuâs head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyunâs âdamn,â as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek â he swore he didnât mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out â and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.
the only one who had yet to say anything wasâŚ
you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjunâs eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.
your own widened marginally.
he didnât look disgusted. he didnât look put off. in fact, he lookedâŚ..
your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,
âwell? what should we do about it then?â
and everything changed from there.
~
it hadnât taken long for beomgyuâs quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyukaâs part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight â and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friendâs quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.
a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.
your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.
âhi,â yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.
his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.
his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face â his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
ââŚhi,â you whispered back.
he breathed out a small laugh.
âi wanted to talk to you, but i didnât want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.â
âr-right..â
why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-
your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.
âlisten... i know that weâve never talked about this thing between us. i didnât wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about itâŚâ
with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
âwell, iâm not gonna deny what he said, and iâm pretty sure that iâm right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.â
you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.
your fried brain didnât even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, âhey, whatâs taking so long?!â and the scent of yeonjunâs cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,
âif you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.â
and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, âiâm coming, just couldnât decide what to eat!â
and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.
~
you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment â their focus primarily resting on yeonjunâs uncharacteristic opt-out that heâd blamed on a sudden migraine.
you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight in the opposite direction before heading back up towards the apartment.
youâdâve been lying if you said that you didnât consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjunâs eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.
yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know â wants you.
and now here you are on his bed.
when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that youâre not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that heâs genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; heâs older than you â not by much, but still â and the number one thing on your mind right now:
heâs experienced.
now youâre no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjunâs ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything heâs blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).
and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes â well, you know right then that youâre a goner.
âhi,â he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.
this is the first time youâve ever truly been alone with him.
he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.
âi like you.â he says simply.
in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - ây-yeah-â you clear your throat - âum, yeah, i think we established that.â
his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, heâs a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).
âi.. like you too,â you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,
âi know.â
the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.
his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, âis this okay?â and you donât know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.
âwords, baby.â his voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them â
ây-yes.â
and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.
whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex â
none of it compared to this.
you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you donât care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
you canât even imagine how dazed you must look â but his knowing smile tells you enough.
you canât explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.
fuck, you want him bad.
youâre pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what youâve been so badly wanting to:
you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.
his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.
it doesnât take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.
you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like itâs what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.
the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.
âoppa,â you whisper, pleadingly, and you donât even know what youâre asking for but you know that you just need more.
âhm?â he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,
and itâs like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - âwant more, baby?â
you nod quickly with a weak, âmhm,â and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.
âtell oppa what you want.â
the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.
he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.
âi.. i-i wantâŚâ
you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you havenât experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth â but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,
âi-iâve never been⌠well iâve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..â
in your peripheral you can see yeonjunâs brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. âwhat?â
a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, âhow could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?â
your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; thereâs a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjunâs stare that youâve never been looked at with before.
his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and itâs like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,
âlet me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he shouldâve.â
your head spins.
youâve never felt so desired.
the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before heâs moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips â you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.
eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.
âlift for me,â he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.
âfuck,â he whispers, practically groans,
âcanât believe no oneâs ever tasted such a pretty pussy before⌠gonna eat you so good, baby..â
youâre going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.
teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.
âgetting brave, now, are we?â he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.
slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,
âbetter be careful, doll⌠any game you try to play, i can play it better.â
and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that heâs ruined you for any other man.
how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjunâs velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?
no, thereâs no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.
âeyes on me, princess,â he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.
his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers âgood girl,â - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.
âso fucking good,â he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair â you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.
youâre about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.
âthatâs it, baby,â he grunts, âuse my face. want it so bad, donât you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddyâs tongue.â
something unholy snaps inside of you at that.
âf-fuck-â you cry, doing exactly as he said; you canât help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;
you donât realize whatâs happening at first as youâre carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning âfuck, fuck, thatâs it, baby, thatâs it -â and heâs three fingers deep as you realize youâre squirting.
itâs as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when itâs suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.
âyou did so good, baby, holy shit..â the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips arenât kissing;
youâre still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as youâre quick to blurt in embarrassment, âi-iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to-â
ây/n.â yeonjun looks up. âseriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.â
you can see in his eyes that heâs telling the truth.
âr-really?â
he laughs, finally sitting up; âbaby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.â he pushes his hair out of his face and itâs only then that you realize how heavy heâs breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.
ây/n, iâm so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-â
you meet his eyes again quickly,
âplease, i need to be inside you.â
apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that youâre sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.
âif you donât fuck me right now iâm gonna go clinically insane.â
his brows lift only for a moment before heâs laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. âwell we canât have that, now, can we?â
he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; âfuck,â you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; âfuck,â you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.
his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing youâve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.
if it were anyone else, youâd wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows heâs all that only makes him 10x hotter.
you canât tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.
but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.
âno.â
he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows â
âwant you to fuck me raw.â
his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,
âare you sure?â
you bite your lip and quickly nod. âwanna feel you,â you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as heâs back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.
his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say youâre mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.
âgonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that itâll be dripping out of it for days,â he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.
âplease,â you whine, âwant it, please-!â
his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.
âso good for me,â he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; âsuch a good girl, begging for daddy.â
and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.
âfuuck..â he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.
he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg thatâs slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.
you canât breathe, canât speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didnât even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;
how tight you are, how good you feel, how heâs gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.
and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you donât jolt up the bed â well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that youâve had a taste, youâre already rendered insatiable.
you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.
âlook at you,â yeonjun coos breathlessly, âso drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.â
he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.
âj-jjunie..!â you whimper, and you canât help the nickname from slipping between your lips; youâve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;
âsay that again,â he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.
âjjunie,â you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.
âlove it when you say my name, fuck,â he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear itâs about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than youâve ever came in your life.
âyes, yes, yes, fuck, thatâs it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck youâre so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-â
yeonjunâs voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesnât stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.
ât-too much, too much-!â you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you donât actually want him to stop and he knows it too â he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.
âyou can give me one more, baby, canât you?â
a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.
âone more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.â
your pussy clenches. âw-want your cum,â you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.
âi know,â his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; âand iâm gonna give it to you.â
your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.
âass up for me, pretty girl.â
you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.
his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.
âdonât worry, baby,â he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, âwe have all the time in the world.â
your heart doesnât even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.
you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.
âlove the way you fall apart around me,â he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, âlove how you take me so wellâŚâ
you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you donât have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.
from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.
âlove.. l-love your.. love this so much⌠w-wanna be yoursâŚâ
he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.
âyouâre mine, baby, youâre mine..â he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,
âiâve wanted you for so long.. canât believe i finally get to have you.â his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.
âiâve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please donât stop..!â
your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly thatâs threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.
âtouch yourself for me, baby,â he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;
âgonna cum, gonna cum,â you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjunâs cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,
âcum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-â
and when your third orgasm washes over you, youâre too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.
the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didnât realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.
he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.
you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, thereâs only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.
his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.
âhi,â he whispers.
you giggle again.
âhi,â you whisper back.
âso.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?â
your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. âi was worried youâd just want to stick to the sex..â you admit.
yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.
ânah, youâre stuck with me now, princess,â he grins. âi meant what i said⌠iâve been wanting you for so long.â
an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.
you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.
âmy girl,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
âi meant what i said too,â you murmur against him.
âmine since the second you saw me, huh?â yeonjunâs cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.
âyeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.â
instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;âstop, that tickles!â
âgotta make up for all the lost time when i didnât make a move,â he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips â youâve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each otherâs arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;
âdoes this count as our first date?â you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.
âno way, iâm gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.â
you snort. âisnât that what this is?â
but you donât have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.
you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.
that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobinâs tipsy mumble. âwhat the⌠what are y/nâs shoes doing here?â
you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friendsâ voices fall silent.
the seconds pass and you almost wonder if youâre in the clearâŚ
but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.
âOH MY GOD,â he screams.
âTHEY FUCKED!â
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a long way from the playground // rafe cameron x reader
summary ; when you met rafe on the playground of the school, he was such a crybaby but you were there for him as his most beloved (and unique) friend until that accident which happened in high school.
seven years after that argument, you met him again. and mostly, seven years after, the crybaby that you know became the big boy that everyone knows.
genre ; childhood bestfriends to strangers to lovers (literally my favorite trope of the world), slight of angst, fluff, and smut. he fell first (and alone at first lmfao...)but she fell harder trope. one-shot.
warnings ; argument, family issues, mentions of cheating, smut, miscommunication, mentions of anger issues, fear of abandonment/being alone, jealousy, first time/virginity, past/present, violence ?( reader slapping rafe), being pogue/kook is not a big deal, mentions of rafe's mother.
author's note : it's 4k. was inspired by eighteen by one direction and to build a home by the cinematic orchestra. trying myself on something soft and kinda angst (but more in a bittersweet way.)
rafe was not always being the big boy everyone knew. it had taken seven years between the two of you for him to become stronger and more mature. when you met him, he was a whiny little boy who loved to fight, but cried every time you treated his wounds. you always managed to make him smile when you placed a bandage on the bleeding bruise and promised him that if he calmed down, the injury would disappear.
you started being there for him from the moment you were just seven years old.you understood that rafe needed someone in his life, because no one was there for him. you never understood why, but people loved to say, even the teacher and his family that there was something weird about him.
you heard the others spreading rumors about it a couple times. it was so easy to criticize others rather than judge yourself. at that moment, rafe didn't scare anyone. it was not because he had the prestigious cameron name that it made his classmates fear him.
he was like everyone else, there was no kook or pogue. everyone was too young to be different, the prey could be anyone in the group, but the leader always remained the same.
the first time you and rafe cameron were really close was on mother's day. the whole class had been assigned to make a gift and in the most saddest way possible, everyone had a mother to give their present to. everyone except Rafe, but you didn't know about that before the accident.
having finished making your own gift, you surprised your friend from behind and he dropped his vase on the ground. you had never felt so sad in your entire life when you saw the broken glass on the floor. you could clearly feel your heart cracking in your ribcage, your veins freezing, and your breath dying in your throat, the hot rush of tears inside your eyes.
"rafe, i'm really sorry. I...really, I didn't mean to..."
âitâs okay, y/n. I didnât have anyone to give it to anyway...â
his voice cracked slightly in his knotted throat as he managed to not show you how hurt he was. he was trying to be strong, and not a crybaby â that nickname that you given him every time. and his eyes had become so full and wet with tears, the blue ocean of his eyes drowning in the hot little boy whines.
rafe cameron was a broken child, not just since you broke his vase. no, always. since he no longer had his mother. and you realized it in such a cruel way that you wanted to disappear.
he had so many tears, and you felt like they could flow down his cheeks forever, that even an eternity wouldn't be enough to wipe them away. and even if you had been a siren, you would never have been able to swim in water as salty as his present sadness.
"my mother...left me..." he admitted softly between sniffles, his nose red and leaky.
you felt bad but you took him against you in a tender hug, and placed your hand on his back to start caressing him gently, until he was soothed. "but you have me. and i will not leave. you know rafe, when i love someone, it's serious. i sincerely would like to make sure that you never feel alone again."
you looked into his eyes. you couldn't be more sincere.
and maybe it was from that day that rafe cameron fell in love with you, and he had never felt so good because he never thought that love could be so heartwarming and kind.
if you thought he would be the type to hide his feelings, or run away from them, you were wrong. it was the first time he felt this comfort, this happiness and he needed to show it to you. even for his family he did not have such great affection.
he loved giving you gifts. he had seen and heard that the girls really liked those kind of things so every day since Mother's Day, you received flowers, boxes of chocolates, photos of yourself accompanied by notes, volumes of your favorite book saga, CD's of your favorite singers. rafe couldn't let go of you.
since you didn't love him back, he fed on the affection and attention you gave him.
rafe took everything you had to give him - a look, a smile, a kiss on the cheek, a hug, an earphone for the two of you to share, a day in your room watching movies, a ride on the bike of your big brother, an afternoon playing in the sea.
there was nothing strange about him, nothing like the rumors could say.
ârafe, you didnât have to give me that.â you exclaimed when you saw a necklace with his initials.
âbut I wanted to. Donât you like it?â
"I love..."
Rafe would have loved to hear that you were talking about him saying those words but he was also so impatient. every boy his age had a girlfriend, and he wanted you to be his. he was not an exception to the eager youth.
what was the point of being rich, of being able to have everything if you weren't included among his treasures? he wanted you, his only friend and the only girl who mattered to him.
But also, he was lost because he was experiencing one-sided love, because above all, it hurt so much not to be loved in return, to be in love with someone to love them to a point where it mattered more than himself.
the first time you kissed rafe cameron on the lips was in high school. you were drunk, you hadn't done it on purpose.
you threw up right after, but he never blamed you. he knew it was the alcohol, not him. he even held your hair while you vomited everything into the bowl. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I..."
"I'm not mad. you're just drinking too much. I should have been more careful. you know i can't be angry with you."
yes, rafe had anger issues, serious problems managing his hard feelings. sometimes he even scared you. sometimes you even felt like he would be able to kill someone.
rafeâs hands could be deadly but whenever they were on you, pressed to your cheeks, against your hips, on your thighs, inside your hair, on your neck, they were always calm and gentle.
after that, you would never have guessed that the first time rafe cameron had touched himself, it was thinking about your lips on his mouth, something so small and pathetic but it was enough to make him so vulnerable and unable to think about anything else.
he imagined your pretty lips around his cock instead of his useless large hand, your wet open mouth pumping him as your tongue covered every inch of his growing girth. and he hated himself for having impure thoughts about you, because you looked like an angel. he had no desire to make you dirty but oh fuck â he had cum on his stomach, spurting the warm loads painting his flesh. and god he wished you were there to make him pure again.
after that, rafe had tried many times to get you out of his head. he thought of porn. but he imagined your body, your voice, your moans in place of all these actresses, and that was the only way he could come.
dating girls but it never worked. you were always the one he wanted out of all the ones that existed.
distance from you but he always came back, because without you it had always been like being in the dark. and how could he lives in darkness without the one who gave him light?
but above all, you were the one who understood him best, who always managed to soothe him, and above all who never judged him in his moments of weakness.
you were his home, where he took refuge when he had a problem with his father, when he could no longer stand Sarah's presence, when Rose was getting on his nerves, when Topper and Kelce were behaving like idiots. because you were the only person who couldn't make his existence even more shitty.
â now it's been over ten years since rafe cameron was in love with you, but only seven since you disappeared from his life.
you had another life now, a boyfriend who cheated on you and who was always angry with you, and pushing you under and under. you were stuck with the wrong guy.
you had always dreamed of being an artist, you had specialized in painting in college hoping to pursue your dream.
rafe had always accompanied you in that dream, volunteering as a model for all your portraits but you always ended up throwing all the drawings away because you were too perfectionist. for you, it was never good enough. but for your best friend, it was a masterpiece, the work of a true painter.
you drew in your spare time, but each time, you ended up drawing rafe's face. you had no idea why he was your only inspiration even though you had a boyfriend, why it was always him who motivated you to continue painting.
it was strange how rafe had made a huge impact in your life, the only boy you actually had.
â a year later, on a huge impulse, you offered your art to a museum that regularly held exhibitions. you had made arrangements with the director and tried to find rafe's contact two nights after.
you searched for his social media, last names in the directory, asked his friends but nothing had helped you. you had spent a week trying to find it but it felt like you had lost him forever, that it was like a flower that you should have cherished instead of letting it perish.
you had been a monster. you abandoned him...like his mother. like everyone else.
every time you thought about him, you always ended up crying. if it wasn't love because you were sure you didn't love him, why did it hurt so much? why did it kill you so much?
rafe had never been capable of hurting you, and yet you had stabbed him without even looking at him. you had let him give you his heart, and you had stepped on it. and maybe that was why he couldn't fall in love anymore because you had ruined all his chances of being with someone else.
rafe had confessed his feelings to you while you were in his room, talking about everything and nothing, the future and the past like children. he had grown up. he was no longer the little whiny child you had known but a big boy, the one who now had big arms to protect you, hands to dry your tears, body to warm you.
âi feel like you want to tell me something, big boy. so say it, don't make me wait or beg for it.â you teased him by stopping the movie you were watching under the blankets.
"If you weren't so blind and stupid, I wouldn't have to be so embarrassed. i really have to do all the work all the time. "
âCome on, confess it. Do you want me to close my eyes?â
â close that eyes, and shut that mouth too. â he nodded, and the minute you closed your eyes, his mouth found yours to kiss you.
âwhat does that mean?â
âare you being stupid on purpose?â he replied. "It wasn't a mistake for me in the club...I mean, I really liked it like now. Don't make me say it, y/n. "
you were embarrassed. you didn't like rafe. finally you loved him like a best friend. he had always been the friend you dreamed of, not the one you wanted to end up with.
In contrast, rafe always believed that a girl could never break his heart. but you had shown him today that he was wrong, because you had managed to hurt his feelings, to make them so depressing.
you had this control on him that he had exactly over everyone else.
"Am I still the crybaby I was to you? I've changed. "
"that has nothing to do with it. rafe, you can't love someone and think that they will love you back. love doesn't work like that, and sometimes it doesn't even work. "
âyou love someone else, right?â his tone was now louder, becoming more aggressive.
"I...n-n..."
"you love someone? who is it? tell me who it is? or don't tell me, I'll find out eventually. do you think that guy deserves you more than me ? "
ârafe, youâre scaring me. donât yell at me.â
"why? you have the right to reject me but I don't have the right to raise my voice with you... let me laugh...since you like joking with me now.â there was a sick smile on his face that you hated, and made you shake.
"Rafe, I'm not rejecting you..."
âoh, y/n, please donât lie to me. youâve never been a hypocrite, so donât be one now. don't be mean sweetheart because i would die rather than hurting you. just admit that you have someone, that you like playing with my feelings. do you think you're superior to me ? well, don't forget that i'm the only guy that give you attention so you're not that special. i made you special.â
"you win, rafe cameron. congratulations. i'm leaving."
you stood up towards the door but he rushed toward you and blocked your way.
ârafe. move.â
"asking like that? oh no, sweetheart. I've seen you be nicer than that, so you're going to give me the pleasure of asking me with better words."
âdonât make me push you. â
he laughed so hard that your ego had been hurt. "because you think i'm still the weak, whiny cameron from the past that you used to manipulate ? tskk tskk, wrong. it's over. i hold the power in the relationship now. "
ârafe, I donât want us to argue.â
â oh yea ? so why do you want to leave? give me just one good reason at least !â
âyou have to let me go.â
"and if I refuse? ah yes, I forgot, my family probably loves you more than me so they will surely come and help you if you cry or scream. so, please, show me how much my family hates and doesn't care about me. â
you felt the sadness in his voice despite the loud tone, and the condescension.
"you can't leave. what kind of girl are you? the kind who likes to break hearts?â
it was your turn to be mad at rafe so you slapped him. louder than you expected because his face had turned against the door, and a red bruise had marked his skin. you regretted your action but you didn't apologize. because rafe had to learn to respect you.
" excuse me ? I was always there for you, when you were in pain, when you were angry with the whole world, when your father was so cruel to you that I had nightmares because I was afraid that will be the reason i will lost you one day, when you were crying, when you were fighting, I was there when there was absolutely no one for you, I was there when you were the little boy that no one wanted. You have absolutely no right to blame me for anything and consider this slap at the end of my sentence because I will not apologize. I have always been nice to you. so don't make me regret this. so yes, well done rafe, you managed to ruin everything. I'm sorry that you are in love with me and unfortunately I don't have this feelings for you, but now you lost me, and all the chances you had for us to end up together so you can sequester me here if you want, but know that even if I stayed in this room until the end of my days, I would still have no feelings for you, not a fucking single one. â
he was angry, his nostrils were flaring, and his fists were clenched against his thighs. you only had to see the swelling of his veins around his temples and around his neck to feel that it was literally boiling inside his body.
"you haven't changed. you've just grown. you'll cry when my back is turned.â
â back in the present, you wore a pretty dress to your art exhibition. you chose "blue eyes" as a subject with multiple paintings representing Rafe's gaze in different expressions. you had even managed to capture his look when he was in love with you.
so, you hoped that this evening he would come, that he had accepted your invitation, that your letter had arrived safely at its destination. you had received so many compliments but none had made you happy, none had managed to really make you smile, even those from your boyfriend who you had found in the hallway kissing someone else.
you didn't even cry because you knew it. it was just more horrible to see him in real life because he looked so happy.
âget out of here.â you reacted without even shouting.
âbaby wait, I can explain everythingâŚ.â
"explain what to me? your explanations are stuffed in this girl's mouth right now."
"I'm not going to leave." he replied.
â oh yes you will leave. and if I see a single tear on her face, surely not alive. but yea, dare you to stay.â a cold voice growled and warned behind your back that you recognized it by heart.
you turned to admire rafe who stood in front of you, still just as handsome, and above all taller. you wanted to be a pure and shed tears just to see your ex-boyfriend suffer but you were too busy rejoicing in rafe's presence.
âWho are you?â your ex-boyfriend replied.
"oh if I told you, I think it would break your heart but you don't seem to have one so I'll be honest. I'm definitely the only boy she likes. i'm sorry if she made you think that she has something for you. but believe me, will be nothing contrary to what i will do to you if your ass is still here in those free seconds i let you run.. "
ârafâŚâ
he shushed you with his mouth. "You'll have your moment, but wait. this is a conversation for boys, and unless you're hiding a dick between your legs, you're not in."
you smiled at his stupidity. the two boys had gone out, and Rafe had returned a few minutes later.
âOh my god, you didnât cry,â you teased him gently about his whiny past, clapping your hands.
âWas I crying that much?â
âLike a baby.â
"but I have changed...and..."
you felt like the words were really struggling to come out. his voice was blocked and he didn't look you in the eye. he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. I was totally stupid."
âapology accepted.â
âdoes that mean I have the right to a kiss?â
When you were little, you always gave Rafe a kiss on the cheek when he apologized. the memory made you smile tenderly.
you stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips with your mouth, and he lifted you by your ass to help you.
âyou were always mine, baby. even when you left, even when he was here.â
â because itâs as much to love you as to hate you, rafe cameron.â
âIs that why you dedicated this entire exhibition to me? Iâm flattered.â
âyou didnât leave my head even though you left my life.â
âI havenât stopped thinking about you either. and I still think of you now. "
âah yes? and what do your thoughts say about me?â
"that I finally have the girl I've always waited for. and that I still want her just as much."
"How about you show me how much...I mean...not with your lips, big boy. It's time to show me how much you've grown.â
you had gone to his hotel room after the party. he had accompanied you during the rest of the event, never taking his eyes off you as if he was afraid of losing you again. he even felt himself tighten his arm around your waist. he didn't keep his hands in his pocket, because you were there. and above all that you finally loved him.
it was beautiful. you had been the first person rafe cameron had loved, the first person he had broken his heart, and also, the first person who had loved him. you were destined to each others.
in his room, you were surprised to see how gentle he was with you, that he had softly placed your body on his sheets like a princess. he took off his t-shirt and you salivated just seeing his muscular chest, his arms turned into huge biceps, his flat stomach turned into voluminous abs with a magnificent v-line. â It seems like you worked hard to please me. â
â oh babe, don't waste your drool on yourself when you can literally splash it on my dick. but maybe my girl wanted it dryâ
â you're really big now. â
â wait, something bigger is coming at you. â
you were in love with the way your boy had become a man. you were proud of him, you undid his belt, and pulled him by the leather of the accessory before sliding it down and wrapping it around his neck to push him towards you and kiss him again. rafe was so desperate for you, he was hard in his pants to the point where it was painful, and even his tongue against yours was lost in a messy burst of both of you saliva.
he had spread your legs, and removed his pants, before pulling you against him by the thighs to bring you back against his hips.
âspit.â he held out his hand to let you spit on his palm and coated his hard cock with your drool, using your saliva as some kind of lube.
he started touching himself quickly, slowing up and down, a tight grip around his veiny and rocking length. you placed your fingers against his to accompany him in his movements, while devouring him with your eyes.
âfuck, youâre too good for me.â
âso make me as bad as you.â you responded by separating the two lips of your cunt with your fingers to show him the way. âfuck me. now.â
âdid you have sex with him?â
ânoâŚâ you admitted shyly. âIâm still a virgin. Does that bother you?â
âIâve already had sex, does that bother you?â
"no, because I'm sure you've never been able to cum without thinking about me. You're so obsessed with me.â
he pushed his leaking and wet tip against your soaked folds, rubbing himself lightly on them. âcan I ?â
âoh rafe, it's only if you donât do it that weâre going to have a problem.â you laughed gently.
and it didn't take more for him to split your pussy with his throbbing dick to startly making his way inside you. he had done it gently, partly because he didn't want to hurt you, but because you were incredibly tight. he held your hands, before placing his lips on yours, and driving you crazy with slow thrusts, his hips gently bucking against yours.
his cock stretched you softly, moving back and forth and sliding inside your canal that surrounded every inch of his dick. once he felt your body relax, he fasted up the pace, your moans automatically becoming louder. you had never been fucked until now, but you understood now, why people liked it.
rafe was completely buried in you from his tip, to the pelvis which was slamming against your thighs and the mattress. he couldnât be more in love with you. you were perfect.
he loved hearing your screams from across the room, knowing that he was the only one to make you moans like that. you were completely wet, and your dripping pussy helped him pound you quicker, and especially harder. he couldn't get enough of your face completely ruined by tears and pleasure, but especially of your walls squishing him until he felt his own stomach twitching by your trembling body sticking to his, the way your part convulsing around him as the strokes went deeper and deeper.
the bottom lip of your mouth was covered in your own saliva, your back arched against the sheets, and your entire body stimulated, spasms covering it, and forcing you to squirm in every direction.
his blue eyes were lost in your gaze. you didnât know how but he always managed to go further, hitting every sensitive gummy and soaked spot only to ram it again.
you let out a muffled and depraved sound when his cock slammed into your insides all the way to your stomach. you threw your head back, completely losing control.
âI'm never going to stop and you never going to leave if you keep giving me those eyes. don't feel dizzy now, it's just the beginning. â he blurted out as he continued to pound you, making your pussy dripping even more all over him, leaving him no choice but to speed up his movements to avoid any waste of your fluids. â i really want to fuck you all the night. don't make that face, you made me wait for more than fucking ten years, it's just now so fair. â
you had already had an orgasm, but his energy had doubled. you didn't know what time you stopped, but when you woke up, you were completely exhausted like your body had been used all night.
you wondered how different your relationship was going to be now, and if rafe was going to take responsibility for everything he did last night. you had too many questions, and not enough answers. you took a shower while waiting for him to wake up.
when you finally had the chance to have the famous conversation, you asked him. âdo you regret it?â
"that you didn't let me do this way before? yes. for doing it last night? no. another question, babe?"
"yes. well, it's not a question. I don't really know how long I've loved you. I mean, you know the day you fell in love with me. whereas I realized that when I didn't stop painting your face I thought it was your absence but it was stronger than that. when we were young, we were dumb and clumsy. but thank you to let me come back because we finally found the right moment."
âyou know very well that you never had to ask for anything to get everything you want from me. all is yours. â
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You are a Blacksmith
Set in the universe where your destiny is written on your arm
(The Hero and Hope) (Being Villagers) (You are the Demon King)
You are a Blacksmith.
Thatâs why the dragonâs fire doesnât burn you.
âPretty sure dragon fire is hotter than a forge,â your partyâs leader pants. Kent is a veteran adventurer of twenty years to your two years and heâs seen his fair share of dragon fire before today. There are curling scars dragging the corner of his mouth down into a permanent scowl that pairs oddly with how high he has his salt-and-pepper eyebrows. He exhales noisily. âI think youâre just a freak, actually.â
âNot nice,â Sella says. The archer is your age with twice your experience. Her leather armor is well-beaten by four years running around with Kent and getting far closer to battle than an archer should. Her red hair is tied with golden thread that matches the golden charms dangling from her necklace. She adds a new one with every successful monster kill. Itâs lucky sheâs so stealthy or else sheâd be jingling with every step. âMande is an exception, not a freak.â
Youâre a party of exceptions. Most adventurers are Villagers or Guards, common destinies that donât always find a place within a town or village that have so many of each already. There are days you report for a mission, and youâre offered a blacksmithâs job on the spot just because of the mark on your arm.
Kent is a landless Lord. Thereâs a story there, you know, but itâs not one heâs ever volunteered. You can see his destiny pull at him in the remote reaches of the Kingdom, where no Lord has laid roots and the monsters run roughshod across the barren soil. Nights where youâre too far from civilization find him gazing up into the stars, his fingers curled like claws into the earth. The look on his face then is so hungry that the first time you saw it, you offered him provisions from your own pack. Heâd shaken his head wryly, his scarred frown twisting, and walked off into the night by himself, only returning in the morning light.
Sella is a Guardian without anyone to look after. You knew her story before she told it to you, whispering it like a bedtime story before the end of the world. She was part of a traveling theater group. She looked after them, feeding them and retrieving those with wanderlust from their journeys before curtain call. When a monster siege led by a Demon King fell upon the city they were performing in, the Lord called his people into his castle and locked the doors.
The troupe were not his people. But they were Sellaâs.
Until they werenât.
You drag your battle hammer up and over your shoulder. Conveniently, the dragon fire has burned away the wet viscera that had been clinging to it. The metal is dark with soot, but undamaged.
The things you smith canât be melted by any fire except your own.
The skeletal trees make the scene of this final battle oddly silent. Ash drifts from the sky, carried by a wind too high to feel. You can hear your party sniping at each other behind you and the gentle gurgle of the beastâs body settling comfortably into death.
The red dragon is beautiful. Its scales gleam and sparkle like rubies in the late afternoon sun and its talons shine like obsidian. Each part of the creature could make an average family rich for a month. You consider it from an armâs reach away. You chew your bottom lip as you think. Your adventures have taken you across the continent from the southern coast you call your home, to the western land of rivers, to the northern desert and then here, to the eastern dry lands. After all your travels, you find yourself still thinking of home often. Crab is a delicacy where youâre from despite being so close to the water. The preparation can be tedious which makes it a dish reserved from significant occasions. Cracking the shell was always your jobâŚ
âOh,â Sella says faintly. She makes an attempt to rise and nearly tips over in the process. If it werenât for her bow, sheâd be on the ground. Her knees shake as she uses a combination of a tree and her bow to pull herself up. âMande, rest first! In an hour I can help youââ
You bring your hammer down on the jaw of the dragon. The bone shatters after just two blows. Itâs best not to think about how beautiful it looked flying overhead or the intelligence in its eyes. Youâve always had a single-minded focus and you rely on that now.
âLeave her to her dismantling,â Kent grumbles. Heâs now curled up on the ground is if in his sleeping roll, hands tucked neatly under his chin. It canât be a comfortable position given his full suit of armor no matter how peaceful his expression. âIf sheâs got the energy for it, who are we to argue? Just keep the ribs intact. Thatâs what the client wants.â
Smash!
âItâs our turn to do the dismantling,â Sella says. She glares down at Kent. âMande already did last weekâs gryphon and the hydra. Get up!â
Smash!
âIâm an old man who needs his nap time.â
âYouâre an irresponsible leader who needs to do his part.â
Smash!
âOnce Mande stops swinging that thing around, I will.â
âShe wonât hit youââ
âShe hit me last week!â
âAnd I apologized for that,â you say through gritted teeth. You let your hammer fall by your feet. Your last blow sent tremors through your arms. The dragonâs jaw is like glass compared to its skull. âSincerely.â
Sella makes a gagging sound when you fall to your knees next to the cracked skull. âMande, donât put your hand in there, thatâs â oh, thatâs so gross.â
âThe book I read said itâd beâŚaha!â Your fingers graze something cool and metallic. You abruptly feel like crying. Itâs been seven months. Seven long months of endless missions and danger and being away from home. This entire dragon is priceless, but youâve forfeited your share for this. You blink rapidly to keep your tears at bay. You arenât going to cry. Not until youâre sure that youâve really found it. âQuick, hand me my waterskin.â
Your urgency gets even Kent up and bustling towards the dragonâs corpse. With trembling fingers you accept the water from Stella, pulling out your prize. Itâs smaller than you thought, only about the length of your arm or a third the length of the dragonâs skull.
With bated breath, you gently trickle water over the length of it. Your party kneels beside you, watching just as raptly.
âWhat is it?â Sella breathes.
Kent is wide-eyed as, inch by inch, your treasure reveals itself.
âA dragonâs silver wit,â you say. The silver is mottled by the dragonâs black blood and grey brain matter. âThe last ingredient I need for a Heroâs Sword.â
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âYou canât just make a Heroâs Sword,â Kent is still saying a week later. He throws his hands up to the sky. âHeroes make them from air and magic and righteousness. Blacksmiths just repair them!â
You didnât ask for Sella or Kent to follow you home. In fact, you assumed they wouldnât. The slaying of the red dragon marked the end of your time in the Adventurerâs Guild. Now youâre ready to return to your position as the southern portâs best blacksmith and you thought theyâd be ready to return to the best two adventurers the Capital Guild had.
âIâve heard legends about it,â Sella says. Sheâs walking backward. Youâve already warned her that the roads this far away from Capital arenât as smooth, but sheâd scoffed at your concern. Now itâs pure stubbornness to prove you wrong that has her continuing to walk backwards despite nearly tripping twice already. âExcalibur was manmade.â
âThe legend of Hero Arthur is manmade,â Kent retorts.
âIf you believe that,â you say, âyou really donât need to come home with me.â
Kent blinks. âWell,â he says slowly, âon the off chance itâs not a fairytale, I desperately want to see it.â
âThen shut up and follow Mande,â Sella says. She elbows him and mutters under her breath. âOr else she might not let us stay at her house.â
You roll your eyes. âIâm sure the dragon fetched enough coin for the both of you to get your own rooms at the inn.â
âSure,â Kent agrees. He grins wickedly and the expression makes him look ten years younger. âBut weâre not going to do that, are we Sella?â
âNope,â Sella chirps. She loops an arm through yours before you can protest and squints at the horizon. âIs that your hometown over there?â
A hazy line of blue and white roofs is barely distinguishable in the fading light of day. Sella has better vision than you. Youâre sure she can see the masts of ships in port, the green and yellow flag waving over the chiefâs house, maybe even the orchard that creeps right up to the edge of the bluffs.
You canât wait to see it yourself.
You arenât sure how long youâve been smiling, but your face hurts by the time you find your voice. âYes. Yes, it is.â
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Mom hurls a loaf of bread at your head when you walk through the front door, Kent and Sella in tow.
Kent catches it an inch from your face. âWhoa, whoa!â He waves the bread as if unsure whether he should drop it or throw it back. âItâs your daughter! Mande! Put down the bread basket!â
âMande and friends,â Sella says cheerfully. She waves at your Mom, Dad, and little brother. âHello! Iâm Sella.â
âI threw it because I know who it is,â your mom says. The grey streaks on either side of her temple are wider. Her round, kind face is pale with anger. âWe thought you were dead.â
âWe got your letters,â your dad says before you can ask. His hair hasnât changed; heâs bald. Heâs wearing his leather apron from the forge at the table. He takes a bite of soup. âAll three of them.â
âNot nearly enough,â Mom snaps. Then, âAnd they could have been forgeries.â
âWho would forge a blacksmithâs letters home?â you ask in exasperation. Is that why she never replied? âMom, please.â
âDonât giveme that when youâve been dead for seven months,â she says. She stands abruptly. âThree of you? Sit down. I donât have enough soup, but bread will fill anyoneâs stomach.â
âIâm Kent,â Kent blurts out before Sella can push him into a chair. He sits with a thud. âSella, itâs rude to sit before introducing yourself!â
âRuder than not knocking or coming for dinner without an invitation?â Sella hisses at him. She turns a charming smile on your little brother. âSorry to intrude. You must be Axton. A pleasure to meet you.â
Axton doesnât return her greetings. His eyes are fixed to the package strapped to your back. âIs thatâŚ?â
You swallow hard as your familyâs eyes turn to you. You carefully pull the cloth-wrapped rod from your back. Your little brother isnât so little anymore. You can see heâs taller than you as he stands in unison with Dad to clear a spot on the table. His long, thin hands make quick work of the ties.
Thereâs complete silence as the burlap falls away to reveal gleaming silver.
Axtonâs throat bobs. Heâs barely eighteen with the soft look of a fawn hovering around the edges of his jaw and cheekbones. Mom and Dad have done a good job feeding him while youâve been gone. Seven months ago your brother looked like a wraith, all the light taken from him as if it all came from his heroâs sword.
âYouâre going to make me a sword,â Axton says at last.
Youâve thought about this moment for seven months. You imagined you would say something like itâs okay now or maybe big sister fixed it. When his heroâs sword was taken from him, you thought about all sorts of things. It took a month for you to set out on this quest rather than one of revenge. It wouldnât have helped Axton if youâd forged a hundred weapons of war to punish those whoâd hurt him. It wouldnât help Axton to pretend you fixed anything.
So instead you tell the truth.
âIt wonât be the same,â you say. âIt wonât work the way you want it to. Not right away. Youâll need to train with it and learn it as you would any other weapon. Your instincts wonât help you. ButâŚit wonât break when Iâm done. It wonât bend or chip. It wonât melt. It will serve you, Axton, until the exact moment you donât need it anymore.â
Axton flies around the table to throw his arms around you. Itâs amazing you came from the same parents. Where you are short and stocky, heâs really like a deer. His long arms could encircle you twice as he lifts you with a heroâs strength. âThank you, thank you, thank youââ
And then youâre being hugged all around. Your dadâs strong, Blacksmith arms are crushing you to your brother, your motherâs soft cheek is against your shoulder, and thereâs plate mail digging into your spleen while a sharp elbow digs into your spine.
You manage to turn your head just enough to see Kent hugging your from behind and Sella hugging him from behind. Itâs her elbow thatâs jabbing you.
âThis is sweet,â she says. Her voice is a little muffled from how her face is pressed against Kentâs back. âWe should hug more.â
âDoes this make your brother a Hero?â Kent asks.
âThis is a family hug,â you say.
âDuh,â Sella says. âThatâs why we joined.â
You really canât argue with that.
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Next week's story: Everyone in LA has two job. You've got a big smile and a talent for seeing ghosts. It's no surprise what your jobs are.
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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
a/n: i don't have any other explanation than he smiled when the gun was to his forehead and the rest is history. i have a thing for sad unhinged men. and apparently seeing deadpool and wolverine was the stepping off point for a new fixation. so enjoy my mindless rambling and possible borderline obsession.
summary: logan was familiar with death. he understood why it happened, what could cause it to occur, and finally how to accept it. so when his family - the people he cared for most - died...he thought he could handle it. only you didn't die. you left. now he's found himself in a new universe with a person who wears your face, yet doesn't hold your memories.
pairing: logan howlett/wolverine x f!reader
each chapter has it's own warnings, but the story is 18+ only!!
INSPO TAG | PLAYLIST
MAIN STORY
â in dreams we rest
â lost in time and space
â bridge over troubled water
â felled by you
â angel of small death
â time can never mend
â beneath the stains of time
â losing dogs {COMING SEPTEMBER 30th}
â desperado {COMING SOON}
â epilogue: right where you found me {COMING SOON}
EXTRAS
â earth 1400
â forty five minutes in the closet (ch4 au)
â angel of the morning | logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson
WADE'S WORLD
â let's discuss
â #wade's world
#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x f!reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett smut#logan howlett#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine smut#wolverine x y/n#my writing
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Imagine in a self-aware AU, the TWST boys telling their family that they're gonna bring a friend home and it turns out to be a fucking god, lol."
Riddle's mom either had a low or high expectation about the friend Riddle might bring home and Archon, she almost passed out the moment she saw the aura you emit unconsciously. Brightening and blinding! She tried to make a good impression and win your heart the whole time, Riddle had never seen her mom that nervous before to be honest.
Dylla's jaw fell on the floor when Deuce introduced you to her excitedly. Not only had his son changed for the better, he also managed to friend the God? What had happened during his first year of high school? She was nervous at first but soon relaxed when she knew you were a rather friendly soul even to your friend's Mother. Dylla was the type of mom to embarrass his son so expect some funny remarks of Deuce.
Leona's family had never been more surprised in an elated way than this. Their very troublesome son came back with the God next to him. And most of all, the God praised their son for being good?
Azul's grandmother was straight-up fascinated by you. The God radiated such a brilliant aura even when in the dark bottom of the sea. His parents were very elated to see Azul bringing his friend home for the first time (not the Leech brothers) and by God, they did not expect it to be the God. Azul was rather nervous when he introduced you to them, something you didn't see so often.
The Leech's father was amazed. How did his sons manage to convince the God to come home with them? There's no way they used those tricks he used to drag people right? Judging by how relaxed you looked, he could say for sure you were not a prisoner to them and the Leech's family.
Kalim's parents immediately threw a grand banquet and a thanksgiving the moment Kalim showed you to them. His siblings were beyond ecstatic and amazed seeing someone who could glow like the God!
Jamil's parents almost died from a heart attack while Najma was squealing for some reason.
Vil's father was surprised. He had never seen his son being so insistent in introducing his friend to him. He thought nothing much of it, just a fellow celebrity or actor, and definitely not a God.
Rook's family was... oddly unbudged. Of course, they were pleasantly surprised but it was as if they had expected it even though Rook didn't tell them anything. Did they know early on or were they just always ready for anything? One thing for sure was that blood runs thicker than water.
Idia's mother couldn't stop coddling all over you and was more of the friend here than Idia himself. Ortho had a hard time trying to separate you two just so that the brothers could have your attention again. The father on the other hand swallowed his heart out of shock.
Malleus' grandmother could feel your aura from miles away before you were brought to her. Instead of the usual curtsy she received, this time it was her who curtsied and it made you panic instantly. Lilia was there to ease you down and managed to tease her for it. He soon received an earful of him being so impolite to you and her at the same time. (Malleus dared not to step in)
#Yandere TWST#TWST#TWST Self Aware#Riddle Rosehearts x Reader#Deuce Spade x Reader#Leona Kingscholar x Reader#Azul Ashengrotto x Reader#Jade Leech x Reader#Floyd Leech x Reader#Kalim al Asim x Reader#Jamil Viper x Reader#Idia Shroud x Reader#Ortho Shroud#Honestly could be teen Ortho too...#Malleus Draconia x Reader#Lilia Vanrouge x Reader#Theatric Guest
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A Day In Blood-Swell Swamp
Yandere Frog Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, non-human genitalia, oviposition, general yandere behavior, misunderstanding, reader stuck in mud) Word Count: 1.7k (The yandere in this is a cinnamon roll. A real sweetie. Needed another one like him. He misread the reader's intent and is not at all a bad guy. Really hope you guys like him)
You were an artist on a mission. You were traveling all over your country to sketch the flora, fauna, and landscapes of various habitats. You had already visited several different forests and a couple of prairies.
Now you found yourself in Blood-Swell Swamp. The waters of the swamp were a deep red color. Many people in nearby towns were superstitious about the place and its odd colored water, but you knew it was just a combination of iron filled water and algae.
You rowed the tiny boat you had purchased and found a dry outcrop of trees overlooking the water logged scenery.
When you looked at the impressive sanguine waters and wetland forest sprawling out in front of you, you knew you had made the right decision.
You got out and tied the boat to a tree, the waters were still, but better safe than sorry.
Once you decided on a good spot to look at you pulled out your sketchbook. The first thing you sketched was a frog on a lily pad beside a blooming water lily. The next thing was a cluster of unique purple flowers.
After that you began the larger task of drawing the landscape as a whole.
You had just about finished when you heard a splash and then an enthusiastic male voice behind you.
"HI!!!"
You turned around and almost fell over. If the sudden presence of an unknown man behind you hadnât been enough to scare you, the fact that he wasnât human would have.
He was crouched down on very athletic looking legs, wearing nothing but a loincloth. He had long webbed toes and fingers that matched, though he only had four fingers. His mouth was a bit too long and his eyes were large and purple. He was a bit shorter than you but he clearly had a strong and compact body.
But the most odd thing was the color of his skin. He was a deep cherry red with the color transitioning into blue on his arms and legs past his elbows and knees.
His medium length black hair dripped as he tilted his head and spoke again.
âHello? Are you okay? What are you doing?â
You collected yourself, still frightened by his appearance despite his so far friendly demeanor.
âUhâŚâ
âAre you okay??â
You flinched backwards as he stepped towards you. He stopped approaching as he noticed you were uncomfortable.
âI just⌠never saw a⌠what you are beforeâŚâ
âOh! Well I am a frogkin. I have seen a human or two before, but only from a distance.â
You were about to respond but he cut you off, he seemed to be really excited to have someone to chat with.
âMy name is Cobi, whatâre you called?â
You mentally scolded yourself for your rude and frightened demeanor and forced yourself to calm down and introduce yourself. You were in his territory after all, and he had been nothing but polite to you. You gave him your name and explained to him that you were an artist there to sketch the beauty of the swamp. You showed him your sketches.
âOh wow, we donât have any artists here. I have never even heard of sketches. We have some wall paintings in some of our huts, but nothing like this!â
The frog man was clearly impressed.
âOh, I couldnât live without being able to draw all the beauty around me. Hey, could I draw you? Just a quick sketch!â
If the skin on his face wasnât already red you would have been able to see that he was blushing. If you drew beautiful things then that must mean you thought he was beautiful. The notion made his heart flutter.
âS-sure!â Cobi said in his ever chipper voice.
You spent some time sketching him, despite your original plan to get just a quick one in, he happily let you get a couple extra. One with him in the water and one of him crouched on a dead log.
When you finished your sketching you fished some sandwiches out of your backpack and offered one to Cobi. He took it and sniffed inquisitively trying to figure out what it was.
âItâs food, itâs called a sandwich.â You took a few bites of yours and then he took a few cautious nibbles before his eyes lit up and he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth at once. You had to stifle a laugh.
"Thank you, that was super yummy!"
Cobi was blushing more. You drew him because you thought he was beautiful. Attractive. And now you gave him food. Surely that meant you were interested in him right? People of the swamp didnât just give food away! You gave food to those you liked. Friends, family, and potential mates you were courting!
Even if it was subconscious you probably were trying to court him. And he really wanted to explore the possibility of being your partner too, you were so kind and interesting.
But he didn't want to jump the gun and assume before he had a bit more solid evidence. So instead of asking or acting on what he felt all the evidence pointing to he just hung around and chatted with you a bit more while you finished your meal.
You finished your food slowly, enjoying your time getting to know the inquisitive frogkin. You answered all of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of  questions.
When you finished and said your goodbyes he seemed sad, but you were a traveler. You couldn't really make lasting friendships. And then, when you started to get up, you fell right over your own feet. Your arm stuck in some thick mud with your face low to the ground and your ass pointed up.
And that was all the confirmation Cobi needed. Ass up and presenting. The universal signal to breed!
If you had been able to see his face you would have seen that he was flustered beyond measure. You were also far too preoccupied to notice what Cobi was muttering.
"Oh... well I thought that maybe you just wanted to c-court and get to know one another better... I thought.. I j-just um... well it's just that... I-I have never even done it before... but... it seems like you really want to..."
Despite it being a bit fast he supposed he had become quite smitten with you. And, well, maybe humans coupled faster than frogkin. And he really didn't want to hurt you or offend you!
"O-okay, I'll do it!" He exclaimed loudly.
You were finally almost out of the muck and were about to ask him what he was going to do when he suddenly pulled your pants down and slid his huge tongue right into your entrance. You shuddered in shock and ended up with both hands stuck in the mud.
"Wh-what are you doing!?"
Cobi wasn't paying any attention to your words, not as lost in his efforts to loosen up your hole in preparation for the main event as he was. He gripped your legs with his webbed hands as his tongue probed you as deeply as possible, kneading and throbbing and gently stretching out your insides.
The pleasure was indescribable. You wanted Cobi to stop, but time you tried to articulate a protest the only sound you managed to produce was a loud moan or gasp.
And of course the only possible reaction Cobi could have to that was to think that he was doing a great job making his new mate nice. And he wanted to feel good with you.
He removed the slimy tongue from your entrance and removed his loincloth. Cobi then aligned his engorged cock and drew circles against it with before tip before slowly sinking into your tight heat. He had held reservations about making love to you so soon into courting, but now that he was inside you the last of them had melted away.
"Oh, oh, ooohh, you feel so amazing! I-i think you were meant for this pretty artist~"
Much in the same way that your resolve had melted away under the burning flood of pleasure Cobi was drowning you in. Judging by how it felt it was no human cock. It was much longer, a little thicker, and felt a bit slimy. With every thrust you lost a bit more of yourself until you were moving back against his movements, desperately trying to chase the orgasm you were building up to.
You had just come here to help along your art and now here you were in the mud mounted like a bitch in heat and enjoying it. It would have been humiliating if you had the capacity to dwell on such matters.
There were more important things to think about right now. Like the cock breeding you. The feel of unnaturally heavy nuts smacking into you. The soft and attentive lips kissing up your backside, straining to reach your neck.
You arched your back as you had the most mind shattering climax of your life.
"I can't hold back anymore. You sketched for me. L-let me just paint your insides for you~"
And then you learned why his nuts felt so heavy as they slammed against you. As he filled you he deposited much more than just normal cum. Over dozens of small round objects flooded into you and adhered themselves to your walls.
"Wh-what the?"
Cobi plucked you out of the mud with ease and pulled you into his lap as he sat down, with his prick still buried snugly inside of you. He held you close to his sweaty body and caressed your belly lovingly.
Now that you had a moment to process your predicament and the events that had just transpired you were completely dumbfounded. One moment you were trying to get out of the mire and the next you were being fucked.
"I'm so glad you wanted to be mates~"
Your mind was reeling trying to come up with a response to such an outrageous claim. When had you expressed anything resembling such a des-
"Mmmm~" Instead you could only reply with a pathetic pleased whimper as Cobi began rolling his hips, grinding into you and very slowly fucking you for a second time.
"Don't worry, I have plenty more eggs just for my sweet artist~"
You could only lean back against him and drool as he wrapped his arms around you possessively and temporarily fucked your mind away once more.
#yandere#yandere terato#yandere teratophilia#yandere monster#male yandere#yandere boyfriend#yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#x reader#male yandere x gn reader#My ocs#My OC Cobi
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To soothe myself from my last post where itâs non-Joker hate *shudders* here have this.
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The first three months of Dannyâs stay in Gotham had been mostly quiet. No big Rogue attacks since most of them were in Arkham. Unfortunately that had come to an end. There was a mass breakout and among them was the Joker.
Danny had made friends with a couple people, during his classes, and had met his new crush Tim at a coffee shop. He was actually with Tim when they got the news about the breakout. They had been walking out to Timâs car so he could be driven home when it happened.
Timâs POV
He had been talking with Danny when he saw him shudder and stop walking.
He frowned, turning towards him. âDanny? Whatâs wrong?â He watched as Danny paled, full body twitched, then his eyes turned a glowing red that took over his entire eyes. He snarled, face almost inhuman as he turned and booked it down the street at inhuman speeds (though nowhere near Flash speed).
Scrambling Tim jumped in his car and chased after Danny, though he quickly lost him. He grabbed his com and turned it on. âOracle, I need you to track someone.â He quickly rattled out along with the street information and Dannyâs description.
âRed Robin, report.â Batman growled out.
âI was walking with my friend back to my car after we heard the news of the breakout. On the way there he froze and then⌠Iâm not quite sure but whatever it was I donât think he was in control anymore.â
There was silence for a few moments on the coms. Oracle spoke, âI think I found his location. The cameras are fritzing out big time in a decent area near your location.â
When he managed to get there he was honestly a little sickened. There was body parts and blood everywhere. Joker goons, from the occasional mask lying around. Swallowing he ventured deeper into the zone, having to turn off his coms due to the screeching interference.
When he finally set his eyes on Danny it was to see him arm deep into the Jokerâs chest. He paused, watching as the Jokerâs body fell to the floor, his heart still in Dannyâs hand. He watched as Dannyâs eyes stopped glowing red and he swayed, dropping the heart to bring a hand to his head.
âDanny?â He asked hesitantly.
Danny turned, a hazy expression on his face. âTim?â He slurred out.
Quickly making his way over he managed to prevent Danny from toppling over, grimacing at the blood now coating his hand. He noticed the other bats and birds arriving on scene out of the corner of his eye, but stayed focused on Danny. âLetâs get you out of here.â He said gently as he guided Danny out of the area.
Later, after he had managed to get Danny some water and a bit of food, he asked, âDo you remember what happened, Danny?â His friend looked down at his blood covered hands. âI remember walking to your car when it was like I was being grabbed by a bunch of hands and I couldnât move. Then⌠it almost felt like I was being stuffed into a box or something and everything was hazy and indistinct after that. I tried fighting it but it like catching smoke. Then I was being released but it was like I had no energy. I know you called my name but I donât recall much until after you gave me the energy bar.â
Tim frowned, glancing at Black Bat. He saw her sign âtrueâ and nodded. Looks like they might have to call the JLD on this one.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#Danny canonically can still be possessed in human form#The Joker has a TON of spirits following him for their unjust deaths#They saw Danny as a suitable vessel and decided to get their own justice#Danny may be strong but he was not prepared for hundreds/thousands of ghosts to attack at one time and possess him#Danny will be having nightmares about this for awhile#Good thing Tim is there to comfort him *wink*
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Being a Bard within the group! (Dungeon Meshi)
A/n: I recently watched Dungeon Meshi (I also started playing Baldur's Gate 3) and I have been enjoying everything so far and I had the idea to write a relationship dynamic between a bard reader and the rest of the Dungeon Meshi group (I also might write a Barbarian/Fighter type of reader)
Laios:
He is amazed at how you can compose such lively tunes and respects how much time and effort you put into your craft
Will be amused if you choose to try to write a song about him (He smiles to himself when he overhears you trying to find a word that rhymes with his name)
He will not like it if you were to ever sing about him in front of others (his facial expression will not be a happy one, more of a nervous one since he doesn't like it when he's in the center of attention)
Laios really likes it when everyone is resting at camp after a meal and you play your instrument to pass the time (he likes to tap his foot along to the melody)
Laios is happy to provide you with monster names and rhyming words to help you complete your song (or parts your stuck on)
Marcille:
She is very glad that you are with their group since when you play your instrument for the group it calms her nerves a little with each note you play (her ears slightly twitch when you play a more cheerful songs since her hearing is more sensitive)
Marcille gets as sad as you when you break your instrument, but is just as eager to use her magic to repair the instrument (maybe it fell from a high place or that it took on a bit of water damage, but most likely you smashed it over a monster's/person's head and it broke)
She also likes it when you write songs about their adventures (especially if you sing/write about how powerful she can be with her magic, but like Laios is very flustered if you sing about her in front of a crowd, she will turn red and try to hide behind her staff)
Your soft songs without words, or humming at most, settle her nicely into her sleep (she sometimes gets the tune stuck in her head for hours until she begs you to play that one song for her again)
Chilchuck:
Chilchuck values you as a companion since you sometimes use your skills to get the group out of tough situations (sometimes you use your charms talk your way out tough situations, which is a RELIEF because he has no trust in the others abilities. Laios...)
this one time you talked your way into a free night's stay at the local pub the group frequents in exchange to entertain guest all night long, in which you were happy to since you also sometimes get extra coins from generous people passing by
He probably won't say it directly to you but he really enjoys listening you compose new songs (his ears are also quite sensitive just like Marcille's, so when he hears you trying to figure out which notes sound good together, he has a small smile on his face while he continues to polish and make sure his lockpicks are in good condition)
Chilchuck also can't hold back his laughter when you mock people when they are being disrespectful to someone in your party and you jump in to defend them (He manages to slap his hand over his mouth just before he lets out an ugly laugh since he doesn't expect you to roast your opponent so hard. Sometimes even managing to cry so hard he winds himself)
Senshi:
Doesn't really get why you are traveling in the dungeon in the first place, since this is the last place he would think someone with your skills would ever be
Senshi is not used to hearing the soft melodies coming from your instrument. Instead of the usual noises of whatever creature on the current floor he was on would make or the occasional screaming parties that travel by (or he is so used to the silence that he doesn't notice how much he misses the warmth and sound of another soul)
He admires any carving or engraving you have on your instrument and asks you if there's a story behind it or if it was for aesthetic purpose (wants to ask if he can hold your instrument so that he learn more about you as a person based on how you handle it while asking you how you came to play such an instrument)
Senshi takes note of how well you seem to take care of your work and takes the time compliment you on your hard work (He learns from you how to properly maintain your instrument and keeps an eye out for anything that might help when he gets the chance)
He comes to love when you play songs while he cooks a meal for the group to enjoy, He sometimes gets concentrated in what he's doing that he doesn't realize that he's softly humming along to the melody your currently playing (He likes to slightly sway along with the tune while he dices things or when he's waiting for the dish to finish cooking)
#x reader#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon x reader#dungeon meshi x reader#dungeon meshi anime#delicious in dungeon anime#laios touden#laios dungeon meshi#marcille donato#marcille dungeon meshi#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#chilchuck dungeon meshi#senshi#senshi of izganda#senshi dungeon meshi#laios x reader#marcille x reader#chilchuck x reader#senshi x reader
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