#oc x reader

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[rororonyan]

Yandere Yūrei (vengeful ghost) character

He was the lover of a lord's daughter. She was arranged to marry another man, but was pregnant with his kid. so the two planned to run away together. He wore her clothes and replaced her during the wedding, but as he was close he stabbed the man and ran away. He was caught though, and was hung in the forest, where his body was eaten by birds, then stuffed with twigs and branches and straws by those same birds as a nest.

The village is now a tourist spot, the modern locals have a tradition to make straw dolls and deliver them to his resting grounds (the tree he was hung under). Men are not allowed there since he tends to be very violent with them, some have reported feeling their hair getting pulled or being shoved towards nearby cliffs, but he's apparently very kind to women and young children.

His name has been lost to time, but he's called the Garagara (rattle) ghost by locals because of the rattling sound he makes whenever he's near.

Edit: i'm adding this to the original post, i've been ignoring it so far but it's annoying. My goal was not to make him a misandrist. I knew it was common and heard of for ghosts to be more aggressive to certain demographics of people, his death was mostly caused by his lover's dad dissapproving of them and he blames her fiancé for existing and making their love impossible so in this case it made sense to me that he'd hold a grudge towards the older men in his life. His lover was a pregnant woman so he has a soft spot for children especially, i didn't think that deep, i just wanted to add the spooky ghost thingy where they're more dangerous for some people. If this goes on i'll just delete this, i can't be bothered with this, i was hoping it would be a one time comment but it's getting bothersome.

[strzxrin]

PRETTY OLD MAN

pairing. yandere!dilf x gn!reader

synopsis. you needed a job during your semester break. you didn’t think you’d have an affinity with kids, but it seems that the kid next door needed a new babysitter and you were free for an entire two month period.

content warnings. 18+, filthy fantasies, legal age-gap, yandere tendencies, reader is assumed to be 23, obessesive behaviours, masturbation, underwear stealing.

word count. 3.3k

your eyes closed for just a moment, relaxing on the comfort of your bed. having to finally rest after the endless assignments and back to back examinations; you were free.

you could sleep in as much as you want and you didn’t have to worry about attending lectures for the next two months. everything was going great, until your stomach grumbled.

“shush. m’too tired to move” you’d argue with your stomach, but alas, it had a mind of its own.

and you felt the hunger.

you opened your eyes, tired of your stomach throwing a fit and haphazardly got out of bed, heading towards the kitchen and fridge only to find that you didn’t have groceries to even cook anything.

“right…” it was depression meals. your last semester just had to be your worst since all you spent on were on instant noodles and prayed it was enough to power through the day.

but as you opened the drawer, your source of food — which was purely made of preservatives — is finished. you stress ate last night, it was your final exam and it was the subject you were most worried about too, so you can’t necessarily beat yourself up for this . . . nope. you were a little bit of an idiot on finishing up for stock.

“damn it” you grumbled to yourself, opening the fridge once more in hopes that your parents home cooked meals would appear right in front of your eyes, but alas it didn’t. only some eggs are left in the fridge.

“scrambled it is,” you resigned to your fate. maybe you could find some bread somewhere for carbs, but for now, eggs will do. to satiate the hunger at least.

once you finished up your truly pathetic meal, you knew you had to do groceries at least. so you made a list, and you checked your money, it should be enough, shouldn’t it?

at least that’s what you prayed for when you went to the grocer. “holy fucking shit. almost 10 bucks for eggs? what the hell is wrong with the inflation” you whined to yourself mostly. change of plans, you need to get limited ingredients and a job.

you went back to your apartment, the grocery bag in your hands as you had to double check on the receipt because it mentally pained you having to see the total price to feed a singular person for a month.

you looked up to see the elevator door is closing, which made you rush in hopes you’ll get there in time and you did. because a man held it open for you. “thank you,” you murmured softly, giving him a smile and then looking at the buttons, seeing that you both share the same floor unit.

“you’re so pretty!” you hear a little girl’s voice and you blinked, looking down to see a girl, maybe the age of four, staring up at you with big doe eyes.

“that’s so sweet of you, sweetheart. thank you! you’re very pretty as well” you tell her gently as she giggled happily and tugged onto her father’s pants; the man who held the elevator for you.

“papa! they called me pretty” she says as her father smiles gently and picks her up, carrying her in his arms. “tell them thank you, kia,” she turned her head and gave you a bright smile, saying thank you as you had to internally coo at how cute she is.

the elevator rings, telling the three of you that you arrived at your floor, and you all went out. you were about to say goodbye to the little girl since it would’ve meant you splitting up from the father-daughter pair, but turns out fate had different plans.

you were heading in the same direction as them. it was awkward because you didn’t want to seem like a stalker but coincidentally, you were their next door neighbour. you blinked at this information and smiled sheepishly.

“it seems like we’re neighbours” you murmured, but the girl only smiled excitedly “yay! we’re neighbours with a pretty person!” her father just sighs before looking at you.

now that you actually took a good look at him, he’s . . . so fucking hot? how the hell did the universe decided to make a grown man, a dad, this good looking? you could swear that if you ever saw a picture of him when he’s your age, it wouldn’t beat the visuals you see now.

“i’m ian miller, and you are?” you snapped out of your thoughts and blinked before giving him a lopsided smile. “( name )… nice to finally meet my neighbour” you felt a bit awkward. after all, you’ve been here for three years yet you’ve never seen them.

then again, you’d leave your apartment only for lectures and you’d come back at night. so you don’t really see anyone that often. “the same goes here. i hope to see you around again. it seems that kia certainly likes you,” he chuckled.

well fuck your ass, you never thought you could get shivers down your spine at the sound of someone’s laughter, at the sound of a man who is most likely twice your age with a daughter to boot. you let out a sheepish laugh and nodded “i see… w-well, i’ll. uhm, go in now”

did you just stutter? you were doomed. you went into your pocket and found your keys before taking one last glance at them and waved a small goodbye before entering your apartment.

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the sound of a movie was playing in the background — one of the equestria girls movies — he could assume while he was cooking up dinner for him and his little girl.

but his mind flashes back to what happened a few hours ago. he didn’t think he could finally meet the mystery neighbour that would be up and quietly squealing in the middle of the night. he didn’t think that the giggles he heard from the other side would show a cuter face to accompany it.

he’s heard your voice over the walls for years straight; words about complaining regarding the lecturers to your friends on a call, soft sobs on the deadlines and how you had so much to do but so little time.

and he was smitten from the moment he heard your voice.

he wanted to meet you ever so badly, wanting to know the face behind the angelic voice but it was too difficult.

your outings were sporadic. you had a schedule, and he was able to figure out about it, but then the schedule would change and he wouldn’t know when you’d go out or stay inside.

he wasn’t a free man either. he had a job to do, bills to pay, and a daughter to take care of. but hearing your voice late at night while kia was asleep, is a soothing balm to his tired and overworked soul.

there was guilt at first. he couldn’t be falling for someone who could possibly be younger than he is, maybe even half his age, but seeing you in person? it changed everything in his mind.

his morals were completely shattered when he saw you at the elevator, recognising the voice he would sleep to every night. you were younger than him, sure, and maybe the age difference is a little questionable, but you’re legal.

you are everything he ever dreamed of, and more. he needed to see you more, to hear your voice more, to see your cheeks softly flushing at the sound of his voice— fuck. he cannot be having a hard on while he’s cooking.

he still has his daughter in the room, and he was not to show her a filthy sight of her papa. so he calmed himself down, thought about work and how tiresome it is, and focused on cooking.

when kia was done, she had brushed her teeth and he had carried her to bed. he read her bedtime stories and she would fall asleep, just like clockwork.

he would retreat back to his room and the moment he did, all he could think about it you. your smile, the way your eyes crinkled, the sheepishness you had when interacting with him… he needed you.

he needed you like how his body needs air, how he needs food to sustain himself, how he needs money to pay for him and his daughter. he needs you, entirely, viscerally, wholly. and he will always get what he needs in the end.

from your little talks with your friends, he figured out which university you attended, he figured out who your lecturers were and knew your courses too. it’s just a shame that he couldn’t figure out your class schedule. but he does know your yearly one, and you are now on break.

and it’s a good thing that kia likes you. because then he could have an excuse to have his home smelling like you soon enough. and he cannot wait.

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it’s been two days since you met your hot neighbour and frankly you can’t get him out of your mind. he is your eye candy, frankly he is your type all in all, but you shouldn’t romanticise a relationship with a man that is twice your age, right?

not only that, he could be married, and you didn’t want to title yourself as a homewrecker either.

regardless, you’ve been in your apartment for two days straight mainly because you didn’t have anything else to do except binge watch your favourite shows that you deprived yourself of during study week.

that was when you hear a knock at the door and you blinked. you didn’t have a package, despite your online shopping tendencies, so who’s at your door? when you opened it, ian was there, standing straight and looking at you with a gentle smile.

“oh! mr.miller, what brings you here?” you looked as if you had just gotten out of bed, and frankly you did. maybe you should’ve showered first and made yourself more presentable for him.

“i would like to make an offer to you, so would it be fine if i come inside?” he asked, and that’s when you noticed little kia peeking from his legs with sleep induced eyes and you almost wanted to coo at how adorable she is.

you nodded and let him enter your humble apartment space. you were just thankful that you spent most of your time in the bedroom, therefore your living room does not look like a rats nest.

he sat down on the sofa, bringing kia into his arms as she fell asleep once more while you sat down across from him. “are you perhaps looking for a job?” you paused, blinking a couple of times before nodding slowly “yes..? i’m on summer break currently and i was just thinking on applying for a job to pay for my groceries and all”

is he offering you a job? what a coincidental timing in all honesty. “you see, kia needs a babysitter. she’s rather picky and she didn’t like our last babysitter. so lately i’ve only been dropping her off at daycare and picking her up afterwards. would it be fine if you take care of her? i’ll pay you a generous amount of course”

a babysitting job? you weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to do so. your mood on kids depends on the time and how they act, but if it’s kia… maybe you’ll be able to do it? you were in deep thought before you looked at him and it was unintentional but a singular question popped up into your mind, about his partner.

he chuckled softly, seeing the question written all over your face. “her mother abandoned us a while back. told me that she doesn’t want to be responsible for her, and gave her to me” oh. now you felt bad for thinking about it. “i see.. alright then, i’ll take the job” you gave him a gentle smile and he smiled back.

“you’ll start tomorrow, if that’s alright with you?” that was too soon but at this point, something within your soul just wanted to be better than her mother, to be another parental figure that she could rely on. “yup, i’ll see you tomorrow then?”

he nodded and carried kia out, you waved your goodbye and closed the door. so you just got a job. great! but you needed to child proof the living room at least, just so that she doesn’t hurt herself or anything.

not only that, you’ll get to see ian again tomorrow, and the days after that. so you found yourself getting excited knowing what comes next.

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ian had dropped kia off to your place before going to work. he would give you a gentlemanly smile and that would be the end of it, is what he thought.

until he heard you speak up ever so gently “have a good day at work, mr.miller.” he froze at that, looking at you before nodding. “thank you, ( name ). i’ll see you later on”

and he walked, and walked before he entered his car and let out a shaky sigh. that scene replayed in his mind a thousand times, and he felt his cock harden at the sight of you in your flat, dressed up comfortably and carrying kia in your arms.

he’s thankful to himself to be the type on coming to the office early, which meant he had a lot of time to himself in the car. he had to cover his mouth and rubbed himself off, only thinking about you and your smile, the sound of your voice and how perfect it would be to hear you moan out his name.

all he can imagine now is you cooking for kia, seeing her smile at her new parental figure and be comfortable with you. how you would cradle her to sleep and how you’d smile when she’s happy.

and god forbid him, all he wanted to do was to pound you into a sobbing mess, pump his cum deep inside you and watch it leak out of your hole. he wants to see the blissed out gaze, he wants to hear your whimpers, and he wants to hear you beg for more. to have his children, regardless if you were capable of bearing them.

maybe next time when you break into your apartment in the middle of the night he’ll jerk off to the sight of your sleeping face. or he’ll steal one of your used underwear and bring it home to keep for himself.

his hands rubbed faster, thinking about how he could take you anywhere in the house, shoving his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet so you don’t wake up kia. he thinks about how warm you would be, how you’d squeeze his cock just right and how he’d have to hold himself back from cumming immediately.

“shit— fuck.. ( name )” he groaned out your name, his eyes rolled back as he imagined more scenarios about you. how messy you’ll take him in your mouth, how teary eyed you’d be, at how big he is but he’ll assure you that he can make it fit.

god, he can imagine peppering your face with gentle kisses as he fucks you stupid, drooling, and overstimulated because he is pent up. years of not having sex does a lot to a man, and with such a sweetheart like you who seemed to want to please him? he’s bound to go feral and break.

“fuuuckk” he moaned out, cumming right there in the car as he used a tissue to make sure it doesn’t make a mess. his cock softened with a twitch and he knew he just needed the right timing before he could slip into your warm hole.

he needs you, he needs your scent, he needs to feel you close and hold you in his arms. ian is a patient man, he’ll take his time and seduce you. he’ll make sure that soon, your only thoughts is about him, and how he’d fuck you so well.

he can pay for all of your expenses if he has to, he just wants you in his vicinity, in his home, and your scent filling the entire apartment.

he’ll take his time, but he’ll have you soon enough. because he’s the type of man who will always get what he wants.

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the day was productive to say the least. you and kia had fun, and you both watched movies together. you helped her with reading and you got to know her diet, so now you knew all of her favourite foods to say the least.

the sky was dark, and you wondered what exactly was ian’s job for him to be out so late at night. you were.. a bit worried to say the least. but he could take care of himself, you’re sure about that.

for now, you focused on the sleepy kia and cradled her in your arms as you brought her to sleep.

after a few minutes of putting her to sleep, you hear a knock on your door and you could only assume it was ian. so, you got up with kia in your arms and slowly opened the door to see a tired ian.

“you look rough, mr.miller” you say gently as he mused at your words. “a lot of things happened at work, you could say” you nodded. seeing how tired he is, you spoke up softly “do you want me to put kia in her room? you seem too tired”

ian paused before giving you a gentle smile “if it isn’t too much trouble,” you shook your head. this was the least you could do. and plus, you live right next to each other anyhow. you left your unit for a moment and went into his.

he showed you where kia’s room is, and you brought her there, gently putting her on the bed and watching her sleep soundly. a small smile graced your lips before you left her room and closed the door.

“thank you for taking care of her today,” he says from behind you. you almost jumped in surprise to see how close he is to you, how his breath was near your ears and you felt something churning down your stomach.

“it’s no problem, sir” you say softly, turning around and catching his gaze. you can’t exactly explain nor tell what was going in his mind but it felt intense, hot, and you almost melted right then and there.

what was this man doing to you?

“you can call me ian, i prefer it that way” he gave you a gentle smile once more and the tension in the room finally dissipated. you nodded awkwardly and cleared your throat.

“i’ll see you again tomorrow?” you murmured out, suddenly feeling shy from the closed proximity and he nodded. “yes, you will” he says before his hand reached up and patted your head.

you shuddered at the contact and you left his unit with a sheepish smile, giving him a small wave and left back to your unit.

as you closed the door, your mind went back to how close you were to him and your face felt warm at the memory. so does your body. you wanted more of his touches, but you shook your head, preparing to go the bed instead.

“what’s wrong with me? i swear” you murmured to yourself. little did you know, he paid you a visit that night while you were asleep and stole one of your underwear.

it’s fine, you won’t notice since you still have a lot of them, don’t you?

[bananastarlo]

I see you

childhood friend yandere x shy reader

You two are in the same daycare. He is the complete opposite of you — a loud, confident boy who charms both the adults and the other kids with the big grin he always enters the room with.

You, on the other hand, didn’t stick out too much. Always a bit more hesitant and shy around new people.

One of the things on the agenda today was a field trip.

Having arrived at the destination, the caretakers gave you instructions:

“Okay, little stars. Today is a wonderful day to play a game, don’t you agree?“

The others cheered in agreement.

“We hid clues that you’ll be able to find in this area! So get in pairs, if possible with someone new!“

As the childcare worker claps in her hands, the children scatter around, most of them sticking with their usual friend groups.

However, you stayed back. Nobody came up to you, and you were too anxious to approach the others, fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt while focusing on the ground with your head low.

The caretaker took notice of your little form and exchanged worried glances with the other adults, slowly drawing near and crouching down to your level.

“Hey, have you found a partner yet?“

You shook your head no.

Reaching out her hand, she kindly offered to find a partner for you.

Yet, before you could take her hand, he appears in front of you — scraped knees, a backwards cap and messy hair — flashing you a boyish grin.

“Come on, let’s go together!“ he chirped, eyes glistening with fondness while yours lit up with happiness.

He took your hand and led you to where his friends were. They couldn’t understand why he refused their offer to pair up, until you showed up, shielded by his body.

As you both were hunting for clues, you felt yourself growing more and more relaxed in his presence.

He always protected you from slimy bugs and held your hand so that you wouldn’t get lost without him.

“You’re now my best friend.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question, because he wouldn’t accept you saying no.

And you smiled.

“I like that.”

And the smile you gave him was so genuine, he felt his own heart beating a little more than usual.

You spent the rest of your childhood years sticking to him like glue. You admired him and his presence.

One day, when you were older, you spent time at his house. It was basically yours as well, with how much time you spent there.

Lying next to each other, you faced away from him while he stared at your back, too scared to move.

At times, he could be quiet. He could be soft. But only you were allowed to see this side of him. Only you deserved it.

As he listened to your slow, rhythmic breathing, you turned around.

You weren’t expecting him to be so close — your noses almost touched.

And your stomach flipped at the sight of his half-opened eyes that now widened as much as your own.

He saw it — your pupils, dilated.

His heart began hammering against his ribcage, and he pressed his face into the mattress.

“What?“ you murmured softly.

“N-nothing! You just threw me off guard.”

His response made you chuckle. It was cute to see him without his usual confident tone.

As older teenagers, you both started to see each other differently.

Behind his golden-boy personality and sheepishly handsome face, there was something deeper, a protectiveness directed at you.

He saw you as a woman now. And you, well—

You planned a movie night. Just the two of you.

You’d both been so busy lately, you started to miss his annoying voice and the way he always made you feel right.

As the movie played, you became bored and decided to mess with him a little, just enough to get a reaction.

“Heeey,” you utter, laying your leg on his.

He grinned, showing the dimples you adored so much on him.

But as you started to snuggle up even more and chose to playfully ruffle his messy hair, he became serious.

His hand gently gripped your wrist halfway, and your smile dropped.

“Do you not realize what you’re doing to me? That’s not fair,” his voice croaked — low, with a dangerous hint.

You became nervous and replied, laughing the awkwardness off.

“What do you mean? I’m just playing with you.”

He sighed, propping himself up on top of you, which knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“I’m not the little boy anymore who took these things as innocent gestures. Please acknowledge me as a man. And if you were to do that with every man while being so oblivious… I would rather keep you locked up. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t deny the way that made you feel — more than it should.

[dao-afterdark]

— [ episode 001 ]

synopsis: the start of your lust.

warning(s): reader is horny, top!m!reader, masturbation, feminization (even tho Sunnie is gender fluid, but he and Shiki are playing as girls), reader is half korean.

a/n: this took me too long to finish lol, but we ride at dawn🐎. i plan to make these typically shorter in length so don’t be too upset lol. danny, as well as skz family gave me inspiration for this piece! please for the love of everything, have your age in your bio y’all.

tagz 🏷️: @sooniebby @rarealienbutt @carnalcrows

It’s the first day of filming for a silly family show with you and your other members, and it’s no surprise what your role is: the bad boy boyfriend.

Sunnie was assigned to play as your girlfriend as well as the youngest daughter, and Joon-woo wasn’t entirely pleased with the outcome, finding the idea of his brother roleplaying as a woman insulting, but Sunnie was open to the idea, and management wasn’t going to change the roles anyways.

Apparently, the fans voted on the roles.

The stylist Noonas dressed you in dark colored clothes. Shirt tight and plain, your pants filled with plenty of rips and tears, some chunky boots, and a leather jacket with spikes to complete the look. The makeup artist made your knuckles look as if you’d gotten into a fight, and your hair was styled perfectly by your personally chosen hairstylist.

You took a few pictures for later to post whilst waiting for the others to finish, and the next to walk in was Hyeon.

Hyeon had two roles in this little family show. He was to play as the oldest son who’s a lousy disappointment, and he was also meant to play as a weird uncle, but that’s for future episodes. Hyeon was dressed in baggy jeans, a tank top and an oversized jacket hugging over his frame. A cap faced backwards over his lilac tresses, glasses perched across his nose which was decorated with fake piercings, as well as his lips and ears. The perfect image of a disappointing son from a traditional family.

“Looking good as always, Hyung,” he grins, before pulling a cringey fuck boy expression. It quickly sends you both into a fit of laughter, the both of you smacking each other playfully.

“Alright, enough you two. Don’t ruin the Noonas’s hard work.”

It’s Hyun Shik, also sometimes known as Shiki, who’s dressed in a peach colored, modern styled hanbok. He’s adorned with a long brown wig and light touch of makeup that made him pass almost swimmingly as a woman.

“Look at our maknae~,” Hyeon coos teasingly, shifting his entire body towards him. “Already bossing us around like a mother.”

A light snort leaves you as Shiki sits down on the couch beside Hyeon, smacking him on the shoulder lightly, smiling all the while.

“You look nice, Shiki-yah,” you compliment. “Are you comfortable?”

Hyun Shik gives you a soft nod, looking sweetly angelic and touched by your care. “Yes, Hyung, thank you checking on me. I can’t wait to enjoy acting as the boss!”

“Our mommy maknae!” Hyeon teased loudly, and you quickly join in on the chaos.

“Maknae all grown up, and married to Joonie-hyung~!”

“Stooopp!” Hyun Shik whines, soon snickering while hiding behind one hand and shooing at you and Hyeon with the other.

Soon Seong-Jin and Joon-woo join you all, Jin’s voice being heard first before he’s seen.

Seong-Jin’s wearing a white compression shirt that hugged his muscular frame, and dark sweatpants. He was meant to play as the star athlete, middle son.

And Joon-woo was dressed sharply like a cold business man, his black hair slicked back with one strand dangling in between his eyes.

You’re not surprised by any of their roles.

Sunnie finally joins the the rest of you, dressed modestly and less traditionally like Hyun Shik. Sunnie wore a white button up shirt that was tucked into a long jean skirt. Around his neck drips a simple locket, and pearls hang from his earlobes. He too, wore a wig, but instead of brown it was black like Joon-woo’s hair. There’s a tad bit more makeup on him than there is on Shiki, but it complimented Sunnie well.

“Wow, Hyung! You look pretty too!” Seong-Jin exclaims in awe.

“Always so beautiful,” Shiki follows up sweetly.

Cool and slender fingers push your lower jaw up slowly, and you see Hyeon smiling at you like a fox, one eye shut. “You’ll drool on yourself~,” he teases lowly.

With a playful scoff, you shove him, and Hyeon dramatically falls into Hyun Shik’s lap.

“Mommy! Hyung’s being so mean to me!” he whines, snuggling his face into Shiki’s stomach and looping and arm around his waist.

Shiki softly rolls his eyes and tugs on a few strands of Hyeon’s head, his cap having fallen. “So dramatic, Ye-hyung.”

“You look so pretty too, Shiki-yah! Everyone looks so good!” Sunnie squeals, plopping down beside Seong-Jin with a little bounce.

Joon-woo glances up and says nothing, soon returning his gaze to his phone, clearly more invested in whatever it is he’s looking at.

Shortly afterwards, you and the others are escorted to a high school academy that the company rented out for a small time. Sunnie and you went first, filming small romantic shots to establish the characters relationship to the audience. Majority of it is improvised, which Sunnie took to easily like a duck in water; more than likely it had to do with Sunnie being close to an actor you’ve heard all about from both him and Joon.

You’ve yet to meet Gem Siriwong, but you can’t deny that your curiosity is peeked. While you hear all sorts of positives from Sunnie, Joon on the other hand didn’t seem to share the same sentiment. He didn’t go into much detail when you prodded for answers, only stating that he thinks Gem is a bad influence, and is bound to get Sunnie in trouble due to her outspoken mouth. You wanted to argue, but knew it’d be pointless at the end of the day. Joon was always hyper vigilant about the group’s image, which is fair since the group is still in its fledgling stage, although you wonder how he manages to sleep at night while constantly stressing over all the fine details of the idol lifestyle.

But thankfully you’re not the leader and just the right hand.

Filming can be exhausting, especially since filming content is majorly what you do to connect and entertain your fans, but that on top of nonstop singing and learning choreography… It can take a lot out of those who aren’t accustomed to it, hell, even to those who are honestly. But it’s a good thing you enjoy it, because this is your passion. You worked too damn hard to get here.

You and Sunnie make it fun for yourselves and the staff watching, but not too much to get behind on schedule— because you most definitely didn’t want to get a lecture from Joon. He had a way to make you feel real uncomfortable when you’re in trouble.

You begin to notice some things the more you and Sunnie continue to act as a couple. Sunnie is the main visual of the group, and the Lovelies have associated his radiant beauty to a swan or peacock. Everyone knows Sunnie is attractive, but… Right now, as you sit on the couch together, the other members sitting opposite of you both, you begin to take in Sunnie’s appearance while he argues with his “family” about you.

His skin is soft and smooth like Egyptian Cotton, the scent of cherry blossoms wafting into your nose and seeping straight into your brain, making your mind hazy. His lips are like the skin of a white peach, plush, vibrant and slick with gloss, so inviting that you want to bruise them with your teeth. Just like his neck, you wish to watch the fair skin bloom into purple, misshapen blossoms.

Why now are you noticing these little details? Why now are these thoughts surfacing and making your body permeate with sweat, heat, and aching hunger?

The feeling of Sunnie’s frame pressed against you burns in both a scathing and pleasant way, but you want more. You need more.

Dark peach blossom eyes look up at you, plush lips formed into a pout.

‘Oh god.. Ohgod—.’

“Oppa…!” Sunnie whines, using his aegyo voice but pitching it to sound a little more feminine. You gulp harshly as if you’re swallowing hot glass. “Were you even listening?”

Fixing your expression back into its unwavering confidence with a mix of slight genuine softness, you soothe Sunnie like any lover would. “Sorry, Jagiya,” you coo, gently poking his nose and trailing it down to his bottom lip, earning a startled expression from him and a small delicate blush. “I was too distracted by your beauty to care about what they were saying. They’re irrelevant to me.”

That earns a scoff from Joon, an exclamation from Jin, and an instigating giggle from Hyeon.

“Can you forgive me?” you asks sweetly.

Those eyes of his suddenly grow a little more darker, but you have no time to think much about it as Sunnie takes refuge into your chest, arms wrapped around you. “Aww~! I forgive you, Oopa!”

And that goes straight to your cock. AGAIN.

“Yah! Sungie, stop giving him the time of day! He’s a hoodlum!” Seong-Jin protests vehemently, pointing at you as if you offended him.

You want to throttle Joon and fist fight the company on this ridiculous relationship ban! You swear, you’re not some horny bastard that only cares about getting his dick wet, but you can’t deny that your need has been steady building; your hand is getting boring, and porn is so over exaggerated for the most part, so you’re forced to edge for the most part.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and Sunnie looks up at you with quiet confusion, but you just pull him closer, thumb rubbing into his shoulder to reassure him.

Filming proceeded as normal, you keeping your thoughts in check and thinking about literally anything else so that you don’t pop a hard one out of nowhere; although you nearly did when you all had to pose for the thumbnail and Sunnie was positioned on your lap. You could feel your lips trembling slightly while you smiled for the camera, hoping Sunnie didn’t notice your rapidly beating heart, or your hands dampening with sweat, and praying that you didn’t look like a deer in headlights or a hostage victim.

Thankfully, for everyone’s sake, filming finishes before it gets too late out, so you and the others were back at your dorms by 8 rather than 11 or worse. Your dignity was still intact, but your mind was still reeling.

Once safely inside, the maknae line head straight to Sunnie and Shiki’s shared room, giggles and Seong-Jin’s naturally boisterous voice being heard soon after the door closes.

“Yah! Take that ridiculous makeup off, Sung-Ho!” Joon-woo calls sternly, striding to the kitchen, probably checking to see if there was enough to make a home cooked meal tonight. You hope it’s take out because it’s your turn for dish duty.

“I’m going to go shower,” you call out to Joon.

“Don’t take forever. I need to shower too. Planning to head to the studio after dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

After practically drowning yourself in cold water and doing your demanded night and skin routine, food was delivered, the smell of fresh, Korean barbecued wings, legs, and thighs, and bulgogi hitting your nose, making your stomach rumble with anticipation and your mouth salivate.

Hyeon was already there along with Joon, his lilac hair pushed back by a headband and dressed in cute pajamas that Hyun Shik bought him for his birthday. You notice that he’s quite attached to them surprisingly.

You join the two, deciding to wait for the others while Joon eat diligently. When the three finally join they’re all dressed in their night clothes, but Sunnie still had his makeup from filming on. He still looked good with it even now…

“Hyungs!” Jin calls after taking several bites of food. “Sungie, Shiki-yah, and I are gonna do a VLive after dinner! Wanna join?”

“Can’t, going to the studio,” Joon replies immediately.

“Told you~,” Sunnie sings proudly, knowing his brother best. “He’s a workaholic, Jinnie, no one can pull him away from work. Aiya, he’s practically married to his job!”

Joon looks up from his food, throwing him a brief unamused expression and intending to continue eating, that’s is, until he spots Sunnie’s face, his frown grows bigger. “Why do you still have that on?” he nags, sighing.

“I got distracted!” Sunnie whines again. “I’ll take it off, don’t worry.”

“Ah, don’t worry over something so trivial, Joonie-hyung,” Hyeon purrs. “Go back to inhaling your food so you can go see your wife.”

“Quit playing around,” Joon snorts, smirking a little.

Sunnie’s gaze remains on his bowl, shoulder slightly hunched, but he perks up when Shiki asks him if he could have some of his bulgogi.

Your brows furrow a bit, idling toying with the marinated wing in your grasp. Again, you’re not so sure as to why Joon’s so insistent on the makeup thing; it’s about the third time he’s told Sunnie now. Makeup is key for idols, hiding what’s deemed imperfections and giving the illusion of dewy, smooth and flawless skin. The image of perfection when there is no such thing. Everyday you and the others are required to wear it, and again, the fans voted on the roles.

You shake your head and sink your teeth into the piping hot chicken. Perhaps you’re overthinking it. Joon’s just being an older brother, and doesn’t want Sunnie to forget he has it on and sleep with it…

Yeah. You’re overthinking it.

Bellies are soon full and everyone begins to split off. Hyeon declined to join the three maknae’s live stream, wanting to get in some sleep while he has the chance, and you agreed with him.

Seong-Jin pouts but it’s not their for long. “Alright, Hyungs! Have a good nights sleep! I promise we won’t be too loud or stay up too late!”

“He acts more like a puppy than Shiki-yah,” Hyeon chuckles, heading to his bedroom. “Night, Hyung.”

“Night Hyeonie,” you coo sweetly, getting a fake gag from the other man.

After cleaning up the mess, you head to your room, turning the LED lights on, the colors slowly bleeding into new ones over a short period of time. Exhaustion hangs over your shoulders, but not enough to where you can just power down and become dead to the world. So your thumbs scroll through your fed from your private social media account, appreciating the edits and dances your Lovelies have all done, and quietly praising the creative eyes, and passionate energy they have.

Is it egotistical to look at stuff the fans made (especially if you’re involved)? Maybe, but you’re smart enough to not let it go to your head.

Just as your eyes become a bit more heavier, an edit catches your attention, the thumbnail of Sunnie’s face, and the caption catching your attention.

It’s an edit of Sunnie, seductive shots taken from a few of your music videos, and from your first concert in Seoul, ‘Na Na’ by Trey Songz infiltrating the silence that persists in your room.

sungiesPlayBunni: this man is a certified freak, I know he is��😏.

You snort, ignoring the fluttering in your gut. You dive into more comments, curious.

sunshiklover: it’s wild how he looks like an angel, but looks like a slut when it’s time to work 😜🔥

jinniejinjin: stop, I’m meant to be loyal to my Jinnie😩😩😩.

╰┈➤sunshiklover: join the Sunnie cult😈. Let him be your bias wrecker!

joonxsung: I’d do anything to be the one he’s looking at like that😍🤤.

╰┈➤sungiesPlayBunni: aye yo? weird ass username you got🤨. You know they’re brothers right?

╰┈➤ joonxsung: yeah and? 🤷‍♀️

You shudder. It’s so strange that people actually ship those two, and poor Sunnie and Joon looked horrified when they first found out. You kept scrolling, briefly reading more until one catches your eye.

sunnibearXOxo: I can’t wait to see Sunnie playing as (Y/N)nie’s girlfriend! I’ll be using it for fanfic fuel🤩😜!

╰┈➤ (Y/N)theTeddyBear: another (S/N) shipper 👀👀!? Drop your ao3 or tumblr!!!

╰┈➤ sunnibearXOxo: of course babes!😜.

Of course, shipping amongst fans comes with the territory, and idols unfortunately can’t stop it even if some ships make them uncomfortable. You don’t really care- as long as it’s nothing weird- you mostly find it amusing and harmless. You’ve never dared to look at fanfiction though. Just edits you’ve seen in passing and occasionally some fan art. This shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason this make your heart uneasy. Maybe it’s because of your not so appropriate thoughts about Sunnie today.

Shaking your head aggressively, you swipe out of the app, shamefully heading to your private browser and popping in an earphone. Maybe rubbing one off will help…

You do everything to not think about those sweet boba eyes, and plush pink lips while you fuck into your hand desperately, but you fail and cum so hard anyways, guilt slamming into you shortly afterwards.

Yeah, you’re in some deep shit if you don’t get ahold of yourself.

᭄᭡ decor credits to: @/mischiefesse, uzmacchiato, cafekitsune, inklore.

[thefavouritelamb]

you have some serious fucking daddy issues, not even kidding. fortunately for you, your older yan!boyfriend is here to help you out in fulfilling your fantasies.

he can read you like a book. there's a flush to your cheeks when he kisses your knuckles, dresses you in the prettiest of dresses, praises you while you sit nicely on his lap. he's a wonder to be with because he knows everything that you need—even the ones you didn't know about.

he will make you cum so prettily too. you're bundled up in his embrace, fucking you so roughly but he's muttering sweet words that just makes your entire body weak. your body feels numb as he's thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. the world spins for a moment and he's whispering to you:

"so good for me, sweetheart. feel so good around your daddy. your pussy is going to make a mess for daddy, hm? daddy will make you cum. daddy is going to make you cum so fucking good, sweetheart."

[ilium-ilia]

i'll be so honest the second i read in limbo i was in love with aelin and i wanted to be the third she parades around the club so bad

"But-"

"Shh..."

"Someone's gonna see!"

"That's the point, isn't it?"

She's got her leg between your thighs, and all you can do is scramble to keep your skirt from riding up at her whim. Knee knocking forward until she's slotted right against your clit, you look up at Aelin with panicked eyes as the bustle of the club rages around you. Liquor heavy in the air, wine hot on her breath as she kisses your cheek, bloody lipstick marking your skin like a brand notes cattle.

"A-Aelin," you stammer.

"Go on," she coos. With her hands on your hips, she urges you to rock them but you're stuck in the love seat she has you pinned to. "Have at it, darling."

When all you can do is whimper in response, Aelin urges you further by rocking her own weight until her thigh is sliding along your sex. The fabric of your panties grows sheer embarrassingly quick at the stimulation. You're aware of the eyes. The patrons stumbling around in drunken stupors. When you swallow, you nearly choke.

"Mommy, I-" Breath catching in your throat, you attempt to scoot back along the seat, but she only follows you, never letting her thigh stray too far.

"What is it, baby?" Aelin asks so saccharine your jaw aches.

"Can we- maybe we can go to the VIP room? O-Or the bathroom... I just, there's so many people a-and..."

"Oh, no darling, we have to stay right here," she retorts. When she leans to kiss your neck, the silage of rosewater fills your nose and your brain is left spinning as she grabs your face and tilts it to the side. "Do you see that, in the corner? John's watching."

For a moment, you're expecting the man himself. John Price leaning back in a leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in one hand while he puffs away at a cigar with the other. You can nearly see it. Those deep oceanic eyes staring at you as Aelin renders you into mush just long enough until he's ready to take over.

Instead, you find a camera. CCTV wired up in the far corner, lens pointed right at you and Aelin as if anything else going on in the club is useless. You know he's watching. It's his favorite appetizer.

"Do you see it, baby?" Aelin pushes.

"Yes, Mommy."

Her lips curl against the side of your throat just as her hands pull at your hips, dragging you back down onto her thigh. "Make sure to be good for Daddy, love."

[munefille]

what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

[40kmps]

CARNAL

werewolf husband x reader | 18+| 3k

your husband is a painter who makes a meager, but comfortable living for you both creating portraits for nobles. his love of painting stems from his adoration of the night sky and the moon. he disappears one night and returns three days later—changed, distant, aggressive, and ravenous. not long after, you discover the reason for his behaviors and face the consequences of curiosity.

warnings; dead dove, dubcon, explicit sexual content, yandere content, knotting, breeding kink, grotesque + horrific imagery, detail + prose heavy.

proofread by @hantaslittlearsonist . ty, my lovely friend for your time and skills🙏🏻.

this is a repost from my deleted blog.

to see more of my work, both old and new, please interact and reblog this post!!

He was the wretched thing you kept behind locked doors with the rising of each full moon.

Once, the pale moonlight had been a thing of beauty to you both. To you it was an exquisite, lustrous pearl which seemed so small pinched between your fingers, squeezed and blurred through narrowed eyes. He, on the other hand, admired it in a different manner, staring adoringly at its craggy features and the wan, white halo it emitted.

By trade, he was a painter and made a meager living for you both from it. His portraits were most popular as nobles found his style palatable, brushwork concealing all flaws that showed in their faded clothes, tarnished jewelry, ravaged flesh and inbred faces. He knew what they'd wanted in a painting and created these fabrications as they wished because it meant more than old bread and leathery meats for dinner.

For you, he endured such mundanity if it meant you could eat well and dress warmly and in an enviable way to the neighbors. He enjoyed your simple delight; how little it truly took to keep you happy, how easy your marriage had been up until that point. You loved him and you loved the things he provided for you.

When it came night-time, far into the blackest hours where the world seemed seized in so forceful a hush, you made no objections when he pulled you from bed to go outside with him to view the sky. There, he painted by the orange embers of lantern light and tried to capture the likeness of the night sky with its misty moonlight and glittering, starry veil.

Sometimes you held the lantern for him, sometimes you did nothing but sit by his side holding the paint palette and lean into his hip, leaching away warmth from his body. Most nights, you were a handsome fixture and most beloved companion, trying to squash the moon like a grape with your fingers while speaking every thought out loud.

But, one night he went out alone and did not return for three days. He had left with his easel and stretched canvas and precious paint board, yet had come back to stand in the doorway with neither.

“Darling,” you hesitated, starting out firm in case he was inebriated or altered aggressively in some way. You looked at him as though he were some strange person. “Where are your things? Your paints? Your canvas? My love, where have you been?”

“I—I don't have much of an answer to that. I'm sorry.” Then, he strode past you to the bedroom, shuttered the windows to muffle light and sound, declaring he needed rest. “Please, let me be. I'll look for my things another time.”

Later, he was ravenous at the dinner table and ate more than you thought it’d ever be possible for one man to do. You sacrificed your own portion in hopes he'd be sated, but he only turned irritable and mute, as if he were aware nothing good would come of his words to you. At the time, you'd feared that you had upset him in some way, that he perhaps no longer thought you lovely and fashionable or dependable as his partner and wanted to do away with your marriage.

That would mean you could only return home to rural hardship, or to the slums in the neighboring kingdom. The world would know your unwanted status, how much of a disappointment you'd been to satisfy your own husband, and you would never know another moment of quiet luxury again.

You couldn't accept such a fate, so you bathed him carefully that night. Purposeful with how you dragged the soapy sponge down along his back, fingernails a featherlight graze between the valleys of muscle and flesh protecting his spine. You kissed the back of his shoulders, lips a smouldering touch against his neck.

Then, you felt from stomach down to his hips, swirling your fingertips against the bony protrusions and in the fragrant water before wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him to hardness. He still said nothing as he kissed your lips, tongue relentlessly pursuing your teeth to get inside your mouth, and pulled you into the tub with him fully clothed.

He fucked you deep and hard and bent over the edge of the tub that night, hips pistoning up against your ass, skin slapping raw, thrusting into your wet walls at an angle that had you writhing with a face warped in equal parts exquisite bliss and agony. It wasn't until one of his hands gripped you around the neck, levering you against him, that you noticed a wound on his forearm right below where purple and green veins pulsed under his skin, translucent.

They were tooth marks—two rows of them. Crooked and sharp, arranged in a way that reminded you of jagged spears wet by sea spray at the base of a cliff. They looked deep, like whatever had bit him held on, yet hadn’t had the intention to tear his arm off of the rest of him. The punctures were purple-red and abyssal as you studied them, vision jarred by his cock ramming you, his panting in the crook of your neck. The bruise surrounding it bloomed a concentration of colors resembling spilled ink.

How had you not noticed it before?

“I fear what may come on certain nights from now on. When I ask it, lock the bedroom and shutter the windows from the outside. Do not ask me questions for I have no answers to give you.” He did not offer you the reassurance you had wanted, but it was enough to help you confidently stride through the days, knowing that your marriage wasn't in crisis.

Afterwards, it became imperative for you to act as someone educated because you needed to understand what was happening to your husband those nights.

It started days before a full moon: he became impatient, easy to displease, indignant upon any perceived blunder you made. He did not gorge on wine, but whatever meats were preserved in storage and what you could afford now with his inconsistent employment. You tried hiding these poor portions in thick stews with vegetables that had been infused in simmering beef stock for hours, but he was never fully sated by it.

At the same time he started to demand distance from you, he ravaged you at strange hours in your shared bed, tearing at your clothes to suck on your nipples, to lap the glisten between your legs. New was his biting to leave marks and sup the blood mixed with his own saliva. More than once, he would come on your body in hot, thick ropes and squirt piss on you like an animal marking its territory.

When the night of the full moon arrived, he was transformed and horrifying. You had heard furniture crashing and shattering in the bedroom where he'd barricaded himself. Even his yowls throughout the evening had changed, no longer sounding like agony in the cries of the man you'd married, but something far more bestial. It came from within the chest, in the lungs behind the ribs, and was wholly not human.

You had made the mistake only once to check in on him during this point in his shift, as you hadn't known any better. Your voice was a panicked flutter, a whisper of fear that something else might have broken through the fortress of wooden boards nailed against the windows from either side of it.

“My love? Darling, are you alright?”

He was there. You thought he was there because of the silhouette clambering across the broken remains of your shared dresser and vanity. The difference was that this thing was enormous. A creature with a bristling back, hair or spines standing out like a porcupine threatening with its quills.

It stood and was forced to hunch from the low ceiling of your house. A canine-like countenance glowered at you, red eyes partially obscured by patchy fur. Raw skin shined in the barren spots in the lantern light you'd forced into the room. That hair didn't fully cover his abdomen nor his groin.

He was as much still human as he was this ugly beast. You'd thought to take another step into the room when he snarled and lunged towards the door. A shrill shriek pulled from your throat as you fully withdrew from the room, bolting the door shut with an iron key. He never made a ruckus against the door, and you left for the neighbor's immediately after, claiming that your husband had wanted space after an argument.

The next morning, your husband had somehow managed to escape the bedroom and sat in the kitchen clothed from the waist down, disoriented by the sunlight and his placement at the table. He didn't remember his transformation into the beast, but he did remember you.

Perhaps that's what gave you the courage to try to enter the bedroom the night of yet another shift. His yells of anger and pain had cooled after several hours, quieting to beastal groans and his heavy footfalls endlessly pacing the floorboards inside.

The door squealed, a call out to the darkness and creature within, and that creature responded with a growl—low, reverberating in darkness, a warning that you wouldn't be tolerated. You invaded the space carefully, meat and fish and other morsels for offering in a basket you'd woven yourself, that he had told you he thought was particularly artful at completion.

“Darling, I've brought you something. It's food. I've put fresh milk inside, too.” You caught sight of him near the boarded window, massive back rounded as he crouched low into a posture which looked as unnatural as when he tried to stand on his bent legs. “I know it— I know it won't ease your suffering, but you must still eat.”

He approached you, but it was unlike times before where he'd jump at the door to scare you away. This time he crawled towards you instead of intimidating you with his height— he wanted you to stay, and tried to appear small by dragging his long tail across the floor. The fur sounded like the coarse bristles on a broomstick.

“Oh, my love. My love. My love. What has happened to you?” You moved away from the coverage of the door into the dark space, using your body to close it behind you so that he couldn't get out. You couldn't be sure how he'd behave if he left the house. “I'm here. Oh, you're so sweet. Look at you.”

You'd placed the basket aside neatly, making your movements obvious so as not to inspire ire, and didn't react when his long snout pressed into your abdomen. Stubble and whiskers pulled back to reveal long, stalagmite teeth which chewed mindlessly at your clothes. His damp nose nudged under your layers, pressing flush to your skin, startling you with a nasally gasp.

It was the instance where his nose left your stomach and went lower, pushing between your legs to lick you through your pants that you tried to cower, sidle out of his reach. He must've retained some semblance of himself because his arms rose to flank you at the waist, claws digging to the grain of the door, his strong snout pinning you, tongue knowing your shape even through cloth.

The fabric between your legs was wet, sticking flush to you, giving him as much nearness he could achieve without stripping off the layers separating him from your taste. The luscious imprint of you was unfulfilling, not even a teasing drop of what he instinctively knew he could have.

Your pants were removed unkindly; ripped at the waist, torn through impeccable artistry and threads and delicate fabric he had once paid for. Neither complete fear nor anger kept you silent, motionless for him to do as he pleased by yanking the pants off of your legs, but swelling curiosity. You wondered how much of your husband still remained inside this beast when the full moon was high.

The same unkindness followed him shredding through your underwear with his strange teeth, gnawing the fabric to a thin, sopping string before he could finally have you. Inhale you. Taste you with the paddle flatness of his tongue and make you squirm when his teeth skimmed you.

“O-oh—” this wasn't like when he did it with his human tongue, as masterful as it was. He licked you with fervor you'd never felt, like he was reaching for something deep inside your viscera, blood and gore. Every subtle change of his immense nose and tongue was white heat behind your eyes, jostling pulses of electric, immodest moans, your hips driving forward on their own accord to help him find the treasure he sought within you.

Then, he stopped and hauled you to the floor with a single arm twice the thickness of that of his human counterpart. He knew no gentleness even now, dropping you onto your knees and palms against splintery floorboards which vented cool air up through the gaps, into your skin from the draft rising from underneath the house.

That cold reached deeper, seemed to lift off the ground to meet you as your husband—the beast—thrust your chest against the stiff boards and spread your legs apart with his mass. His claws sank into your hips without piercing your flesh, though their sharpness was undiminished to you regardless.

You knew agitation would not serve you here, neither would bursts of courage to escape. He would catch you with those talons, eat your insides with them and fuck you all the same.

He mounted you clumsily, then.

Enormous, coarse-haired hips grinding against your bare ass, prickling you, making you wince from where your face was nearly pressed into the wood below. You shivered at the first pass of his cock between your legs. Stiff and girthy, arched so well that you felt the moist tip drag across you, catching on spots he'd licked to flinching sensitivity, eagerly prodding at you.

The beast made a sound; a suffering groan with the tremble of his hips before he was thrusting inside of you. The sheer viciousness of his hips hammering against the globes of your ass and his heaviness forced you flat to the floor, where you reached out from the sides of your body for something to hold and grip for comfort. It was barren everywhere you touched.

Your walls were still tight around his cock even as the moments passed, growing no closer to accommodating his size than before, strokes animalistic and messy. While his fur muffled the friction of your skin, the airless dark of your bedroom was compacted with lewd squelching and moans you'd never known you were capable of making. Your noises were high-pitched and vile, paced with his hips, the curve of his cock stroking your velvety insides, and the wet suction releasing when he'd partially withdraw.

Above you, he panted with his long tongue lolling, dripping strings of saliva onto your back where they cooled upon contact and made you feel filthy. Your body ached from his weight pinning you to the inflexible floorboards, cold numbing your skin, hardening your nipples, grinding them down with each of his thrusts.

The enclosed space held an unusual smell, one apart from what you knew was sex. How sweat and salt and cum clung to the mustiness of old places. This was more pungent; earthier and heavier as it filled the room and leaked out of your hole, oozing down your thighs like nectar from a weeping peach.

You continued to let the beast—your husband—fuck you into the wood, the grain, to make you an impression in the floor as nothing else could be done. But you were sore now and sure to be swollen, as you were an uncomfortable fit for him again; virgin tightness which gripped every vein and ridge in his cock.

The grinning beast bared even more of his teeth, clicking them together as he released a shuddering sound, too distant to be human but not entirely monstrous. He rutted into you carnally, pushing your legs as far apart as they could go from where you were on your stomach, and went deeper inside of you still.

Something about the depth was so wrong—not meant to be, not meant to be experienced by a creature so simple as yourself. It was divine pleasure and pain, it was a threshold that shouldn't have been crossed, yet he had persevered and fucked you into screams.

His hips stuttered violently and he growled; he snarled; he whimpered like an actual beast mortally wounded. You gasped in awe at an enormity of sensations: his cum gushing inside of you, spurting out in thick ribbons to join the rest that had dried on your thighs, and his knot stretching your walls, locking his hips against your ass.

You fidgeted from the bulbous growth, clenching around it, whining wanly while he insistently humped you to burrow the knot as far as it could go. He was trying to breed you; plug his spend inside of you just as he would have had another creature of his sort. Because you were his spouse, perhaps he was only able to perceive you as his mate.

His movements soon slowed, calmed in the way of someone who'd been taken by blows of exhaustion and draped his large body across your back, prodding you with his spinose fur. There was some tenderness in how he kept his arms outside of you, bracing his weight onto them so as to not smother you. He did it to adjust his knot and half-hard cock inside you as well, unforgiving to the idea that you might have forgotten his fullness, that you were brimmed with his cum and felt bloated from it.

Nothing would come from this, only the shame of knowing you'd moaned and screamed for this beast, but not the human you'd married.

[edensrose]

˚₊‧꒰ა gojo enari ﾉ gn reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ your beloved boyfriend is strangely devout ꒰ pinterest ˖ gojo clan ꒱

“What will you have me do, beg?”

“Well,” you mused. “Maybe? Wouldn't that be a sight. A Gojo begging —”

Knock! Went the floor. Went your heart.

Up your legs smoothed delicate hands, lathering you with affection. Up your thighs whispered kisses from smoother lips.

“Oh, my darling.”

He crooned and your eyes gaped. Never would you have expected Gojo Enari, eldest of the Gojo Clan, to fall upon his knees before you. Kimono draped around him like a blooming flower of elegance and devotion as large, tender palms laved over your thighs, your hips, followed with his kisses.

“If you wish for this poor fool to beg then beg he will. Is my love not devout enough? Must I cry for you?" Enari's lips pressed along your tummy. He squeezed on your thighs slowly, sensually as he pressed into you like a lifeline.

Clinging. He was clinging. Worshipping. Shuddering.

“My darling,” half his face buried into your stomach, silver eyes peered up from feathery, fair lashes. “Save me, my love, save me.” He wallowed, still smiled, looked upon you as if you were every divinity in the heavens.

He took your hand, kissed it. Nuzzled your tummy, kissed it again, then limped. Heart eyes fluttered up to you and brows pinched upwards.

“Please,” he whispered, shaky. “Please, might you kiss this poor fool?”

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

[definefaulty]

bully x top male reader

he’s a huge bully, and also a huge bottom—so that makes your study sessions interesting.

(f slur, mlm smut, breeding kink)

~

“hey, shithead!” he calls out from somewhere behind you.

you feel a light thump on the back of your head, sighing and rolling your eyes you turn to see him sitting a few desks down, a smirk on his stupid face, big thighs spread, and an open empty notebook where he tore out the page he threw at you. his two pals stand around him, looking at you with disinterest. but his eyes stay focused on you, his sharp canine’s peaking out from his lips.

“what,” you say with a deadpan, not really as a question.

“let’s have a study sesh’ again, huh?” he says back, an eyebrow quirking upward.

your jaw clenches, the hand under your desk clenching as your heart starts speeding up, you swallow dryly, trying to force the growing erection away by will power.

“sure.”

you turn back around, catching only whispers from his friends who don’t understand why he has you over for… study sessions. it’s not like his grades are improving anyway. you squeeze your pencil in hand feeling his familiar hot gaze on you, one that pierces you and makes your skin flush, your stomach flip, your dick stir. he’s making you insane, and probably isn’t affected by you in the fucking slightest.

~

but anyway, you’re standing at his door after school. the sun is low in the sky but still emitting a warm glow on your back, your hands starting to sweat around your backpack straps. you stare at the ground, almost questioning your shoes on why they walked here again. you look up and knock, quietly and only twice. it takes a couple seconds for footsteps to approach, and you catch a glimpse of him in the window, through the shudders.

the door clicks and opens, he stands almost a foot taller than you, muscular and handsome. wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts, his cologne fills your nose, some masculine sharp scent. his lips twitch when you meet, especially as your eyes dart to his mouth, his chest. you clench your backpack straps, and he opens the door all the way, keeping his eyes on you as he jerks his head to the side. you walk in.

everytime it feels like you’re walking into a trap. or chernobyl, some forbidden place you don’t belong. like you’re crossing and recrossing a boundary you know you shouldn’t. the door closes behind you and you hear the lock, your fate sealed. you’re fucking hard. he saunters around you, his eyes trailing over your whole body like something he’s going to buy—maybe he already owns you. as he walks in front of you his eyes stay on your bulge, your hands in fists at your sides. he makes eye contact with you suddenly, playful and hungry and hot. you dart your eyes away, clearing your throat.

“s—should we, go to your room?”

he snickers, and reaches forward to unclasp your belt. the metal clangs loudly on the hardwood, and he unzips your pants, his hands digging inside to move your underwear and tug your cock out. it throbs out in the open through your zipper, fully erect and starting to drip precum. you’re already breathing hard and blushing, your legs shaking a little as his strong hand lightly moves down your dick, he rubs his thumb across the slit, gathering the precum on his thumb and bringing it to his mouth. a shiver runs through you.

“yeah,” he says, lowly, “follow me.”

he turns around, his other hand suddenly grabbing your cock and he pulls you forward by it, your legs awkwardly stumbling to follow. his warm grip makes you bite your lip, the subtle pleasure washing over you in waves. his room is nice, cleaner than you thought it would be the first time you came here (literally) and he has a big mattress on the floor. you shut the door behind as he releases your dick, laying down on the bed. he nods to the space in front of him, laying his hand behind his head and taking his phone out.

“i’m too sore to study, massage me.”

you swallow, letting your backpack fall off your shoulders by the door. you cross his room and kneel in front of him, your dick this close to his body makes you take a sharp breath in. with shaking hands you reach forward and grab his foot, massaging his sole with your thumbs. he watches you lazily, his hooded eyes blinking slowly. your cock throbs under his gaze, your hands move up his foot to calf, it’s smooth, big, you massage him there on the back of his leg. avoiding his eyes, avoiding how close your cock is to his foot. fuck you can’t be this into this.

you slide your hands up more, his thigh, as smooth as his calf and thick with muscle. he groans very lightly, almost inaudible under his breath. as you massage he stretches out slightly, and you feel his sock rub against your cock and flinch, having to chew on your cheek to keep a moan from spilling. you hear him snicker, and look up to find his eyes looking up at you, his phone in hand.

“somethin’ wrong, buddy?” he says, and pushes his foot against your cock.

your eyelids flutter, your fingers digging into his thigh.

“no, hmfuck.”

a smirk grows across his face, and he bites his lip, his eyes moving down to your cock. he breathes in slowly as he drags his foot up and down your dick, you swear, starting to pant and almost buck your hips.

“you’re such a dirty little fag,” he whispers in a husky tone, you see his chest start to rise quicker, and his cock stirs in his shorts, “fucking weirdo, perv.”

you grab his foot and start grinding your cock against him, hard as fuck and going delirious, your eyes staring at his growing tent. he drops his phone to his side and starts palming himself, his hand squeezing around his girth giving you a good view of his bulge.

“fuck,” he huffs, his other hand starting to move down his body, giving his big pec a squeeze, “you’re so big—and fuckin’ horny, loser.”

you huff, eyes rolling as you thrust your cock across his foot. he swallows, pulling the front of his shorts down to jerk himself at the sight of you. you feel your mouth salivate as he tugs his shirt up enough that it rests atop his pecs, his nipples hard. you grab his shorts and move them the rest of the way down, and he lifts his feet so you can toss them behind you. you grab his legs and push them up as you crawl forward, his face is flushed, chest heaving, he avoids your gaze as you bury your face into his ass, your tongue lapping at hole. too high pitched a sound comes out of him as your tongue pushes inside, his hand getting slick with precum as he strokes. he pinches his nipple with the other hand and you lick his balls as you push two fingers inside him.

“fuck!” he moans at the penetration, his legs moving closer to his chest, “hurry!” he whines.

you work your fingers inside him, licking his ballsack and taint, his thighs quiver around your head and you leave a few marks on them. you angle your fingers upward, taking over his cock as his hands move to both his pecs, his tongue hanging out as he moans. it always drive you insane, to watch him become a slut. for you, your slut. you jerk him furiously, his precum becoming louder in his room to match his moaning. his hole clenches around your fingers as you dig deeper inside him, you lick your lips and then wrap them around his cock, he almost yells as you sink down, feeling him reach your throat. you hum and bob on his cock working his prostate with your fingers, he moans your name in feverish whispers, eyelids fluttering closed as his hips jerk up into your hand and down on your fingers. its not long before his jaw drops, desperate eyes opening for a moment to make contact with yours as he tugs his nipples.

“FUCK! i’m-i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna fucking cum! DRINK IT ALL FAGGOT!”

he erupts in your mouth and you slam your fingers inside him, he yells for the whole orgasm, legs shivering as his hole clenches, his balls pulled up tightly as ropes of his semen fill your mouth. you swallow, moaning around his cock as you keep fingering him, your other hand moves down to unbutton your pants and tug them down, kicking them behind you. he squeals, his hands trying to push your head off his cock weakly. you slide your fingers out and he sighs gasping, he’s shaking as you quickly move upward to be ontop of him. he opens his eyes, tearing already, his cheeks red.

“w—wait—“

you growl, like something primal and slam your cock inside his ass, he throws his head back, eyes rolling, and a loud long moan escapes him. his hands push weakly on your torso as you get your shirt off, and pinch his nipple again.

“FUCK! slow down, i’m uh—“ he moans and swears, tears falling down his cheeks as you mercilessly fuck him, your cock pounding deep inside setting off every nerve of pleasure inside him, his words mumble and merge, thoughts interrupted with another slam of your cock.

“you love this,” you snarl, wrapping your hand around his throat, his eyes meet yours, lost in bliss, “you fucking love being my slut, fucking fag,” you spit into his parted mouth, as you feel him clench tighter around your cock, “tell me you love it.”

he nods dumbly, his legs wrapping around you and his hands scratching across your back, “i love it! i’m your fucking slut, fuck me—fuck me—get me pregnant, cum inside my pussy! i’m yours!”

“fucking hell,” you swear, having to put your whole weight on him to shove your cock in his ass, his eyes are rolled back, tongue hanging out his mouth as you fuck him.

your release is being milked out of you, his muscular body holding you as tight as his ass does your dick, every inch of his wet walls clenching and sucking you in. sinful wet noise fill his room, he cries out, and you moan as your orgasm feels just at the edge, trying to hold out another moment. he surprises you when he drags you down for a kiss, hot, sweaty, his tongue quickly filling your mouth. he hadn’t kissed you before, and your skin flushes all over as your orgasm rapidly hits you. you thrust your cock balls-deep as you start shooting cum, feeling him hold you even tighter as warmth spreads around your dick with rope after rope of cum fills him up. it takes a couple seconds for your high to come down, and you groan, sitting back on your knees to take your cock out.

you both breath heavily as he lowers his knees, his hole properly bred. you gulp, taking in the hickeys you’ve left across his skin. you can’t help replaying the kiss in your head, a new flush filling your face. you hear him clear his throat and jump.

“get me… a towel… or something… dork,” he mumbles, removing his shirt.

“o—oh yeah,” you stumble onto shaky legs, darting out the bedroom to the bathroom.

he purses his lips, only able to try and save face as his heart pounds. his fingers move to trace the ghost of a kiss on his lips, and he bites his cheek—you’re driving him insane, been since the first time he sat on your virgin dick.

[cloudedcreams]

(nsfw) thinking of a yandere who is entranced by the idea of you taking his virginity from him.

he saved it all for you, he said. he told you that he’d forced away all his unclean thoughts, put himself in the shoes of the pure in hopes that it’ll unleash such passion, some emotion and such longing between the intimate moment he wishes to share with you.

he groans against your lips, slightly grinding his hips as he does so. he leaves you wet, open mouthed kisses and he trails them from your cheek to your neck, sucking at the skin as he fondles your chest.

“you’ve got such pretty nips.” he pants, before swirling his tongue around them, sucking them as he used his hands to undress the two of you. he bucked his hips against you the moment the two of you were unclothed, moans pouring from his lips until the moment he sheathed himself inside of you.

he thrust himself inside of you wildly, grabbing your hips with sweaty palms as he lightly moved them to match his rhythm. you tangled your fingers through your haired and he breathed your name out, shaking as he did so.

“ohhh fuck yeah baby. s-say my name like that again, p-please fucking… mmh” he pleads. he places another kiss against your lips, hurried and passionate, messy with the ecstasy that he’s feeling, and even after he’s released himself inside of you with desperate and crying whimpers of your name, he keeps his length inside of you, humming against your ear as he whispers praises on repeat.

[rororonyan]

Mothman.....?

[valentine-cafe]

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 :red velvet croissant !! . . . mad doctor & mad scientist ⊹ gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 209 ꮽ  jingyi herrera & rishen herrera

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a charming, snake monster mad doctor and his alluring spider-mantis-moth hybrid, mad scientist husband

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... a continuation of this. after the brainwashing occured, reader is left a little hazed and blurry sighted. Jingyi and Rishen take care of them to make sure they relax before turning home.⊹ cw ٬٬ dub-con . reader has been brainwashed . dark themes . aphrodisiac venom . biting . grinding . 

Rouge tinted soft lips presses against yours and melds together perfectly. "That's it." Rishen chuckles into the kiss. "Just lean into it darling. You're here with us now."

Though the room remained blurry and hazy after your little blackout. You had the comfort of being in your spouses' arms. Tender bronze fingertips, decorated with long maroon nails, caressed your cheek gently. All so Rishen could bring you closer to him, tongue begging for entrance past your lips.

Cannibalism starts with a kiss and the feel of teeth biting down on a plush bottom lip. Your back has been pushed flush against the mad doctor behind you. Long, defined fingers and hands moving their way down to take hold of your hips. While his front presses impossibly close to anything he can against your back.

"You look exhausted, carino. Would you like us to help ease you?" Rishen sighs against your lips, pulling quiet whimper after whimper.

Searing, the feel of your core burning up is searing. Did you feel Jingyi bite onto the junction of your neck, injecting a sort of aphrodisiac venom into your system. Nothing lethal, of course. What a beautiful sight to behold. You, finally theirs. A darling for them to hold close and be more than good to.

As if your body begs for it on instinct, you nod your head. Holding onto Rishen tightly. "It's so hot—" You earn a chuckle from both of your husbands when you whine.

"Then let us help you. Darling." Jingyi whispers. Hands moving downwards, beneath the hem of your pants. Slithering like a snake to the fruits none other than Rishen and He will be able to touch. Your head throws back at the delectable feeling of each stroke of his thumb against the sensitive spots.

Meanwhile, Rishen is making her way down your neck. Pushing you up against Jingyi a little more to apply pressure where he's getting you best. A gasp elicits from your throat when the hard tent in her tight skirt grinds into your groin. Sparking a friction even more pleasurable than before.

Shivers strike down your entire nervous system. What else are you but putty in their hands. Jingyi's hands work skillfully, while Rishen steals your breath, littering kisses down your sensitive, hot and burning skin.

If pandemonium were incarnated into the living. You were sure these two were the shared soul of it. Complex, but beautiful. Dangeorus, but so deceivingly tender. Promising for a doom, yet so convincing for a bright future of love.

"I— I- mgnh. . ." As you ease into the pleasure and your first climax hit. You feel as though you are about to black out all over again. Rishen registers the tight grip of your hand on her silk shirt. Whispering for your husband to hold it.

Before you know it the world tilts a little. Jingyi has picked you up. You've been given some space from the dizzying session. No doubt there will be more. You look forward to it. But in this hazed state, even Rishen and Jingyi acknowledge you need a little break.

"Let's get you home," Jingyi drawls.

"We'll get you a nice hot bath and some good food." Rishen chuckles and steals one more kiss from you. Just one.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[invincibledc]

Batsib!reader literally not knowing what to do as Kole, aka Kory’s adoptive son who’s also a Tamaranean, keeps staring at them.

Like he’s just sitting there smiling at the poor Wayne child. Reader is getting nervous, cause why the fuck is this guy just staring at you.

Is this your karma for mocking your twin brother Damian for having an alien best friend.

And now you have one, but you don’t count him as a friend. More like an acquaintance, but he’s clingy.

Ever since he kissed you, learning English, he’s been all over you like a new born puppy to its mother.

Guess this is your life now…