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hyunsvngs · 1 year ago

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priest jeongin in the context of me loving fleabag

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blasphemy kink, priest!jeongin (roleplay), dirty talk, dom jeongin (he's mean), sub reader, fingering, orgasm denial, a lottt of spit, wet 'n messy

“Kneel.”

It reverberates throughout your brain like a pinball on one of those old games. It’s strict, firm, but it still has your heart pumping so quickly as if it’s confused you. You knew he’d say this. You spoke about it beforehand, but god - nothing could have prepared you for the image of Jeongin like this.

His clerical collar is tight around his neck, the long strands of his brown hair tickling the top of it. He hasn’t got his hands shoved in his pockets or anything that could indicate the process of his falling apart, no - Jeongin stands there, hands by his sides, those big black boots spread just enough to have you staring at his crotch.

You drop to your knees. You make a thud on the wooden floor and Jeongin doesn’t even snicker. His eyes narrow in on you, and you lick your lips with anticipation. What is he going to do? You’re not sure, but then he’s leaning down too, fingers on your chin, and his lips press against yours with little warning.

He kisses filthy. You remember the first time you’d kissed him, and he’d been all tongue and teeth even then. He’s not any better now, tongue swiping over yours and his mouth sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. You want to squirm, to run your hands through his hair and pull your priest in for more, more, more, but you need to be good. If you’re not good, he won’t give you anything you want - it’s a simple exchange like that - and so your palms stay flat on your thighs.

When your lips finally part, a string of thick, viscous spit links the two of you together, and Jeongin groans. He can’t help himself, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips to collect your mixed saliva, and then he’s spitting it back onto your face. A large hand comes upwards, and the one already positioned on your jaw becomes firmer, keeping you in place as he rubs the spit into your cheek.

“Filthy,” He murmurs, eyes fixated on where your skin is slick. Jeongin’s worse, though, and he licks your face clean, groaning again at the taste. “I bet you’re fucking soaking wet, dirty bitch.”

You are. Your panties are grey and if he only spread your legs he’d see - you’re clad in only them, and the wet spot is so large by now that you’re scared it’s going to start dripping on the wooden floor. He coos at you when you nod, chest heaving, and he stands upright again, hands clasped in front of his stomach.

“What is it that you want?”

“I- I-” You babble, voice hoarse. He grins this time, dimples a perfect contrast to the image of authority in front of you.

“It’s meant to be a confession, right?” He says, still smiling. You moan. The whole thing is so dirty, so debauched that you arch your back, thrusting your nipples out into the cool air. He doesn’t move his eyes off of yours, wholly unaffected. “Tell me what you want.”

Your eyes flicker down to his fingers, still clasped together. His gaze follows you, and he doesn’t say anything. You lick your lips. “Please, father.”

Jeongin hums, nods. “Get on the bed for me. On your front.”

You move so quickly that it would’ve been embarrassing in any other situation. You’re on your front on the bed within seconds, and you spread your legs so he can see exactly what the situation is doing to you. You hear his stuttered breath, and then footsteps. He shoves his face into your drenched underwear and inhales, and you’re squealing, canting your hips back.

“Jeongin! Jeonginnie, that’s-”

He inhales again, pulling back. “It’s what? It’s dirty, baby?” He muses, running a fingertip up the seam of your folds through your panties. You’re so wet that your underwear must be translucent by now, and you gasp when the pad of his finger just barely breaches your hole, through the fabric. “I’ll tell you what’s dirty. Presenting this ass for your fucking priest is dirty.”

“Oh my god,” You wail, head dropping to shove your face against your forearms. “I-I’m dirty, father, I can’t help myself.”

“I can see that.”

His thumbs hook into your panties, and you hear them fall to the floor with an embarrassingly wet noise. The cold air hits your folds, a sensation so jarring that it feels like there’s something biting at the sensitive area between your legs, and you try - and fail - to avoid squirming.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” Jeongin says, voice steady, and you blink. Before you can answer, two digits are sinking into your hole deep, and he curls them upwards to hit your g-spot. The feeling makes you whine, and your gummy walls clench on his fingers, gushing more and more slick down to his knuckles without him even properly moving them. “Tell me. How long has it been?”

“I don’t- I don’t know-”

“You wanted to do this properly, didn’t you?” He scoffs out a laugh, digits finally starting to piston inside of you. You keen, trying to grind your hips to get your clit some form of attention with how it’s aching and untouched.

“Yeah! I did, but- I can’t- Iyennie-”

“Father.”

“Father! Father, it’s been-” You really can’t think. You’re not sure what he means, but something within you tells you he’s referring to the last time you’d been such a whore, needy for his touch, and that had been literally yesterday. “It’s only been a day, father, please, please, more-”

“That’s right, a day,” He coos fondly, and his thumb finally, finally, moves down to rub against your clit. It’s messy, imprecise, but you wail and thrash as if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It truly feels like it is. “I make you cum every single day, and you’re still a dirty little whore. You know what happens to bad girls, honey.”

“Hnng, no, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“You don’t know many things, do you?” He sounds irritated now, his words coming out in clipped, short sentences. His thumb presses harder on your clit and his fingers somehow push deeper, all of their length pressing inside of you as the most delicious thing you’ve ever felt. “Bad girls take what they’re given.”

You have to. You can’t find it in you to respond, and when you get so close, so close that you can feel it beginning to rattle your teeth, his hand pulls away. You want to throw a tantrum, to stomp your feet and beg him for something, anything, but your orgasm is ruined before you can find it in you to speak. He's snickering behind you, and you moan in dismay.

“That’s one,” He murmurs, and you hear the wet sounds of him sucking his fingers clean. He spits on your asshole and you feel it dribble down to your pussy, adding to the mess between your folds, a wet patch forming beneath you on the sheets. You're out of breath, toes curling and relaxing, tears biting at your eyes. “I think two more edges and you can cum.”

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stellaspectral · 6 days ago

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Ok so can you do one of tmnt 2012 Leonardo like a cute story how he sees his s/o comes to the lair to show off her new hair dew like she has EPIC blue highlights like his signature color and like it’s a story story and not headcanons I NEED DA FLUUFFFFF 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙.

Ps: looooooove your writing ✍️ 💙💙💙🩵💙💙🩵💙🩵🩵💙🩵💙💙🩵💙

A/N: Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing 😊

And I hope you enjoy this tooth-rottingly sweet story! 💖

A Little Piece of You (fluff)

💙 2012 Leonardo/Female Reader 💙

CWs: Fluff, established relationship, romantic gestures, kissing, and light brotherly teasing. All characters are aged-up.

The cool air does little to quell the excited, fluttering warmth in your chest.

You pull the hood of your hoodie further over your head, a grin you can’t contain tugging at your lips. Every step you take towards the sewer entrance makes you giddy with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity in a salon chair, your hair was finally done.

And today is the day you’ll be showing it off.

It’s been hours since you left the salon, and you couldn’t stop running your fingers through your blue highlights. And you can’t help but smile each time you glimpse them in a shop window or a car mirror. It’s bold. Different. But more than anything—it’s him.

Leo’s shade of blue.

You’ve been thinking about doing it for weeks. The idea hit you randomly one night while hanging out at the lair—watching him train, graceful and composed, that signature blue bandana catching in the wind of each practiced move. You rarely go this far to surprise someone, but … Leo’s different.

He’s worth it.

You lift the heavy manhole cover and duck inside, descending the ladder. You navigate the familiar tunnels beneath the city, practically buzzing with excitement to see the look on his face. The distant, warm glow of the lair guides your way.

You skip through to the end of a tunnel, rounding the last corner. As you emerge and descend the ladder to the main entrance, the sounds from the lair grow louder. You try to slow your pace, aiming for an air of nonchalance, but the butterflies in your stomach flap uncontrollably.

Once your feet are on the ground and you’re in the common area, you take a deep breath before pulling your hood down. You shake your head, letting your hair fall freely around your shoulders. Mikey is the first to spot you. Though he’s mashing buttons on the pinball machine, his head whips around, his baby-blue eyes going wide.

“Whoa!” he shouts, abandoning his game entirely. He zips over to you, circling you like an excited puppy. “Your hair! It’s epic! Look at it!”

His exclamation draws the attention of the others.

Donnie looks up from a gadget he’s tinkering with, his intelligent eyes scanning you with analytical appreciation. “An interesting application of blue pigment,” he muses, a small smile on his face. “The placement is aesthetically pleasing. It suits you.”

Raph exits the dojo and looks at you. He has his arms crossed over his plastron, and you can see the genuine amusement and approval in the crinkle of his green eyes. “What’s this?” he teases, huffing a laugh. “Tryin’ to get on Fearless Leader’s good side?”

But your attention isn’t on them. Your gaze has already found the figure sitting cross-legged on the floor, mesmerized by the television screen.

Leo.

He’s so engrossed in Space Heroes he’s the last to react. Finally, he tears his gaze from Captain Ryan’s heroic speech, blinking as he turns to see what all the commotion is about. His gaze finds you standing there. And for a long moment, he just stares, the cartoon forgotten. He takes in your hair, his expression shifting from confusion to stunned silence.

Then a slow, wonderful smile spreads across his face, which always makes your stomach do a little flip.

“Wow,” he breathes out, the single word full of more awe than any of the others’ compliments.

Rising from the floor, he walks toward you. He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of you, his gaze locked on the vibrant streaks woven through your hair. He opens his mouth, searching for the right word as he reaches out, tucking a highlighted strand behind your ear before examining another one. “It’s … blue,” he remarks softly, a hint of wonder in his voice.

Mikey groans dramatically in the background, Donnie clears his throat, and Raph mutters something, but a smile tugs his mouth as he vanishes into the dojo again. You and Leo barely notice. He’s still holding a strand of your hair, still looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Do you like it?” you ask, your voice full of a hope so big it almost hurts.

His eyes finally lift from your hair to meet yours. They are so warm, so full of affection, it almost takes your breath away. “I love it,” he says, his voice sincere. He tilts his head, a small, curious frown creasing his brow. “Why, though?”

You bite your lip and smile shyly. “It’s your color,” you state quietly. “I just … I wanted to have a little piece of you with me, even when you’re not around.”

His breath catches. The look on his face is one of pure joy, as if you’ve just handed him the most precious gift in the world. He gently takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “That’s …” He trails off, shaking his head slightly as if to straighten out his thoughts. “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, right at your hairline. When he pulls back, his smile is bright enough to light up the entire lair. “It’s perfect,” he says, his eyes twinkling as he looks from your hair to your eyes and back again. “You’re perfect.”

And as he pulls you into a secure hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you feel him smile against your skin—and you know that all those hours in the salon were completely and totally worth it.

He pulls back, just enough to look at you, but his hands remain firmly on your waist, keeping you close. The awe hasn’t left his expression; if anything, it has deepened into something reverent. You watch as his gaze travels from your eyes to the blue highlights and back again, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail.

“I still can’t quite believe it,” he murmurs. He reaches up with one hand, his touch feather light as he once again traces the path of a vibrant blue streak. “It’s the exact shade.”

A shy laugh escapes you. “I, uh, may have brought a photo of your bandana with me to the salon,” you confess, feeling a blush rise on your cheeks.

His laugh is a low, warm rumble in his chest. “Of course you did,” he says, his voice thick with an affection that makes your heart soar. He shakes his head slowly, but his smile only widens, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “You are … something else.”

His hands slide from your waist and up your back, pulling you flush against his plastron. He lowers his head, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips for a fraction of a second before meeting yours again. You nod, and that’s all an answer he needs.

His lips meet yours. One of his hands stays on your back, holding you steady, while the other comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin gently. Your own hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping the smooth, hard shell as your heart hammers a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

When you both pull back for air, your head is spinning pleasantly. A slow, happy smile spreads across his face once more.

“Blue,” he murmurs, “is definitely your color.”

You laugh, a breathless sound. “I was hoping you’d think so.”

“Soooooo …” a voice pipes up, shattering the perfect bubble around you. “Are you guys gonna finish making googly eyes at each other, or can we order a pizza? All this romance is making me hungry!”

You both look up to see Mikey looking at you, a cheeky grin on his face. Donnie appears behind him, knocking him lightly on the back of the head.

“Mikey, tact, please,” Donnie scolds, though the corner of his own mouth is twitching in amusement.

Leo just laughs, the sound bright and unbothered as he guides you over to the pit. Pulling you down to sit beside him, his arm comfortably drapes around your shoulders, drawing you against him. He looks over at his brothers, his joy too big to be contained.

“We’ll order pizza,” he announces, his gaze flicking back down to you. He reaches out and idly twirls a strand of your blue-streaked hair around his finger. “But first, finish watching his episode with me.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping you.

You hang out at the lair for a few more hours, catching up with everyone. All the while, Leo sticks close—not overbearing, but always within reach. A hand on your shoulder here, a glance across the room there. Every time your eyes meet, he smiles.

You leave eventually, promising to come back the next night. Leo walks you to the ladder like he always does, but this time he pulls you in for a longer hug before you climb up. His fingers brush through your blue-highlighted hair again, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Still love it?” you tease.

He answers without hesitation. “More every time I see it.”

Your heart flutters. You leave the lair with a blush and a grin that sticks around for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile, in the lair, Leo walks back into the common room. But the second he steps foot into the space—

“So …” Mikey starts, grinning like a cat who found the cream. “How does it feel knowing your girlfriend basically dyed her hair for you?”

Leo raises a brow ridge and tries to play it cool, but the faint flush crawling up his cheeks betrays him instantly. “Feels …” he begins, crossing his arms and lifting his chin slightly, “pretty awesome, actually.”

Raph snorts from the other side of the room. “You sap,” he mutters with a smirk, not bothering to hide the amused gleam in his eye. “Next thing we know, she’ll be wearin’ a blue mask to match yours.”

Leo opens his mouth to retort, but the image hits him harder than he expects. You. In his color. A laugh—genuine, quiet—slips from his throat, and he just shakes his head.

He hopes the color never fades.

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davidtennan-t · 1 year ago

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May Noble Guide You. Always.

Donna is always looking out for ways to help her best friend.

Major angst but a happy ending! Inspired by this post, because I still think about Fourteen morning, noon and night.

And yes, Skyrim is involved.

1592 words - also available on AO3

“Hey, Spaceman?”

“Yeah, Donna?”

A pause.

“Have you ever dabbled in video games?”

The Doctor glanced up from the toaster he was tinkering with, eyes peeking over the top of his glasses. Even after so many years of travelling, living, experiencing, he was sure he’d never been asked such a question before.

“Hm, not really,” he answered after a second of musing, “never really been my thing, with this face or any of my other faces. Not even the younger version of this face.”

Donna nodded and returned her attention back to her laptop.

An article was open on her screen, which she was attentively scrolling through.

‘Gaming as therapy? Research shows video games can provide distraction and escapism.’

“Oh, wait!”

Donna nearly jumped out of her seat – she still wasn’t used to his sudden outbursts, even if he had been living with them for nearly half a year now, and she had of course travelled with him all those years ago.

Some things never changed.

“Could you announce your brainwaves any louder?” she uttered but turned to listen.

“I once saved Rose from certain death by playing pinball,” the Doctor explained, “true story. And I did have a run-in with Iwatani Tohru when an alien invaded his base model for Pac Man… lovely bloke, he was. There was also that time I tried to stay with the Ponds, played on something called a ‘Wii’. Oh! Yaz once challenged me to a game of Tetris – I wasn’t very good at it.”

Somehow Donna knew that last part was a lie by the way his nose scrunched up. She shook her head in amusement.

“I won’t even ask,” she smirked. The Doctor smirked back and returned to his tinkering.

As she continued to read the article, listening to the sounds of the toaster slowly being dissected, Donna wondered if the idea forming in her mind would be worth it.

She would do anything to help her best friend. Even if they’d found ways and means to help him in this ‘semi-retirement’ period, it didn’t hurt to try new methods.

“Why’d you ask?”

Donna glanced up to the form of the tinkering Time Lord again and smiled.

“No reason, just curious… Rose dabbled with gaming for a while, but I don’t think it’s really her thing.”

The Doctor’s expression formed acknowledgement, just as a couple of screws fell onto the dining table.

“By the way, you know what happened last time you tinkered with that toaster. You can apologise to the fire crew this time, not me,” Donna smirked, “anyway, it’s time for dinner – your turn to make the toasties. And how you’re gonna make them without the toaster, I’ll never know.”

“I’ll use the grill!”

“You nearly blew the house up last time.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

Guess it was time to put the toaster back together.

A couple of weeks later, the Doctor was riding a storm. It was an invisible one, but Donna could see how hard it was affecting him this time.

Odd little things would begin to happen. His smile wouldn’t be as bright, his movements became slower, and his voice lost its erratic spark – the family were reminded they were living with an old, wounded man who’d been through unimaginable horrors.

It started with a nightmare, this time. Or, maybe it didn’t… Donna told herself the Time Lord didn’t always need a reason to feel the way he did. He didn't need a trigger point.

He’d told her himself – he’d lived a lot and suffered in the fifteen years since they’d travelled together.

He’d lost a lot.

And sometimes, that hit him like a brick wall.

“Doctor?” Donna announced quietly as she walked into the living room. It was just the two of them in the house for the afternoon, but she’d barely saw or spoke to the Doctor since breakfast. He’d hidden in the TARDIS for a while, but then she’d spotted that skinny frame trudging back into the house as she’d pottered in the garden.

And here he was. Sat on the sofa, hunched over, elbows on his skinny legs with his hands hiding his face. His hair seemed messier than normal, and he wasn’t even wearing that waistcoat of his.

“You okay?”

No response.

Donna didn’t hesitate to sit down right beside him, silently letting him know she was close.

Almost immediately, the Doctor uncurled himself with a heavy inhale, realising he wasn’t alone anymore.

Donna didn’t need to see the tear stains on his cheeks to know he’d been crying.

And then, the Doctor shuffled towards her like a wounded animal and wrapped both arms around her, while burying his face into her shoulder.

Donna’s arms wrapped around him in turn without hesitation. She gently held the back of his head, her fingers gently massaging through his hair – he seemed to like that. It calmed him, even if he’d never admit to it.

Silence prolonged for a few minutes.

Donna glanced over at the TV. Or rather, she glanced at the brand-new box sat beside it. A black box with a remote control perched on top. It was funnily shaped, almost like a Sontaran ship.

Obviously, she hadn’t mentioned that part to the checkout man when she’d purchased it.

Perhaps it was time to put that box to use. The box that held these forms of escapism and adventure... maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t – but she was willing to give it a try.

“You’re okay, Spaceman,” Donna whispered to break the silence, returning her attention back to the Time Lord, “I’m right here.”

“I know you are,” came the muffled reply from her shoulder – not in his ‘I’m not that dumb’ tone, but rather a proclamation of ‘I’m so glad you’re with me.’

His voice was still shaky and rough, so Donna gently leaned back to rest against the soft cushions of the sofa, while the Doctor followed and tucked himself against her, those long legs curling up like a cheetah after a run. She knew he was feeling rough when he didn’t want to leave her side, not for a while at least.

“M’sorry,” the Doctor said in a muffle. Donna heard the guilt in his voice, and she wouldn’t have it.

“Don’t be so daft,” she said softly, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. You’re home… and home is where you’re looked after.”

She kept a hand on the back of his head, stroking through his wiry brown but greying hair.

And they sat like that for ten minutes. A sad but comfortable silence.

And then, Donna decided it was time – time to see if that box beside the TV could bring her best friend a new form of comfort.

“I have something for you to try,” she announced.

The Doctor knew what those words meant. It meant Donna was trying for him. His old, arrogant and younger-self wouldn’t have entertained any such ideas she laid out for him, but now, he did… he wanted to.

“What’s that?” the Doctor asked, sniffing lightly.

“Wait here,” Donna told him, gently easing herself away from the Doctor so she could get up and walk to the TV.

The Doctor watched, intrigued, as the TV lit up and beeps emitted from the large black box, now glowing green.

He didn’t question anything. Not even when Donna returned to him with some sort of controller in hand. He sat up and took it from her when she offered it out to him.

“It’s all set up for you. Rose helped me do it�� pick any game you like. I’ll be making supper if you need me.”

An hour or so later, Donna hadn’t heard a peep from the Doctor.

All she could hear over the boiling potatoes and the rather noisy air fryer, where odd sounds coming from the TV. With everything prepped and ready, Rose and Shaun due home shortly, she took off her oven mitts and returned to the living room.

There, she found the Doctor, in a very different state to how she’d found him earlier.

He was perched on the edge of the sofa, but his head wasn’t in his hands this time.

Instead, his long fingers were gripping the controller, his tired but intrigued eyes watching the screen while his thumbs moved the joysticks.

Donna’s heart suddenly felt very, very full.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

The Doctor didn’t stop what he was doing – on the screen, there was a cat-like creature wearing rags running around a medieval looking city.

“I used to be an adventurer like you… then I took an arrow in the knee.” Came a voice from the TV, between the calming melody of music.

Donna didn’t have a clue about any of it, but she smiled.

“It’s interesting, I’ll give you that,” finally came the reply. “I’m supposed to be alerting some Jarl about a dragon. But I thought the flowers were more interesting, so I’m collecting them.”

Donna still didn’t have a clue, but she nodded.

“Okay, well, not too much longer, mister… Shaun and Rose will be back shortly, and supper is nearly ready.”

“Whatever you say, Mum,” the Doctor acknowledged.

Donna shook her head with a smile and decided to return to the kitchen.

“Donna-”

She stopped, looking back towards the sofa. The Doctor was looking at her, a small smile on his face. A smile which she could see was ladened with an appreciation, perhaps some relief, even.

“This is helping,” he said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Spaceman.”

#i know i have an unfinished fic to do but cmooooon #angst is calling #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #fourteen x donna #doctor who #david tennant #my fic

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underground-headmates · 24 days ago

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hi! can I request any songtive?

of course !

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Now introducing…

Arcade !

Name(s) ; Arcade , Circuit , Muse

Pronouns ; She/Her , He/Him , Bit/Bits , Game/Game , Screw/Screws , Coin/Coins , Play/Plays , Fun/Funs , Prize/Prizes , Win/Wins , XD/XDs

Age ; Ageless

Gender ; Arcadegender , Vaguegirl

Sexuality ; Pansexual

Source ; Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon

Role(s) ; ADHD Holder , Thailean

Interests ; video games , arcade games , art , pinball machines , space , things often perceived as “cringe” , roblox , cartoons

Species ; Humanoid personification of an arcade machine

#completed bah pack #bah baa #build a headmate #bah packs #bah pack #baa blog #bah blog #build an alter #baa pack #baa #bah #build a headmate pack

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arpmemething2 · 10 months ago

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Life is Strange Starter Sentences

Send one for my muse's response. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"Hey... Be careful out there."

"Everybody pretends to care until they don't."

"With great power comes great bullshit."

"I'll always be with you."

"I'm fucking insane in the brain! Let's dance!"

"My powers might not last."

"If an event skimps on the food, you know it's a bad event."

"I wish I could stay in this moment forever."

"Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face."

"Put some clothes on, hillbilly. "

"There's nothing more innocent than a teenager's diary"

"You're sweating pinballs. Is that all you're thinking about?"

"Nobody tells me what to do. Not my parents, not the Principal, or that whore in the bathroom!"

"Ready for the mosh pit, shaka brah."

"Everything is a picture waiting to be taken... "

"The slightly unconscious model is often the most open and honest. No vanity or posing, just... pure expression."

"I bet you were glad to see her blast up in that truck like a rock star."

"I hate to say I'm glad to see you, but I'm so glad to see you."

"Oh, I see... I'm not important to you anymore. Nobody cares about me... Nobody..."

"When a door closes, a window opens, or something like that."

"Would you like to spend the rest of your life in my dark room?"

"I don't have a fucking clue what's going on. But I have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes."

"I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation."

"Just because I’m mentally ill doesn’t mean I deserve to die"

"It sucks to be dragged into the spotlight."

"If that tornado came right now, I would just sit here and watch for a while."

"You’re exactly the kind of soldier I’d want by my side in a war."

"Are you cereal?"

"I know I can be a pain in the ass... and... and you've always treated me like a person, not... not a beta nerd. I told you before that I'll always believe you..."

"Nobody... nobody lectures me. Everybody tries though... They try..."

"Everybody hates me... everybody..."

"That video of you clubbing didn't look like homework..."

"You already love my work, so it's not like you're playing favorites. Just imagine if you picked my photo, though... we would have to spend a LOT of time together... That could be... fun, don't you think?"

"Meow. Bring out the claws. I love seeing chicks fight."

"Don't think I don't know what goes on around here. You've only been here for three weeks and you're already causing conflict."

"I may be a pest, but... I'm a good listener."

"Hey, hey... I know this is a bad time, but can I get one picture? I've been feeling like this might be actually the end of the world, so... I want to have something for prosperity."

"You want some drugs?"

"Why look, an otter in my water!"

"Years of mad dodging skills. Bullies never change."

"I was eating those beans—are you fucking insane? I WAS EATING THOSE BEANS!"

"Hey, that's total slander!"

"I'm not a real scientist, even though I play one at school, but this seems like pure cause and effect, maybe Chaos Theory..."

"I do believe in forgiveness and redemption."

"I don't want to fight with you anymore. I don't want to fight with anyone anymore..."

"Everybody lies. No exceptions."

"Even angels need angels."

"Yes, you're a psychopath. And this is your last session."

"How the hell did you know about that photo? That's my favorite picture of her... I can look at it anytime and she'll always be there for me. I can't stand not knowing where she is... not hearing her voice... or her laugh... anymore."

"Wowser"

"Always take the shot. My number one rule in photography."

"I love that you're my partner in crime."

"Since you're the mysterious superhero... I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion."

"I'm sick of your disrespect! Tell me the truth, that's an order!"

"Home, shit, home."

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The Monsters' Favourite- Ch. 32 Date Night (Special Episode Starring the Unknown)

You know I had to have one with the newest freak of the Fog lol

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence and Death, Slight Voyeurism, Monster Fucking, Semi Public Masturbation, Fingering, Alien Biology, Dubcon/Noncon, Creampie

A sliver of Greenville was transported to the Entity's realm, a place that Mikaela and new girl Sable both grew up in. How strange for it to be here, of all places… You didn’t know if it was truly strange that it was here, being tied to two survivors that were rather to their peers in the Fog. They were strange individuals, strange but good natured. It was no surprise that something else found its way into the Entity’s embrace, especially something so infamous that its track record spanned decades, leading into the next century.

Mikaela and Sable always believed in the Fog, even before they truly knew it or had any reason to do so. They believed in the dark, though Mikaela tried to find the light within it while Sable reveled in the pitch black. She was the first to believe in the things that could go bump in the night, though she was the last between the two of them to truly experience it. They were mixed upon seeing the square of their hometown in the Entity’s realm. It was nostalgic but sad. Disturbing. Sable warned of something incredibly dangerous that lurked in the darkest corners of Greenville, worse than the run of the mill killers that all survivors faced on a regular basis. Something that made people go mad and little girls rip their eyeballs out. It thoroughly disturbed everyone, everyone but you.

A new killer…? A new companion?

“Don’t go to that terrible place… It’s… not what Mikaela and I once knew it to be.” Sable looked tired whenever she gave this warning. Everyone dreaded the trial that they would be sent to it, where they would ultimately see whatever terrible thing lurked in the dark and spirited its victims away.

Everyone but you.

It was strange to see such a modern addition to the Fog… It was comforting, in a way, even in spite of how twisted everything was. Holes where they didn’t belong, ruin and destruction, flickering lights… At least the arcades and the projector in the movie theater still worked, you mused. That was a boon that you weren’t expecting, though it certainly was a pleasant surprise, especially since you found the arcade machines were actually functional.

“Huh… When’s the last time I’ve played a game like this?” You don’t know why you were speaking aloud, fiddling with the bumpers of a worn down pinball machine as it ringed and beeped an obnoxious tune. You found yourself straining your ears as you looked over your shoulder.

…a quick game or two wouldn’t hurt, would it?

One game turned into seven, and you were kicking and tilting the machine by the time you got annoyed enough to stop. If this thing actually required money to function, you would have probably lost your mind by this point. You cursed it and kicked it once more, swearing as you hit it in just the right way so you really felt it underneath the nail of your big toe. You felt a flash of hot pain course through your foot and you shouted, hobbling over to a bench that you heavily plopped down upon with a sigh.

Huh. Was this the most normalcy that you’ve had in a while? Maybe it was… but it didn’t change the fact that you were being watched from somewhere, by someone or, rather, by something. You felt the hairs on your body stand on end as you perceived something in the upstairs room of the movie theater.

“...”

Or maybe you were just being paranoid that you hadn’t seen your newest partner yet? It was unusual to go so long without being pounced on by a needy killer. Maybe it was stalking you? Fear and apprehension began to creep up the side of your neck, colouring your face slightly as you picked at the skirt of your yellow sundress.

“...hello…?”

Your ears perked up slightly.

“Hello? I-I… I need some help…”

No, you definitely heard something, though it was so quiet that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. Your instincts told you to run away and get the hell out of the realm but something greater bolted you in place, briefly soothing your fear into something still uncertain but far more manageable than blindly fearing the Unknown.

“...hello?” Oh, why did you do that?! Sometimes your body still acts on its own, against your control and consent. Moments like this leave your heart racing and your blood pressure doubling, especially as you strain your ears against the ear-ringing silence and the barely audible whispers of the Entity.

“...”

…or maybe it really was nothing after all… You can’t deny the fact that a not so insignificant part of you was disappointed not seeing this new addition to the Fog. Where was it, anyway? Was it hiding from you…? That was a laughable thought, though you certainly wondered as you sat in place, distracted.

“Hmph-”

You left for the time being. Maybe it wasn't yet acclimated to this new place? You felt… disappointed. Were you truly so far gone that you felt disappointment in not meeting some decades old horror face to face? Yeah, actually, you were… This disappointment lingered until you were in your next trial, unsurprisingly in Greenville and more unsurprisingly against the Unknown.

The feeling of being watched loomed over you again, and you hummed to yourself as you shook off the spine-tingling chill of fear that wracked your entire body.

One survivor fell…

Screaming hit your ears from across the small square. Someone ran past you, panicking as they ripped their hair out and tried to swat away something… Unknown.

Two survivors fell…

Distorted voices cried out, for help, for mercy… It wasn’t genuine but rather cold, calculated to cause discomfort and fear to rise in the already panicking survivors. It scared them to the point that it made even the most experienced out of them all fall to the Unknown’s basic but insidious tactics.

Three survivors fell…

You sat on the bench in the square, observing how scuffed up your shoes were. Was it over yet? Maybe you would be the next one anyway… Not knowing what would happen next was both terrifying and exciting. Would it kill you? Fuck you? Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw something peering at you from the corner of the theater building.

“...oh…? What’s… -this?” The voice was hushed, barely audible from where you were seated but you could still hear it with startling quality. It sounded like a chorus of individuals speaking as one, but… no, not quite. There was a slight delay in the speech, as though not all the voices were matching one another. Not out of confusion, no, more like… the right words weren’t available to the creature that was using them to speak.

“Huh?” You lean forward a little, straining your ears as you did so. In the moment it takes you to blink, whatever is hiding around the theater is gone. Oh. Everything is silent and your anxiety begins to rise slowly.

“Mmm… I- like it…”

The voice was spoken directly into your ear, breathless and unnaturally quiet. For a fraction of a second, your heart leapt into your throat and your vision was briefly clouded by stars, but the panic that you felt instantly evaporated and you were left with a warm feeling that blanketed your body and smothered into something far more useful and pliable for both the Unknown and the Entity.

“What would… -you like?” The question caught you off guard. What was it asking…? You could feel it looming just behind you, so close that you swear you could see it in your peripheral vision but it was just barely out of sight. A loud POP filled your ears as the Unknown settled behind you, waiting for your answer.

“I… don’t understand?” You were left genuinely confused by its question. What would you like…? That didn’t matter, or it never mattered to anyone else, it seemed. The Unknown shifted behind you, almost as if examining you from behind.

“What would… -you like?” It repeated it again, only louder this time. You stared at the ground, at the twisting shadow that was casted from behind you.

“I… don’t mind anything. You can do anything you want to me, I-” You were a little startled by an unsettling groaning sound. It wasn’t quite a growl, but it was something close, like something hard being ground against each other.

“What. -would. You. -like?” Gnarled fingers grazed against your shoulder, brushing against the thin strap of your dress.

“I…” You were left a little stumped. You didn’t fully understand what kind of question it was asking you. What did you want it to do to you? What did you want to do with it? …what did you want?

What did you want…?

“I… want-” You trailed off for a brief moment as your eyes landed on the movie theater.

“-to see a movie with you.” It was a halfhearted attempt at a joke, really. You were nervous and didn’t know what else to say. And… yeah. You did want to go see a movie. You thought the Unknown would become annoyed at the very least, or even angry, but to your surprise you felt it place a broken, disjointed hand on your shoulder and gently urge you to stand up with a slight push from behind.

“O-kay… Date -night?” Oh. …oh!

Well… that wasn’t what you were expecting, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise. You were led into the movie theater, the Unknown awkwardly shuffling in behind you. A part of you was going to jokingly ask if the two of you could get some popcorn or something, but then you remembered seeing a severed arm both in the machine and under the counter and your stomach decided against it.

It’s not like you’re going to have much of an appetite soon enough…

You weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting as you entered the dilapidated theater with the Unknown at your back. It was dark, as expected, but the large hole in the side of the room had completely distracted you from the fact that you were being sat down in one of the aisle seats. It was a little uncanny how the light from the outside lamp posts seemed to die before it entered the theater, leaving it shrouded in a darkness that was almost unnatural. Your heart began to pound in your chest as you waited to see the Unknown pass before you, so you could at least catch a look at its silhouette as it passed in front of the projection that was playing idly but to your surprise it instead took a seat behind you.

“H-Hmm…?”

What… was it doing…?

You don’t think you’ve ever had a killer do something like this before. Not even… No, not even Max, who was probably one of the shyest people you’ve ever met. Even more than Dwight… It made you blush a little as you thought of them both, which somehow felt wrong, given the circumstances.

Even though this is your entire purpose… You’re nothing but a-

A symphony of POPS filled your ears and made you jump slightly. Damn.. does that hurt? A part of you felt sympathetic to the Unknown, even after catching only a few fleeting glimpses of it from afar. Would it allow you to touch it? Did it even want you so close to it? Was it keeping its distance, or was it merely observing you for now? All of these uncertainties made you antsy, and it made your already warming body heat up even more as you could feel the Unknown staring at you from over your shoulder.

“H-HRRHMMM…~”

The sound made your hairs stand on end as it vibrated through your body. The Unknown’s hand fell from your shoulder and onto the back of your chair, where it gripped it tightly. Your heart skips a beat and you ball up the skirt of your dress as you feel the old wood and plastic shift and creak under its vice grip.

You know a leering stare when you feel one, and you certainly felt it in spades. Was it staring at your chest…? You unconsciously crane your neck to the side, slightly pushing up your breasts with your upper arms as the Unknown shifted behind you.

“...h-hot…~”

Your face began to heat up as you felt a room temperature breath tickle the back of your partially exposed neck and ear. A thrill ran up and down your spine as you caught a glimpse of its face from the corner of your eye, far too low with a neck that was far too long and with an expression that both made your stomach churn with fear and excitement. Your body began to tremble as you heard the chair behind you creak, a soft, wet, squishing sound just barely audible over your breathing and racing heart.

SQUELCH

SLIP

SQUISH

The Unknown’s contorted body pressed against your back as it learned towards you. There was no mistaking the quiet sounds and noticeable rhythm of movement for anything else other than that, right? You rubbed your thighs together as your breathing picked up, hitching slightly as the urge to move and do… something, anything other than just sit there suddenly took hold of you.

“What… -do you think? Like -this?”

You were unable to stifle a gasp as the Unknown seemed to drape itself around you, at first what you thought was an arm was in fact its long, distorted neck practically wrapping around your shoulders like a scarf as the rest of its body slunk over the tops of the seats not unlike a snake would, though with far more limbs and more joints that needed to be popped in and out of place to achieve the shocking movement.

“...heavy -p-petting…?~”

Its voices were flat, not filled with the correct intention, but you didn’t need words to know what it wanted from you.

With its left arm, the Unknown looped it around your waist, leaning its surprisingly heavy body mass against your side as its other hand was busy in between its legs moving in a gesture that was all too familiar to you. You squirmed in place as the Unknown rested its cheek against your chest, a disturbing, fixed smile on its face as its fingers tickled up the side of your inner thigh, pulling up the thin fabric of your skirt. A low, rumbling sound hits your ears as you begin to part your legs for the Unknown. You bite your lip and try to hold back a shudder but fail to do so as you feel crooked, broken fingers dig in between your thighs and clumsily press into the wet folds of your sex.

“O-Oh…”

The Unknown seemed to have a general idea of how ‘heavy petting’ works, but it likely has only observed from afar instead of partaking, itself. It was in the right area, doing all the right movements but it was unpracticed and jerky, as though it struggled to maintain its fine motor functions. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, a little rough at times but not at all like how other killers treat you, purposefully trying to harm and humiliate you through the action. The Unknown was almost curious as to your reaction, maintaining full concentration on your face as you spread your legs open further and sank down into your chair with a shaky sigh.

Every movement it made, your toes curled in response. The Unknown circled around your clit, briefly pushing it in before sliding down from it and pressing its thumb into the entrance of your vagina. T-This- This is so- O-OH!~

“M-MMM-!~” You moan and arch your back as the Unknown pushes its thumb up to the knuckle inside of you. I-It’s so long and feel so- O-OUUGH-!~ All of its fingers bent in ways that were physically impossible, or rather improbable, for a typical human being. Its thumb is bent the wrong way! Like it's the wrong way out, or-

You blindly fumbled around until you grabbed the Unknown by its knobby wrist. It shuddered and groaned as it inserted its forefinger inside of you. So warm, so soft…~ It felt good to reciprocate that action back, on its own body. It felt even better that you were watching it, slightly wide eyed and slack jawed as you tried to make sense of its anatomy. You threw your other hand atop of its right, wrapping around it as it both stroked itself and occasionally dipped its fingers into itself just as it did with you, even mimicking the same ‘come here’ motion that had your hips bucking and your vision narrowing.

“R-Right there-!~ Mmm-!~ I-I can’t-!”

Your legs began to quake as the Unknown found and massaged your sweet spot over and over again. An embarrassing amount of liquid erupted from in between your legs, causing your eyes to go slightly cross and your back to arch. Your other hand was now wrapped around the Unknown’s slippery, inconsistent member, not anything like a human penis but nothing like anything else you’ve ever experienced in your time in the Fog either. Instead of pulling its fingers out, the Unknown shoved a third inside of you as you leaned over to the side, breathing heavily as you felt one of its legs push in between your own and prop it open so it had full access to your nethers.

“More-?~ Next… -base?”

It disturbed you how tightly its body was wound against your own, but it didn’t cool the raging arousal you felt as the sharply pointed head of its cock rubbed in between your folds and retreated into the warmth of your clenched fist. The Unknown pulled its fingers out of you and allowed you to guide it towards your entrance, shivering and gripping your thigh and hip tightly as it was instantly attracted to the warmth of your body.

“H-Ha… A-AHH-?!~”

Your voice rose in pitch as you were suddenly filled. Shit-! That’s a lot- FUCK, IT’S A LOT-!!! It was reminiscent of the Demogorgon’s cock in how it seemed to fluidly change shape, both in length and girth. A garbled groan left the Unknown’s chest as its hips bucked into you, instantly putting pressure against the entrance to your womb. It’s squirming-! It’s so slipper and it’s TOO MUCH-!!!~

Your body was pretzeled into an awkward position, but the discomfort was nothing in comparison to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that you felt as the Unknown began to slam and grind its hips against your own. No, it wasn’t quite its hips, or it was, but it wasn’t the part of the pelvis that the genitals typically rested at. Rather, it sat almost on top of its hips, near where its naval would be if it had one.

You squeaked in surprise as you felt something pointed scrape against your sensitive bits. Instinctively, you tried to squirm away but you found yourself unable to move in the Unknown’s firm grasp, especially when you felt something all but clamp down onto the soft mounds of your pubic region.

“W-WHA-?! O-OUUGHH!!!~”

It was like something was biting you! Long ,thin, teeth-like appendages sprouted from the gaping hole of the Unknown’s abdomen, slightly blunted but still digging into your skin in such a way that blood could be drawn if you tried to pull away from its advances too hard. They twitch around your vulva and squeeze down on you whenever you try to squirm or your hips bucked too hard away from it.

“Good…~ Baby…~ So wet~ -sexy…~”

The Unknown was breathing against your heaving cleavage, its tongue snaked out of its twisted maw and down the front of your dress. Your vision was blurred with tears and you were lighthead and dizzy from having the air fucked out of your lungs. A wet SLAP accompanied every bump of its hips against your own, a thick, sticky fluid leaking out of the wound on its stomach and smearing all over your ass and your pussy. It was an excellent lubricant and made every subsequent orgasm that you had come swiftly and without warming.

“O-OHHH!!!~ M-MMM-!~ G-GUUUH!!!~”

“H-Ha~ -c-coming…~”

Its tongue slid up your neck as its lower abdomen began to twitch. You felt an uncomfortable pressure begin to swell inside of you, only for it to suddenly double in intensity so that your limbs were jerking and twitching erratically as you desperately tried to escape the unbearable stretch that threatened to tear you in half from the inside out.

Painful, needle-like pricks dug into your sex as you felt a thick, room temperature liquid suddenly rush inside of you. Panicked gasps leave your mouth as you struggle to breathe. There’s so much-! Fuck, you’ll burst!!! Even though it hurt like hell, you were cumming again, and again… and again, until both you and the Unknown slipped into the floor, with you lying prone on your stomach as it was on top of you, with one of its legs wrapped around yours and its neck draping over your shoulders, so its head laid just in front of yours and it could look you in the eyes.

“O-Ooouughh… P-Please…” Your voice was a quiet whisper as you squirmed against the pressure in your lower abdomen. The Unknown was shifting inside of you, its cock slowly sliding out of you with only the aid of gravity. The relief you felt was immeasurable, but your eyes snapped open wide and you screamed as it thrusted back inside of you with a confidence it didn’t have before.

“-again. More- Shh- I’m almost done-”

It repeated many phrases it learned during its time while stalking humans. It applied all the knowledge it learned from them onto you, to make you feel good, to make you squirm, to make you cry… The Unknown didn’t have a need to hurt you, not exactly a desire to cause harm nor to hunt you, but participating in something that it has seen countless times was exhilarating in a way, especially when you welcomed it all, even when it purposefully fucked you in ways that made you cry and scream for mercy...

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