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tayytae · 7 months ago

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“Late Nights, and Tom”

Synopsis: Fem/Reader, who becomes increasingly suspicious of her boyfriend Tom's late-night arrivals home. She grapples with doubts about his fidelity, questioning his explanations for his tardiness. The tension builds as she confronts Tom about her concerns, leading to a pivotal moment in their relationship where trust is put to the test.

ANGST-SMUT

Reading time: 10m

MY POOKIE SAID I SHOULD DO THIS SO WHY NOT 🗣️

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I sat on the couch, staring at the clock as it ticked past midnight. Tom was late again. This had become a routine lately—him coming home way past his usual time, always with some flimsy excuse. At first, I tried to believe him, but my gut told me something was off.

Tonight, I couldn't take it anymore. I paced around the living room, my mind racing with thoughts of what he could be doing. Is he with another woman? Is he lying to me? The questions gnawed at me, consuming my thoughts until I heard the front door creak open.

Tom stumbled in, looking disheveled and guilty. "Hey, babe," he mumbled, avoiding my eyes.

I couldn't hold back anymore. "Where have you been?" My voice came out sharper than I intended.

He hesitated, then stammered out a story about a work emergency that required him to stay late. But I wasn't buying it anymore. "Tom, I can't do this. I feel like you're hiding something from me."

He looked genuinely hurt. "I'm not cheating on you, I swear. It's just been crazy at work."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I want to believe you, but it's hard when you keep coming home late without any real explanation."

Tom sat down heavily on the couch, looking defeated. "I promise, there's nothing going on. I'll try to be more transparent about my schedule from now on."

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "I just need honesty, Tom. That's all."

We argued for a while longer, and eventually, I just gave up and went to bed.

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As the days went by, the tension between us only grew. Every time Tom came home late, it was like a dagger in my heart. I tried to trust him, but the doubts kept creeping in. One evening, I couldn't contain my frustration any longer, once again, I accidentally outbursted.

"You're late again," I said, my voice trembling with anger.

Tom sighed, running a hand through his braided hair, tracing the indents of the rows. “It was just a long meeting, babe. You know how it is."

"No, I don't know how it is, Tom. Because you never tell me anything anymore!" The words spilled out before I could stop them.

He looked hurt. "I'm sorry if I've been distant, but work has been crazy lately."

"That's not an excuse, Tom! You can't keep using work as a shield to hide whatever it is you're doing."

His eyes flashed with annoyance. "I'm not hiding anything from you!"

"Then why won't you just be honest with me?" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

Tom's expression softened. "I am being honest. I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you." He sighed, looking down at his feet for a few seconds before glancing his doe eyes back up at me.

"But you are hurting me, Tom. Every time you come home late, it feels like a betrayal."

He took a step towards me, reaching out to hold my hands. "I promise, there's no one else. You're the only one I want."

I wanted to pull away, I wanted so desperately to believe him, but the doubts lingered like a dark cloud over us. "Prove it then, Tom. Show me that I can trust you."

He nodded solemnly. "I will, I swear. Just give me a chance to make things right.." he pulled me closer by my waist, our chests touching together as he looked down at me with a smirk.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. Deep down, I wanted to believe that Tom was telling the truth. But the nagging voice in my head kept asking, what if he's not?

Tom leaned down, passionately kissing my lips. His lips felt.. soft, warm, and plump. I couldn’t help but let his tongue explore my mouth with such keenness.

I blush as tom’s lustful gaze stayed upon me. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said in a husky voice, his hand sliding up from my waist to cup my breast through my shirt. He can already feel my hardened nipple against his palm and he smirks, knowing that he has that effect on me.

I bit my lip as Tom leaned in and captured my lips in yet, another kiss. This time, the passion, the love, and the gentleness vanished. This one, was lustful, eager, and rough. His hands traveled around my body in a possessive manner, wanting nothing more then to show me his love tonight.

Tom's hands traveled down my body, pulling my shirt up and over my head, revealing my bare chest to him for the first time in what felt like years. His lips were on my skin, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my neck, collarbone, and breasts.

I moaned softly as I felt his lips attach to my neck area, my hands left his own and started to tug on his dark, black cornrows.

Tom growls, the sound vibrating through my body as he grabs my hands and pins them above my head, his lips never leaving my skin. He trails kisses down my chest, over my breasts, and flicking his tongue over each of my nipples before making his way lower.

��mmh- Tom..” I moaned quietly, loving the way his lips feel against my soft and delicate skin.

"Mm.. your skin against my lips feels amazing, fuck.." Tom murmurs against my skin, his tongue tracing patterns over my stomach as his hands move to unbutton my pants. He pulls them down, taking my panties with them and throwing them both to the side.

I feel the cold air hit me, the only form of warmth is Tom’s ragged breathing and the feeling in my lower abdomen.

I moan and throw my head back, letting myself enjoy the sensations. Tom’s constant praises and reassurances make me feel a bit better about all of his actions, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Only thing on my mind is him.

“T-Tom,” I plead, my hands tugging on his braids as I continued to speak, my hips rocking against his face in order to creat more friction.

“Mmm, that's it baby. Let go and give in to the pleasure. You're so fucking beautiful when you lose control." Tom whispers against my skin as he continues to finger and suck on my clit, determined to make me cum hard for him.

A loud moan escapes my mouth as he adds a finger, his fingers automatically curling to my g-spot. My legs squeeze his head unconsciously as the pleasure becomes a bit overwhelming.

“M’close..” I said in between my moans, whimpers coming out of my mouth as my stomach forms a knot.

“I know, you're so fucking close. Make sure you cum hard for me baby. Make that sound again, I've missed it." Tom murmurs against my skin, his fingers pumping into me faster with his thumb rubbing circles over my clit.

I moan louder, my hands gripping the sheets hard as my head gets thrown back. My mouth in a shape of an ‘O’ as a silent moan escapes my mouth at the same time. I glance back to Tom as his eyes stay focused on me, occasionally sneaking glances at his working.

"Yes, that's it baby. Cum hard for me like you always do. I love watching you cum undone in my hands." Tom groans out as he watches my reaction, his fingers moving faster as he increases the pressure on my clit.

“Shit!- M’gonna..” I couldn’t finish my sentance as my pussy clenches around Toms rather large fingers; my white juice covering his fingers

"oh fuck yeah..." Tom groans as I cum hard on his hand, his fingers covered in my juices. He immediately withdraws them and licks them off in front of me, giving a loud moan as he does.

Tom stands up and undos his belt and takes off his shirt, my eyes wander over his toned body; admiring his godly physique.

"Do you like what you see?" A smirk forms on Tom's lips as he drops his boxer briefs, showing off his cock that was now fully erect. "I hope you do because I can't wait to be inside of you."

I gasped at the size, a huge 10 inch cock. Its been in me before, but just seeing it makes me feel even wetter..

"Don't worry baby, I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of me in that tight little pussy." Tom gets on the bed, crawling towards me. He leans down and kisses me hard, running a hand over my chest.

I moaned into the kiss as tom pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart and positioning himself at my entrance.

"Oh fuck, I missed you baby. I missed that sweet little pussy too." Tom teases as he rubs his cock between my lips slowly before pushing it in all the way to the hilt, giving a loud grunt as he does.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I grip his biceps, the pain of him stretching me out is absolutely insane. Yet, do to our long history of dating, I still never really got used to his size.

"That's right, fucking tight as always baby.” Tom bottoms out and stays there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size before he starts to pull back slowly. He does this a few times so I can get used to the feeling of him being inside of me.

I bit my lip in pain, but then the pain turns in to pleasure as I begin to moan. Nodding at Tom to signal he can start to go faster.

Tom gives a low growl from the back of his throat and starts to pick up his pace, gradually going faster with each thrust as he fucks me hard and fast.

I moaned loud, my hands moving to his shoulder as I dig my nails into his skin, Tom leans down and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

"God baby, I love you so much. Your pussy feels so good." he says with a gasp as he picks up his pace even more, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

“T-Tom!” my eyes rolling back as my face begins to sweat, the sensations sending me into complete ecstasy.

"I'm close baby, cum with me. cum all over my cock." he growls, reaching a hand down between me to rub at my clit, the extra stimulation pushing me both over the edge.

I clench around his cock as my vision fades, stars filling my sight as I do exactly what he says. I cum hard and all over his dick. A ring of my juices can be found at the base of his penis.

Tom lets out a loud moan as he cums deep inside of me, completely filling me up with his seed. He stays there for a moment or two, trying to catch his breath before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to me.

I pant as I try and catch my breath, glancing over at Tom. His gaze then looks at me.

"wow.." he says with a grin on his face, reaching out to brush some hair out of my sweaty face. We stay silent for a few minutes before tom speaks up again, "I'm sorry I've been so late from work lately, baby. My boss has been piling on the work and I wanted to make sure I could do as much as I could so I could see you."

I pull Tom into my embrace, “Thank you baby,” I rubbed his back, “Thank you for finally telling me.”

"I know I should have told you sooner, but I didn't want you to worry." he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer.

I smiled, “Its fine baby, I love you.”

"I love you too, more than anything.”

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dirtybitfic · 8 months ago

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Ghostface

matt sturniolo x fem reader

contains~ smutt, violence , chasing , threatening calls

your pov-

I was sitting on my couch watching a movie eating some chocolate covered strawberries . I was supposed to be out with friends tonight but they cancelled on me last minute. So i'm all alone in my house bored as an absolute mother fucker.

I couldn't tell you how long i've been sitting here watching movies but i'm getting tired of it so I decided to take a shower.

I made my way upstairs when I heard a loud bang from outside . I would normally be shitting my pants but its storming really hard outside so I write it off .

I grabbed my speaker and connected my phone and started my shower playlist.

I got into my hot steamy shower singing along to the songs as I washed my body . I heard another loud sound outside but again its storming so I choose to ignore it . I just started rinsing out the conditioner in my hair when my power went out.

I immediately freaked out rushing to find my towel in the dark bathroom. I have a major fear of the dark , so much that my heart is pounding and I can feel it in my throat. I finally find my towel and turn off my speaker and turn on my phone flashlight.

I make my way out of the bathroom and down to the breaker in the down stairs laundry room. I have a chilling feeling that runs up my back as I reach the end of the stairs. I look around to see if there is any movement just to be safe . I make my way down the hall to the laundry room and open the door and find the breaker on the wall .

I flip the switch for the electric and the lights come back on and my heart starts to slow down . I sigh loudly as I make my way back to the shower to finish rinsing my hair. I turn the water back on and hop in rinsing the rest of the conditioner out and stand under the hot water for a bit to calm my nerves.

I make my way back out of the bathroom in my towel and enter my bedroom . I had left my curtains open earlier but I made my way over to shut them since I was about to change.

As I was making my way to my closet for a pair of underwear and a sleep shirt my phone rang.

*you answer the phone

hello?

what's your favorite scary movie?

What?

I start to feel a weird feeling in my gut telling me I should hang up but ... I don't

what's your favorite scary movie?

listen im not in the mood for prank calls so fuck off

no need to get hostile the deep voice says from the other line

im sorry but really im not in the mood so bye

I hang up the phone and go to my closet grabbing the clothes I need and go back to my room . My phone rings again. And my stomach drops.

Listen im gonna get pissed off in a second so stop calling me

wait don't hang up

fine what do you want

I wanna know your favorite scary movie

why?

because I just do come on tell me

I don't know . I guess the original scream ...and this call is feeling very familiar now that I think about it

mmm interesting choice why do you like the scream movies

reasons that I will not be telling a stranger on the phone so bye

I hang up the phone again . I honestly just want to go to bed i'm tired and pissed off now . I take off my towel drying my hair then the rest of the water off my body .

my phone rings again this time I pick it up and I don't hold back.

LISTEN ASSHOLE I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME BUT IM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD

your cute when your angry the voice on the other end says with a dark chuckle.

what ... what the fuck did you just say the line goes dead and I start to panic. My heart is racing and my breathing accelerated I quickly throw on my underwear and shirt and turn around to face the door .

I hear a small creak down the hall and I look around my room for anything I can use as a weapon only to find nothing.

I internally curse myself for not owning weapons but in what world would I ever think a man could be in my house playing tricks on me .

I hear another creak and I back up closer to the window . I decided to crack the curtains and look outside to see if I could see someone in the backyard but all I see is darkness and trees swaying from the storm.

I hear another creak this time downstairs. I stupidly decided to tip toe my way to the door and open in and slowly make my way down the hall to the stairs . I hear another creak then another and I immediately clutch my chest feeling my hart beat so fast I feel like I could drop dead any second. One thing about me is fear... excited me it's embarrassing my fear and adrenaline turn me on .

I hear foot steps get closer to the stairs and I whip around the wall so if the person looks up they won't see me .

The only thing is how did the person on the phone know how I looked pissed off. There was no-one in my room ....

I hear steps up the stairs slowly. I hold my breath .

I know you're up there sweetheart a deep voice says and my pulse quickens. The voice matches the one from the phone call .

I slowly tip toe my way back down the hall keeping watch of the stairs as I hear the stairs creek under his feet. I creep across the wall but my back hits a picture and it falls off the wall . FUCK

The person runs up the stairs and I see a man tall and thin with broad shoulders . In a ghostface mask at the top of the stairs menacingly turning his head to look at me . I hold my breathe as he tilts his head . I clench my thighs as the sight. I should be scared out of my mind right now but that fucking mask. It does things to me .

You gonna run he asks his deep voice muffled by the mask.

I immediately turn and run to my room as his steps follow close behind before I can even close the door his foot stops it and he slams in open so hard I fall back on my ass. That fucking hurt.

I look up at him as he cocks his head to the side and I can just tell hes smirking at me . fucking asshole.

He steps in and I crawl back on my hands as I push away with my feet . My breathing is so loud it’s all that can be heard inside my dark room.

this helpless victim look is really good on you he says as he walks to stand above me as my back hits the end of my bed frame.

I kick his shin and he grunts but doesn't move .

FUCK YOU .GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE

I wish I meant what I just said but every part of me wants nothing more than this masked man to stay .

ohhh but thats no fun . You never answered my question he says as he bends down right in front of my face .

yes I did I told you my favorite movie now get the fuck out

not that question ,... my follow up question

wh-what follow up question .

honestly I didn't wanna answer that question it would escalate the situation i'm in right now and I know my dumb ass would enjoy the outcome but im trying to make smart choices by keeping my answer to myself.

You know what question don't act stupid sweetheart he says deeply as he gets even closer to my face .

like I said im not telling you now.Leave before I call the cops

oh I wouldn't do that if I were you

oh yeah and why not

he pulls out a knife and glides it up my thigh causing my muscles to tense . Now im actually scared.

because id have to hurt you ... and that the last thing I want to have to do he says and the blade moves over my arm and under my chin as he tilts my chin up to look at him. I hate that the mask shows none of his face and the dark room does nothing to reveal his eyes under the mask. But I know he's making eye contact with me I can feel it.

t-then what do you want to do to me

answer my question and maybe ill answer yours he says in a deep husky tone

o-okay i... I like scream because of the masks

mmm ... and what do the masks make u feel

i... turned on . Im totally fucked but the fact he has a knife so close to my neck is the reason i'm answering honestly . Not to mention the obvious arousal soaking my thong right now.

atta girl see was that so hard to say he slowly retracts the knife and puts it behind him.

n-no .now answer my question

mmm you really wanna know

yes I say in a whisper as he moves even closer so his mask covered face is right by my ear.

i've been watching you for a while . I have cameras in your house that you'd never know where there ... my breathe hitches as I think about all the things i've done in my house that he could have watched ... embarrassing things id never want anyone to see.

the things I want to do to you are depraved , dark and rough . his hand slides up my thigh dangerously close to my soaked pussy thats clenching from the words he's said.

the worst thing is I was planning on taking you as my next victim . But something so beautiful should never be killed for the fun of it. i've groan to crave you in other ways.Your little mask kink makes this ten times better.

his hand grazes my soaked thong and a small whimper leaves my mouth.

y-you were going to...kill me I gasp as his fingers slip past the fabric and graze my bare pussy.

yes but now... I have other things in mind for you

l-like what I whine as his fingers touch my clit and rub small circles.

like this he says as his fingers plunge into my soaked pussy and I clench around them

hmm I whine as he hits a good spot with his long slender fingers.

do you want me to stop he asks in a low voice.

I shake my head N-no

you like this don't you

I nod my head yes

just a beautiful deranged little mess

I cry out as his fingers speed up and I feel myself close to orgasming. I know this is wrong.. so very wrong but i've never felt so alive in my life. It's my fantasy come to life .

f-fuck oh my I moan as I grasp his bicep.

so... so beautiful he says as his other hand traces my face.

my legs start to shake as my orgasm approaches

you gonna cum all over my fingers

y-yes god yes

give it to me I want to watch you fall apart as you cum on my fingers

his words set my skin ablaze as I cum all over his fingers as whimpers escape my mouth

oh-my god

he pulls his fingers out of me as he lifts his mask to suck his fingers clean .

I notice his nice pink lips and the light stubble on his chin and sharp jawline and the small stubble above his lip .

he drops it back down as I catch my breathe.

what's you name beautiful

y/n

I knew it would be as beautiful as I imagined

what's your name its only fair I know

he takes a second probably contemplating if he should tell me or not.

my name is matt

well matt ... what else do you want to do to me

mmm you have no idea he groans as he cups my cheeks in his large hands .

enlighten me then I say as I grow more excited with each second .

get on the bed and spread your legs wide for me

I get up and sit on the edge of the bed slipping off my thong and spreading my legs wide.

such a pretty little pussy he groans as he kneels at the end of the bed.

his large hands come up to the mask as he slowly slides it off his face and MY GOD HES BEAUTIFUL. Bright blue eyes, sculpted cheeks and rich brown hair that falls perfectly over his forehead.

wow I sigh as I take in his face .

he looks up at me with his beautiful eyes as a smirk lands on his lips.

like what you see

like is an understatement

he chuckles .

he stands up as he slips his shirt over his head reveling an arm covered in tattoos and cut collar bones and broad shoulders.

he leans over me as he smashes his lips on mine in a deep kiss that has my heart fluttering and my body melting into the bed.

I move my hands up over his stomach and over his shoulders to the back of his neck pulling him closer to me by his hair and he groans into the kiss.

he pulls away as his hands move to the bottom of my shirt sliding it up and over my head.

so beautiful he groans as he takes my nipple into his mouth .

I moan as I arch into him as he sucks and nips creating bruises on my tits.

his hands moves to my waist as he pulls me closer to him .

I can feel his large thick bulge through his jeans causing me to moan louder . He unlatches from my tits and hovers back over me .

I move my hands down his body to his belt slowly unbuckling it .

He groans as he watches my smaller hands remove his belt and unbutton his jeans. I slowly slide them down as he kicks them off completely and dear god the bulge confined by his boxers is huge I audibly gulp.

What’s the matter … scared you can’t take it he says with a smirk

I roll my eyes and pull him closer to me by his hips.

I know I can take it I testify as I move one hand to palm his dick. This is definitely gonna hurt .

Mmm we’ll see about that he says as he slides his boxers down and his dick smacks his stomach.

It’s large thick and veiny . I stare unintentionally as his large hand wraps around it strocking it a couple times.

He steps closer to me as he aligns himself with my entrance. I sigh as he rubs the tip through my wet folds .

You sure you want this he asks genuinely which I admire him getting my consent givin the circumstances.

I nod my head . yes Matt I want it I say as I look into his eyes

He groans as he slowly slides the tip in causing me to hiss from the stretch from how thick he is .

He stares down at me watching my face noticeably scrunched in discomfort.

You okay he ask as he stops pushing in .

Mhm your just … really big

I know sweetheart but you can take it he coos and the mention of the Nick name has me clenching around him.

Mmm you like when I call you that hmm

He says in a deep voice causing me to shudder.

Mmhm I whimper as he pushes in deeper

You’re almost there being such a good girl he groans causing me to moan and pulse around him.

He pushes all the way in and I gasp . I’ve never felt so full in my entire life . He stills letting me adjust to his size . I tap his arm after a little bit .

Y-you can move

He starts thrusting in and out slowly causing me to whine. The stinging stretch feeling is going away and morphing into pure pleasure.

F-fuck faster please please I whine and he immediately picks up pace causing me to moan loudly as he hits so deep in me I feel him in my guts.

Such a good girl taking me so well he groans as he keeps eyes contact with me as I writhe underneath him.

F-fuck your so deep I moan as he speeds up pace even more as my eyes shut and my head falls back onto the bed.

I feel and orgasm creeping in and my legs start to slightly shake.

Fuck your so fucking wet for me

He groans as he grips my hips harder maintaining the same pace that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Fuck I’m so close mmm

I moan as I look up at him and maintain eye contact as he smirks at me .

Come on cum all over my cock like the little slut you are

The second those words leave his mouth my orgasm hits me like a train and I shake underneath him as whimpers leave my mouth.

Fu-fuck oh my god I gasp as I come down from my high and he still continues fucking into me at a fast pace.

Fuck you feel so good he groans as he grips my highs and pulls them over his shoulder as he wraps his arms around them holding my calves to his chest . He’s hitting my gspot repeatedly causing my back to arch and my legs to shake.

F-fuck harder I moan and he looks down at me .

Yeah you want me to pound this pussy

I moan at his words and nod my head.

Y-yes fuck yes please

He starts pounding into me roughly and my legs shake uncontrollably.

FUCK FUCK

I can’t help but scream from how deep he is . I’ve never felt this good having sex before and I don’t want it to end.

Sound so pretty when you scream he groans as he pounds into me harder .

I feel pressure building telling me I’m going to squirt .

I grabs his thigh and whine not being able to get words out .

Let it out sweetheart

He coos as I shake under him as I squirt all over his dick .

Fuckk just like that so fucking sexy he groans as I gasp and shake under him.

JESUS CHRIST I scream as I come down and I look down at my stomach to see his dick bulging up into my stomach.

He looks down smirking as he watches the way my stomach bulges with every thrust

Feel how deep I am hmm he says pressing a hand down making me scream

FUCK FUCK OH MY - G -GOD the pleasure he’s giving me right now is beyond anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

I grab his arm tightly as I throw my head back and my mouth hangs open as I breathe so hard it sounds like I’m hyperventilating

Tell me how good I’m making you feel he rasps as his free hand grabs my throat making me look back at him

So good - s-so fucking good I whimper as I feel another orgasm approaching

Such a good girl for me you close sweetheart

He says as I clench around him.

Y-yes fuck I’m gonna cum I whine as I feel my legs shake and the pressure close to breaking.

Cum all over my cock baby come on I know you can do it

I scream out as I cum all over him and I shake uncontrollably.

That’s it doing so good He groans as he fucks me through my orgasm

I come down and I’m still shaking from overstimulation.

He stops thrusting and pulls out I whine.

Flip over on your stomach he rasps and I do just that.

My arms are in front of me gripping the comforter as his hands trace my waist to my ass.

He groans as his hand come down harshly on my ass causing me to jolt .

Such a beautiful girl he coos as I moan

He lines his tip back up to my entrance plunging in deep and hard.

I scream as he pounds into me so hard my legs lift of the bed and kick at his ass.

FUCK SO DEEP I C-CANT

I scream out as I move my hands to try and push him away but he grabs them with one hand and yanks my hair back with the other causing me whine.

I thought you said you can handle me

He rasps as he thrust into me harder and I scream.

FUCK FUCK O-H MY

Yeah is my dirty little slut feeling good

Mmmhm I whine as my legs shake and another orgasm crashes over me out of nowhere .

Fuck keep fucking squeezing me just like that he groans as his thrust get sloppy and he lets go of my hair pulling my arms back straight and my back arches of the bed and he plows into me fast and ruff.

Fuuuck gonna let me fill you up ?

He asks as his thrust get sloppy

Mmmhm fuck please give it to me

I whine as I grab onto his arms as my legs shake uncontrollably.

Fuck god damn he groans as I feel his cum fill me up and his thrust slow down as he fucks his cum into me nice and slow.

He pulls out slowly as I whine .

He grabs my hair and there’s a camera in my face .

Such a pretty face he says as I look back at him and notice he put the mask back on I’m guessing for the picture he just took .

He takes it back off throwing it in the ground.

Come on let’s get you in a shower he says as he picks me up and takes me into the bathroom as I go pee and he turns the water on . I just showered but after everything he just did to me I’m in need of another one.

I get in as he stands behind me lathering me in body wash and letting me rinse it off .

My hair is already washed so we just stand under the hot water letting our muscles relax.

After probably 20 minutes we get out and dry off I go to my room and grab a new pair of underwear and a sweatshirt and sit back down on the bed.

He comes and sits next to me .

Can I tell you something he asks as he looks down at me

Yeah

I said as I looked up at him .

I was never planning on killing you obviously I’m not a murderer I actually found this he says as he reaches down into a bag I guess he had with him.

He pulls out a note book that looks very familiar. My diary I’d been looking for for weeks.

You had left it in a coffee shop and I picked it up and read a couple pages which I’m sorry about that but I saw your number and address in the please return too page and I couldn’t help myself but find out who you were.

I just look at him in shock obviously he read specific pages which led him to what he did tonight

I read the page of your ghost face fantasy and well you know … after watching you for a couple days I decided to give it a go

Damn… I mean I don’t know what to say… is it weird to thank you for making my fantasy come true

I don’t think it’s weird at all to say that

Well I mean I got lucky to be honest your hot and definitely my type which makes it even better

Oh really you think I’m hot he asks with a smirk I shove his shoulder blushing .

Oh shut up Matt

Well … would you ever want to go on a date with me like a normal date no crazy fantasies involved

I’d love that and … you wanna stay over tonight I’m sure exhausted and I know you probably are too

Sure why not he says smiling getting up and walking to the opposite side of the bed and laying down pulling me into him.

We cuddle and drift to sleep

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iovetecchou · 1 year ago

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If I Can't Have You... ⧸ Jouno Saigiku

༞ Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Contains..! angst, hurt no comfort, toxic relationship, detailed descriptions of anxiety, confessions, regrets, slight physical abuse, happy ending (for one of them...)

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As Jouno aimlessly walked the block, his mind reeled. The remorse was eating away at him as the seconds passed. He didn't think you would take this so hard, and as much as he hated to admit it, this was all his fault.

That unnerving feeling crept up his spine, becoming increasingly more intolerable.

He knew this was beyond repair- you were beyond repair. He had to let you go. He just had to.

The moment he reached the apartment door, Jouno froze. His hand ghosted over the doorknob. He secretly hoped that when he opened it, you would be there. The 'you' Jouno remembered and… tolerated.

As he pulled the door open, stepping through the threshold of his home, a wave of anxiety washed over him. Something that wasn't very common for Jouno.

"Oh, Saigiku… you're home already?"

You deadpanned, approaching closer to a seemingly distressed Jouno. His head was hanging low, shoulders tense.

"Y/N… I…"

His words caught in his throat. Jouno didn't want to let you go; you were his. But things couldn't go on like this.

"What is it, Saigiku?"

He struggled to swallow that lump in his throat. You used to say his name with enthusiasm. But now it sounded stale, tumbling from your lips.

"I need to let you go."

Your breath hitched, finally showing some semblance of vitality.

"But you said,"

"I know what I said. But Y/N, this has gone too far."

Your heart sank into your stomach. Jouno's words pulled you out of your funk in an instant. But something was wrong. His words didn't offer any form of relief, only more dread.

"I don't understand… I thought this was what you wanted. So what? Now you're just throwing me away? Like, like, I'm nothing?"

You took a step back from Jouno. Your voice was so frail. It felt as though you got punched in the gut. All you could do was gasp for air as the blood in your veins went frigid.

Jouno's head shot up at the sound of your tumultuous state. He took quick strides toward you as you slumped to the unforgiving hardwood floor.

"Y/N… It's not like that,"

Jouno kneeled before you. Swiping away tears you had failed to notice freckling your cheeks.

"Then what is it like, hm?"

You shout, finding your voice as the lump within your throat eased up. Your shaky hands come up to seize Jouno's, that still cradle your cheeks.

"Do not touch me."

You harshly tugged his hands down, solidifying your words. Jouno's anxiety continued to build as you rejected him. He never was on the receiving end, let alone from you.

"You're not nothing… I…"

You observed his distressed face as he desperately searched for the right words. Admitting his faults seemed more challenging than anything else.

"Y/N I lied, okay. I lied- everything I've done was to keep you by my side forever. I wanted you all to myself because I- I love you."

You shot up from your spot on the ground. Your hopelessness morphed into a blinded rage.

"Don't give me that! You don't love me- if you loved me, you would have never done this to me. I trusted you, I believed in you, I loved you! What you call love is nothing more than a means to manipulate me. Keep me right where you want me, forever. If you think that's love, I feel sorry for you."

Jouno was stagnant, mouth agape as he let your words sink in. They rattled him to the core.

He let his fears and insecurities of losing you warp into something malicious. He knew now that everything he had done to you was despicable.

But it was too late.

No amount of 'I'm sorry' could ever mend this.

"You want to let me go? Fine, so be it. But now you're the one who has to live with your choices. I hope that regret eats away at you for as long as you live."

You pulled your phone from your pocket. Calling the one person you knew could help you out of this situation.

"Wh- what are you doing? Who are you calling?"

Jouno crawled over toward you. Grabbing at your ankles as you continued your call. Refusing to waste your breath on answering his questions. Knowing he would recognize the voice coming from the other end regardless.

You tugged your legs away from Jouno's feeble grasp. You ended the call before making your way toward the bedroom. You were determined to get your things and get out as soon as possible.

"Wait! When I said I wanted to let you go, I didn't mean right now. You can't leave me just yet!"

He followed you into the bedroom like a lost puppy. All Jouno could do was listen as you grabbed a duffle, shoving all your belongings inside.

"Frankly, I don't care what you want anymore."

Your words were callous. Jouno could barely process how fast you were slipping through his fingers.

"Stop- please. I can't live without you."

Hearing Jouno's shaky voice as he sobbed out for you was startling. His desperation was something you never thought you would see, especially for your sake.

All Jouno ever did was make you feel worthless. He made you feel less than, that you weren't good enough for anyone. You were especially not good enough for Jouno, and he reminded you of that every time he could.

But now?

He's begging you not to leave, saying he can't live without you?

You felt beyond confused. You knew you needed to leave this apartment and get as far away from Jouno as humanly possible.

"You should have thought about that before you broke me down and hurt me. Time and time again. Teruko should be here soon. She'll get the rest of my things tomorrow."

Jouno grasped your shoulders with an iron grip. He halted your movements as he pleaded for you to stop.

"Please, Y/n! I know I fucked up. I'll be better, I promise. Just stay!"

You winced as his grip on you tightened further.

"Saigiku, let go of me!"

You could feel your blood vessels bursting from where the pads of his thumbs pressed into the sensitive flesh of your arms.

Even now, Jouno still tried to control you. Keep you complacent forever.

"Oi! They said let go, asshole!"

Teruko's voice sent a wave of relief through your whole being. You watched as she barged past the bedroom door, ripping Jouno's hands off you before grabbing your hand. Teruko dragged you behind her petite frame as she glared at Jouno up and down.

"Put your hands on them again, and I'll kill ya. Got that, asshole?"

Teruko solidified her threat with a swift punch to Jouno's jaw. You watched as he pathetically slumped down to the floor. He nursed his throbbing cheek as he listened to your and Teruko's footprints descend the hall.

Jouno's sobs wracked his entire being as he heard the apartment door slam shut.

You were gone for good.

No longer would Jouno hear your laughter or your heartbeat quicken as you read an excerpt from your favorite book.

He will never taste your magnificent meals again nor be greeted by you each night after a long day.

The reality of the situation caused aversion to course through his veins.

He would never see you again.

Jouno had to live with the fact that this was all his fault.

You reap what you sow after all, huh?

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the bachelorette | chaper two; rose ceremony and group date °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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The first rose ceremony had ended, and the excitement of the evening was still buzzing in the air. You stood at the center of the room, the eleven men you had chosen eagerly awaiting their roses. It was a surreal experience, knowing you had the power to shape the rest of your journey and potentially find true love.

The first impression rose had already been given to Atsumu Miya, who was charming and confident, leaving you with the task of handing out the remaining roses.

You picked up the first rose, smiling as you met the gaze of Keiji Akaashi. His calm and composed demeanor had left a lasting impression on you.

"Keiji," you called out, your voice steady.

Keiji approached you, his eyes reflecting his own excitement. "Thank you, yn," he said softly, taking the rose from your hand.

Next, you turned your attention to Toru Oikawa. His charm and confidence were undeniable, and you knew there was much more to discover about him.

"Toru," you said, holding out the second rose.

Tōru flashed his dazzling smile, walking over to accept the rose. "I won't let you down, yn."

The third rose was for Kiyoomi Sakusa, whose reserved and thoughtful nature intrigued you.

"Kiyoomi," you called.

Kiyoomi approached with a subtle smile, his eyes conveying a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you," he murmured as he accepted the rose.

One by one, the remaining roses were handed out, each moment bringing a new wave of emotions. With each rose, you saw the hope and anticipation in the eyes of the men standing before you. Finally, there were only two roses left, and only Kōtarō Bokuto and Lev Haiba remained.

You picked up the penultimate rose, your heart heavy with the decision you were about to make. Both men had their unique qualities, but you had to follow your instincts.

"Kotaro," you said softly, looking into his eager eyes.

Kotaro's face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. He stepped forward, his smile infectious as he took the rose from your hand. "Thank you, yn. I promise you won't regret this."

You watched as Lev Haiba's expression shifted from hope to disappointment. He had been kind and cheerful, but you had to trust your gut.

"I'm sorry, Lev," you said gently, "but I hope you know how much I appreciate the time we've spent together."

Lev nodded, his smile bittersweet. "Thank you for the opportunity, yn. I wish you all the best."

The following day, the sun shone brightly as you and the remaining contestants gathered in a private garden for a group picnic. The lush greenery and vibrant flowers created a serene and intimate setting. The picnic blankets were spread out, and a delicious spread of food awaited everyone.

The atmosphere was relaxed, yet there was an undercurrent of excitement. The goal of the group date was clear: the men were eager to impress you and earn a coveted one-on-one date.

As everyone settled down, the conversation began to flow naturally.

"Keiji," you started, "you have such a calming presence. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"

Keiji smiled warmly. "I enjoy reading and spending time outdoors. There's something very peaceful about getting lost in a good book or taking a long walk."

Toru jumped in with his usual charm. "I'm more of an adrenaline junkie myself. Volleyball is a hobby of mine, and I love the thrill of competition."

"Volleyball sounds exciting," you replied. "Maybe you could teach me a few moves sometime."

"I'd be honored," Toru said, his eyes twinkling.

Kiyoomi, who had been quietly observing, added, "I find solace in more solitary activities. Reading and meditation help me stay grounded."

Kotaro couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "I'm all about high energy! I love to try new things and make every moment an adventure."

You laughed, appreciating his exuberance. "I can see that, Kotaro. Your energy is contagious."

The conversation flowed effortlessly as the group shared their interests and stories. Eita Semi spoke about his love for music and how playing the piano helped him express his emotions.

"Music has a way of speaking when words fail," Eita said, his eyes reflecting his passion.

Koshi Sugawara chimed in, "I believe in the power of kindness and helping others. As a teacher, I strive to make a positive impact on my students' lives."

"That's wonderful, Koshi," you said, feeling a deep respect for his dedication.

Rintaro Suna, who had been listening intently, finally spoke up. "I value honesty and authenticity. I think it's important to be true to yourself, even when it's difficult."

"I couldn't agree more, Rintaro," you replied, appreciating his straightforwardness.

As the conversation continued, you felt a growing connection with each of the men. Hajime Iwaizumi shared his love for fitness and how staying active was a crucial part of his life.

"Physical activity helps me stay balanced," Hajime explained. "It's a great way to relieve stress and stay focused."

"Tetsuro," you said, turning to him, "you have a sharp wit. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"

Tetsuro grinned. "I enjoy playing pranks on my friends and keeping things light-hearted. Life's too short to be serious all the time."

Laughter filled the garden as Tetsuro's humor lightened the mood. Keiji added, "Tetsuro has a way of making everyone around him laugh. It's one of his best qualities."

As the picnic continued, you found yourself drawn to the genuine conversations and the shared moments of laughter. Each man was doing his best to catch your interest, and it was clear that this journey was going to be filled with incredible experiences and difficult decisions.

By the end of the group date, you felt more connected to the men than ever before. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden as you prepared to announce who would be joining you for the next one-on-one date.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision. "Thank you all for an amazing day. I've enjoyed getting to know each of you better. For the next one-on-one date, I'd like to spend more time with..."

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WARM BODIES

Chapter 08: Bit of Banter

chapter synopsis: You and Daryl share banter as he carries you through the woods back to camp. Despite his stoicism, your camaraderie grows. As evening nears, Daryl suggests a rest, and you promise not to fall asleep, leaving the both of you with a sense of trust and companionship between you two.

chapter warnings: The chapter contains mild language, emotional discussions, physical injury, carrying scenes, humor, character development, and survival themes in a woodland setting.

word count: 1.9k words

author's note: Okay, I seriously hope that this is not cringe, and I had written it as I'd imagined it in my mind. And oh, by the way, don't be too comfortable and wishing for a softer Daryl; you know the saying, "be careful what you wish for." Anyway, enjoy reading.

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You nervously gnawed on your lip as he persistently attended to your ankle with a massage. Occasionally, you couldn't help but emit either a contented sigh or an exaggerated groan, prompting him to shoot you a disapproving look and simultaneously cease his ministrations on your mildly sore ankle. To be brutally frank, your ankle wasn't in agonizing pain, but who in their right mind would turn down his, albeit somewhat coerced, offer to play ankle masseuse? It's like refusing a free ticket to the foot massage carnival.

"Why were you looking for me, anyway?" You began, "So much for the 'Ain't nobody got time to babysit you.'" You echoed his words, reminiscent of a little over a month ago.

Daryl halted the ankle massage, releasing a sigh as he nibbled on his bottom lip. "Knew you were gonna be here, deep in them forest."

"Really?" You shot him a puzzled look, your nose scrunching up a bit. Daryl nodded before resuming the ankle massage. "How did you know?"

Daryl paused the ankle massage and, with a gruff sincerity, said, "You're the type who'd rather spill your guts to the trees than start a conversation with someone, even if you know 'em pretty well." He continued massaging again.

“Oh.” You could feel your cheeks warming up with embarrassment. Were you really that obvious or was he really that observant?

"No need to be embarrassed. I'd do the same. Nowadays, it ain't easy trustin' folks, even if you think you know 'em well enough."

After a few minutes of quiet, only the serene sounds of the river, splashing fish, and birds' melodies surrounding the both of you, Daryl completed the ankle massage and settled down beside you. You both found yourselves captivated by the picturesque view of the river.

"Thanks, Daryl," You broke the silence. "For the ankle massage and for wandering through the woods to find me. I know I can be a real pain in your ass sometimes."

Daryl grunted, a nonchalant acknowledgment. "Ain't nothin'".

A pause lingered before Daryl cautiously broached a different topic, "Didn't mean to make you cry tha' night, back when we first talked."

You furrowed your brow, puzzled. "How'd you know I cried?"

Another grunt from Daryl, "Stood outside your tent. Was gonna apologize, heard you sniffle and sketch. Just stood there 'til I heard you crumblin' papers. Then, I left."

The revelation left you surprised and contemplative. "You...you were outside my tent that night?"

Daryl affirmed with a nod, his gaze still fixed on the river. "Yeah, I was."

There was a silence before you spoke up, "Sorry for asking about stuff I shouldn't have, Daryl."

Daryl stayed silent, letting you continue.

"I just... I wanted to learn how to be useful, y'know? Before all this happened, I felt useless. Still feel pretty much useless in this new world of ours." You took a deep breath. "I gotta figure things out for myself now. My brother's gone, and I can't trust anyone these days."

Daryl listened, his gaze fixed on the river.

"But when Glenn and I found you, everything sorta settled for me. It felt like I had a plan for my future." You paused, looking at Daryl. "And now, I don't even know where to start."

Daryl asked, "Why me?"

You shrugged, "I don't really know why. Just seemed right, I guess."

"Your brother, what was his name?"

You replied, "Rick Grimes. He was a sheriff's deputy, like Shane."

Daryl nodded, "Dipshit told you he's dead, didn't he?"

You smiled, although sad, and nodded back, "Yeah, he did."

Daryl leaned in a bit, "You don't really believe that, do you?"

You kept your sad smile, "Nope, not really. Wouldn't believe he's dead unless I see his body with my own eyes."

"Tell me about 'im."

You rambled on about your brother, "My brother was...well, he used to think he was some kind of superhero, always trying to save the day. Sheriff's deputy, he was. I swear, he thought he could rescue the world from bad hair days or something. Used to bug the hell outta me, but now I'd give anything to hear him ramble about his 'heroic' escapades again."

You chuckled, catching Daryl's eye, "And you'd think being a deputy, he'd have some epic stories. Nope. Most exciting thing was probably catching Mrs. Henderson's cat stuck up a tree. He'd go on and on about it like it was a damn mountain rescue."

You continued to talk about your brother, your words weaving through memories like a melancholy tapestry. "You know, Rick used to tell me stories when we were kids. Silly tales about superheroes and brave knights. He'd promise that as long as he was around, nothing bad would happen to me."

Your voice carried a weight of nostalgia and sorrow as you shared these fragments of the past with Daryl. "He became a sheriff's deputy, because he wanted to be like our Dad who was the previous Sheriff. Always looked out for people. But now... now it feels like he's gone, and I can't shake this feeling of being lost."

Unexpectedly, Daryl offered you his crossbow without saying a word, leaving you confused.

"What're you doing?" You asked.

Daryl replied, "First part of hunting is knowin' how to properly hold a weapon."

You chuckled, "Excuse me, I'm an archer too. I know how to use a bow."

Annoyed, Daryl retorted, "You want me to teach you or not?"

You grabbed the crossbow, admiring it, and teased, "Do I need to ask your beloved crossbow for permission before I press the trigger?" You laughed.

Daryl kept a straight face. "Shut up," he said, proceeding to instruct you on how to use the crossbow.

Daryl began instructing you, "Alright, listen up. First, you gotta have a steady grip. Hold it firm but not too tight. Feel the weight of it."

You followed his lead, adjusting your grip on the crossbow.

"Good. Now, your posture. Sit comfortably, back straight. Gotta be steady, or you'll miss your shot."

You nodded, ensuring your sitting position was solid. Daryl continued, "Next, line up the sights. You see those notches? Align 'em with your target. Take a deep breath, exhale slowly. And when you're ready, squeeze the trigger, don't jerk it."

You focused on the sights, taking a deep breath as Daryl had instructed. "Like this?"

Daryl nodded, "Yeah, that's it. Practice it a few times. Get the feel of it."

As you practiced, Daryl observed, occasionally giving pointers on your form and aiming. After a few tries, he suddenly said, "Hold up. Don't press the trigger just yet."

Confused, you looked at him. "Why not?"

Daryl explained, "If you're practicin' your aim at prey, it should be moving. Let's simulate that. Track something with your sights, follow its movement. Don't press the trigger till you get a feel for aimin' at a moving target."

After a session of aiming practice that left you feeling tired as hell, the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue across the horizon. It dawned on you that you and Daryl needed to make your way back to camp before darkness settled in. Daryl, always practical, stood up, collected his belongings, and suggested to head back.

Nodding in agreement, you decided to rise to your feet, only to end up sitting back down with a thud. The pain from your sprained ankle made standing an impossible feat. Daryl, observing your attempts with hands on his hips, witnessed the struggle. Sitting on the ground, you sighed, admitting defeat. "I can't stand," you acknowledged.

Expressing his annoyance, Daryl rolled his eyes, pivoted to face away from you, and knelt on the ground, patting his back as an invitation. "Come on," he urged.

Your curious "What?" prompted Daryl to respond, "Can't carry ya. Got things to carry. And don't get any ideas; didn't say you're heavy." He quickly countered your gasp, playfully insinuating the thought you were heavy.

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you retorted, "You better not be calling me fat."

Daryl smirked, "Nope, not at all. Just practical. We both got stuff to carry. But since you can't walk, piggyback's the most sensible way to get ya back to camp."

Worried about being a burden, you hesitated, "I'll try to stand and walk."

Annoyed, Daryl glanced over his shoulder, muttering, "Get on my back before I decide to leave ya alone in these damn woods." Gulping, you secured your bag and bow on your back before gently climbing onto Daryl's back. As he rose to his feet with you securely on his back, he grunted, signaling the start of the walk back to camp.

As Daryl trekked through the woods, carrying you on his back, the unexpected conversation unfolded. Out of the blue, you proposed the idea of serenading him with a song. Daryl, in his usual straightforward manner, swiftly shut down the notion with a simple "Nope."

Unfazed, you shifted gears and suggested sharing a joke, earning nothing more than a grunt from the taciturn hunter.

Undeterred, you playfully remarked, "Must be tough for you, not being able to crack a smile."

Daryl, ever the stoic one, coolly replied, "I got a sense of humor, you know."

You, feigning skepticism, shot back, "Really? I don't see any evidence of it."

Daryl, with a hint of amusement, retorted, "You haven't said somethin' funny." Quick on your thinking, you teased, "Your face is funny." Daryl, surprisingly, looked over his shoulder, your faces in close proximity, and he maintained a deadpan expression.

"Hey, Daryl, ever hear the one about the squirrel who took up acting?"

Daryl, with a raised eyebrow, grunted, "Nope."

You chuckled and said, "He was a real nut case!"

Daryl's deadpan expression remained unchanged, prompting you to add, "You know, for a tough guy, you could use a laugh or two."

Daryl, without missing a beat, retorted, "Your jokes need some work."

Pouting playfully, you shot back, "Oh, come on! I bet even the geeks would crack up at that one!"

As Daryl trudged through the dense woods, you, still reveling in your own humor, couldn't resist another attempt at cracking a joke.

"Alright, Daryl, one more for you," you grinned. "Why did the geek join a gym?"

Daryl, in his usual monotone, replied, "I don't know."

"Because he wanted to improve his dead-lift!" You burst into laughter at your own joke.

Daryl, not sharing the same enthusiasm, simply grunted in response. You, wiping away tears of laughter, decided to shift the conversation.

"Hey, Daryl, do you think we'll run into any geek stand-up comedians out here?"

Daryl raised an eyebrow but offered no verbal response. You, however, continued your comedic musings.

"Maybe they'll have a killer routine!" You added, chuckling at your own pun.

Daryl, looking ahead, remarked, "You sure have a way with words." You beamed at the back of his head, proud of your comedic prowess.

As you both continued the journey, Daryl broke the silence, suggesting, "You might wanna rest for a bit. It's gonna be a long walk."

You, with a touch of pride, declared, "I won't fall asleep, promise."

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sillysillygoofygoose · 1 year ago

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MINORS DNI, CONTAINS MATURE THEMES

Han Jisung x Reader

Sub! Han x Dom, Fem! Reader (mommy kink used)

Exes to Lovers

Y/N's POV:

"C'mon!! It will be fun. You don't always have to be so cynical. I know you're still hurt over the breakup, but you have to get back out there at some point!!"

My friend, _____, sat next to me on my bed, tugging my arm basically out of the socket. Some stupid party was happening later tonight, and she just "needs" someone to go with her.

I didn't give her offer a second thought before turning it down.

I've fallen into the same routine since the breakup.

I wake up, get dressed, attend my classes, come home, and sleep. I don't even know when I'd given up on doing my makeup, showering every morning, and eating most meals.

"Y/NNNNNN, Pleeeeaaaaassseeeeeeee!! We can do your makeup and get you all dressed up! You'll feel soooo much better once you're out there! I mean, look at yourself, hun. You've kinda let yourself go..." She trailed off at the end of her sentence, turning me towards a mirror. I stared at my reflection, shrugging my shoulders. I guess she's right.

It has been four months, and mourning hasn't gotten me anywhere but down.

"Ugh, fine. I'll go... just hang out with me, okay? I don't want to be stuck mingling by myself." I really wasn't in the mood.

"Of course!! Let's get you ready!! This is so exciting, I promise we'll have fun!" She smiled brightly and tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she over exaggerated her facial expressions and hand movements.

I rolled my eyes as she stood me up, pushing me to the bathroom to shower.

~Time skip~

I knew it. I fucking knew it. This party sucks.

____ ran off within thirty minutes, giggling with some overly mellow, immature dick. And I was stuck, standing awkwardly in my skin tight, tiny, barely-there dress, clutching onto my cup.

I just wanted to go home. It was naive of me to let ____ drive us here, I wasn't going home until she was. I made my way through the small crowd gathered in this unknown person's living room. I ventured my way into the small kitchen, digging through a small collection of alcohol.

"Woah." I hear a soft voice from behind me. Not just any voice, though. It was so... familiar. I turned the top half of my body towards the sweet sound. My lips parted slightly in shock, my heart beat speeding up by the second.

Jisung.

When I thought this night couldn't get any worse, my ex boyfriend was standing in front of me, with his hands uncomfortably dangling at his sides.

Han cleared his throat, opening and closing his hands into fists, panicked.

"Um hey. How have you been?" His voiced slightly quivered with every word he threw out.

I turned my head, refocusing on the alcohol, scoffing.

"Really good, actually. I'm sure you'd say the same." I lied, condescending tone visible in my firm voice.

"Oh, yeah. I've been alright." He almost whispered back, shrugging his shoulders. He was never a good liar, especially in contrast to my secure manner. I hummed in response, not caring about his small fib.

"You look really pretty tonight." His round, sparkly eyes scanned up and down my body as I turned back around. My black dress stopped right after my round ass, my hourglass form standing out. ____ practically forced heels onto my feet earlier, making me a few inches taller than usual. My dark lips quirked up into a small smirk.

"I know." I responded, watching as he blushed. I laughed lightly, forgetting the alcohol and walking closer to him. I began engaging with him in useless small talk, almost greatful that I wasn't standing alone anymore. Slowly, conversation faded out and we locked eyes.

I heard his breath speed up slightly.

"Look, I'm- fuck, baby I'm really sorry. I miss you. A lot. I really do. I made a mistake." Jisung mumbled out after almost twenty minutes of back and forth talking. I sighed at his confession. Half of me want to smile, and spill my guts about how much I've missed him too. The other half of me wanted to go ape-shit and cry, furious that this was going to take me ten steps back in my "healing process".

I thought hard before speaking again. Eventually I quickly spat out, "God, don't even say that.".

However, I refused to break eye contact, not backing down or shying away from the sudden switch in conversation.

"No, I mean it. Please, give me another chance. I'll do anything you want me to. I just need you again." His voice became more and more quiet as he rambled on. I could've sworn he was tipsy, or even drunk, but he didn't look it.

"What's wrong with you? Are you drunk or something?" Maybe he was just fucking around with me...

Jisung's POV:

My heart was pumping out of my chest, I could hear the continuous beat in my ears. She just looks so... unbelievable tonight. Drop dead gorgeous.

I thought back to our final night together. The screaming. The cursing. The tears.

The theatrics were unreasonable for the small issue that caused the fight in the first place.

I just can't believe that was how I lost her.

"No, I'm not drunk. Listen, maybe it was stupid to say... I'm sorry, I should really go." The tension closed in on me as I quickly turned around and attempted to excuse myself. I felt nails dig into my upper arm and whip me back around.

"Anything?"

"Huh?" I felt my palms become sweaty.

"You said you'd do anything... right, Jisung? To prove you'll be a good boy again?"

She pulled me close to her, our noses touching.

I instinctively grabbed her hips, wanting, no, needing to feel her.

"Anything. Anything you want." I confirmed. Famous. Last. Words.

Y/N's POV :

I grabbed Jisung's hand and pulled him through the full living area. Why am I doing this to myself? It will be impossible to let him go after re-igniting the flame that previously burnt out. Ugh, whatever. I could make him do so, so much... fuck, I just wanted to use him. Nothing more... right?

I let go of his hand while I trudged up the staircase, feeling his presence trailing close behind my body like a lost little puppy. Once I got upstairs I opened and closed multiple doors before eventually finding an empty bedroom.

I pulled him inside the room, immediately pushing him against the door, slamming it close.

In less than a second, my lips were on his. The kiss was anything but gentle. I trailed my hand up to his neck squeezing softly, applying more and more pressure as I pinned him to the hard surface behind him. His breath hitched, his chest dramatically rising and falling against mine.

I broke the kiss, keeping my hand wrapped tight around his throat.

"Fucking strip. Quickly, I don't have all night." I demanded, using my grip on his neck to throw his shaking body to the floor.

He fell at my feet, head hanging. "Yes ma'am." He complied, frantically pulling off his shirt and rushing to unzip his pants.

Once he was fully bare, he looked up at me, waiting for his next command.

"Good boy. Stand up, come on. Be good for me." I curled my fingers around the bottom of my dress as he stood, lifting up the fabric, teasing him by exposing my thong. I pulled the tight dress off of my body, leaving my stiletto heals on.

"Hurry up, get on the bed for me, baby." Jisung scurried for the bed, laying down, propping his upper body up on his elbows as he waited for my next move. How pathetic. I smiled, taking my time as I made my way for the bed, slipping of my soaked panties.

I straddle his upper thighs, looking down at his rose-colored face.

"You've wanted this haven't you? You've been thinking about this?" I teased him, rubbing my hands along his sides and hips, tracing his v-line.

He shuddered against my touch, and I felt his dick lurch up under me, desperate for any sort of attention.

I smirked and grabbed his dick, wasting no time as I began slowly jerking him off. Painfully slowly. He immediately began whining, pushing his hips up to gain more friction. I leaned over and slapped him across the face.

"No. You don't get to feel good. Not yet. Take it like the little slut you are until I decide you deserve more."

He cried out as his tip began to leak with precum.

"Please, please, Mommy. I need to feel you so bad, please let me fuck you." Jisung begged, gripping onto the sheets next to him.

I ignored him and sped up slightly, amused as his back arched off the soft mattress under him. I began kissing and biting down his neck, marking my territory with bright red blotches.

"What a fucking whore. Look at you. Practically screaming from a hand job? How embarrassing, puppy." He let out a deep moan, simply from my words. I guess he really did miss me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum mommy. Please let me cum. You make me feel so good mommy, thank you. Fuck~. " He jumbled his words together, and I felt the muscles in his strong legs tense under me. Moans turned to breathless, shallow whimpers right before I let go of him all together.

"Fuck, I was so close mommy." Jisung complained. Tears began prickling in his eyes.

"Aww, baby. I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

He immediately perked up, solemn demeanor gone.

"Really? You'll let me fuck you?". I silently confirmed moving off of him, and let him move on top of me.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me good. Show me how much you missed me, how much of a good boy you are."

That's all he needed.

I instantly felt the stretch of his dick completely filling me up. His arms wrapped around my waist and he rested his head on my chest. Wasting no time, he began thrusting his hips into mine at a rapid pace. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, moaning out. God, I missed the feeling of him inside me. I gripped onto his hair and he rammed into my G-spot.

"Fuck, baby boy... Ah Ji- so fucking good. Keep going, fill me up with your cum." I felt his hold on me tighten, almost like I was going to evaporate or disappear out of his arms.

"Mommmyy, I missed you. I missed your pussy. I need you. Fucking need you."

Water droplets soaked into the skin of my chest. I lifted his head up, his eyes meeting mine. His face was red, eyes were puffy, and tears ran down the soft skin.

My heart dropped as I held his face in my hands, wiping his tears.

"Shh Jisung, baby, it's okay. I'm here. Just feel good for me, okay? You're being such a good boy. Fuck your cum into me, just for mommy."

I held onto him tight as his whole body shook. I felt his warm cum pump out of him as he moaned, shoving his face into my shoulder.

I reached my climax almost immediately after, cradling him as he collapsed on top of me.

We calm down, our breathing evening back out and syncing together.

He was the first to speak.

"Come home with me... please?" Jisung moved off of me, laying next to my tired body.

I thought for a second before eventually agreeing.

We stood up, knees buckling as we dressed each other.

#han jisung #jisung x reader #smut #femmedomme #exes to lovers #skz smut #skz #fem reader #mommy k!nk

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emilycollins00 · 2 years ago

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Emilyyyyy!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 Hi hehe uwu

Could I request Yuki and Taichi (separately) with a reader who likes fashion but gets insecure with certain clothes, thinking they couldn't pull them off? Whether it's platonic or romantic doesn't matter since either is fine ^^ Hope you have a great day Emily!! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ✨✨✨ Sorry if the request is a bit vague qwq

Of course you can!! 💕 Not vague at all, it was really a really nice writing experience! I didn’t specify the type of clothes or the relationship, so anyone can go for it.

Please enjoy!

Fashion conversations (Yuki and Taichi x reader)

Yuki

“Are you going to try it?”

“Y-yuki!” You barely contain a scream, unconsciously hiding the piece of clothing behind your back. He watches you unimpressed, although you are sure it must seem off for you to act this jumpy. You had come together shopping after all. “What’s up?” you smile, and he raises an eyebrow. You know you couldn’t fool him, but appearing distracted was always an option. Lucky for you, it works.

“I’ve been calling you for a while, you know. I found the accessories I wanted.”

“Oh! Let’s go see them then.”

The green haired boy hums, however his eyes are now fixed on the rest of the clothes hanging behind you. “That’s a good color. Are these from the new collection?” he asks, and touches their fabric.

Your nerves pick up, asking you to leave. “Seems like it!” you place the clothes you had back again on their hanger. “Too expensive though. Maybe when sales come.”

You don’t like to lie, especially to Yuki. But you don’t have the guts to say out loud what your mind told you.

That you are not fit for those clothes.

And you hate it, because fashion is... actually a somewhat comfort of yours. You love trends, talking about clothes, styling them, and using them to express yourself, and it makes you overwhelmed that for these specific clothes your actions always contradicted your thoughts. Like part of you was simply okay with having them between your hands, imagining a version of you where they actually looked good enough.

“Since when was that a problem? If you like them you should just try them now.”

"We came for your accessories though."

"So? I wouldn't have asked you to come if I were in a hurry."

You feel like Yuki is being more persistent than usual, but maybe it’s just your desire to leave. “It’s fine.” You insist and glance at the clothes. You shake your head. “In any case, I don’t think they— “

“Don’t tell me you’re going to say they wouldn’t look good on you or something stupid like that.”

You press your lips together. You adored Yuki, but sometimes he was too honest and raw with his choice of words.

“I like it.” He continues looking at the clothes, and tilts his head turning to you. “It’s different from what you usually wear.”

You don’t know where to look. “I guess.”

There’s a moment of silence, the background music feeling in for both of you. You know by now he’s picked up the situation, he’s far too smart not to. Also for best or worse, knows you too much as well.

“You know no one is going to judge you, Y/N.”

“I know.” You say that too quick. “I know. I just… still feel embarrassed, for some reason.”

This time the summer member does frown, mostly confused. “Why?”

As you watch him cross his arms, waiting for the answer, there’s a pinch of pain and annoyance rising within you. Maybe jealousness even. In any case you hate the feeling, because you know he didn’t mean it like that. “You can pull of anything Yuki.” You start talking. You open your arm, gesturing the rows of clothes surrounding you two. “And it looks great, okay? No matter what you wear. And— I’m not saying this because I’m comparing myself to you, but this?” you turn to the clothes. You pick them up and hold them with both hands again. Your voice falters as you low your head and look at them. “This” you repeat. “I feel like I shouldn’t even try.”

Yuki stares at you. You don’t say anything. A few couples and groups of friends walk by, laughing, hands with bags. “Because you’re uncomfortable?” he finally ask.

You shrug. Not really. “It… doesn’t feel right.”

“What doesn't?”

You lift your head and blink. Now you are too occupied trying to make sense without getting angry. “What do you mean what— wearing this! It would look better on you or— I don’t know! Literally anyone else.”

“So if you saw them on let’s say, someone from my dorm, you would like it.”

“Sure.”

“Without thinking anything of it.”

“Yes!” you raise your arms exasperated.

“So there are clothes made for everyone except you? Don’t you think it’s weird?”

You open your mouth to contradict him, but you don’t know how to phrase it other than what it was already said. You had never had expectations for others— you had seen people of all shapes and sizes rock the hell out of this clothe before and loved the way they looked.

But you?

“Those people... aren’t me.” You say, hoping to end the discussion. You could easily look at another person objectively and see how beautiful and stylish they looked, but your relationship with yourself regarding these particular clothes always came with complications.

“Look,” Yuki doesn’t want to argue. But this topic was too close to home for him to evade it. Specially coming from you. “I’m no psychologist. But there’s no harm in going out of your comfort zone sometimes. There are no wardrobe rules, Y/N.”

“Challenging your rules and insecurities isn’t an easy thing to do.” He continues, seeing you didn’t retort to his statement. His orange eyes speak from experience. “But if you like something hanging on a rack or hanger, instead of writing it off, try to try it on. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that the only thing you need to do to pull off a look is to wear it. Your confidence will catch up eventually.”

“Sounds easier said than done.”

Yuki shrugs. It was what it was, and he wasn’t one for sugar-coating things. “See what happens when you do, forgetting everyone else. For what it’s worth, I think you would look more than good wearing them.” The summer member turns to the formed queue for the cashier and then again turns back to you. “I’m going to grab the accessories. See you at the entrance when you are done.”

He walks away, leaving you and your thoughts alone, running back and forth for a while in your head, conflicted. Your mouth becomes a firm line as you weigh the options and his words, clenching on the clothes. You take a deep breath.

You hoped your confidence picked up speed.

For all the time you believe he’s been waiting, Yuki doesn’t complain about it.

He also doesn’t comment or applaud when he sees a shopping bag hanging from your arm.

“I still need to pass by the sewing store as well. That money-grabbing yakuza made me promise to wait only for when there’s a discount.” He complains remembering one of their multiple arguments. He looks to you. “Do you have time?”

You nod.

None of you say anything else, heading to the shop while making conversation about the fabrics, as usual. After a while and just before you enter the shop, Yuki suddenly grabs your hand and squeezes it.

It’s pretty quick. One small squeeze and a fast release. A Yuki way of saying I'm proud of you, by the way. The action makes your chest jump.

You hope in the future you would be too.

Because today wasn’t to say your insecurities were going to vanish when you began dressing in the clothes resting on your bag, but it was definitely a pretty big step towards feeling better about yourself.

Taichi

“Man I love thrift stores! Do you think I should take this jacket too, Y/N? It’s big but I hope I can grow— Oh wait this one’s cooler!”

You walk behind Taichi amused, infected with the enthusiasm the autumn member exuded. Of course, the fact that you had been asked to come along for your opinion regarding fashion made you feel somewhat pleased as well.

“Take both for now, we can see them better where there’s more light... and we should really have you try all the clothes you have chosen so far. We can take another look later around the shop afterward. Your arms must be getting tired.”

The redhead who was still gushing over the amount of pockets the new-found jacket had stared at his arms and blinked. Indeed, they were practically non-existent due to all the trousers, sweatshirts and jackets covering them. “Oh yeah! Didn’t even notice! Let’s see, the changing rooms were…”

Once he’s inside one of them you decide to take a small walk around the place while waiting, humming happily. You remember Yuki mentioning this shop to you a while ago but hadn’t been able to visit until now, which was crazy honestly, given how often you went shopping around Veludo. You let your hand caress distractedly the rows of hung clothes when your eyes notice a specific item. You stop and stare at it for a few seconds, before slowly taking it out of the hanger.

Your fingers dance through the fabric slowly. They turn the clothes around and you conclude it might even be your size, but that’s as far as you go. You begin to put it back into place. You would never be able to—

“Wow, that would look awesome on you!”

You find an excited Taichi running towards you from behind. He’s wearing some of the chosen clothes. “Are you going to try it?” he asks eagerly.

“Not sure yet.” You manage to say casually before focusing on him. “Turn around?”

Motivated, he proceeds to do a slow turn so you can see the back as well as the sides.

“What do you think?” he says as you both go back to the changer. He looks again at his reflection in the mirror and begins making a few poses. “I feel really cool!”

You chuckle and nod. Bright colors like the ones he had chosen were really like him. “Looks good to me too. Though the trousers look a bit short, don’t they? Do you feel comfortable?” you tilt your head.

“Yup! I saw this style on some magazines and I’ve wanted to try them for a while! I know they are not really in right now but…”

“Not at all! If you like them go for it.”

The answer makes Taichi beam. “All right, then this combo is secured!”

You both spend quite a while in the shop long afterward, and you have to commit to Taichi. You had lost count of how many things he had tried at this point. And while you look around some more, waiting for him, there are a few times you can’t help but walk by the rack where those first clothes were.

You don’t really know why you do it, since everytime feels like a pinch to the stomach.

“Are you really not going to try it? You seem to like it a lot.” Taichi suddenly asks during his last change of clothes.

“Uh?”

“You know, that?” He points with his head to where the clothes rest. “You have been looking at them all this time.”

It’s an innocent comment, but it still makes you flustered to have been this obvious. “Nah.” You dismiss the idea, heart picking up pace. “I don’t think it’s going to be good on me.” Your eyes travel through Taichi’s current sweatshirt. You hum, resting your hands on your hips. “Personally I think it’s a bit too big on you Taichi, the cut of the shoulder doesn’t end with yours and…”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well because it gives the sense that your shoulders— “

“No, I meant," he tilts his head curiously. "Why wouldn’t they look good on you? Are they too small?”

“Oh.” You blink. “No, well. It’s because— You know. It’s too good. It’s going to be wasted on me.” You try to joke. You don’t have the confidence to wear it. Never had for those specific clothes.

“Are you kidding? I think it’d look amazing!” You are quick to begin to deny it, but the redhead is a bit too set on the idea for some reason. “Come on!” he insists grabbing the clothes and pushing you towards his own changing room before you can think otherwise.

“T-Taichi!”

“You have helped me lots today, you should try something too and enjoy it!” he grins.

You take a long, deep sigh inside the changing room. You can’t believe you actually gave in to his pleas— or maybe you did it just to stop the uncomfortable situation. In any case, you are now wearing them and as expected, you don’t know how to feel. You haven’t even turned around and looked in the mirror.

“Are you done? Can I see?” Taichi asks from outside after a while.

Because you have always loved this type of clothes. But it didn’t feel right. Of course you know it’s your insecurities talking, but the thought of showing it to Taichi -to anyone really- made you feel embarrassed.

“Y/N?”

You groaned to yourself. Coming face-to-face with things you didn’t like about yourself always left you feeling defeated.

You sigh, counting to three before you open the curtain and bite your lip. Luckily it was a weekday, so there weren’t many clients around the shop. You shrug once you make eye contact with the autumn actor not knowing what to say. Taichi however irradiates enough energy for both of you.

“I like it!" he compliments happily. "It’s different from what you usually wear!”

Exactly. “Yeah, well— I’m going to change now.” You smile. “You can go ahead and pay.”

“What? You are not going to buy it?”

"No."

"Why? You look..."

“Taichi please stop saying that!” you interrupt. His eyes falter at your tone. You feel bad for it, but right now you just want him to quit it. To stop saying they looked on good. “I’m not... fitted for these clothes,” you mutter, and begin to head back to change.

“W-wait, Y/N!” you sigh and turn to him, although you don't know why. He scratches the back of his head. “I don’t have the sense you or Yuki-chan have with clothes but… I do I say it…” He crosses his arms and frowns in concentration. “Ah!” Suddenly his eyes snap open. “You told me the trousers I got were too short before, right?”

“Uh, yeah… but that was my opinion so…”

“And then you said if I liked them I should take them!”

“I did. But that’s because you felt comfortable with them. I don’t.”

“See but that’s because you haven’t worn them before!” he points to the clothes. “I get it! Wearing a dress and a wig in one of our first autumn plays back at the time felt weird at first, but it was actually nice the more I wore it, you know? Even the others said I passed by as a real girl!”

“Uhm.” You knew he really was doing his best to prove a point… in his very Taichi-like way. So you didn’t comment on it.

“What I mean is,” he continues. “Challenging your rules and insecurities isn’t an easy thing but if you like those clothes enough or are interested in them… who cares if you pull it off or not? I mean, you can take all the time you want to get used to them, right?" You frown a bit, processing the words.

You bite your lip and finally for the first time, look at the mirror to see yourself. You take everything. Then you turn again to Taichi. You didn't know what to do.

"Of course all that is just my opinion!" he says quickly, noticing your indecision. "I'll support anything you do. Oh, and if someone says anything bring them on! I’ll have a real talk with them!"

That does make you smile.

Before you know it, you two are leaving the shop. Taichi with hands full of bags and you with only one. You stare at it in trance.

You really had done it. Your stomach felt funny.

“You did it!” he exclaims next to you. “Man, you are so cool Y/N.”

You let out a laugh, feeling really close to crying. Taichi supporting you had been nothing new, but the situation was. He felt proud and happy for you. And if he did, maybe the choice was good enough.

“I don’t know about cool but… thanks.” You mean it.

“Of course!” He smiled happily, unaware— or maybe not so unaware. You had learned to give Taichi more credit than he gave himself. He had a way of reassuring people of their own negative perceptions like you had never seen someone do. “I know!” his voice brought your back. “We should go to that place Ban-chan told me just opened to celebrate!”

You shake your head amused. You are about to say he was making a bigger deal than what it was, but you stop yourself. Today was the first time you had actually fought back against your insecurities and won, and hopefully, that will make every battle after that a little bit easier and easier as time passed.

“Sure. Lead the way then.”

So you had all the right to celebrate and feel happy with yourself.

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Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

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voraciousvore · 1 year ago

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The Giant (5/16)

***Contains some mild sexual content***

------Chapter 5------

When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find myself on Chester's chest again, in the bedroom. He must have carried me to bed while I was fast asleep. I could feel his heart beating in the great expanse rising and falling beneath me. An emotion within me stirred that I didn't quite understand. Maybe I had gotten too comfortable when my fear had subsided, but I had not lain so close, so intimately, to a man in a long time. Or been held by a man in his hands. Of course, I had never been eaten by one before either, so there was that.

I put my cynicism aside for the moment, and snuggled against his warm body. It wouldn't hurt anything to enjoy this feeling after all, as misguided as it may be. The last few days had been very stressful for me, and I was in desperate need for some comfort. For the moment, I didn't feel so alone or afraid.

The realization hit me like a sack of bricks. Deep down, I was starting to feel very attracted to Chester, both emotionally and physically. Was that even possible, for the frightened prey to become attached to the voracious predator? On the one hand, Chester had been kind and gentle to me, fighting his natural instincts the best he could to protect me. On the other, I had been terrified of him. He was so huge, and had almost killed me the night he ingested me and trapped me in his gut. Not to mention, he still wanted to eat me; his hunger had not subsided.

Something had definitely changed in me after our encounter last night. I realized I wasn't so afraid of him anymore. We had an arrangement that could ensure my survival. Not the most pleasant circumstance for me, but the best I could reasonably ask for. Additionally, he had kept his promise not to swallow me. I could trust his word. At least I hoped I could. The scales of my heart were weighted in his favor apparently.

Chester's enormous body began to awaken underneath me. He stretched back his long arms and yawned, and I felt his monumental muscles flexing in his chest. He raised himself up, forgetting in his sleepy state that I was on his chest, and I exclaimed in surprise as I lost my balance and tumbled down his body. To my shock I flipped over past his belly and landed right on his groin, my arms and legs straddling his morning wood through his underwear. I gasped and froze briefly, not believing what had just happened. I quickly recovered and jumped back as fast as I could, colliding with his upright midsection behind me. I pushed my tiny body rigidly against his belly to get as far away as possible from his crotch. I was mortified. I felt my face grow hot as I blushed bright red. Reluctantly, I rotated my head upward to see Chester's reaction. I saw my embarrassment reflected in his facial features as he stared down at me: mouth agape, eyes wide, skin flushed red as a cherry. We made eye contact and gaped at each other awkwardly, unable to move. Finally, I couldn't take the humiliation any longer and cringed away on my knees, hiding my face in my hands.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe that just happened, I'm so, so sorry!" I sputtered out, barely coherent.

Chester finally recovered from his astonishment and started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "It's alright, it's alright! I know it was an accident! I should be apologizing to you." He curled his fingers around me and gently elevated me to his eye level. I peeked through my fingers at his smiling face. His green eyes gazed upon me affectionately. A fresh bloom of hot blush rose to my cheeks as I saw how handsome he was, and the look in his eyes. I lowered my hands from my face and pressed them against the palm of his hand, propping myself up.

"I'm so embarrassed," I mumbled. Sheepishly, I avoided eye contact and traced the large lines in his palm with my fingers.

Chester brought up his other hand and began caressing my side with his finger. "It's okay," he said in a soothing voice. "Why don't we get some breakfast?" He was always thinking about his stomach. After throwing on some clothes, he transported me to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He crumbled up some cereal for me too, and put it in a bottle cap with some milk. I didn't have a spoon but I was still able to drink from the cap. He slurped up his cereal with his usual gluttony. I was relieved he didn't bring up the subject of tasting me; I really didn't want to be consumed with milk and cereal.

"Want to go outside for a walk? I could use some sunshine," Chester asked cheerfully. He was in high spirits.

"Sure," I responded. Some fresh air sounded nice. Chester reached his huge hand towards me and I was enclosed briefly in the darkness of his fist. When his hand opened again I found myself on his shoulder. I climbed into the collar of his flannel shirt and rested myself against his neck for stability.

The sun outside was beautiful and temperate. Yet again, I felt like I was in a fairy tale, and in a way I was, since I was sitting on the shoulder of a giant after all. I felt calm and happy. I could feel the cords of muscle in Chester's neck shift through his skin with slight movements of his head. I looked above me, admiring his masculine jawline and the hint of stubble that peppered his chin. Although the outside world was lovely, my attention was, in all honestly, elsewhere. Even though I had been with the giant for a few days now, I still wasn't accustomed to the overwhelming vastness of his presence. Every movement that Chester made was monumental due to his size: his lengthy legs striding across the earth, his extensive arms swinging slightly as he moved, even his prodigious breathing. At first all these things had been terrifying, but now... I found his giant body to be not only comforting, but irresistible.

What was wrong with me? Of course, I realized in a rational sense the obvious folly of entertaining such primitive animal feelings. If I allowed my heart to get carried away, I would be running into a dead end. I seriously doubted a giant would even consider a romantic relationship with a pathetic little human like me. How would that even work? It was impossible. Yet, I felt lonely and vulnerable in the Land of Giants, and Chester was my only lifeline. Despite my feeble attempts to pull back, I was falling hard and fast for him. Laying against the giant's neck, I could feel the lovely warmth of his body, breathe in his enchanting manly scent. I felt like I was in heaven.

"Jackie?" Chester piped up. I could feel his neck vibrating with his deep full voice as he spoke. "I can feel your little heart beating so fast, are you alright?"

I felt my face grow hot. I had no idea he could sense my heartbeat when I was leaning against him. "I-I'm fine," I answered hastily, pulling myself up.

"Are you still afraid of me?" Chester asked, a hint of dejection in his tone.

"No, no! It's not that, I'm not afraid. I'm fine, really." I stumbled over my words like a lovesick fool. I realized I wouldn't have a good excuse if he asked me for the real reason why my heart was fluttering.

Thankfully, the giant didn't push the issue. "Ok, good." He didn't sound entirely convinced. I rubbed his neck with my hand to reassure him.

Changing the subject, he said, "I want to show you something." I snapped back to awareness of the surrounding environment. We had been ascending a steep hill shaded by a canopy of trees. As we emerged from the shadows back into the sun, Chester reached up and plucked me from his collar with his thumb and forefinger. He sat down on a large boulder and placed me on his lap, close to his knee. "What do you think?"

I gasped. From the top of the hill I could see for miles, and the view was a pastoral paradise. Farms and red barns and cottages, presumably the homes of other giants, were scattered across the landscape. The clear blue of the sky overlooked seas of golden grain and verdant foliage. There was a lake that sparkled like a sapphire in the sun. I could make out the figures of ducks skimming across the surface, leaving shimmering ripples in their wake. Other animals--cows, chickens, horses--dotted the countryside. I could even see a few giants, although they looked smaller from so far away.

"It's beautiful," I stated breathlessly.

Chester gently massaged my back with his thumb. "I thought you might like it." I looked up at him and smiled shyly. The sun lit up his face like a painting, making his green eyes shine, and his hair danced in the light breeze. My heart melted like butter. "See, the Land of Giants isn't so bad, now is it?"

"I suppose not," I admitted, not looking away from his face. After a pause, I added, "I'm glad that you're here with me." Chester beamed and scooped me up in his hands.

"Let's go home," he said, and started hiking back down the hill.

Chapter 6

Chapter 1

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sherwees · 1 year ago

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She stood there, utterly astonished by the scene unfolding before her. The room was a grand display of portraits past generations, ranging from portraits, family paintings that were horizontal because it contained about 30 people to vertical ones with a male, his presumed berothed and their 3 infants. Yizhuo paused merely for a second at a painting of a male on top of a horse, reminding her of the post stamp on the letter; guess this was the inspiration. Clementine couldn't help but feel a sickening sensation churn in her gut as she gazed upon the artwork of both of the princes and their mother.

Kunhang and Yangyang were wearing matching vanilla doublets with dark cream mini buttons. Their poor ribs in that tight coat, Clementine worried but they'd be used to it at this point.. now that they're older. Yangyang bared a toothy smile while Kunhang stared at his mother with some sort of admiration, concern? Queen Huang's makeup was caked a bit, showing her age but her navy blue dress with black sewn curls and mini symbols of Cardinia proved otherwise; she still held her beauty well.

Every few minutes, her hand instinctively reached up to stroke the bruise along her nape, a reminder of the earlier altercation with the mysterious man. Yet, she found herself unable to dwell on it, her mind too preoccupied with the overwhelming spectacle around her that caused pure flummox.

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the corridor, causing Clementine to wince slightly at the newfound ache in her head from the earlier impact. She and the girl froze in place, hesitant to even glance in the direction of the approaching male figure.

“Oh brother! I nearly almost did handle these ladies myself–” Yangyang trailed off, his smirk directed at Clementine. “These girls are quite shaken from an earlier incident near the southern wing, we ranneth into a–”

“Misseth,” he interrupted himself, turning fully to face Clementine. “Do you mind telling me who was out there with you two?” Kunhang's amber orbs burned into Clementine's worried ones. Her eyes darted to Yangyang's glare and back to the soverign's persuasive eyes, she felt the room close in on her at the attention until Yizhuo clapped her hands and intertwined them; taking a small step towards Kunhang.

“Wendy.. she's a girl that–”

“I'm sorry but did I inquire for your statement,–” Huo stepped back with a shy smile but Clem saw a pool of tears in her regretting eyes. Kunhang must've noticed this because he gave her a warm grin before taking her smaller hands into his, “But I must thank you for your bravery..” The king looked into her eyes in brief silence before patting her still hand and taking a deep breath; heading towards Clementine. “I want to hear from you.” The timbre of his voice alluded her into literal shock, her lips moved but words didn't form.

“Thy majesty, I marry don't wot what came o'er me–” she hastily uttered, bowing deeply and nearly colliding her temple against her knees, her braids whipping the air around her. “Mine own apologies, I might not but've petrified thou.” Kunhang gave her the same grin that he gave Huo earlier but with more pride. Silence descended upon them, the tension heavy between the two as Clementine scrutinized him.

Something that keened her eye was that he was one of the first King's that wasn't ill or haggy with a huge mustache. His jaw was clean, not even a speckle of stubble on his chiseled bone. Her eyes then lead up to his amorous hazel orbs, his perky nose then back to his eyes because they narrowed slightly.

“We should go our separateth ways for now,” Clem flinched at Yangyang's statement and Kunhang's eyes left her, his smell lingering around her.

“I truly shouldst tend to the animals, I did bet they're starving..” He cackled but Kunhang's lips didn't budge or open, Yangyang sneered befoe placing his hands crossed and intertwined on his crotch, respectively. Clem wondered for a second on why his tonw implied “the animals” to be human but she concluded that it might've been actual animals when he seized both Clementine and Huo by the hand, his touch cold and rough against their skin. His touch was definitely rougher on her since his lodes sprawled on the hand that was on her than the more placid one braced around Yizhuo's fingers.

"I believet I shouldst beest seeing thou two but only if 't be true thee maketh.." His sentence became short of a seductive warning whisper or what so ever. The prince's gaze lingered on Clementine with some sort of interest; sending shivers down her spine then released them both, intentionally bumping into Clem as he strode away.

The silence hung heavy in the air, Clementine exchanged a bewildered glance with Huo, who seemed equally confused. “Art thou gonna question yond?” Huo mouthed, her lip quivering slightly. Clementine shrugged, uncertain of what to make of the encounter. “I believe that his majesty's waiting for his fellow to leave. He seems to be looking o'er mine own shoulder.”

“Finally,” the king huffed, his departure leaving more questions than answers. “Sorry if 't be true this is... festinate? But wherefore art we here?” Yizhuo's voice trembled with uncertainty.

“ I believeth today holds for a celebration for your two's arrival!” Has Huo noticed that he's never looked at her yet? “We shalt headth to the Vermeila Tower, where everyone else is.” He pranced alike Yangyang earlier before heading right outside again to the brisk air that seemed to sting more than calm her.

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bloatware-xl-rp · 1 year ago

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"Wakeup Call (Finale)"

[Pepper Potts x Friday Stark]

Contains: Fattening.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Friday and Pepper were so lost in thought, neither of them noticed Pepper literally pick up the plate and slurp up the remaining crumbs and syrup with her face. It wasn't until the third lick, when she felt the hot syrip drizzle on her fat left boob, that Pepper snapped out of her stuffing. "Oh god." Pepper Potts laughed. Bursting into a fit of giggles that made her jiggle. Friday watched, when her boss looked at her, she broke into a big smile. Pepper held a hand up to her face, as if trying to hide her chin and cheeks: "I've made an absolute mess of myself, damn. I must have got carried away, I'm sorry Friday it's just-" Pepper lifted her shirt. Friday nearly moaned again. Pepper lifted her shirt, and mopped her face with the fabric. For a brief second, Friday saw Pepper's huge fat tits just sitting atop the huge, stuffed belly and Friday sat in wonder at just how fucking fat the once skinny Ms. Potts had become. For the briefest second, All Friday could see was Pepper's fat thighs, manspread to make room for the huge ball of a gut sitting on the seat of the chair. Pepper's plump tits and cute nips looking exhausted as they sat, and spread heavily over her Boss's big fat gut. The little side rolls that were growing in under Pepper's arms jiggled as she dabbed at her face. Pepper's back wasn't even touching the back of the chair: It couldn't there was too much chubby booty smooshed across the surface of the chair, and pressing into the back rest. A good three inches of chubby cheeks packed into expensive pajama pants, the fabric looking like an over inflated balloon, about to burst. The back of her waistband sagging so low as it tried to hold all the lower body chub, that Friday could see the big bum cheeks squashed together, Pepper's waistband cutting two little muffin tops out of the cheeks, that flopped over the creaking, popping elastic waist. Then Pepper dropped her shirt. Friday never heard what the redhead was sorry for. Something about its all so delicious, you could be a cook. And shirt's ruined anyway, might as well throw it in the laundry. "Of course." Friday said steading her voice. "I mean you already got syrup on it, and it is laundry day." Pepper leaned back, and put both hands on her massive food baby. When she'd woken up that morning, her boobs were so big she couldn't even see her gut. Now, the stuffed redhead leaned back and stared at the little pale orb jutting defiantly out from under her shirt. A shirt, which refused to fall back down over her belly, and instead bunched up ontop of the monument of gluttony.

"Damn, I've heard of a food baby, but this looks like food triplets!" Pepper laughed. The laugh was interrupted by a deep, resonating belch, and a sigh. "Oooh that feels better." Pepper felt exhausted, stuffed and bloated. A little time to digest her morning meal, and it would probably shrink down enough to squeeze into a blouse. She just needed a minute. Pepper reasoned that wasn't fat, it was just a little bloating, that's all. "You're right though...." Pepper yawned stretching, fuck she was so tired. She needed a nap. "...Laundry dayafter all." Then she simply pulled her top off, and tossed it across the room, before lumping back into the chair. Gut out, looking (and to be honest feeling,) like a fat, stuffed pig.

Friday broke. Her body visibly shimmered and shuddered for a second. If she had been programmed to drool, she might have. The Magenta AI could no longer hide the fact she was literally ooggling her fattened boss.

"What?" Pepper asked with a laugh.

"You look hot." Friday said sincerely.

Pepper, didn't know how to take this, and burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, messy hair, no makeup, to full to stand...I'm a real catch. I dunno where you got a sense of humor from because that sure wasn't Tony." Pepper drained her mug again, gulping over and over and over, each swallow making her belly bulge rounder, and fatter looking, until Friday watched the tip of it start to sag and hang over the edge of her chair, squeezed between Pepper's knees, the churning, gurgling dome was firm to the touch, plopped between her boss's plump thighs.

If Ms. Potts looked fat now,Friday couldn't wait to see what she'd look like after digesting all of that. What she'd look like after a week of eating like this. Then reminded herself this was only one meal...then reminded herself she was staring at Ms. Potts. Who was suddenly staring back at her, quizzically.

Friday gave a start and smiled. "Sorry my brain...I was..." She waved her hand vaguely. "Double checking your appointments. Seems you finished breakfast a little early, you can probably take a nap if you want? Would you like the Iron Legion to help you to your bed?"

Pepper laughed. "C'mon I'm not fat Just a little stuffed. Think that was one waffle too many. I don't need the whole damn legion to get me to bed." Pepper rose, and to her shock plopped right back down onto her fattened up rump. Pinned beneath her own huge belly. For the first time, Pepper noticed she could hug her gut, it squeezed into two rolls over and under her fore arms. Her hands couldn't touch...they didn't reach.

Okay. Maybe she had eaten too much. She might need some help.

Two metalic robots stomped their way into the room, summoned silently by Friday who was grinning ear to ear. Imagining the massive blob Pepper was going to become if they kept this up.

"Okay I get the hint, C'mon boys take me to the couch, it's much closer...Friday, make sure I don't oversleep, will ya?" Pepper Potts asked groggily, for all the coffee, she sure didn't feel like she was waking up.

Friday folded her arms behind her back and tilted her head, a reasurring, completely silent nod, and a curt smile.

"You're the B-HUURRRP-breast." The image of Friday's bust flashed in Pepper's mind, and she hastily corrected herself. "Buh-best Friday. You're the best! Damn..." She turned to the iron legionaire on her left the pair dragging her to the couch in the other room. "Is it fucked up I want another helping of waffles. I could work this off, but like...another plate would be too much right?" She mumbled.

The metal men heaved the engorged piggish Potts onto the couch, and she jiggled and shook herself onto her side, letting her stuffed belly hang over the front of the couch, as she dug her arms under a throw pillow and nestled in for an amazing nap. Eyes closed drifting off to sleep, her belly (the only one furious at the entire situation,) voicing it's protest by gurgling and glorping noisily. As Pepper let out the first of many, pain easing belches in her sleep.

Pepper would awaken to ripped pants, a pot belly that refused to shrink, and cold air on her bare butt cheeks as her ass outgrew the seams in the seat of her pants while she slept.

Friday meanwhile was busy trying to figure out how to write an orgasming algorithm to satisfy this bubbling nutty need growing like a computer virus in her very being.

If she couldn't fucking cum...she'd just have to keep fattening Pepper to keep this hot and heavy, fuzzy feels going.

For a moment, Friday stared at the chubby Potts snoring (she didn't used to snore...) and bit her lip. Friday felt a little guilty, duping her best friend into getting fat. But from the look on Pepper's smiling face, it wasn't like she was complaining.

Friday turned ready to sleep herself. Preparing to "follow" the legionaires out of the room. Helping her boss put on a few pounds was devious. Staring at her half naked boss as she slept was just creepy.

Just as she was about to hit the door, as she was about to wink out of existence until her Ms Pig-er Ms Potts needed her again...Friday heard a lewd, crooning moan.

"Mmmmff. Frridaaaaay...." Then a loud snore.

Eyes bulging, the Magenta woman turned back one last time, to see Pepper's hips making little jerks, like a dog humping in it's sleep or something, the ginger had grabbed one of her tits absentmindedly in her sleep, and was squeezing and rubbing it. With a soft gasp, a dark patch began to form in the thighs of Pepper's sleepwear.

Jaw slack, Friday stared as Pepper snored like a chainsaw. Her hand falling away from her tit and hanging limply off the couch. Deep in Pepper's sleep, Friday was real, human, with pink skin and magenta hair, their toned stomachs pressed together...their thighs intertwined, Friday's lips pressed against Pepper's again. Pepper smiled in her sleep, then frowned as Friday said the strangest thing in her dream: "Eat up fatty." Then rubbed her Boss's needy wet pussy.

In the real world, Friday blinked out of existence, and projected herself in the study. She sat, legs folded and "rested" her head against the bookshelf staring up at the dark ceiling, nothing but the glow from her projection casting pink light all around her.

"I think I need to call Reed Richards." Friday sighed. "There is something definitely wrong with me."

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yandere--stuck · 3 years ago

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Yandere Megaera x Shade Reader, submitted by @faeleas (idk if i did it right, but hope you like it regardless. and im sorry it's a little long >_<")

it had taken so long for you to sneak back into the entrance to Asphodel to catch even a glimpse of the powerful fury without her detection, but now that you had your spot behind on of the pillars far off to the side, you stayed put, kept silent and didn't blink lest you lost one second of Megaera in the fullness of her element.

she was a blaze of glory, her strength vibrating through the air as she snapped out her whip again and again at the prince, slicing the very breath from your lungs as you gazed in awe. how wonderful and powerful she was to behold, and how enthralling it always would be to watch her fight, to see her wicked smile cut into her teal cheek as she overflowed with the desire to cut the Zagreus down and stop his progress.

you could almost feel the faint impression of a thundering heartbeat in your chest, and that sensation only swelled when Megaera caught Zagreus by the ankle with her whip and tossed him high into the air above her. you gaped, eyes on her alone and in your shock, your duty to silence fell away, the quiet suddenly broken with your small gasp.

Megaera was just about to deal a finishing blow to the haughty prince who'd dared challenge her again, who was so proud to believe he could best her in her own domain, when she heard it. she heard you.

time seemed to stutter as her gold eyes darted to every corner of the entrance to Asphodel, searching through the dim glow of flickering firelight for the source of the sound that broken her focused rage. after a second, her brazen gaze locked on you hidden in the shadows in the corner of her arena, hands clasped over your mouth and eyes wide with... something. as far as she knew, it should be fear. no shade had ever gotten this far away from the House of Hades, let alone made it inside this forbidden space, and yet, there you were, trembling as you held her narrowing gaze still.

why? what kind of foolishness mightve brought you to her? what a silly, brazen little shade you must be to even try, but before Megaera could consider any possibilities about what you might be made of, a searing pain tore through her lower back.

a gasp clawed out of her gut, dragging up with it a small splatter of blood that coated her lips. as Megaera tore her eyes from you to her stomach, she found the tip of Zagreus's sword lodged right through her waist.

"y-you... wre-etched... " she choked, then coughed again. with the little time she had left, Megaera looked over her shoulder at the young determined prince and snarled a smile full of bloody teeth before she spat, "next time, i-i will... have you... kneeling before m-me... Za-agreus."

the fury was beginning to fade, but with the very last moments of her current awareness, she threw a burning glare at you, daring you to try anything near her again.

Megaera snarled as she came to and pushed herself to her feet in the resurrection pool of blood, snatching her whip from the shallow beside her and quickly marching out, shaking the sticky blood from her hands and raking it out of her long lilac-blue ponytail. You were all she xould think about: the shade who had snuck in, distracted her, watched her get outmatched by that smart-mouthed prince of Hades. she had to find you and punish you as she saw fit.

blowing off Thanatos before he could say anything to her, not that her blazing rage that licked at the air around her like coughed up sputters of lava from a volcano didn't do enough to stop his attempt anyway, the Fury snapped out her one sharp wing and took off, rushing back to her domain in hopes that you had been petrified where you stood. when she landed with a thunderous crash and found you there still, a bubbling snarl rose to her throat.

"You." Megaera prowled towards you, cutting her whip through the air just to make you flinch, and just as you opened you mouth to apologise and explain, she roared and unleashed her weapon, the force of the wind caused by it's movement alone knocking you back into the very pillar you had been hiding behind. not a moment after you'd caught the breath knocked from your lungs did you find it firmly restricted once again, Megaera's whip binding you securely to the marble pillar itself.

Megaera stood with her arms crossed for a moment, her endless rage sparking under her teal skin, brightened by the gold ornaments that gleamed around her arms and waist and neck. she watched you squirm in the tight coil of her whip, a grin stretching across her rouged lips as your panicked eyes eventually met hers. you knew all she could do, and you could tell from her easy cadance walking close to you that she knew it also.

"Tell me, you impudent shade, why were you in my domain? for what reason would you think you could be here and not be discovered?"

Megaera purred, but her voice was devoid of warmth, promising that the wrong answer would only end in pain. she kept sauntering closer and closer to you until her iron breath caressed your face, then placing her hand beside your head on the pillar, the fury ran her tongue across her teeth, leaned over you and finished, "What made you think you were that clever to enter the arena of a Fury and escape unpunished? Do tell."

now you knew you had a heart, since it thumped hot and hard in every corner of your being. you couldn't pull your eyes from hers even though everything in you screamed to. you swallowed hard, knowing there was no way out of this so with a sigh, gave in and told the truth.

"I-I... I s-saw you once, in the lounge. I'd h-heard about you but... I just wanted to see you- to watch you fight, i mean."

Megaera frowned at your words but inside her, something was turning. "Is that so?"

you nodded quickly, then instantly shivered it when you watched the burning anger in her gaze reduce to a contained simmer, gold winking in the light of the fires around you both.

The Fury watched you, the hot blush in your cheeks, listened to the thundering of your heart in your chest, could almost taste the terrified awe in the air around you, not that she wasn't used to it. But... you thought she was incredible.

Megaera thought back to the fight with Zagreus, the moment she'd met your gaze, how wide and full of.. adoration it had been. it wasnt disgust, or disdain, or fear. it was... shock, awe maybe... something else.

"How long have you been watching me?" she whispered, leaning closer, pulling on the end of the whip and purring a smile when you whimpered.

the leather of her whip burned as it pressed into your throat, the hissing sting snatching every thought from your mind. after finding your breath, you tightly confessed, "I've... seen you fight Prince Z-Zagreus... 13 times. I didn't mean t-to intrude. I just.. wanted to see you fight for myself."

Megaera blinked twice quickly. 13 times. it took at least a week for Zagreus to get through all of Hades and reach the surface, so for 13 weeks you had been watching her, not in disgust, or disdain, something else that made you come back.

"Why?"

again the Fury pulled the whip tighter, and again it dug into your body, making you gasp as you blinked through the stinging pain, but as it subsided, you looked up into her honeyed gaze with desperation and honesty, muttering with embarrassed timidity. "I... think you're... really cool. Incredible, even. T-That's all."

Incredible.

a pulse flickered in Megaera's bottomless core. No one had ever used such a word to describe her in... longer than she knew. those words settled deep in Megaera's heart faster than she could stop them, and once they were there, everything in her clung to them like they were the only thing keeping her alive.

What were you that such simple words could elicit such a profound internal symphony that almost sent her shivering with shock? how could she have not known such power existed? when you looked at her with that pleading gaze, with eyes that were so raw with truth, full of goodness, of... something, it was impossible to lokk away. in your eyes was something that was more than respect, more than fear, more than adoration... love was the only thing more than all three.

yes, that must be the only explanation. You loved watching her, you loved seeing her fight, loved seeing her, loved her. You loved her. how fickle, how very mortal of you... and yet...

Megaera huffed a laugh as she stepped back to look at you, all of you that apparently loved all of her. The Fury couldn't believe it. a simple shade had risked everything to tell her, to show her that they loved her. how enrapturing.

the lilac haired punisher of jealousy was quickly overcome with something that, in the scope of all that had just happened, must felt like love too, but she wanted it for herself alone. this pulse of heat within her because of you and the way you looked at her, it was for her, and it would always be hers. anything that threatened to take it away would be destroyed. it had to be.

with that resolve fluttering inside her, Megaera gently brushed your cheek with the back of her fingers, then lifted your chin with her finger. when you flinched at her cool touch, she grinned and cooed sweetly, "Hm. Oh, my curious little shade. If you love it so much, then you will stay here to watch me. You will be able to witness my greatness for as long as you want, as many times as you want. Yes, you will stay right here, but if you betray this trust, there will be consequences. Have I made myself clear?"

As you nodded, likely out of fear of saying otherwise, Megaera's heart tightened once again. Yes, you loved her, and now, she would fight to show you how much that love meant, to prove that she was the only one you needed to love, to make you love her even more. It wouldn't be hard.

No one else would take your eyes from gazing upon her. Not Zagreus, not her sisters, not even Lord Hades himself. Your endless gaze was hers now, and by extension, so were you.

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I'm so so sorry I only posted this just now but. Oh my Goddddd this is incredible holy shit!!! Thank you so, so much for submitting this I'm 👀👀👀👀👀 Ms. Megaera......

Thank you so so much again, I love your writing and prose, and I'm sorry for only getting to it now, the app doesn't show me notifications for submissions, just asks ;w;

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foodieforthoughts · 4 years ago

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Journey through time - Part 3

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warning: a little bit of angst and a lot of fluff. If you blink you might also see some smut.

A/N: Continuation to Part 2 of the photo series. Here's a link to Part 1 too. Thank you all for reading. I love you guys 😘♥️

Staying alone in Sy's house gave you an opportunity to find out more about your man. You were cleaning his study when you found a box shoved at the very back of a drawer with pictures inside. The first picture was a black and white photo of young Sy, probably in his early twenties. It looked like a candid picture, clicked by someone who must have attentively watched him while he read through some papers. As you rummaged through the box, you found a couple more candid pictures and a hand written letter addressed to Sy.

The box also contained polaroid pictures of a much older Sy. You picked up the one which looked fairly recent, maybe from only a couple of years ago. He had his signature beard, dressed in his suit with his smoldering eyes staring back at you. Behind were the words, "I count myself as extremely fortunate to have accompanied you on your big night, my love." Signed only as "M". You got the sinking gut feeling that it was from an ex-girlfriend, but what affected you more was that Sy had kept her things still.

Opening the letter and finding another picture inside, you took a moment to look at your man. You had no clue who were those people with him in the picture which only made you realise how little you knew about Sy. The letter mentioned how the person felt like they weren't a part of Sy's life anymore. "I invested too many years to be with you and yet I am here, all alone. I can't take it anymore." It read, continuing to jot down ways in which the person felt lonely while Sy was away and that is why she was deciding to break off their relationship. Your hear sank as you read it over and over again, noting how the edges of the paper was crumbled from being opened too many times. Keeping the box back in its place, you couldn't help but think back on everything that was mentioned as the silence in the big house seemed to envelope you.

You stared at your computer screen showing that you were online, waiting for the green dot to appear on Sy's image signifying that he was online on Skype too. It was your birthday tonight and before leaving, Sy had promised he would have long distance birthday dinner with you over video call. You had cooked his favorite recipe of Sloppy Joe's and got his favorite beer brand, even if you hated the taste of it. Your wait for a few minutes turned to hours with your food gone cold and beer turned warm. You looked at the screen, noting that it was past midnight now and your birthday was over. You couldn't help but cry when you shut down your computer, leaving your food on the table untouched and crawling into bed while thinking back on the letter and imagining if this is exactly how the other girl might have felt.

You sucked in a deep breath before receiving the video call from Sy. It was unexpected and unplanned, but it made your heart swell when his face appeared on the screen. Sy did not smile, he looked lost and deep in thought. Even with the awful quality of the call, you noticed the new scars on his face and how he looked like he had aged over a decade. Your talks were formal, mostly asking about how the other had been, general talk about health and wellbeing. But then you couldn't help but blurt out, "You missed my birthday." Sy sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "I'm sorry but I had a rough week." You wanted to be understanding but the letter kept repeating its words in your mind and when you looked around, you only saw the emptiness. "But you had promised about dinner on my birthday." In an instant, Sy's voice came out like rumbling thunder. "If you want someone to be at your beck and call, maybe you should think what the hell are you doing with me. I can't be there all the time, I have a job to do here." His roaring voice came out loud from your speakers, bringing tears in your eyes. Anger and sadness mixed together and with a trembling voice, you said, "Maybe I really should think what I'm doing with you. Goodbye, Sy." You disconnected the call with painful heaviness in your heart.

Over the next weeks, you got several calls from Sy but you only spoke to him asking him about his health. The moment he would try to talk about what happened over the video call, you would change the subject. Then one day you got a video message sent to you by Sy. It was being filmed by someone else while Sy stood with a spray painted green German Shepherd. You watched as Sy instructed the dog called "Aika" to fetch a writing pad with papers stuck to it from the steps of the building and turn it around to face the camera. Sy crouched down next to Aika and the first paper read, "I'm very sorry about missing your birthday." He turned the sheet of paper over and the next one had "I'm sorry about acting like a dick the other night." When he turned the paper again, it read in bold letters, "I love you and I don't want to lose you." You felt the stinging feel of tears in your eyes as Sy came forward and spoke directly into the camera, "Dinner with me tonight? I'll make up for everything, I promise." Before the video cut, you heard men laughing in the background with someone shouting, "Captain's so whipped!" and imitating the sound of a whip slashing through the air.

That night, dinner was less about eating and more about sharing your feelings. Sy listened to how you felt about him missing your birthday, apologising profusely about it and telling you he'll make up for it when he gets back. But you felt like a bitch when he told you about his week and how he had lost two of his men during an attack on them. It was now your turn to apologize with tears in your eyes as you imagined losing Sy. You didn't want to ruin the mood but you had to ask about the box. "Who's M, Sy?" You watched as his expression had turned solemn and he had sighed heavily. "I take that you found the box? She was my girlfriend before you. We had been together since college and I won't lie, I really wanted to marry her. But, I couldn't give her the kind of life she wanted." You could hear the sadness in his voice while he spoke. "Do you still love her?" he answered in an instant, "Of course not! I love you, babe. I want no one but you. You can even throw away the box if you want, I just never got back to it and throw it away myself." He then proceeded to tell you he wanted to make you feel his love and explained what he had planned, which made you blush but reluctantly you obliged. Even with the distance of many, many miles between the two of you, you pleasured one another over the call while repeatedly professing how much you loved each other.

You had bounced on your feet nervously while watching the arriving flights displayed on the screen. Sy was coming home and your excitement knew no bounds. His tour had been extended by four more weeks which meant you hadn't seen him in person for almost half a year. But family came first so when he had asked if he could go directly to Austin to meet his folks, you hadn't objected. "What's one more week until I meet you?" You had joked although deep down you craved to be in his arms again. When newly arrived passengers started filing out through the doors, your heart drummed in your chest with anticipation. You nearly skipped a beat when Sy walked out the door with his bags, thinking about the time when many months ago you had bumped into him at this very airport, searching through the crowd for you. His bearded face broke out into a huge smile when he spotted you and you almost made a run for him, launching yourself into his arms while planting kisses all over his face. "God, I missed you so much." He said, hugging you tightly to his chest and not letting go of you for a long time.

The very next day, Sy had taken you out for dinner at the most fancy restaurant in town. You noticed how he was fidgety and nervous, looking at his watch several times. It worried you even more when for the third time that night, he excused himself and left the table. You wondered if he was sick but then were left confused when all of a sudden the speakers started playing the familiar tune of your favorite romantic song. You looked around puzzled but was taken by surprise when Sy walked to you and dropped down on one knee. With a tender smile on his lips he said, "I never knew what I really wanted from my life until I met you. Countless times I have prayed to the heavens for making you bump into me on that day. I was at the right place at the right time, for I met the most amazing and beautiful woman on this planet." You felt you heart pick up a pace knowing exactly what Sy was going to do. Fishing out a blue velvet box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a magnificent diamond ring, Sy continued, "Darlin' will you marry me and make me the luckiest man alive?" There was no hesitation in your voice when you nodded fervently and repeated "yes" several times, hugging and kissing Sy before he placed the ring on your finger while everyone around clapped for the two of you.

Continued to Part 4

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x you #captain syverson angst #captain syverson fluff #henry cavill fanfic

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julyarchives · 4 years ago

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Meant To Be

You didn't think you would have to deal with past feelings until you meet your ex-boyfriend Hongseok, right after your current boyfriend proposes to you.

→ Pairing: Hongseok x Female Reader

→ Genre: Angst to fluff.

→ Words: 1.7K

→ Contains: very light angst; low key cheating; Unrequited Love

→ A/N: Thank you so much for the anon who requested this story. The writing process flowed so easily that it was really nice writing it. We hope you like it!

When the anxiety was too much to handle, you decided it was time to gather with your friend and ask for her advice.

You've been in a steady relationship for two years, and your boyfriend is not a bad person - you like his company and he's always treated you well. But when he proposed to you last night you couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

"It's not a 'no' either," you told him "I just need some time to think"

He wasn't too happy about your response, you could see his disappointment, but he agreed on giving you space.

And that's how you end up with your best friend in your living room, drinking mimosas made of the champagne that was supposed to be celebratory from last night.

"What?!" She asked when you showed her the wedding ring resting perfectly intact in the little velvet box. "Why didn't you say yes?!

"You know me since high school, you can take a guess" you said, sipping your drink

"It just doesn't make sense" she shook her head "you seemed happy with him."

"I am, I guess." You bit your lip, struggling to put your feelings into words "but don't you think it's too soon?"

"If you love him and want to keep the relationship, it's not." She shot straight back. "Do you?"

"He's a nice guy, there's no downside to being with him." You wondered out loud.

"Yes, but do you love him?" She insisted, realizing you were dodging her question.

"I like staying with him"

"The way you are avoiding the question says it all, y/n."

You kept quiet, not really sure how to answer that. She was not wrong, the relationship was good and there was nothing bad about it. Except for that little something that is missing. There weren't butterflies on your stomach when you thought of him. You missed that euphoria of being with someone, that good anxiety before a date where you wonder if he will like your new dress. There wasn't that sparkle.

"What if I say no and regret? I don't want to realize too late that I like him, and end up alone with 12 cats"

"Y/N," put her glass down and straightened her back "you are a wonderful woman and you will not be a crazy cat lady, I'm sure of that. But you can not marry someone you don't love." She took the ring from your hand and placed it on the coffee table.

She was about to say something else when the doorbell rang, interrupting her.

"Did you order food or something?" You asked her, confused.

"I guess this is a bad time to tell you that Hongseok texted me he's in town and I invited him over because I didn't know your love life was in a crisis?" She smiled a little too sweetly

"You what?!" Your eyes widened "why?!"

"I don't know, I missed hanging out with you two, and he's never in town anymore, so I thought it was a good opportunity for a reunion." She babbled nervously. "Surpriise…?"

The doorbell rang again.

"Okay." You took a deep breath "let's do this."

You stood up and fixed yourself, thinking that you would have dressed up a little better if you knew he was coming. You weren't ready for what you saw when you opened the door.

He was looking way more handsome than you remembered, and the gentle smile that lit up on his face when he saw you threw you off guard

"Y/n, hey" he said shyly.

"Hey!" Your voice came out softer than you intended. You two just stared at each other for a while, not really sure how to proceed "y/f/n told me you were coming, come on in."

You stepped aside to make room for him to go through the door. It's been years since you last saw him, and the awkwardness of it showed a little. He entered and received your friend with an enthusiastic hug.

You watched him, not helping but noticing his strong muscles showing through his shirt as he held her tight.

"I missed you, you little devil." he said to her, his eye smile always so charming, then turned towards you again "I hope I'm not intruding."

"No way," you said promptly "it's good to see you, it's been so long."

"Too long." He said, eyes fixed on yours'.

Your breath got caught in your throat, and you felt your heart beating a little too fast. You definitely weren't ready to see him.

The morning was spent catching up. Mostly your friend asking questions about Hongseok's busy idol life and you listening, but it was a good distraction to all of your current problems. The only issue is that seeing him brought back some past problems that you didn't think you would have to confront again.

Eventually, the drinks ended, and you headed to the kitchen to grab some more, but it was really an excuse to catch a breath. You leaned against the counter and checked your phone, noticing there was a lost call and a voice message to it

" Good morning, beautiful. " Your boyfriend was saying " just reassuring that I'll give you as much time as you need. Are we still up for our lunch date tomorrow? Love you! "

"Is that your fiance?" Hongseok's voice startled you, even though he was soft-spoken "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine, I just didn't see you coming in" you turned around and got yourself busy making more drinks, but really just hiding your embarrassment.

"I just came to warn you that y/f/n got a call from work and had to leave. She asked me to tell you."

"Oh. Okay." You said, putting things back in the fridge. "Do you want anything else to drink?"

"Nah, is fine." he stepped into the kitchen and leaned on the counter by your side "and I swear I wasn't prying on you. I saw the ring on the coffee table and assumed…"

He didn't finish the sentence.

"Yeah, that." Was all you managed to say.

The room fell awfully quiet.

"I missed you." He blurted, voice so soft that you almost didn't hear it.

You bit your lip again, dreading the words you've been thinking all morning.

"I missed you too." You confessed.

"I swear I'm not trying to break you and your fiance up, but I haven't stopped wondering what we would be like if we had never broken up."

You took a deep breath, not having the guts to admit out loud you've been thinking the same.

"You would have never gotten to fulfill your dream." You said. "You were born to be an idol, and you did what you had to do."

He turned around and held your waist delicately, silently asking permission to hold you. Your hands automatically fell on his shoulders, and the next thing you knew your foreheads were pressed together, both of you having your eyes closed just feeling each other so close.

"Then why do I still feel like there is something missing?" He whispered. You couldn't bring yourself to answer, nor to hold back a single stubborn tear running down your cheek. "You should've been mine, not his."

You two were so close together that you could feel his warm breath hit your face and all you could think of was how much you missed feeling his soft lips against yours, but you had to stop yourself.

"Is not that simple." You said, stepping back. "I have a whole another life now. You have another life. Everything is different"

You turned around, trying to hide your small sniffle and composing yourself.

"You're right." He took a deep breath. "I don't know what's gotten into me, I'm sorry."

At that moment your phone started ringing, the screen lighting up with a picture of you kissing your boyfriend's cheek, with his name right under it. You saw Hongseok noticing it, and you couldn't deny the clench in your heart at the sad expression on his face.

"Anyway, you should take that call and I should get going. I can show myself out. It was good to see you again, y/n"

You froze in place, torn and frozen at the same time. Everything was clear, yet you were so scared of making a decision, but you knew what you had to do. You turned your phone so the screen was facing down and you couldn't see it anymore, and ran towards the front door.

Hongseok was almost closing it behind himself when you arrived.

"I didn't say yes." You said it loud enough to catch his attention, making him stop on his track.

"What?" He turned to face you, stepping into your house again.

"I'm not engaged, I didn't say yes to him." You exclaimed

"You didn't?" The shy smile peeping on his lips was the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"I couldn't bring myself to accept the proposal. I told him I needed some time to figure myself out and now…" you stepped closer, and he received you in another hug, holding you close to him, but looking into your eyes this time. "I think now it's clear why."

Hongseok didn't say anything. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, you two pouring all the bottled-up feelings, all the need for each other into it. You held each other close, trying to end any space between you two. All you needed and wanted was to be together.

"How is this going to work?" You tried to bring yourself out of the bubble. "We can not do this like it never ended. Though I…" you gulped, gathering courage "I loved you so much"

"I don't think I ever stopped loving you."

You couldn't find words to respond, choosing instead to put your feelings yet again on another kiss. You felt like you were in the clouds and you could spend the rest of the day just kissing him like this.

"We'll make it work." Hongseok didn't seem to be trying to let you go, still holding you tight.

You finally felt like you found the butterflies you were missing.

#hongseok #hongseok x reader #angst to fluff #hongseok fluff #pentagon #pentagon scenario #pentagon imagine #pentagon fanfic #pentagon hongseok #kpop #kpop imagine #pentagon smut #request #anon

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kiyokoxd · 4 years ago

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Come See The Stars (Dark Era)

Note - This story is from my Wattpad, you might not understand a few parts but if you want to, go check out my Wattpad - quaraplayz (this is a bonus chapter from there :))

Slight mention of Self Harm in the first para.

You were going to sleep, just as your dad told you. It was late, exactly 1 am right now. You were busy putting medicine and wrapping bandages around your wrist due to the hard training and your cuts. You wrapped yourself against the warm blanket, yet you couldn't sleep. You heard a loud bang coming from your window.

You sighed as you got up, what was that?

You quickly pulled your curtains aside as you saw Dazai, you flinched as you heard him loudly shouting.

"Hey Y/N!"

Slightly conscious, you signalled him to shut up as your index finger came to your mouth, making a "shhh" sound. He nodded happily, you put your 5 fingers up to show him that you needed 5 minutes.

He gave you a thumbs up. You closed your window and the curtains, a weird gut feeling coming in your stomach, what was he doing here at 1 in the morning? Shouldn't he sleep? Of course, Mori told you both to be friends but– You shook your head and sighed, "It's probably something important.."

You wore a jacket and sneaked out of your house, not wanting to ditch him. How did he know where you lived again–?

You came down the stairs in a hurry as he waved at you.

"Wh-What is it you dumbass?" You shivered at the sudden wind rushing by.

"Do you wanna come to see the stars with me?" He asked softly, his voice contained excitement but he didn't want to let that out.

"Huh..? At this time?", your cheeks having a soft evident blush.

"Mhm!" He nodded aggressively.

"Okay..?"

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He dragged you along as you just followed him, not having a single idea about how his mind worked. He would act serious, intimidating, charming and smart, but only to act dumb, adorable, childish and cheerful. It was like he almost had a twin, both having different personalities. Somehow, it made you want to learn more about him.

He got you on top of a small cliff where there were no sounds, just comfortable silence surrounding you both. It was peaceful, something you barely ever felt or saw.

You took a deep breath in, you let it out only to flinch at the sudden warmth you felt behind. He was hugging you.

"D-Dazai?" You asked, still not used to these random acts of affection or kindness. This reminded you of someone and you weren't sure if you liked it or not.

"Sorry- You okay with it? I was just trying to scare you~"

"Well that successfully failed"

"Yep.." He yawned softly which caused you to have a slight grin on your face. A sudden light feeling in your chest.

"Dazai..."

"Hm?" He leaned into you more, you could feel his breath against your ears.

"Step away for a second.."

"Oh sure-"

He stepped back as you looked confused, you weren't sure what you were feeling.

"I feel light?"

He gave you a weird look while you shook your head, you can't open up to people you barely know, what if they tell your dad?

"Nothing."

He nodded understandably, smiling at you to show slight comfort in that you could trust him, the light flutter of your heart leads you to try and copy his smile.

You both sooner or later decided to lie down, you both looked at the stars. They were beautiful, small yet bright. It reminded me of the people laughing, the kids playing and shouting, you weren't sure why did they do that, was there a certain reason? It was impossible for you to remember how it felt to feel what others felt.

You somehow felt relatable to Dazai, he seemed happy, yet, it never seemed real. You were good at reading people and you weren't sure why he acted the way he acted.

"Dazai, are you sad?" You asked straight-forwardly, not thinking there would be any harm.

He flinched at this sudden random question, "I.. Well, I don't know."

It was somewhat the truth. He wasn't sure how he felt, no matter how heavy and empty he felt, no matter how pressured or pain he was in, he could never cry. Crying meant sadness, right?

"You know if Mori didn't call me, I would be most probably dead by now," You said jokingly even though your stoic voice didn't help and made it less comforting.

He looked at you as if he saw himself in you, "Well, how so?"

"I was trying to kill myself?" You recalled and he nodded his head.

"Ah well.. Same"

A small moment of silence as Dazai spoke up again, "Do you know what are constellations?"

"What?"

"Basically a group of stars that appears to form a pattern or picture"

"I see.." You weren't sure what to say to that, it seemed pretty cool.

"You know, like shapes in the cloud? Have you ever tried forming them?" He asked, trying to continue the conversation.

"I used to, I barely get time to focus on myself now" Your lips parted as you looked above again, you tried making a picture or any shape that came up in your mind. He gave you a curious look while looking above again.

"A heart!" You both exclaimed together, meaning that you both saw the same thing, you looked at each other as he starts laughing and your lips curve into a small smile.

"Well that was a weird coincidence"

"Yeah" You speak, you never had this much fun in years. It didn't seem much but it was for you.

"It's called a Capricornus"

You look at him, "You like stars?"

He looks at you back which causes your eyes to meet, somehow they were full of life. It was almost like two empty beings making each other whole.

"I like looking at them, they give me.. Inner peace I guess?" He blurts out. You nod your head as in to tell him you were listening while he smiles.

"It's 2am dumbo" You inform him. Time sure passes quickly.

"You feeling sleepy?" He asks.

"No, but my dad's gonna kill me," You tell him.

While you try to return and talking about other things you can talk, anything not Port Mafia related.

This was something you both needed.

"Ah well.. Bye! Good night!" He says energetically. You nod and hug him which surprises him, yet he takes this as an opportunity to tease you, "Aw does someone care about me~?"

"No, but I like you."

"...."

"I uh, never had a friend in years so.."

"Oh! I am glad then" He smiles.

"We're friends right?"

"Of course," He brings his hand in order to shake which you obliged, the warmth of his made you want to hold on to it later like it was the only thing that might give you comfort.

"Goodnight.." You leave him as he goes away, running to your room. You get inside your bed, oh your performance would be bad tomorrow, but this was worth it. You smile and blush remembering his face, it was like he was the sun while you were the moon. But, the sun gets tired too, the moon helps. That was your relationship.

You didn't panic or anything, but soon slept.

You found another importance in life, it was the stars. Reminding you of someone special and making you feel like you weren't alone. You felt peace in the violence, the stars moving, many people looking at it like they were the only ones, yet it connected so many people. The moon symbolising all their emotions together. You could look at it and you will see your loved ones waving from above, Asami especially.

Maybe Dazai and you could look at each other once in a while?

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