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halcyonwrld · 3 months

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— A LATE BREAKFAST

PAIRING. Jennie Kim x Reader

With a big test coming up, you and your girlfriend make a bet to see who can stay awake the longest during your study date. Ultimately, you win. This is a brief glimpse of the cozy morning afternoon that follows. (1.3K)

TAGS. college!au, just some good ol’ domestic fluff, a suggestive mention or two, playful mention of suffocating 💀

Waking up feels like transitioning out of a daze and headfirst into a living daydream. Everything feels warm and hazy. Sunlight pours in slats through the blinds. Distantly, you register the sound of the humming air conditioner, and the soft lull of music from the apartment above you.

Being inside of these four walls brings you a feeling you can only describe as pure comfort. The kind that makes you wish you could stay in bed forever.

You yawn as you come to, sluggishly scanning your apartment.

The TV is on, paused on Netflix’s home screen.

With a groan, you stretch, careful of Kuma at the foot of the bed. The joints in your legs crack with a satisfying pop of pressure. That satisfaction is shortlived; you can’t help but grimace as you notice your arm is trapped.

Jennie snores softly against your shoulder, blissfully unaware of your predicament at the moment. Your girlfriend is practically on her stomach with the way she’s curled into you, black hair mussed wildly about on her forehead, arms contorted in such an awkward way you wonder how she’s sleeping so peacefully.

She’s lucky she’s cute.

You try to pull your arm, but no give. And an annoying blunt something is digging into your waist.

Turning fully onto your side, you blindly fumble with your hand underneath the sheets. You realize it’s your phone as soon as you get ahold of it.

Turning it on— your eyes widen: it’s nearly 2 in the afternoon! You can’t believe you’ve actually slept the entire morning away. Again.

It takes you mumbling her name at least three times before Jennie begins to rouse from her sleep. (Though, you think it's your weak movements attempting to free your arm that truly wakes her.)

She squints at the light, immediately screwing her eyes shut. Then, she loops an arm around your waist and nuzzles into your chest. “Five more minutes…” she murmurs, the ghost of her lips tickling your sternum.

“Jen…” you warn.

Like a child, she whines an indignant noise, burrowing further into your warmth.

You roll your eyes before you press a patient kiss to the top of her head. Your stomach grumbles; of course she smells like blueberries, of course.

“You… you know that you fell asleep first, right?” you murmur through a yawn, teasing despite the sleepy haze that still has a grip on you both.

"Mmm, no I didn't,” she rasps, lying straight through her teeth, “you fell asleep before me, but-"

"But nothing- unless… you have proof that I don’t?”

She goes quiet at that.

Too quiet.

"Babe… you're gonna fall asleep in five more minutes, and-” You huff, yanking your arm from underneath her. Tingles shoot down to your cold fingertips as the blood begins to flow back into your veins. “I need to piss."

Jennie groans. "Just hold it."

You scoff, pushing her away by the forehead. "How about I suffocate you instead?"

"Ugh… fine.”

Jennie rolls onto her back, allowing you to move. She cocoons herself in the sheets to the neck after you stand. Watches you with puffy, low eyes as you round the bed.

“Delete the photos… I know you have so many terrible pictures.”

You scoop up a random shirt from the floor, sending her a lovesick smile when your head pops out of the top. “Babe, please… you’re the most photogenic person I know.”

“Blegh,” she complains, face scrunched as she tugs your pillow over her head, “Too cheesy.”

You giggle as you make your way to the bathroom.

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"Jagiya…"

You hum at the term of endearment, glancing at your girl as you tug on a random pair of grey sweatpants, foamy toothbrush stuck to your jaw.

Jennie looks far more awake. In the time you’ve spent in the bathroom, she’s propped a pillow underneath her head, and found her phone. The sheets have slipped just below her collarbones, revealing the straps of her lace bra.

She places her phone on her stomach when you look at her, giving you her full attention. That soft stare of hers doesn't fail to give you butterflies.

"Thought you only needed the bathroom?" she asks.

You shrug. "Well, now I'm hungry."

She smirks. "No need to leave, I'm right here."

You roll your eyes and head back to the bathroom to finish up, ignoring her call of complaint.

"Since we missed breakfast, m’gonna make some. Want something specific?" you call before you turn on the shower for her, knowing she preferred to first thing in the morning.

You step out to hear her clearly, leaning your weight against the doorframe. She’s staring at herself in the ceiling mirror, rubbing an eye.

"Toast please,” she mumbles sweetly.

You hum, then collect all of your textbooks and loose papers from last night and shove them into your bag.

"What is-"

You look over.

Jennie is sitting up now, blankets bunched around her hips and a familiar paper in her hands. She smooths out a yellow sticky note, and you wince to yourself as she squints to read it, already knowing what it is.

She holds it up for you to see, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

You can barely make it out from where you’re standing, but you don't need to. You remember lazily scribbling the words ‘LOSER’ on it last night. Along with the click of your camera taking an incredible amount of pictures after sticking it to her forehead… how your drowsy laughter flooded the room as she didn't budge not once, too comfortable in your presence to once rouse from her sleep.

And yeah, maybe one of those pictures is your wallpaper right now, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"Oh, where did that come from?” you drawl, scratching your head and glaring at the slip of paper as if you didn’t recognize it. “Weird.”

“Yeah… so weird.”

You glance around, trying to ignore the feeling of her knowing gaze burning holes into your face. Kuma scratches insistently at the door, whining. "Oh, Kuma needs to pee. Gotta go!" you rush, happy to have an out.

You swing open the door and let the canine rush out ahead of you, phone in hand as you escape Jennie’s grumbles to herself.

"Y/n!"

You pause mid-step down the hall, a suspicious squint to nothing in particular. Your girlfriend actually sounds upset. Kuma continues on without either of you, nails clicking against the floors as he jogs around the corner, not a care in the world as he races to the kitchen.

You shove your phone into your back pocket as you walk back to the room. You peek inside, blinking innocently as possible. "What?"

Steam wafts from the bathroom. Jennie is on the edge of the bed in nothing but a bra and some sweats, tying up her hair into a ponytail. The simple image of all of her beauty in a haze of golden light, is a sight that makes you swallow, hard.

She turns toward you, mischievous eyes brightening when she sees you've come back for her.

"Kiss please?" she begs in a voice you know all too well. She reaches out, expectant. Pleading with an expression that makes you a little weak in the knees.

Definitely a trap.

You’ll give her a 9/10 for effort, but you know any tricks she has up her sleeve will only prolong your day even further. Typically, you wouldn’t mind, but you’re nowhere near ready for an interrogation about the pictures you took last night, and you know she’s wondering.

You match her scheming smile, pretending to her request over. "Hm…. you can get all of the kisses you want, after you get up and brush your teeth.”

Just to be annoying, you blow one to her before you leave.

Jennie groans dramatically as you shut the door behind you.

#blackpink imagines #blackpink x reader #jennie kim x reader #jennie kim imagine #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #gg x reader #gg imagines #blackpink fanfic #halcyonfics

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salemoleander · 9 months

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solving counting sheep webweave

MCYTblr AU Fest Summer 2023 // sources under readmore

Created as a treat for the absolutely stunning fic by @theminecraftbee!

Pt. 1: The Specialist’s Hat, Stranger Things Happen p.63 / Kelly Link ◆ Requiem Angel / Daniele Valeriani via @satanasaeternus ◆ Maschera Venetian Joker Mask / Atelier Marega Mask ◆ Macbeth 1.5.57-61 / Shakespeare ◆ Watch / Carol Milne ◆ Excerpt from Salt Is For Curing / Sonia Vatomsky via @geryone ◆ Carved Damascus Steel Bird Knife / Robert Mayo ◆ Excerpt from STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE, Calling a Wolf a Wolf / Kaveh Akbar ◆ off to finish it at the source / @catcrumb ◆ Excerpt from The War of Vaslav Nijinsky / Frank Bidart ◆ Having a cat is great tweet / @premeesaurus ◆ Secrete / Kate MccGwire via @snailspng

Pt. 2: I am asking you to endure it. / @intactics (Deactivated 12.31.21) ◆ Hi! You have great eyes / @illness (Deactivated 3.25.18) ◆ Taste for Independence Cat / @alisonzai ◆ Support Mental Health pin / @snailspng ◆ A Barn at Kronetorp, Skåne / Gustaf Rydberg ◆ Living: There is a period when it is clear... / Jenny Holzer via @funeral ◆ Neighborhood Plague, Fjords I / Zachary Schomburg ◆ Ugly, Bitter, and True / Suzanne Rivecca ◆ It just keeps happening / @mothcub ◆ Shepherd with Flock of Sheep / Anton Mauve ◆ No Longer Evil cat / @b0nkcreat ◆ Excerpt from All Our Futures / Jody Chan via @geryone ◆ Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stitch / Carol Milne via @knithacker ◆ Deep Dark Fear (9.29.2013) / Fran Krause @deep-dark-fears

Pt. 3: Read more pop-up / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Combination of Painter Javier Palacios and Enoch 18:14 / @mountainqoats ◆ Wandering Albatross ◆ Diomedes ◆ Forgive dead players: OFF / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Inktober52 Angel / @lastmousequeen-blog ◆ The Heavenly Host / Violet Oakley ◆ Excerpt from No Rush / Todd Dillard ◆ I will not go gentle magnets / @carpethedamndiem ◆ Excerpt from cain / José Saramago via @ilumark (Deactivated 2.5.22) ◆ Excerpt from Salt Is For Curing / Sonya Vatomsky via @geryone ◆ Purple / @ungfio via @sosuperawesome ◆ Excerpt from Lessons on Expulsion / Erika Sánchez via @geryone ◆ The Practical Companion to the Work-Table, Containing Directions for Knitting, Netting, & Crochet Work / Elizabeth Jackson via @knittinghistory

Pt. 4: Excerpt from A Ghost is a Memory / GennaRose Nethercott via @tolerateit ◆ What’s done is done / @thatsbelievable ◆ Excerpt from Ante body / Marwa Helal via @geryone ◆ Minor Resurrections / Elisa Gonzalez ◆ Mirror ◆ Coming back / @ungfio ◆ Candlestick ◆ Flame

#webweave #solving counting sheep #salem art #web weave #mcytblr #three #mcytblraufest23 #mcytblraufest2023 #do not remember which of those tags is correct lol #ALSO I believe tagging someone multiple times only alerts them once. if that is not the case a preemptive apology to geryone #i debated including panel 4 at all or under readmore or whatever #but honestly i feel like even if its not as pretty it says something I really want to say

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slaymybreathaway · 10 months

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The Swayze Dilemma (Georgie Cooper x Reader)

Warnings: none

Word count: 592

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It was 11 am Sunday Morning when I Heard about Jennifer Hansen's death. My family had walked in the door from church when the phone rang.

I wasn't really friends with Jenny but my older brother, Andrew was and the death had hit him hard.

♡

Thqe day of the funeral, my mother decided that it was best if I didn't go. Connie Tucker told my mother that I could stay in her house while my parents and brothers were at the funeral.

Connie was the meemaw of my boyfriend, Georgie and we get along like a house on fire. He'll be staying at her house too, along with his siblings, Missy and Sheldon.

I find Missy very funny and Sheldon has taken a liking to me... I think. It's hard to tell with him. Sometimes when he and Georgie are arguing, I side with Sheldon. It's not my fault that the kid backs up his argument.

When I knocked on the door of Connie's house, Georgie opened the door.

"Hey darlin', what're those?" he looked at the box in hands.

"Hi cutie, These are doughnuts," I stepped into the house. He tried to reach for the doughnuts but I pulled them away before he could. "Ah, wait till I get into the kitchen first," I kissed his cheek and walked into the house.

The twins were in there, Sheldon was struggling to reach a glass from the press. I took one down for him "Here you go love," I said.

"Hey, Y/n watchya got there?" Missy asked.

I opened the box and showed her. She reached for a jam doughnut. "Hey, how come Missy gets first pick?" Georgie asked and swiped one

I shrugged my shoulders although I knew the reason why. Missy was my favourite, she's like the sister I never had. She doesn't really get that much attention at home so she calls me whenever she needs to talk to someone.

Her and Sheldon went into the living room to watch TV with Connie while Georgie and I stayed in the kitchen.

"Hey watcha say to going dancing next Sunday?" He asked and got a Coke from the fridge.

"I never knew you danced Georgie. Yeah sure, I'll meet you at your house around 5," I said and Followed the twins into the living room.

"And the clothes they're wearing, is that what they become a ghost in?" Missy asked.

Georgie and I sat down on the couch and he put his arm around me. "It Depends, in the movie Ghost, Patrick Swayze has on the outfit that he dies in but Casper runs around butt naked," he chuckled.

Connie looked at him all confused. "I made him watch Ghost with me," I said to her. Her expression relaxed a bit.

"Yeah and you were staring at Swayze the whole time," he muttered.

"Of course I was staring, it's Patrick Swayze for crying out loud! Don't act like you don't stare at all the models in your dirty magazines," I said, proud that I got a dig in.

Connie was laughing so hard that I thought she was gonna fall out of her armchair and Georgie's eyes looked like they were gonna pop out of his head. His face turned red, too.

"H-how did you find out about them?" He asked embarrassingly.

Missy and I shot eachother a knowing look. "Lucky guess," I said.

A minute or two later, I turned and looked at Georgie. "I'd pick you over Swayze any day," I snuggled into him.

#georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #georgie #young sheldon #sheldon cooper #the big bang theory #tbbtforever

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Vile

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a mean girl who hates a soft boy! She wants her men mean and rough. When Chris doesn’t take this well things start to change….this is for my best friend who literally held me at gun point to write this long ass story😅

Warnings⚠️: This is juicy juicy SMUT. I’m talking hair pulling, smacking, spit, manhandling, knife kink. Chris is mean as fuck and a douchey asshole. So read at your own risk just know she’s juicy

Song for the imagine: One of The Girls- The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depo

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Chris was such an annoying little clingy boy. We were friends for some time now, and we were literally the definition of black cat and golden retriever energy. I was always a bitch and cold, I mean I had my soft spots but ehhh. And he was so childish and giddy all the time.

I’m not sure how we became friends, or how we actually liked each other, but we did. I had actually really liked Chris, but something about him acting too childish for me kept me away.

Most of the time we hung out it required me to literally watch him like he was a child. He acted like such a little baby, and one part of me wanted to coddle him, and the other part of me wanted to smack him to reality.

“I can tell you why she ghosted you” I told Chris

“And why is that?” He said rolling his eyes

“Because you’re such a little pussy. You get pussy whipped and you’ve never even met the girl” I told him

“Not fucking true at all” he said sounding offended

“No, it's very true. You’re a munch, and girls don’t like that. Ease off. You’re doing too much” I told him

“Excuse the fuck out of me! Miss perfect. How many guys actually want you around. You’re so meh and dark and MEAN” he said

“Guys like mean girls…..I’ll have you know I get any guy I want” I told him

“Yeah right! I couldn’t be with a girl who’s mean” he said back

“Yeah because you’re too nice, and you’re like a baby. Tighten the fuck up” I responded back to him

“Could you not be mean to me” he said

“Uhhh let me think?? No” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Chris, I'm telling you. Stop being a little softy and you’ll see every girl will fall to their knees for you” I told him

“Would you fall to your knees for me?” He asked with a puppy dog face

“Not until you get mean…..i like my men just as mean, and you doing this puppy dog face is putting you at the bottom of my roster” I said giving him a weird face

“Not a single nice thing out your mouth” he said scoffing and rolling his eyes

“Oh! You see that the scoffing and the eye roll? Yeah, keep doing that. A bad attitude looks good on you” I told him nodding my head

“Ouu are you flirting with me?” He asked smirking

“Most definitely am not” I said laughing in his face

His face drops and he clenched his jaw

“Ohh Chris that was hot as fuck, keep doing it” I told him running my tongue along my teeth

“You think so?” He said getting happy again

“See now I was flirting with you, and that shit went right over your dome” I told him

“Uhhh whatever” he said giving up

I worked at a bar/lounge that Chris and his brothers always frequented. I’m sure it was for me because this is not their scene at all. I found it amusing, but Chris just wasn’t my type

I hadn’t seen the triplets in a good month. Their fame skyrocketed and they were on tour the last I saw on instagram. Man I kind of missed my munch I was getting bored with these guys.

I was working a boring night shift on a Tuesday when nobody would be in. We were so slow I think I washed the shot glasses 25 times….actually might be 26

The front door opened and Chris and his brothers walked in. Immediately my face lit up

“Hey guys” I said

“Y/N heyyyyy” Nick said walking over to sit at the bar

“Yoo” Matt said sitting next to him, and then Chris sat next to Matt

“Hey Chris” I said

He just nodded his head at me….whos this fucking cool guy? I asked myself

“How have you guys been?” I asked them

“We’ve been good, just got back from tour actually” Matt said

“Oh nice how was that? Insufferable I imagine with all the teenage girls screaming” I said

“I missed your negativity! Actually it was really fun” Nick said

“How many tits did you sign Chris? Oh wait your whole fanbase is like 16, and you’re too pussy to do it for the girls that are actually of age” I told him

“Fuck outta here” he said giving me a dirty look

“Oh someone’s a little feisty” I said looking at Matt and Nick

“Yeah he’s been a total dick lately. He’s really fucking pissing us off” Nick said rolling his eyes

“Shut the fuck up” Chris said rolling his eyes

I’m not sure who this new Chris is, but it was really fucking hot.

“Let me take you on a date” Chris randomly blurted out

“Fuck no….have you lost your mind” I told him laughing at him

“Why you gotta do me like that. I’m tryna be nice and ask you out” he said rolling his eyes

“I told you I like my men mean….not posers pretending to be mean” I said back

“Want me to smack you around and call you bitch then? Before you agree to go out with me” he asked scoffing

“Mmm that does sound enticing” I said winking at him

The triplets had left about an hour after hanging around, and I had to finish my boring shift. I was closing solo tonight since it wasn’t busy, and everyone cleaned their area, so I only had a small portion to clean

It was 2AM, and I walked over to the door switching the open sign to closed

I walked back to my area and was wiping down the bar and the tables that were mine. When all of a sudden I heard someone come in….I thought I locked the door??

“I’m sorry we’re closed” I yelled out since my back was turned

“You left the door open….rookie mistake” I heard someone say, I knew that voice

“Chris what the fuck” I said turning around

“Not happy to see me?” He asked frowning

“No…waiting around like some creep” I told him cleaning my last table

“Ohhh you wound me” he said

“Chris you’re so fucking corny please stop” I said shaking my head

“Just give me a chance please I really like you” he said

“You’re acting like a freaky obsessed teenager, NO” I told him

“I can be mean” he said back to me

“Yeah sure you can” I said laughing at him

“I can be mean, and I can fuck you like a dirty slut you annoying bitch” he said walking closer to me

“The fuck did you just say?” I asked shocked, and pleasantly surprised

“You heard me…” he said smugly

“I can make you take back all those things you said about me. When I fuck you like A DIRTY SLUT YOU ANNOYING BITCH” he said raising his voice at the last part

“I doubt you can fuck me good” I said feeding into him

“Oh I’ll have you fucking weeping and limp” he said laughing

“Come on then rude boy, I can take you” I said

Chris stormed over to me and slammed me into the edge of the bar table (fuck that will leave a mark tomorrow). He smashed his lips against mine in a disgusting and sloppy kiss, but it was so fucking hot my knees buckled a bit

“You’re getting nothing but my dick tonight, and I’m going to give it to you how I want, and you’re gonna take it, GOT IT” he said gripping onto my chin harshly

“Yes” I said

We started to make out and he was groping my body harshly with want and need

He pulled away and looked me over while licking his lips

His hand came up to my throat and he started to choke me

“You’re gonna be mine” he spat at me like venom on his tongue

He removed my shirt and my bra. Immediately grabbing my boobs massaging them while looking at my face

“Fuck Chris” I said biting my lip

He grabbed the back of my head and leaned my head down. I was looking at his palm

“Spit” he demanded

“What the fuck no” I told him

He smacked me, “I said spit” and he pushed my head a little harder

So I spat on his palm

“Good fucking girl” he let go of my head kind of pushing me back and brought his palm up to my nipple massaging the spit in

“Ohh fuck” I said throwing my head back

“Yeah what a fucking slut” he said massaging my other breast

“Stop fucking talking and do something” I said which he didn’t like because he spun me around and pushed me against the counter again

“You need to learn to be nice” he said, pulling my hair causing my head to go back. I winced in pain and pleasure

He pulled my skirt down and had me step out of it

“Red lace thong. You’re a mean bitch and a slut” he laughed

“Fuck you” I said

“OH! So vulgar” he said pulling my hair again

“How do you feel about a knife” he asked me massaging my ass with his right hand

“Chris what the fuck are you on” I said trying to look over my shoulder but he didn’t let me

“If I brought a knife up to your pussy would I make you shudder?” He asked in my ear

“You wouldn’t….you're a pussy” I said laughing

The next thing I heard was the sound of a pocket knife opening. This sick fuck, he really had a knife

“I would choose my next words wisely” he said

“Or what” I said rudely

Chris placed the blade on my ass slowly grazing it. This sent a chill down my spine

“I don’t know….you tell me” he said back

“Chris I’m not fucking around don’t be stupid” I told him

Slowly I felt the blade travel further until he slid it under my underwear, and cut the side of it, and then slid it to the other side, and cut the other side letting my now destroyed underwear fall to the floor

He then swiftly turned me around

“Speechless are we?” He said with a smile on his face

He took the knife and slowly ran it up from my stomach to the valley of my breast

“Am I scaring you?” He asked with a fake pout

“No you’re turning me on” I said looking into his eyes

He then pulled my head back allowing my neck to be exposed, and he lightly slid the knife against my neck

“Mmmm how about now” he said taunting me

“Maybe a little bit. The knifes at my fucking throat” I said getting scared

“Good” he said then placed the knife on the counter, and grabbed me harshly throwing me against a table

He flipped me around so my chest was against the table and my ass was up

“Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even know your name” he said smacking my ass

“Fuck” I said wincing in pain

Chris kicked my legs apart, and started to unzip his pants. Taking his hard dick out. He walked around to where my head was

“Be a good girl and spit on my cock” he said smacking me lightly

I opened my mouth and spit on his cock. He then used that to jerk himself off. Slowly walking back behind me

He was teasing my entrance at such an agonizingly slow pace

“CHRIS PLEASE” I said already fucked out

“Shut the fuck up” he warned

And slowly he slid into me bottoming out in one go

“Mmmm this pussy was made for me” he said groaning

Within a few second Chris was pounding into me like a feral fucking animal. His hips connecting to my ass in loud smacks

“Fuck Chris you feel so good” I moaned out gripping the table

He was pounding into me relentlessly like I was some fucking ragdoll. His dick was touching all the right places

“Give me your hands” he said, but I ignored him

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up

“I said. GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING HANDS” he said throwing me forward

“IM SORRY IM SORRY” I said giving him my hands

He grabbed them together and started pounding into me even harder. How was this humanly possible

“Oh my god Chris” I said moaning and drooling everywhere

He lifted my leg up so my knee was on the table as he thrusted into me

“Such a good fucking slut for me” he said laughing as he smacked my ass with his right hand

“You gonna let me take you on a date now?” He asked

“Yes Chris yes! Whatever you want” I said moaning as tears fell from my eyes from the pleasure

“Good! Letting me fuck you like a dumb slut, and then letting me be your man” he said thrusting into me hard

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” I screeched out

“Yeah cum on my cock” he said as he pounded into me

“Fuck fuck fuck” I said and I came all over his cock. I was shaking and moaning out incoherent words as my legs were about to give out

“Let me cum on your tits” he said as he pulled out of me and roughly turned me over

He jerked himself over before moaning out my name as his lower abdomen constricted and he he came all over my tits

He came down from his high, picking his pants up and catching his breath

“Now how’s that for signing tits” he said lightly smacking me in my face

“Touché” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Let me clean you up, so I can take you home” he said

Chris had cleaned me up, and helped me clean the bar up again before I fully closed, and he decided to take me home

“So about that date?” He said when we pulled up to my house

“Yeah?” I asked him getting ready to get out

“Are you down?”he asked

“Of course! Pick me up tomorrow at 6” I said before kissing him on the lips, and walking to my house.

The End

I hope yall like this one! I haven’t done a Chris smut in a minute. Can’t wait to finish these imagines! I love writing 🤭❤️❤️

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #Christopher Sturniolo smut #smut #Spotify

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abramswife · 12 days

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ALL MY GHOSTS (vii)

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- summary: Finally, after a long week of searching, Beau locates the house you’re being kept in. He leads the operation to rescue you, and finds you chained up and beaten. He spends five days in the hospital, by your side, as you recover.

- word count: 2637

- warnings: Domestic abuse, inhumane treatment, hospital setting.

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From the outside, it looked like a normal suburban house. If Beau wasn’t aware of who owned the property, he’d think it was a normal house. But he knew better. He knew there was probably some sort of hellscape inside.

You were in there. He could feel it. And he was going to get you back.

Approaching the front door with Jenny, Cassie and Pop in tow, he tried the handle. Locked, of course. He motioned for the other deputies to go around the back, watching the five men disappear around the corner.

Stepping back, Beau braced himself.

This was it.

He slammed his foot into the door, by the handle, a rush of satisfaction hitting him when the door cracked and swung open. Immediately, he stepped inside, pistol raised and pointed. He took the living room, motioning for the other three to take separate rooms.

“Clear!” Jenny called from the dining room.

“Clear here!” Pop reported from the first floor bathroom.

There was a beat of silence. “Guys.” Cassie called out. “Come check this out.”

Beau didn’t waste any time. He rushed out of the living room and into the kitchen, around the kitchen island to where Cassie was crouched down. Jenny and Pop rushed in behind him.

Her expression was grim as she looked over her shoulder. “Blood.”

Heart sinking, Beau crouched beside him, gently touching the small pools of liquid. It stained his fingertips bright red. Definitely blood. He stood, scanning the kitchen, eyes landing on food preparations on the counter. “Someone was cooking.”

“Y’think it was her?” Jenny stepped up beside Beau, eyeing the knives and pans still laid out on the counter. They were in a clutter, someone had been dragged away while they were in the midst of cooking.

Sharp, he nodded. “She’s here.” He stepped back. Without another word, he exited the kitchen. They followed, as he took the stairs, two at a time, his knuckles around around his handgun.

There were three doors upstairs.

Two looked normal.

One had five locks.

His gut churned. He headed for that one, trying the handle, cursing when it clicked. He stepped back and sent his foot into it, grunting at the resistance. “Jenny.”

Nodding, Jenny came up beside him. On a countdown, they slammed their feet into the door at the same time. Once. Twice. Three times. The door flew open. Raising his gun high, Beau lead the way into the dark room.

A bed. A closet.

And you. Chained to the wall like an animal. Covered in bruises and blood, cowering against the wall.

“Y/N.” He breathed in relief. Holstering his pistol, he took a few large steps over to you, kneeling down on the floor in front of you. “Y/N, honey, look at me.” He put his hand gently on your knee, tapping you softly. You tensed, but didn’t flinch. “It’s me. It’s Beau.”

Your head lifted at the name, a spark of hesitation in your eyes. You stared at him, clearly recognising him, but too afraid to move.

He flashed a smile, squeezing your knee. “See? I’ve got you. It’s me. I’ve got you now, darlin’.” He didn’t know if what he was feeling was relief or rage. He was over the fucking moon you were in front of him, alive. But the bruises on your skin made his teeth grind together, made him want to punch a hole through the wall.

He was going to kill Jack.

Going to beat him to a pulp and take great pleasure in watching his face bleed.

“Beau.” Your arms came around him, desperate. Beau caught you, tugging you to his chest, cradling your head against his firm shoulder. You held onto him like he was your lifeline. Like he was buoy in an ocean; the only thing keeping you afloat and breathing and alive. You began to cry, overwhelmed with the emotions slamming into you, hiding your face in his shoulder.

His heart squeezed tightly. He cradled you to his body, holding on tightly, like you’d disappear if he let go even for a second. “I got you.” He whispered. “I got you, baby. You’re safe. You’re okay. It’s over. I got you.” He soothed his hand over your hair and down your back, until his hand cupped your hip and dragged you even closer to him. “He ain’t ever gon’ touch you again. I got you. Imma protect you.”

You could only sob, fisting the back of his denim jacket.

“You’re safe, baby.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, kissing your skin tenderly. “I ain’t ever letting’ you get hurt again. I got you.”

Eventually, your sobs quietened, the shoulder of his jacket damp and salty, and you pulled back, but your hands remained clutched onto his sleeve. “My— my ankle.” You whimpered. “It’s chained.”

He let you go, unable to go far with you clinging to his sleeve like a young child, reaching for the chain around your ankle and getting it an experimental tug. His rage was increasing with every second he spent looking at you like this. “Okay, honey, we’ll getcha’ outta here.” He assured you softly, smiling, squeezing your calf gently. “Jenny, help me out here.”

Your eyes lifted to Jenny, reaching for her hand as she passed you. She took your hand and squeezed, using her other to search her pockets for anything to release the chains.

After a few endless minutes, Beau released you from the chain, freeing you. His hands were latched onto your leg gently, as he worked you out of the loosened chain. The moment your foot slipped free, you threw yourself at him.

He grunted in surprise, getting knocked off his balance. One hand landed on the ground to steady himself, the other circled your waist, holding you to him. He chuckled quietly, warmth and love blossoming in his chest like a flower in spring. “I got you.” He whispered. You were practically on top of him, clinging onto him desperately. “Let’s get y’outta here. C’mon, hon, let’s get you home.”

Beau just about managed to dislodge you from him, but you gripped onto his arm tightly. He exchanged a look with Jenny and Cassie, who had, too, noticed the fact you refused to let go of him.

“Call the paramedics.” He told Jenny, who nodded and retrieved her phone from her pocket. Beau guided you out of the room, down the stairs. “Where is he?” He asked you softly, his words gentle. “Is he here?”

Your head shook. “He left an hour ago.” He nodded at your whispered words. His hand slipped from the small of your back to your hip, keeping you safe and secure against his side. “Did you— was it— was it you that arrested him?”

Solemn, he nodded. “Yeah, honey, it was us.” He spoke gently, as to not upset you, leading you outside of the house. You took your first breath of proper fresh air in a week. “We couldn’t hold him. I’m so sorry.”

“No.” You whispered. “Don’t. Thank you.”

Beau just held you until the paramedics arrived.

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“She hasn’t said a word since you brought her in, Sheriff.” Your doctor was a kind man; trying his best to snap you back into the real world. But, apparently, the moment you hit the hospital bed, you dissociated. 12 hours later, you were still out of it. “You can try. But, I’m sorry, it’s likely she won’t speak to you.”

Beau just nodded, and heeding his warnings, stepped into your hospital room.

The bruises were horrible and ugly. Dark purples and blacks, green and yellows. Beau barely contained his rage at the sight of you, so beaten and broken. Bandages wrapped around the worst of the wounds.

And your eyes.

Beau had never seen you so… far away.

He’d helped you through plenty of panic attacks. Held you as you gasped for air, telling him through ragged breaths that your lungs were certainly collapsing.

But, right now, you were just vacant. If he didn’t know better, he’d say your eyes looked dead.

Still, he moved forwards, sitting on the uncomfortable chair beside your equally as uncomfortable bed. “Hey.” He whispered, keeping his voice soothing. He reached out, gentle, taking your hand within both of his. “Doc said you’re not speakin’.”

Your head turned to him. Okay. That was good. You were reactive. You were aware. Though your expression was close to emotionless, at least you could hear him, at least you were reacting to your environment.

He smiled, squeezing your hand, carefully minding the IV drips in the back of your hands. “You doin’ a’right?” No response. He wet his lips, and took it in his stride. “We’re lookin’ for Jack. We’ll find ‘im in no time.” He assured you, stroking his thumb across your bruised knuckles.

All he got was a slight squeeze of your fingers on his hand.

But it gave him hope.

“You’re safe now, hon.” He whispered, lifting his hand to his lips. He flashed you a lopsided smile, gently kissing the back of your palm. “I promise you. You’re safe”

You rolled onto your side to face him, fingers wrapping around his palm. You held on so tight, your nails dug onto his calloused skin. Beau didn’t mind; he just stroked your skin with his thumb gently. Your eyes closed for the first time in 3 days.

He smiled brightly.

It made him feel good. To know just sitting at your side was enough to make you feel so safe. He’d sleep here every damn night if it meant you could rest.

“Thank you.” You whispered, knees sliding up and pressing to your chest.

Beau deflated with relief and joy. “You’re welcome, baby.” He murmured, soft. “Jus’ get some rest, hm? I’ll be right here, all night. Promise.”

He stuck to his word, falling asleep with his head on the edge of your bed, folded over on his chair. He woke up the next morning, his entire back aching — but, it was worth it.

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“The rest of his properties came out empty.” Jenny reported to him, when he returned to the station that afternoon. He sat behind his desk, one hand up his shirt, massaging his lower neck, arm bent awkwardly. Jenny gave him a strange look, but continued. “Wherever he is, he’s well hidden. We’ve got officers posted at each of his properties, in case he backtracks.”

Beau nodded, and then grunted in pain, shifting uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn’t cause an uncomfortable ache in his back. Despite the pain, he didn’t regret staying at the hospital with you one bit.

He’d woken up to you hugging his arm to your chest, staring at him with a smile. He’d stayed and spoke softly to you, even if you didn’t reply, until he was removed so they could run some tests on you.

Jenny’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?” She dropped her files onto his desk, a mixture of concerned and amused. “You in pain?”

He groaned, finally showing his discomfort, nodding. “Fell asleep in the hospital las’ night.” He took a sip of his coffee at just the memory of his horrible night of sleep. “Slept funny. My backs gone stiff.”

Her expression diminished a bit at the mention of the hospital. Jenny nodded, solemn. “Visited her?”

Beau hesitated, eyes flicking up to Jenny. “Yeah.” He grunted in confirmation, shifting on his chair. “She’s doin’ better. Recoverin’ fast.”

The blonde nodded, expression softer than it had been mere seconds ago. “That’s good.” Beau hummed quietly in agreement. Jenny remained staring at him. “She say anything to you?”

“Not really.” He muttered. His eyes turned away from Jenny, hiding his emotion, fiddling with the corner of one of his files. “Just a thank you.”

Jenny sighed. Her hand landed on Beau’s arm, comfortingly squeezing the muscles “She’ll get there.” She tried her best to assure Beau; she always did. “She’ll get better, you know she will.”

“Yeah.” Beau murmured, his smile strained. He didn’t quite find it in him to believe her. “Let’s just catch the fucker.”

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taglist: @yvonneeeee @deans-spinster-witch @fanfic-n-tabulous @dwonfilm @foxyjwls007 @just-levyy @i-love-ptv @hobby27

#beau arlen #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x female reader #big sky #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #all my ghosts

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izartn · 4 days

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Crystal was a complete mood all the series. I loved her, I loved her weird thing with Charles, her friendship with Niko, the back and forth she has with Edwin, her defiance at David and how she uses her powers. How she can be both sweet and fierce, and kind self-centered.

The way she totally clocks Edwin (and I'd argue Charles too) at the start but doesn't say much about it. She so knows there's something going on, she noticed right away the jealousy and even tells Charles to mind what he says for Edwin. She knows form the start, that anything between her and Charles won't last; she's not even really dating him. He's still the first to offer her to stay, a temporary home. She still has a lot of baggage and Charles is dead, forever 16. She still kisses him goodbye one last time when she goes.

How she's all ride or die for the boys and Niko, how she started the series bc she was friendly to a little ghost girl and she wanted to save another little girl, lost, across the Atlantic Ocean in another continent while she herself had no memories.

She has a demon buried on her soul bc she put him there until she could get ride of it, bc he doesn't define her and has no right to torment her. She tries to protect Niko at the finale, repeats what the boys said to her, that Niko is only human, and still they both go together to save the ghosts, and Niko dies taking a knife for her, and she wakes Lilith with her righteous rage and call for retribution for all girls dead too soon and makes Esther pay.

How she comes back to stay at the finale, because she has just recovered her memories and watched Niko die for her, and Edwin being tortured while Charles was chained, and has decided she wants this new life while she sorts out her past, fuck it she can have it all. Offering Jenny to come to London. Just. I want to hug her.

#my thoughts #dead boy detectives #meta #DBD meta #crystal palace #crystal/charles

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chrollosbiggeststan · 1 month

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Yandere Chrollo x ex girlfriend baby mama reader

IM BACK🤭🤭🤭🤭

YAN-CHROLLO X EX BABY-MAMA READER!

Tw🛑 toxic past relationship, children, gaslighting, little nsfw.

Summary: You were Chrollos everything, He NEEDED you. But it wasn’t just you leaving… and when he found you again you had to confront the truth.. and HIM.

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“Why did you ever leave my love..?” He whispered into my ear and I sit slouched on his fancy white couch.. the same white couch he would force me to sit and watch cheesy rom coms with him & Fei’s homemade horror films.. they were absolutely horrendous. “Why wouldn’t I leave you Chrollo..?” I look back up at him.. close to his lips almost touching.. I feel the ghost on his breath on mine and his colonel filling my nostrils and the room.

“Dear words hurt.. but what’s hurting me most right now is that you hid something that was both of ours..” His words hit me like a train. He knew about her.. he knows about her. “What are you talking about? What would I have brung with me that was both of ours?” I say moving my head to look forward at the tv in front of the couch, seeing both of our reflections in the black screen. I stare in silence, all you can hear is the small breaths of him inhaling and exhaling in small tokens but I know he has something deep in his eye that he wants to say something.

He grabs my face with little no force but still manages to almost nock my head of my shoulders. “Where is she at y/n” his lips almost on mine “I’ve found you all I need to know is where my child is and I have the true treasure.. worth more than any jewel or any amount of Jenny could ever be worth more than this.. and I’m not loosing you ever again my dear.”

~*TIMESKIP*~

“Mama! Look what I’ve found!” I turn around to look at my sweet baby. “Let me see baby” She walks up to me hands interlocked and held closed tight. “Can I see to my dear?” I feel a hand slowly run over the bump in my stomach “it better not be something dead dear k/n, your mother has quite a frail stomach right now” She opens her hand to show a mama wolf spider.. the baby’s start to crawl on her hands and she throws them all into the ground. K/n just stands still and looks up at me “mama.. will they be ok, I just wanted to play with them” I feel Chrollo tense behind me as I speak to her. “Don’t play with spiders baby, before you know it you’ll be sick in there web”

#chrollo hunter x hunter #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #hunter x hunter #hxh chrollo #hxh x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere

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natjennie · 1 year

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okay but what about when alison dies in the house and all the ghosts are so excited to introduce her to being dead, they're buzzing with anticipation to get to properly hug her and thank her for all she's done and put up with from them but then. she passes on. she doesn't stay. because her life was fulfilled she built a family she had a husband she loved she did everything she wanted to do. and mike is sad of course but he's comforted by the idea that she still gets to kick around with her friends and even though he can't see them he still talks to her and them and they don't even have the heart to try to communicate to him that she's not there. and then when mike dies he's so happy to be able to see her again, and finally meet all these friends she's had for so long but then. he wakes up. and they're there and they're real but.. alison's not there. and then the ghosts all ingratiate mike into the whole being dead situation and and he's so heartbroken that she hasn't been here hasn't gotten to be with them and they all comfort each other with her memory and reminisce about all the times they were with mike and he never knew it. and then they decide to try to communicate, in a friendly, helpful way, with the next people who move in. what about then huh? I'll cry, that's what.

#bbc ghosts #i was gonna write 'sucked off' but it felt like the wrong tone #so forgive me #jennie watches ghosts

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jennycalendar · 2 years

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willow talking about all the things she’s going through and all the changes and how buffy isn’t the only one who’s hurting and struggling. what if i kept a running tally of Moments Where Characters Who Weren’t Giles Could Have Mentioned Jenny But Didn’t, Because Jenny Doesn’t Exist

#celia watches btvs #like ...... she talks about getting into magic. talks about how she's going through stuff. talks later in this episode about how she #TRIED TO TALK TO GHOSTS #HELLO #jenny is IN THE FABRIC OF THIS INTERACTION

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watcherthrowaway · 6 days

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also one real post about this and like, plenty of ink has been spilt on how disconnected watcher entertainment seems to be from its fans but i think the missing piece here is how disconnected watcher is from the rest of youtube. when the catastrophe hit i went to all my terminally online friends, the same way i did after the hbomberguy james somerton video, or after the ned fulmer fiasco, or the creepshowart scandal etc, or every time jenny nicholson dropped a new evermore video, including the ones behind the $2 patreon paywall we all gladly pay for, and for the first time...

no one knew who i was talking about.

these are not insulated people. these are people i can trust to have at least name recognition of almost any youtuber i mention. they know downtherabbithole and strangeaeons and cjthex and kappakaiju and miniminuteman773 and kazrowe and somemorenews etc etc etc

so when i put in the group chat, with no context, 'he wasnt even on cribs' or 'we have no cats kathleen' or 'only humble pagan commune schemes' or whatever, i usually do so with great trust that at least half the group will know what im on about.

this time, crickets.

i backpedaled a little and pulled up the 'ive connected them' meme and the fuzzy blue professor, and i got nothing at all. the only recognition i got was when someone belatedly realized that he had seen the goatman video when it dropped (although he had no idea that they had their own company now), and another person remembered that they had offered to collab with danny gonzalez, a youtuber with twice the subscribers

because she had checked back to see if danny went ghost hunting again, and lost interest because he hadnt.

i also brought it up in my dedicated buzzfeed unsolved group chat but ummmmm i am the only one in that group still watching ever since the shift to watcher oops

the only splash they had made in my again, TERMINALLY ONLINE friend group that watches hours and hours of youtube a day was a buzzfeed video seven years ago, and when they had failed to collab with someone more famous than them. i found myself in the unusual position of having to explain the situation to a bunch of dirty internet gremlins, all of whom heard the whole story and said 'why would they do that'

not 'why would they do that to their fans' but 'why would they do that as youtubers'

even aside from the moneygrubbing, we watcher stans were confused about why they tried to offer us a service we didn't need or want, and i think it obscured the confusion on why they thought it was a good idea at all, when so many other models were available to them. why werent they using their patreon like other youtubers? why weren't they collaborating with other youtubers? why weren't they putting out regular, lower quality content like other youtubers? if they wanted higher quality content, why weren't they partnering with nebula, like lindsay ellis, or netflix, like bo burnham. why didn't they run their ideas past someone like the green brothers, who have jumpstarted scishow and many other similar projects successfully, and are famously good to work with/consult with? why would they try to pull a roosterteeth? don't they know what happened?

and i think the answer is no. i think they just don't know those things. and they didnt bother to check, because they think all those things are beneath them. because they think corporate content is the only worthwhile kind there is.

why else would they think they have to have an office building, keep dozens of people on staff, buy expensive cameras, and build a streaming platform? why do they only collaborate with actors and singers who have corporate entertainment approval? why are they reinventing the wheel on buzzfeed when thousands of youtubers build perfectly stable careers with a mic and a camera, and sometimes hire an editor?

i guess my takeaway from this is that, at least they didnt break my heart as a fan entirely because they fundamentally misunderstood me. they did it, at least in part, because they do not understand how youtube works, or what part they play in it.

they dont understand how people use youtube. it is not a cinematic event worthy of the big tv, it is line goes up playing in the background for the 400th time as i wash my face and put my laundry away.

that is why they spent months and months planning this without ever noticing it was a bad idea, while millions of youtube viewers knew instantly. thats why they didn't start with a more moderate solution, why they never used their patreon properly, why they cared so much about the production value, why they thought a youtube audience, any audience at all, would jump at the chance to leave youtube.

bc youtube as a creator sucks, and we all know that, but youtube as a viewer is extremely comfortable. all i ask of youtube is to be mildly interesting in the background while i do other stuff. it is filler. some of the filler is extremely good, yes, but there is no room or reason in my life to give more of my money and attention to my filler, let alone to get a bigger screen for it.

and honestly, this is why i and others stayed on with the ghoul boys even though their quality dropped. because it's filler. im not even looking at the screen you apparently spent 100k on. im flipping my eggs. im washing my hair. im waiting for the bus with my headphones in and my phone in my pocket. thank you for being my background music. in return i will sit through your ads and push your view counter up by one. i may even hit the like button by accident bc my phone is in my pocket.

this is not to say i dont enjoy my filler. i would absolutely die without it. but it is not and never will be exchanged for the instances when i make popcorn in The Big Bowl and turn on a Real Movie on the Big Screen (my old laptop that is 15 whole inches) with my phone turned over so nothing can distract me.

my filler can't be my movie, and vice versa. nor should it be. but watcher doesnt understand that, apparently. they think youtube is cruelly preventing them from being netflix, and they think we want netflix, and they don't understand that, even with that half-assed apology that they didn't explain their dream correctly and they are jsut so destitute they had to take extreme measures after they went to europe 6 too many times...

there is a fundamental misunderstanding about how people use youtube , both as creators and as consumers. they didn't just misunderstand their fanbase. they continue to misunderstand the entire ecosystem. idk guys. maybe you should have learned something from those youtubers that you apparently think you are too good for.

and as for me, welp. i've booted people from my filler line-up for less. and there are soooooooooooooo many other fish in the sea, and they are not asking me to pay them 27 corporation salaries from my own pocket. they are asking for me to bump their view counter up by one.

goodbye boys. i really hope you find a way to fulfill yourselves artistically or whatever. but you have burned this particular bridge, like. forever. and i don't think i'm the only one who feels that way.

and not because i dont support people getting a living wage, you guilt-tripping vultures, or because i dont believe in following dreams and wishing on stars and whatnot.

but because i prefer to consume content from people who know what they're doing, and i simply no longer trust that includes you.

#watcher entertainment #steven lim #shane madej #ryan bergara #this is truly all i will say #just amazing how the average youtube viewer immediately identified all the problems with the new plan #and none of the executive big boys involved did

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strwbrrybxn · 1 year

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cw & tw: pet loss under the cut bc i've been reading loving reaper by jenny jinya on webtoons and it has inspired this.

neighbor!nanami who's concerned when you disappear for two weeks after your little date.

neighbor!nanami who thought maybe the kiss goodnight had scared you away.

neighbor!nanami thinks you might be ghosting him, but why would you when you live next door?

neighbor!nanami doesn't see you on the balcony, nor do you come to answer the door when he knocks.

neighbor!nanami notices the lack of bark from the other side of the wall; the laughter and the "stop it, kai" no more faintly filling his living room.

neighbor!nanami who hasn't seen you leave your apartment, or even hear you through the paper thin walls.

neighbor!nanami who, after two weeks, hears the quiet click of the door as he steps out into the hall.

you're standing there, gripping a small urn in your hands and a collar between your fingers. your eyes are vacant, staring off at the blank space on the door.

neighbor!nanami decides not to bother you, watching you open the door and step inside. he'll let you come to him when you're ready.

neighbor!nanami is startled awake at 2am by his phone ringing and answers without looking.

"I was asleep, Goj—"

"sorry. I-I'll call you ba—"

he doesn't give you a moment to hang up, speaking your name quietly. he hears the rustling of leaves in the background, the trees dancing with the wind outside. he takes it you're on your balcony.

neighbor!nanami doesn't waste time climbing out of bed and onto the balcony.

neighbor!nanami sees you sitting under the moonlight, holding the same urn from earlier and the collar sitting on the outdoor glass table.

neighbor!nanami climbs over the little wall that split your balconies, taking a seat in the chair beside you.

"he was pretty old, you know," you whisper, eyes on the trees above you. "but he was a great dog, a great friend." you sigh, the tears in your eyes and a soft smile on your face as you tilt your head back down to look at neighbor!nanami, who doesn't speak.

he met kai a few times; when he would wag his tail and bark as nanami would take back the emptied bentos. the gray hairs around his eyes always made the shepherd look elderly, but he was much more lively in his old age.

"kai always loved this one path we would take, near a lake," you say after a moment, taking the time to wipe those tears away. "would you like to come with me to spread some of his ashes?"

nanami nods after a moment because he realizes...

he isn't just your neighbor anymore. he had slowly become your person.

#neighbor nanami #nanami kento #cw pet loss #tw pet loss #nanami #nanami jjk #🍓 writes #nanami x reader #jjk

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magnoliabutters · 6 months

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F🔪CK AROUND & FIND OUT

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (she/her) reader

warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, mdni; dark smut themes, bargaining, life/death scenario, noncon/dub-con, hair pulling, knife play, predator & prey, oral, penetration, degradation kink, choking, etc.

inspiration: @chestharrington's lazy ghoul's kinktober → week three: anonymous sex

word count: ~4.5k

note: y'all thought i'd get through a kinktober without my mans?! naaaahhh; note note ~ please check out the warnings & take care of yourself, the pairing is 18+ & based on my version of eddie "ghost face" munson

note note note ~ ~ a lil'borrow from @munsonify's delicious moodboard

“You locked your door, right?”

A swift roll of your eyes and your hand reaches for the dead bolt. The lock clicks to the left as you tuck your phone between your cheek and shoulder, landing your back against the front door.

“Jenny, it’s locked,” you mumble between chews of your gum. “I don’t know why you’re taking this whole serial killer thing seriously. The police aren’t talking about it.” Your voice dwindles on as you await common sense to fill your best friend.

“Hmph.”

“Oh, come on! It’s just a story,” you groan out. Annoyance filled to the brim. “I heard the fraternity boys make a story every year. No one’s going around killing people on Halloween.”

A sigh comes clear through the other line. You don’t understand how your friend could hear the story and be genuinely terrified. The first time you heard the story, you laughed at its bullshit. The simple coincidence of the twentieth anniversary of the Hawkin’s Diner Massacre and now somehow the serial killer returns? Bull.

“Still, you shouldn’t be alone,” she whines. “And missing your first Halloween on campus is unforgivable.”

“Ooo, add it to the list,” you taunt. “Adios weirdo!” You chuckle to yourself while crashing back onto the couch. You swing your legs over the armrest as your head is carried by a stack of decorative pillows. “I’ll meet you at the coffee shop tomorrow. We can talk about how we survived the night.”

Jenny scoffs before adding, “Alright, bye loser.” A smile sprawls across your face as you hang up the phone. Not a single care in the world before gently dropping it on the carpet beside you.

You quickly reach out to the coffee table. Fingers curl around the plastic of the remote. As your thumb hovers over the “on” button, you hear a scratching sound from down the hallway. You roll your eyes, another round of annoyance before you can rest and watch your sitcoms.

“Pablo!” you call out. “I just took you out 15 minutes ago.” Pablo, the poodle, doesn’t care in the slightest if you finally got to sit down - he needs to go.

Slumping your body off the couch, you groan and gripe while stomping down the hallway. Halfway through the creaking wooden floor, you can’t help but notice your cute, little pup wasn't meeting you in the kitchen doorway like usual.

With a voice filled with confusion, you call out, “Pabs, come here boy!”

You cross the kitchen doorway, landing your bare feet against the cold tiled floor. You hear his familiar patter against the wood as he rushes to meet you. You expect him to come through the dining room’s doorway, but the soft noise comes from behind. You slowly turn to see him back at the end of the hallway, staring you down from the living room.

Panic rips through you as you hurriedly twist your body to look at the door. Between the boxed window panes, you see a white glistening mask smile back at you as a black robed arm reaches for the door knob. You watch as it knob twists and turns, back and forth.

Without wasting a second, you rush around the corner. Feet slamming upon the floor as you feel your heart beating hard against your chest. Your hand reaches for the railing before swinging up the staircase.

Five steps in and you hear glass shatter. All you cared about was getting to your parent’s room, to the walk-in closet, to the safe beneath your father's shoe rack, to the shotgun already loaded and waiting for you. Cortisone seeps into your bloodstream. Your heart races, spreading the hormone thick and true throughout your body. You can feel your chest heaving, breaths filled with both sobs and exhaustion.

You can hear bundled steps, hurried and frantic behind you, but you’ve only gotten to your parent’s bedroom. You rush through, slamming the closet door back against the dresser. Your fingers dance, twisting the dial as you struggle to see through your tears.

Quick to the right and you hit the number 10, turning it back you hear the click of the safe once reaching 78. You can also hear him coming, but you desperately try to push that from your mind. Push away those muffled steps rushing against the carpet as he enters the bedroom. You turn the dial once more, all you need is the number 3, it's right there - you’re so close…

The black cloaked attacker digs their fingers into the top of your scalp, pulling against strands of your hair until you are on the other side of the closet. Your eyes return back to the ghostly face already splattered with blood across its chin.

Your eyesight becomes blurry as tears begin to flood your cheeks. Your body cowers into itself, knees up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You hesitantly peer from your knees to see the shine of a knife reflecting your face.

“Please!” you scream with your hands covering your face.

You tremble beyond your fingers to see that the serrated knife has paused right before your face. The blade is only an inch or two from your eyes. Death, a mere second away and you can do nothing.

The blackened form has now kneeled beside you. A frightening mask beaming its smile at you with a curious tilt of its head. “Please!” you plead. “I just … just tell me what you need! Is it money? W-we have money!”

The person behind the mask groans as they slam the knife into the carpet right beside your left foot. You yelp, squeezing into yourself. Your body trembling, terrified to move - to upset them in any way.

“It’s all about money with you people isn’t it?!”

The voice is alarmingly loud. It’s textured, deep in timbre, and slightly familiar. The man, undoubtedly so, leans into your face. He pulls the knife between you both causing another round of tears to fall like a river against your pinking cheeks.

The tip of the knife is pressed into your chin, guiding it up as it tickles against your neck. “There’s no amount of money that will save you now, little girl,” he whispers eerily. The blade digs into your chin, cutting against your flesh.

“Please,” you sob out. “Don’t kill me. God, please!”

“God can’t help you now.”

“Please! I’ll do anything. Please,” you cry. Your hand hesitantly reaches for his groin. Offering the man the last thing you could give, the last thing you could imagine he would want.

But he just watches you.

His mask digging against his chest as he peers down at you. Tears still falling through your lashes, you grab a tighter hold of the mass beneath his black jeans. You apply light pressure, only being firm in pulsating bursts. You can feel him hardening beneath you. It is enough leeway that you gain the courage to raise your eyes up to his masked face.

Struggling to speak, the words fall out broken and breathy. “Anything…” The ghostly mask is slow and steady as it tilts its head to the right. His hand violently falls to your wrist, pulling your hand from him.

You stare at him with horror in your eyes. This is it. He’s going to kill you. His grip tightens painfully around your wrist. You’ve tried everything. There’s nothing left to do…

“Anything?” He says as he rips your arm up. You stand, yelping in pain as he throws your arm back against the wall. He whispers, “Do you want it?” His dark, sunken eyes bare into you. There’s nothing there. They are empty, devoid of life and yet, it asks if you want it…

“Yes,” you blurt.

The ghost pushes against you, pinning you against the wall as he slides into the space beside your neck. You can feel the plastic of the mask pull at strands of your hair. You can hear a sniff as he gently raises off the chin of the plastic and rests a thick, warm tongue against your skin. You quiver as you feel his slick swarm up to your earlobe.

Your hand reaches for something, anything to get him off of you. You can feel his hot breath against your skin. You can feel your hairs prickle to their ends as you squeeze your eyes close. Your fingers brush against a hardened surface, hard and leathery. You feel the thick platform of one of your mother’s heels. Your fingers wrap around it before you can think.

Whack!

You hit it over his head, causing him to fumble and fall beside you. You take the opportunity to run out of the closet without skipping a beat. Your dad always told you to have a baseball bat under your bed - hopefully he follows through on his own advice. You fall to your knees and dig under your father’s side of the bed. You feel the curve of the wood at your fingertips, the joy in knowing that you were almost free from this horror show.

Just for your attacker’s hands to tangle into your hair again and knock you back harshly against your elbows. He crouches down in front of you, holding his hand flush against your neck as he squeezes between his thumb and index finger. Your body unsure of whether to prioritize your breathing or the sobs rising from your chest.

“I only want someone who wants it,” he growls. He takes a breath before continuing in a softer voice, “So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want it?”

You pause to seriously consider the notion. Are you really about to give yourself, wholly, to someone you don’t know? Some freak behind a mask? Someone who just held a knife against your throat? And why does this sound oddly familiar to the beginning of your favorite porno?

“Is that the only way I’ll get out of here alive?”

The masked man laughs maniacally. A laugh that seems almost eerily familiar. Not the laugh of someone in her life now, but of someone from her past.

“Fuck around and find out.”

His words haunt you. It sends shivers down your spine. It creates a vomit inducing whirlwind in the pit of your stomach. What are you about to do…

“Yes, I want it,” you mutter under your breath with eyes glued to the carpet before you.

“On your knees.”

With a trembling lip, you push off of your elbows and land upon your knees. You place your hands in your lap as you see him move in your peripherals. Only then do you grow the courage to raise your gaze.

With his back turned, he slowly pulls down the black cloak wrapped around his body. With each tug of the cloth, a new area of skin is exposed. A skin that is pale, almost like he hasn’t seen the light of day.

He bends over to crash his knife against your parent’s bedside table. His body is thin, but muscular around the hips. Little dimples shining back at you just above his waist. A solid black line tattooed thick and a foot long curved around his ribcage. Little small indents between each and every rib.

He turns around with a swift twist and your eyes pull from him, fearful of the white, distorted face. You can see that he still keeps that mask on, even though you know what he’s about to have you do. One of the most intimate things you can do with a person and you won’t even see his face.

He rushes to grab the knife, seemingly upset with your wandering gaze. He pushes the tip against your chin once more, forcing your eyes upon him. He stands before you, sunken in forward-hanging hips. His chest is riddled with tattoos, filled with frightening spiders and demons that have you wondering exactly who you are kneeling before. His knife guides you closer to his crotch.

“Take them off,” he whispers, a new and terrifying voice.

Your hands slowly reach for his belt. He huffs with satisfaction as he abruptly pulls the knife from you, dropping it back against the table. You keep your eyes on the patch of hair trailing down his lower stomach.

Your body moves, detached and robotic, as you grab hold of the belt’s tongue. You push it back, unhooking it from its buckle. The black, tight textured leather pushes slightly off the tips of your fingers. Your lips begin to quiver as you pull the belt around his waist and his hips draw further forward.

You can see how his abdomen shifts with each breath. Shuddered and quick, almost like he wasn’t able to catch enough air. Was he nervous too?

With delicate hands, you twist the button through his black jeans. You can hear a weak exhale as the denim opens and spreads against the growing mass beneath. The heat resonates off of it and you begin to feel dizzy.

His breath is officially shaky and loud. Your fingers slowly curve around the band of his dark red boxers. There, you can see where the happy trail leads you. A light brown cloud of curls that makes you light headed and forces dirty, regretful thoughts to emerge. You pull just a little further, just to see a little more - just before his haunting grip wraps around your wrist once again.

“Ow,” you utter under your breath. This time you raise your eyes to him without hesitation. He stares back at you with a hand slowly floating to your face just before he presses his thumb against your lips. He is gentle, the first instance of soft touch, as he drags it across your mouth.

He quickly digs his thumb against your lower gum before pulling upon your lower lip. You let out a squeak, pain strikes your mouth as the tiny, little vein stretches between your gums and inner lip.

“Get this off, now.”

He rips his hand from your mouth, dropping your lip from his grasp. You run your tongue against your bottom lip, tasting the smallest bit of copper. You straighten up your back as you hook your fingers into his waistline. You tug his jeans and boxers, skinny and tight, down to his knees. He drops back onto the bed with legs wide and slightly bouncing as he shakes his pants down to his ankles.

You try to keep a straight face as you watch his cock flip back against his stomach. Swallowing hard, you place your hands at his upper thighs. You could feel him shuddering away from your touch. You were almost unsure if you were doing the right thing. If you had wildly misread the entire situation. Your eyes fall upon him, wanting some reassurance. He gives you a nod to continue.

You can feel yourself melting at the sight. A staff so incredibly stiff, standing at attention and waiting for your unholy lips to wrap around them. The warm pooling sensation tickling your clit feels sinful, feels wrong. Shouldn’t you be afraid?

And yet, you’re excited.

You catch yourself squeezing your knees tightly against each other. Your fingers rest at his base, feeling the firm vein throb beneath your fingertips. His breath hitches with every touch. You can tell that he struggles to keep his knees wide enough for your tits to press into the mattress between them.

You lick your lips as your eyes ogle over his length. Your fingers wrap around it and can barely meet each other on the other side. Frankly, a part of you wondered if it would fit - if you’d be able to hold your breath long enough. The other part was excited for the challenge.

Your fingers slowly begin to explore the tight skin. To feel every crevice and try your best not to imagine it inside. You pull back against his foreskin, revealing the head beneath. There you could see the translucent bead of precum awaiting your drooling tongue.

Without hesitation, you press the flesh of your tongue against his slit. You soak up the salty surprise while involuntarily squeezing his base. You can feel him pulling away, almost as though he was pushing off the bed - but you had him right where you wanted him.

Your thumb brushes against his slit, begging for just one more drop. Your hips are flush against the side of the mattress.You can feel them begin to grind against its firmness, around the same time you lower your lips around its head.

A soft, little groan floats in the air between you. His breath hitching with each and every lick. His body quivering beneath you, begging you for more. He clears his throat, hiding his moans as he tenderly grinds his waist against you.

The ghost of a man digs into the mattress with all of his weight. His breath is hot and harsh. His legs and abdomen grow tense beneath you. Silence fills the air as you flick your tongue around his head. A soft gentle stroke against his base.

You hollow your cheeks, taking him in. Your body begins to crave it. The memories of what happened just before gradually begin to dissipate with each suck. All you know now is what is before you. A twitching rod that perfectly fills your mouth.

Your eyes close with lashes fluttering beneath furrowed brows. Your hand works in tandem with your swallowing mouth. Your other hand lightly rubbing a thumb against his \ sack. You can feel yourself digging against the mattress. Your grip tightening. Your body moving as a never ending wave.

Everything is working with each other. You lose yourself. You’re not thinking of anything but him. Anything but making those sweet little moans come back.

After taking in a harsh breath, he smacks his lips and entangles his fingers through your hair. He grips onto a bundle of strands, applying pulsating pulls that fit along with your throbbing cunt. “God, just like that,” he mewls. His own hips slowly growing in strength as he ruts against your face. The movement now afflicts him, as you both create an ongoing wave of pleasure.

Everything about who or what he is falls away.

“Shhhit, fucking shit.”

Your pressure becomes harder and faster in rhythm. Your teeth gently press against the curve of his head. Your fingers rub against his perineum, spreading circles as his body shakes and quivers. “J - Just like that, don’t fucking stop,” he yells out, practically cracking his voice.

But his grip suddenly turns harsh as he pulls against that bundle of hair. You hum in pain, but continue taking him in. Taking in as much as you can before gagging against his engorged cock. Any time you pull away, you can see the strands of saliva connecting you both.

“Don’t you fucking stop, you whore.”

Both hands are suddenly gripping harshly against the back of your head. His hips thrusting up, strong and forceful. You can hear yourself choking against him while struggling to breathe. He holds you there, pressed down until he rips you away. You fall back onto your elbows once more, completely knocked off balance and gasping for breath.

You are reminded of the danger once more. Of who you are with, but this time fear doesn’t strike your heart.

You drag the back of your hand against your swollen lips. He pushes off the mattress swift and smooth. His hands now digging against the bones of your hips. Once getting a good grip, he throws you face first against the sturdy bed. His entire body is hot against you.

You feel the knife cool against your skin, just before he hooks it up and rips a slit down your shirt. You can feel him hard against your shorts, beginning to fit against you like a key. Suddenly, you feel kisses upon your lower back. You raise your head, trying to grab a glimpse but his large hands smash your face against the mattress. A brutal, “No” rings through the air.

His fingers dig into your waistline, ripping the shorts off of you until you rest ass up and on your knees once again. His hands press against your inner thighs, pushing your knees farther apart while keeping you stable against the top of the bed. His hand grips against the curve of your ass, holding it tight before slapping the muscle and watching it bounce. You jerk at the sensation. A white hot feeling runs through your chest creating a floating sensation.

You want this, oh god, do you want this.

He rips each side of your panties without hesitation. His thumb flush against your freshly bare clit as he rubs little circles that cause eyes to roll back into your head. You moan against the blanket as you grind your hips backwards onto him. Little taunting circular motions, begging him for his dick.

He pushes a finger inside of you before laying his chest flush against your back. You gasp as you feel him curl against your g-spot. He leans into your ear and you can feel the flickers of soft hair against your upper back.

“Tight for daddy,” he coos in a way that makes you clench around his thick finger. “Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“I need your cock. Please, please,” your begs are genuine as you feel the tensing pressure of him tickling your bumpy spot. He pushes your head against the mattress with just the right amount of force.

“You can do better than that. Beg for it like you begged for your life.”

“Please, please. I’ll do anything. Please fuck me. It hurts, and I need you to make me feel better. Please you can’t leave me like this.” Your body is aggressively grinding back as you cry out for him, forcing his finger in and out of you with each of your movements.

You can feel his breath hitch as his other hand digs crescent shaped moons around your waist. “Good girl.” You hear the rip of a wrapper as you lean into your elbows. You wish you could be free, free of this clothing. It is unbearably hot. You wish you could see him, mask and all, just to have your tits exposed for him - for him to put them in his mouth.

Slowly, you feel pressure against your opening. His rather large head pushing, spreading your lips and soaking in your juices. Despite how delicate his hands are, he bottoms out within you in one solid swoop. Only the slightest bit of discomfort, seeing as he got you nice and wet before exploring your insides.

You scream, louder than you’ve ever allowed yourself to be with another person. A scream of pleasure. You can feel his hand thick against your spine as he props himself up by using you as a base. His thrusts are slow, dragging against every single part of your gummy walls.

“Fuuuucck,” he whimpers. “God, you feel so good.”

Gradually, his pacing becomes rapid and rampant. You can feel yourself almost giving in, giving in to the red hot of your body and wanting to watch from above. A level of pleasure that you have never reached before - now, never wanting to leave.

He falls against your back again with a hand now thickly entangled within your hair. He pulls you back, tilting your head to bring your face closer to his own. He bends down to whisper, “I need to hear you. I need everyone to hear you.”

His rhythm is quick and steady. It causes butterflies to flutter across your chest and down your arms. You cry out, fumbling the words, begging for more from your new god. God of sex, god of pleasure, god of ecstacy. How does he know exactly where to touch you to make your nipples harden and feel ripples of goose bumps across your skin? How could two bodies that have never touched before fit so perfectly into each other?

You lean back against his cock, sliding in and out of you. Forcing your opening to tighten even more, desperate not to let him go. “Oh - just like that. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you fucking stop doing that. God…” his voice drowns out.

Your entire body feels on fire. A pit in your stomach and you need to burst, but you couldn’t - not without him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiit,” you whine as you press your forehead against the mattress. “Harder!” You demand, and he does just that.

His hands grip around you, holding you right where he wants you before slapping you back harsh against his hip bones. Little bit of pain, but what’s pleasure without it? “Oh god, yes,” you cry out. Your voice whimpering as eyes roll to the back of your head. “God, fuck yes!”

He rips at your hair, pulling you back to look up to the ceiling as he fucks you silly. Your back arching against his sweaty chest. Your eyes remain closed but your mouth is gaping, begging for anything. Your hips rutting as he flickers deep within you. “Don’t stop - don’t you fucking stop,” he says with a quivering voice.

“I’m gonna - “ he yells out. “Oh, oh, god. Oh god.” His voice hitches at the very end, right when you feel him press harshly against your hips and hold you there. Your entire body begins to spasm. All dams now cracked and destroyed as your walls squeeze around him.

You can feel him twitching inside you, bursting with ecstasy. You can feel his hand at the base of your spine before he slowly pulls from you. You clench and gripe, not wanting him to leave - to just stay inside filling you with his cum.

As he pulls out of you, you roll over, feeling the warmth begin to drip down your bum. Hoping to catch just a glimpse but he is already facing the wall. Somehow the mask already on. He pulls up his jeans, resting them lazily against his hip bones. He reaches for his knife, holding it in his hand as he turns back to you.

“I won’t say anything,” falls from your lips faster than you’d like. You raise your hands to your side, taking quick breaths as nerves ripple throughout you. “If you promise to come back.” The words fall soft and sweet. You are completely genuine and, truly, not yet ready for him to leave.

Your masked murderer, now a new favorite fuck buddy. A dick worth dreaming about. A dick worth waiting for.

He rushes you, hand to neck, digging his hips into you. His knife shines beside your face as he twists it. The act no longer causes a gasp to fall from your lips. You lean into it, wanting him - all of him. He lightly drags it against your cheeks, down your jaw, neck, collar bone, leaving no marks in its place.

Once it hooks against the hem of your shirt, his hand grabs at your collar before slicing his knife down the middle of your shirt and revealing the bra beneath. You breath hitches, only slightly expecting to be killed on the spot, but now completely infatuated with how much he continues to surprise you.

With a swift clip, he swings his knife at the pretty little bow between the cups of your bra - revealing your nipples as the cloth falls past your waist. He drags the blade against your sternum before tracing circles around the flesh of your breast and nipples.

“I promise.”

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