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kpopscruggles · 3 months

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The Urge to Let Go - Anton

Genre - Smut

Word count - 3k 😭

Warnings - Mature Language, Sexual Themes, fembody, SwitchAnton, mentions of alcohol, footplay, cumplay, panty sniffing, receiving oral from both ends (in a car), anton is literally obsessed, jakesim is a vv small character, hint of cheating at the end(iguess),

Summary - Anton decides to stay alone at his family's vacation home for summer break away from college. Deciding one day too head and swim at the community pool he meets you. Holding back the filthy urges he has throughout those two days he soon has a chance to have you...he finally can't hold back the dirty things he thinks of.

lil sequel

He decided to go to the family vacation house instead of spending his summer with his family, and what did that get him? Nothing. Anton was already bored and if he would've gone home, he could've been bothering his brother or even his mom. An average person would just take the shit they had unpacked, repacked, and went home but Anton refused. Looking on maps he tried to find anything that could become a staple for the summer till he went back to university. Cafe? he did not want it, Greek restaurant downtown? highly uninterested, Community pool? He could go for a swim. Looked like the pool was his destination.

Upon arrival, he paid the simple five-buck fee and walked in. He watched the lifeguards' changing spots so the recent ones could have a break he assumed. Placing his things down he peeled off his shirt before pausing, glancing a bit higher than face view he saw you, your bare back as you climbed up the ladder to sit in the signature strawberry red lifeguard chair. The sunscreen giving your skin glow, the matching red one piece you wore that showed your figure, the sunglasses you put on to hide your eyes from the sun allowed the uncomfortable look to leave your face, a simple anklet shining in the sun, and the gorgeous red that painted the most pretty feet he had ever seen. Letting out a sigh he caught himself and turned away before you could realize he was looking.

Diving into the water, he felt a small refresh in his skin from how hot it grew under the summer sun and from how he started to blush once looking at you. Swimming around he thought it would relax him, though he could not bear but look at you again. He could feel his body growing warm again; he did not understand why you suddenly had such a strong hold on him. Was it the fact he had not found any female appealing in a while? meaning he had not gotten laid in a couple of months? Was it just the stifling air messing with him? How does the sun make you look? He had no clue. He wanted you; he knew that.

He began questioning himself, why he was weak enough to think about you in such a way. How he wanted to taste the mix of your skin and sunscreen. Your pretty feet too just run against his now growing package, his cock. Oh god. Looking around he immediately reached for his towel and climbed out of the pool, he needed to leave if you were going to rest up there for a good while. He wished he could speak to you but had no courage to do so.

He rushed himself to the restroom while drying his hair, he almost felt anxiety creep in as he questioned if you found him weird or seen him watching you. Getting in the opening of the pool he saw the restrooms, walking that was he noticed the cubby wall for the workers to put their belongings. Looking around he saw the concession stand was not open, so no one was in there besides him and anyone who could be in the restrooms. He felt disgusted with himself, but his cock was begging for him to do so, no. No! He was not going to do such a thing.

"Are you wanting something from the stand?" Anton jumped only to feel his cock do the same when he turned to notice you "I noticed you've been standing here for a while". He nodded because no words could leave his lips, he took a whiff of your perfume as you walked by. The simple coconut perfume everyone uses smelt so different to you. Walking to the concession he looked around; he watched you up close now. Your breasts practically fell out of the one piece you wore.

"Uhm just a lemonade" he muttered before hearing you chuckle then grab it for him. "Your voice is so quiet" you respond before he watches you take the two dollars from him. Oh, your voice, your giggles, he was already hooked deep. He just smiled back and took the drink, watching you close the stand then head back to the pool area he gulped, turning back to the cubby wall he lost it "Fuck this.". Walking to it he noticed the perfume...the yellow beach-themed bottle with the water-blue words "Tropical Coconut.".

Once mumbling the words to himself, he snatched the bottle and tossed it in his towel's folds. Once wanting to walk away he then paused one last time, he wanted to take everything, but he could not bear to let himself do such a thing. Walking out he got in his car and left. His heart pumping out his chest, but his cock felt some relief that he had something of yours. The drive home was so peaceful yet the shameful pervert in Anton's head was not afraid to remind him, but it was too weak to change his mind.

He pulled at the bit of chapped skin on his lips, his throat dry as he stared at the lemonade and then back at the perfume that sat dead center in the middle of the coffee table. His cock still begging to be touched but his brain was still too busy whirling around in circles to even think about how much ache he was in. A filthy pervert. That is what he was or at least what he was trying to call himself instead of a genius for the fact that once he smelt this perfume and stroked his cock, he would not have a care in the world. Holding the bottle now in his hands he looked at the spray nozzle, spraying it above him he took another guilty whiff. The smell now stuck in his nose, he chuckled, this was not a guilty whiff, it was a pleasurable one.

He sprayed it everywhere, his pillows now drenched in the coconut scent, the kitchen, the hallway, everywhere! Even in the hit shower, it lingered enough for him to grow eager once again. His hands took his cock which caused a hitched sigh to leave him. He chuckled once again at how he finally was going to get relief. He was going to paint the shower walls.

Stroking his length, he felt a tingle run down his spine, closing his eyes he let his imagination run wild "Oh baby~ that's it.". Moans after moans leaving him as his wrist allowed him to pick up the pace. His hips stuttered as he fucked his hand. "I-I'm going to cum..Shit I'm going to cum!". A whine left him with each rope of cum that left his cock.

He thought that was the end but smelling it on his sheets could not help but go repeatedly. Loud moans echoing his room at how sensitive he got from overstimulation. Wiping the cum from his stomach he sighed "You return the perfume tomorrow then she won't know a thing.". He had to repeat this in his head before falling asleep. He was not going to let his cock rule out his mind.

He wished doing such a thing was just as easy as speaking it, he once again faced to face with your cubby. Staring at where your stuff was yesterday, where were your things? For some reason he began to panic, he had to deeply think if he left it there would you think he took it? surely not. You'd think someone just borrowed it or lost it. Placing it in the empty cubby, he immediately turned on his heels and walked to the pool area.

He felt a shocking pain between his legs as he bumped into someone, looking up that tingle from his dick was now satisfactory to him. It was you, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention!". look at you, so sweet looking while panicking. Holding himself together he nodded "I-It's okay, just a simple accident" He added before looking at the tote bag that struck him. He had to hold himself together and pretend he didn't want to beg for you to do it again.

"If you were going to the pool, they closed it because a kid got sick" you informed him causing him to nod "You could come with us though, we're going to the lake not too far from here". He couldn't lie, he was incredibly grateful for your friend and what he assumed you thought was her blabbering mouth. Seeing how you weren't too fond of this he felt bad at how needy he was for you and agreed. "Great just follow us." Fuck this was it.

Anton was now quaking once he got in his car and followed you, he was now going to see you in your comfort and relaxation which didn't seem like much but for him, it was fucking exciting. Once you park, he notices it was a small get-together with friends, and two guys who were already there were pulling the alcohol out of their trunks. Once again though, for Anton, they weren't the main priority. You were his only goal, no matter what it was going to involve you. Getting out he followed you and introduced himself to the others.

Immediately one person wasn't fond of him, Jake. Jake also was trying to get in your pants; Anton was far from intimidated though. If it was between him and Jake, then so be it. He wasn't going to lose when the prize was to swoon you over. "So, are you still going to be soft-spoken?" you chuckled making Anton smile "I'll try my hardest not to, hopefully, the alcohol will make me a bit louder.".

Grabbing a beer from the cooler he saw you smile "I can make you loud if I have to" you whispered before taking a beer yourself. Anton was stuck by your words, once again he was growing warm. If only you knew how much you had affected him. Taking a huge gulp of his beer he then sat next to you "You really think so?" he smirked. "I know so.".

The night went on and Anton could feel the tension between the two of you, the multiple beers you had before sharing a bottle was enough for him to get louder and more courageous for you. He could see on your face that you were enjoying him too. "So, do you stay around here?" the question caught him off guard a bit, Were you that curious about him? Was it a sign that you wanted to go home with him? "Yeah, I'm about ten minutes from here".

He watched your eyes widen a little before biting your bottom lip. Fuck, you looked so sexy when you did that. "Maybe we should ditch?" his breath hitched at your words. Nodding at what you said he then got up from the picnic table and took your hand. The others were too busy drinking more that they almost didn't notice you two lefts till Anton got the view of seeing Jake pissed. Anton couldn't wipe the smirk off his face.

"Do you live down here or just for the summer?" you asked as Anton responded with a nod "Yeah, just for the summer. My family has a vacation home down here, so I've been staying here.". He watched you nod as you listened to him, or at least he was. It wasn't until you ran your hand over his thigh "You seem like a sweet boy Anton...kind of wished I would've known you sooner." "You shouldn't let that stop you though, it's only the second day of summer and I could be yours all season if you want.". He meant that and he made it clear as he glanced at you one last time waiting for a response.

"Yeah? You'd be my all summer? I could do what I want with you?". Anton nodded at every question that left your lips, a shiver running down his spine at your tone. The way you talked to him like a lost dog was enough to put him in shambles. That cute giggle left your lips as your hand was now placed on his growing bulge. "I don't know. You don't seem needy enough.

Those words were enough for him to pull the car over, which caused you to glance at him like he was insane. Turning to you, he let out a shaky sigh, his eyes now glistening a little from needy tears "You don't understand how bad I want you, you don't know how much I've craved you since I watched you yesterday...I would throw all of my manhood out the door if that meant you'd touch me and treat me like your filthy mutt." This left you in slight shock and he could tell but didn't care. Taking your hand, he forced it to grip his semi-hard cock. "Please...I'll bet my life away.".

He watched a smirk form on your lips before you leaned closer, running your lips against him he whimpered trying to lean in for a kiss. "If I knew you wanted me that bad, I would've fucked you then and there". "So, make up for it.". Now you both were in shambles once you pulled his lips in for a kiss. His cock now twitched in his swim shorts.

Pulling away you chuckled against his lips before placing your finger at the corner of his mouth to try and wipe the lip gloss off, it being no use once he took your fingers into his mouth sucking on them while more moans left him. "I bet you love this. Knowing you're sucking the fingers that I fuck myself with." Anton immediately nodded as saliva now ran down the corner of his mouth. pulling your finger away you licked it up before pulling him back in for a kiss. Holding your leg, he brought your foot up to his clothed cock, a small whine leaving him "Please rub my cock~". The closest thing you had ever seen, you couldn't help but oblige.

"My feet too? you must love everything about me" You chuckled only to see him nod eagerly. Using your hand to pull down his swim shorts you placed your barefoot back on his cock, the precum being smeared with each movement you made. Licking the fingers he was once sucking on you watched him lean back in the seat, brows knitted together, and fingers laced in your anklet before placing a small kiss on your knee. "I-I think I might cum.." Chuckling at his breathless moans I pulled my foot away. "Lick it up" you added showing him the precum on your foot, and he followed exactly what you asked.

Licking up his precum he then kissed your ankle before you pulled away to crawl into the backseat. Your pussy dripping at how eager he was to follow behind you. Letting him sit you then pumped his cock "You want to cum? Hmm? You should cum down my throat. Would you like that baby?". Biting his bottom lip, he pulled you into a kiss while nodding "Mhm~ please let me cum~". You nodded before taking him into your mouth.

"Oh shit!" a huff of air left him as you felt him run his hand down your back and slip into your bottoms. You felt his slick fingers run against your anus; he must have licked them. You couldn't help but moan around his cock once feeling him push two fingers in your tight hole. "Anton~" Oh god you were moaning for him, moaning for his fingers to fuck you. Anton was already getting fuzzyheaded at your moans let alone your warm mouth take all of him.

His hips shuttered causing him to try and apologize but it was no use feeling the cushion of your throat against his begging tip. His stomach tightened, his breathing was uneven, his cock twitched from how much he was holding back. Anton knew he was going to cum at any moment. His eyes rolled back "D-don't move! Oh god!". the whine being the last spoken word before he filled your throat with cum and his bottom lip shivering with every breath he took.

Pulling away he watched you swallow it before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of his cum and your salvia now sending him into overdrive. Removing his fingers he moved your bottoms to the side "Lay down...". He leaned closer to your pussy, a sigh leaving him as he felt the warm creamy substance swimming through your slit. Looking up at you he smirks before licking his finger only after smelling your sweetness. He was going to devour you finally.

A gasp left' you once you felt his warm tongue against your clit, his soft eyes looking up at you while doing such sinful acts. He wanted you to know that he was here to please you and that anything you wanted he would easily do. Your fingers ran through his dark hair, tugging with each quick lap of his tongue. "Just like that... you're doing s-so good..." you sighed watching the windows fog as you tilted your head back feeling his tongue swirl around your clit. You felt a sigh leave him which only made you shiver due to his warm breath running up your soaked slit.

"Please cum on my tongue, please, please~" you couldn't hold back much longer hearing his begs for your release, gripping his hair tighter and practically pulling on it you felt your stomach drop and your release rush from you. You could hear every whimper, whine, and slurp from Anton as he licked you clean. Gasping you slowly began catching your breath as you watched him lick his lips clean with a smile "Feel good?". The confidence on his face only made you drip more as you nodded. "Best I've had" Now this had Anton blushing extremely.

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The summer went by in a flash, Anton was growing eager to come down to his last week and still not being able to be inside your pussy. He'd text you every night praising you more than any man has ever done, but when Anton came to the pool there was just no courage to speak to him. You could easily say the alcohol helped by getting you both comfortable but at the same time drifted you apart once the alcohol was sucked up and put behind the two of you. You could tell it was killing him inside when you acted like what happened didn't at all. He wasn't going to stand for it.

Waiting for you to close the pool for the day you turned to see him leaning against his car, trying to walk past him you failed as he stepped in front of you "Did I do something wrong? I didn't push you, did I?". You didn't answer and just looked at your feet before backing up at him "That's not it at all I just...It's an awkward situation at the moment.". "How is it awkward? We had oral sex, exchanged numbers, and still text like normal," Anton added while following you to your car, it was no use as he watched you just start the engine and drive off. He was fuming, he felt like he just wasted his time. Getting in his car he went back to his place.

The rest of the week he was packing his things and pulling his hair out at the fact that he didn't know what went wrong. He also expected that once he tasted you that would be it but no, it was far from finished on his end. Putting the last few things in his bag he knew he was going to see you again; he could feel it. It was a gut feeling he knew he couldn't run away from. He wasn't going to run away either.

Putting the last shirt away in his suitcase we looked at the swimsuit bottoms you had worn, he washed them and kept them for himself because you agreed he could. Taking them in his hold he sighed before smelling your scent on them still, he chuckled at how mind-boggling it was that was still possible. "I'll never get over your smell". Whispering those few words to himself he then zipped his bag up. Leaving the house he began his drive back to campus.

Arriving, he was getting a new dormmate, not that it mattered, but he was intrigued. "You are again.", Anton turned to see Jake bringing his things in, rolling his eyes at Jake he went back to unpacking "Awe are you hurt that she left you behind?". Anton turned to him "She didn't leave me behind". Jake chuckled "But she did, Anton hates to spill the news so quickly but she came back with me...She's mine. Anton chuckled "Just because she came back with you doesn't mean she's yours.".

Anton had no care what Jake had to say because as Jake was blabbering, he got a text from you. A text that made it truly clear who you wanted, and it was him. Anton knew you'd miss him too much just like he missed you. Jake may think he won but like Anton kept telling himself...When it came to you, he was always going to win.

I'm in town, you should come by my roommate's place, she's gone.

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rusmii · 6 months

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my new assistant!

ෆ : hanako!dazai x nene!reader(fem.)

syp ෆ your ghost summoning doesn't quite go to plan...

cw ෆ ghosts(dazai), no mentions of suicide surprisingly, reiteration of half of the 1st ep but with you and dazai, bi reader lol

notes ෆ i love me the tbhk universe so i bring you guys whatever this is. should I do ep.2??? (THIS WAS RAN ON QUEUED AND NOT PROOFREAD!! expect spelling errors)

guys I keep disappearing from the tags..

"hey c'mere! have you heard the rumors about the schools seven wonders? well, there's one in particular. the seventh of the seven wonders. dazai the bathroom ghost. they say that he's taken on a human girl as his assistant."

"ughhnn," you groan. bathroom cleaning yesterday. bathroom cleaning today. bathroom cleaning tomorrow. scrubbing, scrubbing, and more scrubbing!

"you can do it, [name]!!" dazai cheers from behind you. "a little help, please!" you cry out. "nope!~" he grins from ear to ear as he disappears into his stall. "screw you!!" you scream, throwing the mop aside as you wailed.

"hey, c'mere! have you heard the rumors about the schools' seven wonders? you really haven't? oh my gosh! well, where do i start? I'll tell you the most famous one first. it's the seventh of the seven wonders, dazai, the bathroom ghost. she's on the third floor of the old building, in the third stall in the girl's bathroom. you can go there and summon her right now if you want. she'll grant you any wish, no matter what it is. but she'll take something precious from you in exchange. and you won't know what it is until it's too late."

you stood by the opening of the old buildings' bathroom, hands clutched tightly into your chest as you breathed anxiously. the interior of the bathroom standing wide and spacious, despite its narrow look.

you creaked slowly past the red stalls, each peeling from the worn-out paint. you sucked in a breath as you stretched out your arm, hand ready to knock on the stall door.

"to call her, knock three times."

knocking three times, the pliant wood echoed.

"and then say..."

"dazai! dazai? dazai, are you in there?" you stood, heart beat rapidly increasing as the sunset glooms through the stained window.

you held your palms together, head down as you shut your eyes. awaiting for what's to come as the door creaks open. you quiver in your uniform, the tension of it all made you sweatdrop.

slowly cracking open your eyes, you see the door slightly ajar. it's golden round knob staring right back at you. you trailed your eyes down to where the fingers appeared and froze in place as it gripped the edge of the stall.

it's voice sending alarms in your brains as you whimpered and looked away.

"hellooo~" its ghostly voice bounced inside the room— the door now swinging open. you opened an eye to see nothing but a toilet seat.

just when you breathed a relieved sigh, a hand ghosted over your shoulder as it made its presence known behind you. "okay. hearing things?-" — "you summoned me?"

you jumped back, and without another word, launched your hands into it. screaming when you saw that your hands went through its face. "no!" you ducked, covering your head as the spirit floats next to you.

"pfft-" a snort, then an onslaught of ugly cackles erupted.

'that sounds like a boy,' you thought, opening your eyes to view the ghost. without even realizing it, the spirit had floated around you and crouched down to your level. "what's the matter with you?~" it sneaks into your ear. — "wah!" you flinched and jumped up, scrambling back till your back hit the wall.

your face was just as pale as his was, 'i can see right through him..!'. you were damn near about to bite your nails off as you observed his appearance. such an old uniform—those look like arms!— "are you a ghost?" you asked him, fear in your tone.

his smile made you nervous, "i prefer... apparition," he says as he flies over to his toilet seat, sitting on top of the tanks lid. "or the seventh of the seven wonders of the school. dazai, the bathroom ghost!" he had one leg up, a cheek resting on one arm as he introduced himself.

now holding his cap, he smiles, big. "i'm delighted to meet you~."

"wait- are you saying that you're dazai?" you asked, in huge disbelief that this twink looking guy was dazai. the girl in the bathroom. not a boy!

"yeah! you rang?" he gave you two piece signs, swinging a leg up while he was at it. "i'm not stupid!" you yell, fists in a tight clench as he held his strikingly weird pose. "and where's your bob haircut and red jump skirt?!"

"well, uh. that's not really the look i'm into these days!" his piece sign pose never ending. "these days?!" you screeched. "anyway.. mind telling me who you are?" he asks you, "i don't understand. you look like a boy..." an unwarranted comment, but dazai decides to answer nonetheless.

"that's because i am a boy. believe me, i'm just as bothered about that inaccuracy as you are," he shrugs his shoulders, "but the rest of what you've heard is true."

a white floating ball came into his hand, "i will grant your wish and collect a payment that i see fit."

"so what is your wish? please don't tell me you came here unprepared.." — "why are you in here?" you ask, completely ignoring his question in favor of shock. "what kind of pervy ghost chooses to hunt the girls' bathroom?"

a moment of silence, and dazai suddenly teleports back into his stall. "okaaay.. we're done," he moped. in a panic, you took back what you said, "i take it back! you can hunt any bathroom you'd like!- and i think that it's cool that you're a boy!"

dazai stopped in his tracks, "you think i'm cool??" it was like flipping a light switch. suddenly dazai had a notepad and a pencil, ready to jot down anything you say. "in that case, tell me your name and what is it you wish."

'he got over that fast...' you sweatdropped. you raised your hand as you happily announced yourself, "my name is [name], and i'm a first year in class A! my wish is that the person i'm crushing on will like me back as much as i like them."

"...[name], got it," dazai whispers as he writes down your name, along with the word love written next to it. "and you're asking for your love to be returned? what's the guys name?"

you pulled out your phone to show him a picture, "everybody calls her kouyou. she's a second year and way smart. she's that girl who's so cool but still nice to everyone," you explained. "a her, huh?" dazai noted.

"one time, i dropped my pencil case, and she picked it up for me!" you swoon. "i see~" dazai stares at your phone, with an interesting look on his face. "easy enough!" he claps, "consider your wish granted!"

"are you serious?!" you lit up. "wait, how does the wish grant thing work from the toilet stall? do you use a special item or something?" — "i do," dazai starts digging into his pockets. "the one i carry works wonders!"

you eagerly waited for him to pull out his special item, "will you show it to me!?" — dazai let out a little giggle before pulling out a worn-out old 100 methods of love: this is love edition, "voila."

a damn how-to-book.

you put your palm facing forward and shook your head, "nu-uh." — "eh- hear me out!"

dazai sat himself on the windows ledge, "if i use my power to help you, we'll have to do an equivalent exchange," he waves the book around. "and if i'm making a human heart- do something that's not natural, the price is going to reflect that."

you stare at the waving book, "trust me, this is much safer," he finishes. "hold on," your brows furrowed, "what if i'm okay with any price?"

"oh? are you?"

he threw the book aside and started flapping his arms, "i'd say sorry! i don't have tools that advanced!~" — "you were bluffing?!"

you stood in thought, 'but.. maybe i should try..?- i mean, he's a ghost who grants wishes. he must know some tricks!- i can't be the first person to ask for help in the love department!!'

oblivious to your high hopes, dazai reads aloud, "method number 78. find creative ways to impress him with your skills." dazai shuts the book and turns to you, "let's show you off! what are your talents?"

time passed, and you two were out in the garden. "where are we?" dazai asks. "the best place i could think of to show what i can do, the schools student garden!"

you huffed as you plowed the soil. "i'm the garden club superstar!-" dazai looms at the sight of dirt, "-why are you looking at me like that?! i can grow flowers too, y'know!- i'm feminine and delicate!!!"

the trees move as the wind whisks past them, the sun never fully setting just yet.

"that's why i joined." as the wind blows behind you, the strands of your hair framing your face. your head was leaned atop the tool, your voice nice and calm than what it was earlier. "a boy i once liked said he was only attracted to girly girls, and i noticed there were lots of them in the gardening club."

dazai stayed quiet, "i was also learning how to cook and sew at the same time. figured once i mastered all three skills, i'd tell him how i felt."

a leaf blew by.

"how long did you like him?" dazai finally pops a question in. "since right after i started junior high.. i only told him how i felt last month- it took me three years to do it, but.."

the paper bag you clutched tightly to your chest was feeling heavier than usual, and your uniform tightened as your heart raced.

"hold on-" the guy in front of you says, his undoubtedly awkward smile looking down on you. "-you're saying you like me? do i even know you?" what came out as a rejection, turned into a mean compilation of words.

you were shocked to the core, "creepy.. sorry you're just not my type." he shrugged his shoulders, "i'm not into thick daikon legs."

daikon legs... daikon.. daikon......

you shoved your face into your palms, "that was a month ago!- i'm completely over it, and i'm a completely different person now!!" — dazai didn't believe a single word that came out of your muffled mouth, "i don't believe you." — "well, you should!!!"

"i'm totally obsessed over someone else now," you say, "once that guy sees that someone like kouyou loves back, he'll regret ever turning me down."

"is that so?" peeking through your hands, you see dazai smiling at you. "so, anyone to do?" — "huh..?- no, mr. smarty pants. i want kouyou! don't pull any funny stuff." you wave him off.

dazai finger points you, "are you sure?~ because something tells me you don't know very much about this girl." — "yes i do..." — "then answer this question. what's her full name?"

a stretch of silence came across the garden. "oh! look how big this worm is! bet mr. carp would like to eat that!" — "that's what i thought," he sighed.

he handed you a blank tag gift, "here."

"a blank tag gift?" you questioned, "yep," he replied, doing that stupid two piece pose again. "write a sweet message! then give it to your girl with something you grew!~ i call this move, operation present!"

"creative title..." you mutter. "i tried things like this before. i need magic!-" — "-you haven't tried exactly this on this day, have you?" well, you couldn't really argue with that.

dazai makes a heart with his fingers around his eye, looking straight at you. "make the most of what you have now," his view of you encased in a heart, "let your hard work work for you..~"

©CHURUAI ;;; don't steal, plagiarize, or repost my works

rbs and comments appreciated <3<3

#guys why does anime have so much dialogue #didnt finish writing the rest of the ep cause i got lazy #chuuya fic coming out soon; might be shorter than this #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡

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maiden-of-rats · 5 months

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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Story??(Eyeless Jack)

DISCLAIMERS!!!:

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(You are exploring abandoned buildings for your youtube series ;also, I’m listening to house of 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie, if that adds to the experience) Also what he looks like in my head-cannons (Without mask and very quick 12 am doodle)⬇

Click! The green light on your camera begins to blink, signaling that you are filming. You shuffle around in the leaves to get in view, zip up your coat and gently wave at the camera.

“Hey guys! I know it’s been awhile since I last filmed but there have been quite a few brutal animal attacks in the area …. And I wanted to wait till that died down before I came all this way.”

“So getting off that topic, Hey everyone! I’m currently about two miles away from the main road exploring this beautiful house built in 1924! Abandoned in 1994 for unknown reasons… maybe we will find it when we head in?”

You make your way to the decaying front porch, camera now in hand.The exterior is in relatively good condition for being abandoned for 30 years. The only flaws being the sad porch, a lack of front door, paint peeling and a cracked widow on the second story.

“Alright enough stalling, I’m heading in!”

You carefully make your way on the porch making sure there is minimal falling through . Making your way in the house, noticing the door was not missing but simply was on the floor. The area was oddly quiet, but you did not think much of it due to the video.

“Oh! There's the- God, it stinks… uh, god, wow, well, I guess something gone and died in here… I don’t think I want to do this anymore”

You recall the 12 cases of horrid mawlings, the questionable photos. Mixing with the smell, you could die at this point. Leaning towards the wall, gagging on the stench of rotten flesh. Till you hear something on the second floor. You for some reason must be the dumb girl in the slashers and investigate for the video of course. You stand back up straight, covering your nose and make your way through the debris.

“Ya’ll better be glad I love you all.”

You step over all the gunk that is carelessly decorating the floor.

“God, I hate this”

Luckly or unluckly the stairs were straight from the door. The stairs seemed to squeal at every movement.

“I hope this doesn’t kill me”

The closer you got to the top the more ghastly the smell got. The higher you went the more apparent that the house was indeed furnished with blackened blood. The noises ceased.

At the top there is a short hallway that seems to lead to two small bedrooms. The blood trail leading to the one on the left.

“I really hope it’s a racoon or something…”

You managed to quietly make your way to the door and peek through the door.

“ Oh my god, what the actual-” You mumble.

Through the crack of the door you seem to see a man. He was in all black, facing away from you hunkered over a decaying deer corpse.

You begin to hyperventilate.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, what the fuck.” You begin to whispershout.

He stands up and grabs what seems to be a blue mask.

“HOLY SHIT!”

You drop your camera. Stand in shock then frantically try to run.

“God, Fuck, Why do I do stupid shit for 114 subscribers?”

He manages to grab you, causing you to fall down the stairs. Then proceeds to drag you up the stairs to the room with deer.

Panting as you lie there on the floor, fearing. Him standing over you, motionless and silent.

“Please, please”

You begin to cry. You are sure this is the end, laying on the floor with a masked man hovering over you covered in rotten deer.

“ Please, I’ll never come back, I swear, please”

(I realize now that this will need a part 2, So comment if your interested)

#slasher fucker #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #horror aesthetic #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #ben drowned x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyelessjack x y/n #eyeless jack #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art

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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Shower Sex || Utakata x reader

A/n : Prompt 19 of the Smutember 2023 ( It has been so long I wanted to write this 😍 )

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, mention of morning wood, hand job male!receiver, shower sex, wall sex, kinda rough sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 890

He usually wasn't the one to fool around when he got his daily training to do. And it bothered the heck out of you when you wanted to share a moment of intimacy with him in the morning. He’d always get out of bed discreetly in the morning, after giving your forehead a quick kiss, before going to run some miles and strengthen his skills. He couldn't say that he didn’t think about it some mornings when his hard morning wood pressed against the fabric of his usual attire. Maybe staying just one morning couldn't hurt right ? But each time he wanted to give in he couldn't shake the unease with the idea of his training. What if something happened and he wasn't enough to protect you ? What if you got hurt because he decided to miss his training to… have sex.

His face blushed today as every other day when he longed to be one with you first thing in the morning. Reluctantly he left to train with the idea of coming back home later to take a good shower and maybe, just maybe relieve the tension that had built up in his body. Little did he know that you too had a little something to say about this.

Eventually he got home after 3 hours of training and doing whatever was needed for him to get stronger, in the forest. His bare feet padded across the wooden floor as he headed towards the shower. Once there he undressed before standing under the warm stream of water that had already started to cover the mirrors in mist. He was surprised about the persistence of his hardness that didn’t waver the whole morning.

But he got even more surprised when he heard you enter the shower “Erm… I’m already inside” he said in his usual tone, despite being flustered.

“Oh I know this. That’s in fact exactly why I’m here” you mused as you walked closer, slowly peeling the clothes off your skin. Once you were completely bare - and because you knew he didn’t mind it - you grabbed the curtain and pulled it open, revealing your nakedness to his already aroused mind.

“Y/n- what are you-” but he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence that you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long and passionate kiss. As his already wet body pressed against yours, it left no doubt that he was ready for whatever was to come. Your hands trailed down across his well sculpted chest until your fingers found their way to his hardened member. He gasped in your mouth as he unconsciously pressed his hips into your palm. Gosh he loved when you cupped him like that.

You gave him some firm and confident strokes, knowing exactly what felt good to him, until he urged you to stop “P-please ghh I don’t want to… to finish in your hand” Hell no he wanted to come deep inside you and paint your walls with his seed, but he was way too composed and reserved to say that.

He then took charge and turned you so that you were facing the wall. He swiftly entered you from behind, groaning at how tight and wet you were. You are so addictive once he is inside you and till this day he wonders how he manages to stay composed and go train when he can just fuck you the whole morning right after you woke up.

His hands grips the bar of the door as he pressed you harder against the wall as he pounds into you. Your screams and lewd noises echo in the whole tiled room. He knows from your whimpering that you wanted this really bad and that he should think more about indulging in this kind of routine more often than not “I… love… you… ahhh” he moaned, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear, as he emphasizes his words with even more powerful thrusts. He is really close. And so are you.

Before you both can even see it coming you fall over the edge, as you climax in unisson. His mouth eagerly finds yours as his cock pulses and shoots white ropes of pleasure inside you. His tongue is soft and languid against yours as if he poured every last bit of strength in his last thrusts.

“From now on…” he breathed in “I want to have you everyday at 8 am in this shower. Call it a part of our daily training ?” he asked, faking some kind of self-confidence he didn’t particularly have in this field, but you could detecte some mischief as well.

“Alright then. How can I refuse such an offer ?” you said, as your body slumped back against his caring arms. He kissed your forehead lovingly as he spoke again “I’ll never pass on those precious moments with you anymore” he stated genuinely.

And you didn’t know it was the way his arms clung around your or if it was the determined tone in his voice, but you didn’t need him to repeat himself, you knew he meant it from the depth of his heart. These moments of intimacy were precious and from now on he wasn't going to trade them for anything in the world.

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #utakata #utakata imagine #utakata x reader #utakata smut #smutember 2023 #smut #miri-writes

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six-white-venus · 5 months

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if you ever see him, there is just one thing you would like to ask him:

how do i forgive?

because you've been trying, lord knows you have. it's been a year. he never loved you. it's as easy as that. why can't it be as easy as that?

you recently came across a letter you wrote him after he left, one where you're begging him to come back. you tore the paper copy into shreds a long time ago, but this one must have escaped your notice. you remember his response to the message. a thumbs-up emoji.

"whose name will i call, a thousand times over?" it said, "who will I call my love, my love, my love- exasperated, scandalised, laughing? who will I call?"

it's been a year and you know the answer to that question, more or less. no one. you will call no one. you will sit and stare at the paint peeling off your wall, that ugly, powdery blue that has started making your skin crawl. you will sit on the cold kitchen floor till your mom pulls you to your feet and brings you tea. you will call no one. you will make yourself forget.

except, it's not that easy.

he pops up in every mundane aspect of your life. the other day you found a keychain you bought him a month before his birthday, a month before he left you. you give it to someone else because why waste money? it's not like he lives in it.

(but he does, he does, he does.)

he is dating someone you used to know. you don't care. you want to throw up. you just want to ask: how do I forget?

a friend recently asked you, "do you think you had a savior complex, when it came to him?" you said you didn't, but maybe that's not the whole truth. maybe you did have some sort of twisted need to save him in every single way possible just so that he'll love you.

i would help you stitch yourself up. i swear i won't scream when you gut me like a fish. i will feed you soup and keep you warm. i won't sob when you knock my portion to the floor. you bleed. i do, too. no, you're right. i don't bleed as you do. I'll never understand. i am so sorry. i love you. do you love me?

after a week, you receive two texts:

lol kys ily <3

you are so happy you could sob.

he does none of this now, apparently. he smiles instead of smirking. he cradles things. he tends to wounds. he calls her baby. he says, "I love you so much." the whole thing, all spelled out. how crazy is that?

and you just want to ask: how do I stop caring?

he always held you between his teeth. there was nothing gentle about it. the bite marks on the back of your neck still hurt and you could swear it still bleeds. your mom says you're imagining it. you must be.

but here's the thing! you have people who hold you in their arms now. they are so gentle, so careful with you. you didn't cry, not once, under the clutch of his canines but now in their arms, all you do is cry. it's so strange. and you really are happy. it's so much better than what it used to be. you wake up and he's not the first thing you think of, not anymore. you dream that he apologises to you (you forgive him every single time). you go to therapy. you don't remember the last time you cried over him. you are loved, but not by him. you never were.

it doesn't matter, because you know what love feels like now. it is popcorn and nacho cheddar cheese seasoning and mutton curry. it tastes like tea and chips in an orange package and instant noodles you made with your best friend the day before she left for college. you know love now. you know happiness.

but in moments like these, you can't stop yourself from thinking that if you see him again, you would like to ask him one last thing:

how do you stop missing being held between one's teeth?

#my writing #prose poetry #words #writeblr #heartbreak #how does one move on when there was never a proper end?#when there wasn't even a beginning?#inspired by that one inkskinned poem

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forekast · 2 years

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Nsfw

18+ ONLY

Vampire Bakugo x FemReader

WARNINGS: NSFW Age gap( reader is 18+ bakugo is over 1000) FINGERING, CUNNILINGUS, VAGINAL SEX, BLOOD, BITING, DUBCON, NONCON, SLIGHT DEGRADATION.

summary:( With the sweetest scent of blood running in your familytree in a world full of vampires, you find yourself locked away hidden from the world for your own safety. That is till your luck runs out and you find yourself in the middle of a terrifying? Vampire’s territory.)

{my first write so sorry if it’s bad }

Pt 1

It was a cool summer evening, the warm purple sunset causing your skin to glisten in the sun. You knew you weren’t supposed to be more than 100 yards away from that old vegetated brick house that constantly smelled of roasting apples, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the ambience of the blue birds singing and the chirping that came from the wild animals that hid in the depths of the tall dark forest. The forest was at the foot of a waved coastline with sparkly pink sand and white glistening rocks that almost looked like mirrors . You couldnt help but pretend that the distorted reflections coming from the rocks, were friends you’d would talk to when you felt lonely. And you felt lonely most of the time after all you only had your callous grandpa to look after you, your grandfather was never the same after the attack on the village and the loss of your family nothing was the same. Once the sun faded away and the stars came out to reflect upon the ocean, a very faint large figure stood tall in the corner of your eye. Out of curiosity you climb down the ragged hill you were resting upon, slipping down carefully you inevitably got dirt on the silky white dress you had just taken 3 months to make. You only had a small lantern to guide you through the thick darkness caused by the abnormally large trees that towered over you, your vision was blocked off and the moon was nowhere to be seen you weren’t sure you were even heading the right direction anymore. The eerie quietness also set you off, usually the forest floor was bursting with noises but the further you walked the more you could only hear the squelched steps coming from your walk on the muddy floor. After an hour of walking but to you felt like an endless wonder into the depths of darkness you stumble upon an old shed with no house to be seen, the trail must’ve been cut off from the years of dirt blowing in its path. The outside paint of the shed was peeled off but it seemed in good condition, the inside told a different story it was rotting from the inside out. Holes in the walls, decayed tools and frames and vegetation all over , you could smell something so pungent and strong it felt like it was attacking your insides making your ears ring like crazy so you decide it’s best to leave. Disappointed you wonder what it is you saw on top of the hill the shed was simply too small to be caught in the distance but you head back into the forest this time you hasten your pace. Unknowingly you wonder into the wrong direction and find yourself in front of a large wooden house. It looked as if someone had inhabited the house, everything was clean and there was even deer skins hanging on a rack. There was a river that hugged around the outskirts of the house and a tall stone well to go with it. You could smell the scent of dirt and blood on a rack near the rigged doorway, approaching slowly you peek to see if your senses are fooling you. Touching the skin to make sure, you rub the blood between your fingers in disbelief there was definitely someone nearby, suddenly you felt the air around you thicken and a hot and moist breath softly touched your warm skin giving you goosebumps. “That’s mine.”

A deep and husky voice that spoke so sensually in your ear making your knees weak as you slowly press your thighs together , you freeze at his words and your chest heaves up and down frantically trying to collect your words until you feel a warm breath take you in harshly, pressing against your neck and taking in your scent. You feel hot and heavy and trickles of sweat drip down your forehead and onto your cleavage, suddenly the warmth disappear and you feel the cool breeze hardening the beads of sweat on your neck. You quickly turn around eyes widened at the sight before you, a tall well built man with blonde hair his chiseled jawline making his grin even more intimidating. You were appreciating seeing another human other than your grandfather, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the way the moon made his sweat glisten on his well defined muscles. Staring at the way his bare chest moved up and down everytime he flexes looking him up and down until finally meeting up with his vermillion eyes gazing upon you. He frowns at you and takes a step back holding a large buck with a missing antler on his shoulders. “What are you doing here?” he spoke so condescendingly, making you step lowering your timid body back in fear. “I-“ “I-“ he frowns at you even more his gaze almost piercing through your somewhat innocent soul making you stumble on your words “I- I- was just lost b-but i’ve found my way back n-now so s-s-sorry.”

Instinctively you take off running but as soon as you take a step away you find yourself face to face with the man, he’s towering over you staring down like you were his prey his eyes were set and stern never looking away. He grabs you by the thin strap of your dress almost pulling your breasts from out of their designed place and forcefully pulls you inside dark the house. You fall down swiftly and quickly scoot away hugging your knees. Eyes never leaving you he puts the deer down placing his slender fingers on the knob as he locks the door. “You’re not leaving so don’t even try” Terrified by his words you cower down hugging your knees tighter with pleading eyes you beg. “Please let me go, i haven’t done anything i’m not ready to die yet.” Warm tears start pouring down your soft red cheeks and your eyes begin to swell, unbothered by your tears the man firmly walks over towards you. You flinch out of instinct but that doesn’t stop him from getting close, trying to create some distance you keep backing away until your back hits the framed wall and there’s nowhere to go. He’s now too close, a knee between your small plush legs and both arms at your curved sides, his forehead and fists clenching. It looked like he was trying to hold something back but couldn’t as he dipped his face into the crook of your neck his cold skin made your nipples erect as you let out a small gasp. He inhaled deeply and slowly his skin cold but his breath hot and moist as he lowers his cold lips unto your warm neck. You feel them softly tracing down till something very sharp graces your neck the fearful sensation fills your core again only to look down and see what you thought was a glimpse of a fang inside his glossy pink mouth. FANGS!!! you thought, you remember your grandfather always berating you about vampires, you always thought they were a fantasy and that your family had died in a fire instead. But oh were they real and you started to wonder could this be the same vampire that killed your family? Fear clouding your mind as tears began falling down those soft cheeks again. “Please don’t eat me, I swear I don’t taste good so please l-let me go please.” You cry and plead with glazed eyes desperate for an answer , he furrows his brows at you and dips his head back down to your neck, you struggle to push him off scratching and pushing at his stiff shoulders, but he doesn’t even budge a muscle. Your semi exposed chest heaving up and down dramatically as he begins to suck and pull on your delicate red skin teeth sinking in slowly sending shock waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. You jerk your body upwards unintentionally rubbing against his cold bare body and let out a small moan making him look up at you wide eyed, embarrassed you look away with flushed cheeks until he bites your neck and sinks himself fully into you pulling your body as close as possible to his. The sucking motion of his mouth on your neck sends pleasurable ripples through your body making your sweet panties soaked in your thick juices, pussy trembling and throbbing to be touched as you moan sweetly and harden your grip on the man’s shoulders. You begin to grind your hips up onto the man hoping to get some friction on your sensitive clit so you can chase your release. “F-Fuck” he groaned deeply into your neck as he felt your clothed wet pussy rub against him so nicely. After a bit of sucking making you lightheaded the man moves his focus to your breasts blood trickling down your neck reaching your hardened perked nipples, he licks the trickle of blood down your neck until he reaches your darkened areola. He began to gently squeeze your nipple between his fingers as he sucked vigorously on the other one like a baby who needed to be fed. You moaned louder massaging his coarse hair as he fondled and played with your breasts, his cock aching for some friction he starts rutting his hips into you relentlessly. He flips you over to lay on your stomach mounting your plush ass grinding his cock desperately, pre cum rubbing and dripping down your thighs.

He towers over your naked body burying his face into your bloody neck, reaching for your neglected breasts as he lifts up your dress over your head and leaves you laying in your pink soaked panties. Careless of your clothing he rips through your panties and begins rubbing your wet slit with his thick but slender fingers, groaning deeply into your neck as he drags your wet slick up and down your throbbing pussy. Desperate to feel your tight walls trapped around his thick cock the man yanks his pants down and palms his aching cock rubbing it up and down your wet folds using your warm slick to lube himself up. You can’t see his cock but you can feel the thick bulging muscle rubbing up and down your slit his veins giving a fiery sensation to your clit, you can only imagine the monster making you clench and tighten at the thought of him entering your tight virgin hole. ( you knew about sex your grandpa using the excuse “It’s just us to repopulate” trying to have his way with you but you never succumbed). Not being able to contain himself anymore he quickly plunged himself inside of you tearing you open so fast and shoving himself so deep inside of you. You cried out and clenched around him even tighter than before back arching pussy dripping in your thick juices just trying to take him in better to ease the sudden fullness inside you. “F-F-Fuck you’re so tight, taking me so damn well.” He groaned huskily into you ear shifting himself pushing his cold naked body against your warm back to get comfortable, getting himself further and all the way in

“nnngh” he moaned softly into your ear his hot breath and the feeling of him so deep inside your wet pussy, you moaned out loud to the feeling and gripped onto the sheets to help relieve tension you felt throughout your body. He began thrusting himself into you mercilessly, longing and so needy to be buried inside a tight wet cunt he couldn’t help but bruise into your hips only searching for his own pleasure at this point. Your walls clenched more and more around him as he hit deep into your cervix filling your womb with his fat cock, a belly bulge would sure be visible with how deep he is inside of you. His pace quickened as he bit into your neck again sucking and biting sending immense pleasure through your body, blood trickling down your breasts onto the stiff wooden floor along with your combined beads of sweat. you couldn’t help yourself from creaming on his cock so deliciously. He turned you onto your back and groaned quietly at the sight of the blood rolling down to your breasts he began palming them roughly still thrusting into you at a intense speed, the sounds of his cock slapping into your pussy and his hips against yours pushing your legs more and more upwards testing the limits of your flexibility, the sounds of his cock squelching in and out of your dripping hole, the heavy groans and moans and the hot panting that filled the air. He started to slow his pace still hitting your deepest spots with each thrust, tightening his grip on your bruised hips. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head as you felt your stomach tighten and your pussy clench down sucking him in so tightly as you released rings of cream all over the man’s cock.

He growled loudly in your ear “God you’re such a perfect slut.” as he quickened his pace riding you into overstimulation, vision blurry from being fucked into relentlessly you cream all over his cock over and over again he’s milking you for all your worth. His thrusts start becoming more erratic after you cream on his cock for the 5th time he can feel his release coming as you wrap your legs around him pulling his cock even deeper him slamming into your tight pussy hard enough to leave bruises. You feel his cock twitching inside you as he cums a full load deep into your overstimulated cunt still thrusting deeply riding out his release as you whimper softly

“Ahh F-Fuck” he grunts quietly into your ear. His cock still inside, you can feel the overflow of warm cum dripping out of your abused cunt, your legs twitching and numb. Just when you thought the pleasure train was over he suddenly thrusts into you harshly starting off with a quick pace making you cry out. “I thought you were done !” you said in a whiny voice. The man looks at you and presses his soft warm lips on your neck. “I’m not even close to finished yet.” But you couldn’t help but think to yourself “I don’t even know your name…..”

Like for Pt 2 <3

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sideblogformindtrash · 10 months

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Alright. A rebranded version of Orfeu, Farlan and Haru's part of the story. It's heavier than it was last time, and everyone's morals are worse. It will have more explicit content, as well. And I really don't know how much of it I'm up to writing, so let's just see how it goes.

CW: human pet; dehumanization; noncon; past and present; noncon alcohol use; BBU-adjacent;

It's not too explicit in this one, a bit more towards the end.

Farlan opened the door of the car for him. He smiled, the man knew how to be a gentleman when he wanted to.

Stepping outside in the gravel he took a moment to look at the house towering over them. He had been to houses like this one before, some lived in and some abandoned, each telling a story in their carved up stones.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like, once it was left neglected, with its foundation rotting and paint peeling off the walls and the memories of those who lived there once impregnated on the old cement like grooving smoke. He couldn’t help but wonder if someday a part of his own soul would be stuck within those walls. After all, Farlan said he could stay for a couple of months, as long as his dad was away.

“Do you like it?” Farlan asked, hooking a hand around his waist.

He smiled, throwing himself against the man’s chest, tip toeing to be able to kiss his cheek. He was so tall, and smelled so good. He knew he was a little fucked up from the times they had chatted a bit… but still was one of his preferred clients.

“It’s lovely” He winks, suggestively tracing up his back. Although he returns the affection, he doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Be honest. This ain’t you”

He giggles, glad he’s picked that up. Means at least he was paying attention to their conversations.

“...It 's too big. You know, houses are alive. It will rot and die and crumble and be filled with ghosts and we’ll all be stuck inside it forever. It will someday become a maw”

Farlan glances up at the house, furrowing his brow.

“That 's alright. I kind of already hate it”

Orfeu smiles. Sometimes it’s not the place itself, but the people inside it that turn a cozy home into a trap.

“Is it really okay for me to be here?”

“Yeah. Dad will be gone for a while. Business and all”

He smiles, swinging on his feet. It’s exciting, and honestly unexpected too.

Over the years, he’s worked his way up to richer and richer clients, till he had a pretty good list of them. They’d take him on travels who could never dream of paying for himself, or meet him at these lavish hotels. Never at their own home. Always a hidden, shameful secret.

Not that he was complaining. He’d be spoiled to the hell and back either way, all he had to do was have some class and give these fuckers some attention. At least Farlan didn’t seem ashamed of him.

After a last look at the house, Farlan gently pushes him towards the door.

“Let 's go in. It’s cold”

A smile creeps up his face when he sees the inside. It’s even more lavish than he could have expected, every wall and ceiling painted in rococo-like style, every corner filled up with details and golden furniture, the walls built in archways, spiraling staircase in old varnished wood, a golden hanging chandelier. There’s so many trinkets all around… he is sure they won’t miss it when he takes a few.

Well, and there’s a living ghost at the doorstep, white curly hair framing his face like a fallen snow, a perfectly practiced kneeling position, hands softly curved over his lap and a soft pleasant smile. His eyes have nothing but burning devotion.

“Is that your pet?”

…The reply is a twitch on Farlan’s face, as it stares down almost hatefully at the kneeling boy. What the pet could’ve done to deserve such anger he’d never understand, but Farlan had told him about the pet before.

He didn’t want it. He didn’t like them growing up, didn’t like hearing them scream, he didn’t want one now. Yet he was given one and now he just… Hated it. Except he learned to like the screaming.

Orfeu smiled and pretended that didn’t make him a little uncomfortable, but he had met his fair share of pets at this point. It was almost mandatory for his richer clients to have one, and not uncommon for them to want the pet to participate. At the end of the day, having absolute control over someone seemed like a common fetish among those circles, almost as much as being controlled. Even more so when the ‘partner’ was someone who couldn’t safeword out of it.

And Orfeu would just. Take a deep breath, swallow down his feelings and go along with it. What the fuck was he supposed to do anyway, other than just make sure to keep himself safe?

“He’s adorable” He smiles at the pet. He was infatuated with Farlan up to a second ago and now… Just staring at Orfeu with big scary eyes “May I…?”

He asked the pet, but it’s Farlan who answered.

“Go ahead. You two will become… very intimate anyway” Farlan nudges the pet with his foot. It's cue enough for the pet to lean forward and kiss his shoe “He’s a desperate little slut. He’ll get wet just from you looking his way”

The pet’s face goes red with shame, the softest mew under his breath, but there is some truth to that When Orfeu touches his head, he seems to melt, exhaling deeply and leaning into the touch so much, he’d fall if Orfeu took his hand away.

Makes him wonder how much conditioning that took.

“What is his name?”

“...Father calls him a songbird sometimes. Ain’t really that” he twists his nose in scorn, but the pet can’t see this time. He’s got his eyes closed, in heaven just from being petted.

“...You didn’t give him one?”

“He doesn’t need a name. He’s just my thing”

Orfeu smirks, gently pushing the pet back. It mews, sad as the hand is taken away, but he goes back to kneeling, like hands clasped on his lap.

“Well. Your thing. Like me?”

Farlan fixes up his glasses, glancing away and cleaning his throat. His face flushes a little bit.

“No. No. Not like you”

“...Oh love. Exactly like me. Kinda like you, too~”

There was an abyss between him and the pet, and an even larger one between the two of them and Farlan. But they were all the same dust in the end. They’d all lose a part of themselves in this house and be stuck in here forever, someday becoming ghosts made of smoke. And their lives, in the hands of the same uncaring god.

“Pet. Bring us wine” Farlan demands, just as a way to interrupt that discussion. The little thing away to fulfill the request “Let’s go up. I’m tired”

He follows close behind, noticing the way Farlan struggles up the stairs ignoring the elevator despite being clearly in pain. He’s pretty sure he left the cane on the car.

The pet joins them halfway, steps so light he barely notices till he’s right behind them, wine in hand, but not daring to run past his Master. He wonders what his name was before, and where he came from. If at some point in his life, he was held by loving arms, or was it all just misery and pain? Because he remembers being in a lot of pain himself, when he tried to sign away his own life.

Farlan groans, sitting on a big cozy armchair in the bedroom, and relaxing a little as he takes the weight out of his hips. The pet puts the wine on the table, and kneels by his side.

“Come on. Sit” He gestures to the other armchair. Orfeu considers just going on his lap instead, but Farlan seems to need a moment so he just obeys.

“That’s some fancy fucking wine” The label on the bottle says it’s a least eighty years old and imported. Truthfully, it is wasted on him. He couldn’t differentiate it from a cheap one anyway. Not that he’s complaining, as he swirls it around and makes a whole show of tasting the wine. It’s red and it’s sweet and that’s about all he can say. At least, Farlan seems amused by it.

“Shouldn’t he get some too?” He asks, glancing at the pet, kneeling quietly on the floor.

Farlan seems to ponder for a moment, then with a gesture, makes the pet crawl towards Orfeu. He kneels at his feet, eyes wide, having a harder time hiding his fear and anxiety now as Orfeu tilts his chin up and takes the cup to his lips. The pet takes an hesitant sip, a line of red dripping down his white skin.

From there, it is easy enough to finish off the bottle and then move into bed.

Farlan is brutal with the pet making it cry and whimper, the bed creaking under them. He leaves the pet’s light skin colored with purple bruises, makes him croak and whine and cry. He’s rough with Orfeu too, of course. But hey. Unlike the pet he likes it. And truly… he’d rather invite that attention all on himself.

He does what he can, eventually managing to shift Farlan’s attention, keeping the pet underneath himself, gently petting his hair.

At some point, they fall asleep together, in a messy, sweaty pile.

Farlan leaves early in the morning, mumbling something about being late for class, leaving an empty space in the middle of the bed.

Orfeu yawns, and pulls the pet towards him instead, letting it bury his head on his chest, falling asleep again.

tag: @whump-blog (im guessing you wanna tag-)

#whump #whump writing #pet whump #whorfeu #haru is bae #Farlan B)#orfeu and haru II

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BPP I have been thoroughly wrecked by Yoongi. HIS VOICE? HIS CHARISMA??

My god. He's been your bias since debut?! You're strong woman. How did you do it?? One concert and I'm ready to bear kids for him. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

/gen

Ask 2: I'm sorry!!! But look at this!!!! twitter com/sujimschim/status/1652517741226790913 looolll I think army's gonna be okay (pun intended lol) Sorry I think I'm having a post wlive high right now. lol Also did you hear about that insanely lucky army who got Yoongi video on their phone AND got to sit next to Jimin during the concert?! Like WOW. I'm amazed. Isn't that harder than the lottery?? lol Ok I'll really stop. Have a good night!!

Ask 3: A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD

Ask 4: Yoongi looks SO GOOD IN WHITE T WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAYYYYYYSSSSSS?!@#@!K?!@! THANK YOU JIMIN FOR SCOLDING YOOOONNNNGGGGIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Ask 5: I love how Yoongi sticks to his first iteration of Sorry for being cute choreo. That choreo is becoming a lore of its own. yoominforlife lol Also OMGGGG his concert haegeum performance is gonna be LIT. I personally really love the name of the song and all the word play that's hidden inside it

Ask 6: i want to fuck yoongi till the paint peels off the walls i need to suck his thick fat cock clean empty, gobble his midas balls till i gag and after that read him my deontological critique of neitzche's assertion that god is dead. because god is well and truly alive and i just sucked his balls dry. i was lost and stupid in the wilderness of my ignorance of his divine hotness. i doubted your mind for your esteemed love for him. i was foolish but he has made me a believer. i want to be shoooshed by yoongi. then fuck him till he blacks out. consensually.

sorry. pls don't hate me bpp yoongi just drives me so fucking insane.

Ask 7: D-Day tour setlist is INSANE. Banger after friggin baanger Bpp! Have you tried to rank Suga's songs before? All his solo songs too can you rank them Bpp?

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 2, your link. And yeah, that person was super lucky. 💜

I need to confess to y’all. I caved and got myself an earlier ticket. Usually, I buy my tickets for later in the tour to give myself time to calm down and adjust. I’d have spoiled the setlist for myself, listened to it ad infinitum till the lyrics were ingrained and my hormones were in equilibrium. But this time I couldn’t wait till the Cali dates, (still going). I had to see Yoongi tonight.

And Christ, I have ascended.

I know I will not be coherent, I’m already trying to self censor as I write , but I want to get this out here because many of you have sent me asks about him, some I know I can’t post ever, so I’m hoping someone else gets it whatever it is I’m tying to say.

…

Yoongi is so beautiful.

Yoongi is a rock star, and I mean that in a literal sense. He makes rock music, thinks like a rock star, and sings like a rock star. His live renditions of Amygdala are the perfect example of this. Pairing screamo rock in the chorus with the guitar solos in the outro, everything about Yoongi's vision for that song is centered around liberation, a value that's inherent to a rock star.

(Yes. That’s the objective correct answer.)

I laughed reading all your asks btw. (Anon in ask 6, I see you, I get you, and I don't judge you.) Ranking Agust D's songs is impossible for me. My personal taste is screamo rock and dirty trap or drill, I like songs with distinct percussion, lots of guitars, and/or distortion, voice cracks, autotune, etc. Artists like Nirvana, ONE OK ROCK, Kendrick Lamar, Twenty One Pilots, and Jimin give me bits and pieces of that sound, but no one in BTS knows how to scratch that itch for me better than Yoongi.

He’s just the right kind of insane to speak my language.

The duality that shimmers around Jimin like a mirage and is central to his magnetism, where you can’t be sure of who, what, exactly you’re looking at - man, woman, child, king, snake, panther, cat, metal, silk, fire, ice - all in one. That duality, lives in Yoongi’s music.

It’s elsewhere too, but it lives in his music. Even underneath all of that, he just makes some of the best music around.

That beat change at the end of Shadow? That's music tailor-made for me. Cypher Pt 3, AGUST D (the song), What Do You Think?, Trivia: Seesaw, the live performances of HUH?! and Amygdala are a revelation. All his music sounds perfectly made for me.

I honestly have no choice but to love him.

(I have no words when it comes to Yoongi.)

I won’t exactly rank his music here. I’ll discuss some of my favourites based on things like production, message, flow, feel, etc. Maybe.

Production

724148

This song is criminally underrated. I mean it's a crime more people aren't screaming from the rooftops about how crisp this track is. Listening to 724148 was the first time it really hit me how brilliant Yoongi is as a producer.

So Far Away ft Suran

You need to listen to this song on good speakers. It will change your life for the better. Do that, then come back here and tell me how you feel.

Burn It ft MAX

You know, when I heard the live performance of this song, I called a friend to help me re-calibrate my speakers. To recreate that feel. The production on the song is insane. Not to mention Yoongi's flow in the second verse.

Amygdala

The guitars are placed and layered perfectly. I love how forward the drums are in the mix. The autotune is one of my favourite things about it too. The entire song is perfect.

Daechwita

Am I the only person who hears the same static in the song intro that continues faintly in the foreground for the entirety of the song? As though you're entering a glitch. It's so sick. The main/central beat doesn't vary much, all the texture comes from Yoongi's adlibs. And he does an excellent job elevating it to something more.

(It truly embarrasses me that I cannot allow myself to talk about him. He’s that… much.)

Flow / Delivery

You've all seen me go on and on about Jimin's vocals. About how much Jimin's voice is the catalyst for ecstasy when I listen to BTS's music. But Yoongi's voice affects me just as strongly, if not more, in a very different way.

I’m a sucker for the kitten. That insane high pitched thing he does drives me to the limits of my sanity. But he’s also a natural baritone. A nasty one at that. You can hear it in the music he makes. And that’s my kryptonite.

Have you listened to HUH?! Like, really listened to it? Do you hear his flow from 1:08 - 1:15?

youtube

Do you hear how disgusting this brat is?

Fuck.

Let’s just move on.

Some favourites where his flow, delivery, switch-ups, is frankly ridiculous:

Shadow

Burn It ft. MAX

AGUST D

HUH?! ft j-hope

Cypher Pt. 3

Aside, the instrumental of this track, along with Cypher Pt. 4, Dionysus trap remix, Danger MMA 2019 version, and We Are Bulletproof Eternal, is incredible.

Feel

Honsool

Making a list based on pure vibes, Honsool has to show up. Yoongi captured the unmoored, untethered feeling of drifting through haze, distilled and crystalized into Honsool. Genius.

Give It To Me

What Do You Think?

HUH ft j-hope

Tony Montana ft. Jimin

I'm a sucker for the grit in their voices in this song. The live version specifically.

(He’s such a problem for me y’all…)

Not to get into this, but he also does sweet, poppy songs too. Some faves being That That, Amygdala, People, Trivia: Seesaw…

He is a true artist.

And nothing is hotter than that.

Message

I started writing this long paragraph about the themes in his music and stopped because I’ve really gone on long enough. I’m barely keeping it together here. I just saw him lose his mind with happiness at the ARMY who disguised her iPhone as a Samsung. That wide smile on his face is still replaying in my head. I’m happy he’s happy, because he’s made me so happy.

Anyway, some fave tracks I reach for, for their message:

5 - Strange ft RM

4 - UGH

3 - Snooze ft Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung

2 - Amygdala

1 - People

In a class of its own, I have to mention The Last. That song is a reckoning and wake up call. It's everything and I'm forever proud of Yoongi for making it.

Have y’all imagined what the concert will be like in 2026? Have you really sat down to think about what it could look like? Because I have. And it looks like pure bliss. No matter what is happening in the world at that time, I must see BTS.

It’s a decision I made last June, but Yoongi on this tour has breathed fire into that desire. He’s made me want him, crave his sound, daydream of his music playing in my head…

If I could I would’ve sued this man already.

Anyway, Anon in ask 1, welcome to getting wrecked by Yoongi. He is layer upon delightful layer of loyal, creative, tortured beautiful genius hovering just on the edge of insanity. I’m hopeful that he completes his tour as planned, enlists as planned, serves as planned, and is discharged and back to BTS as planned.

In the meantime, I’ll fully enjoy the time he’s spending with us and the music he’s making for us. I’m happy y’all are joining me in this too. 💜

#yoongi #min Yoongi #Agust d #Suga #BTS #d day #d day tour #And fuck Hybe with their fuckass dynamic pricing

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THERE ARE MANY WORDS FOR TRANSFORMATION ,

werewolf au, unfinished .

a wall of hung chains, in a variety of sizes, fill tyler's view. the only thing standing out among 'em being the delicate sun-burnt color of skin, starker than the fake gold flicking off his ma's wedding ring. stands there and watches as red nails trail along every knot of metal while his stomach twists all uneasy-like since he knows what they could be for. can't imagine how they'll feel on flesh besides cold and cumbersome, but bullets ain't much better. piercing hot, tearing through muscle in clean strokes … patches of skin in his shoulder throb from memory.

“might have to do used.” sharon says after a while, one thin cheek twisted outward. tyler releases this sorta breath at her voice, like he's been waiting forever to hear it again ; dry bristles stroked back into place, patted back into a ball shape. only gets easier when she angles an age-speckled neck to look at him, liquid fire curlin' down her leathered shoulder. “new ones ain't cheap. long as it does the job, i don't see why i'd pay thirty bucks more.”

before he knows it, his head nods along in quick agreement. “we'll just clean it. won't be hard.” curt reassurance naturally melts past pink lips, another thing the eldest doesn't think twice about. just settles in what feels like a job well done, a point of pride which blooms arizona-sun wide at her approval -- placed in cracked hands by eyes that look him up 'n down. nobody gets how little sharon holt cares for pity 'cept for her kids, a woman who prefers no nonsense rather than bullshit, so tyler tells it straight, honest. and there's no cloud of doubt smokin' her gaze after.

she turns back towards connected links and examines each piece again, heftin' tail ends into the air to turn this way and that. loud clanks and ear ringing jingles of smaller parts hardly make him stop starin', even if his jaw clicks at every annoying sound. arms crossing, brows furrowing when he's gotta endure layers of rust getting scraped away from gray chunks ; hears the sound of it, constantly, peeling off before hitting the floor. fingers brush down remains and those bury under tightened skin, sinkin' into flesh to mingle in with blood. another pull, another shattering clang! as two chains bump, and tyler's filthy nails idly claw at thick fabric. some sorta snap scratching across a bobbing throat, somethin' he swallows back. lumpy, dry, like pills -- an item probably more suited for colds, bed ridden kids, although that's not where he remembers the feelin' from. one of ma's first ideas was stuff for fevers and pain, practically bought out what counts as a pharmacy 'round here ( flimsy boxes at gas stations ) and shoved pills through shaky teeth, one by one, till there wasn't anything left. hadn't been time for water, no big glass of ice that'd make it bearable, only her steely determination, a mother's insistent hand. none of it stuck but his chest rumbles anyway, heart twisting in appreciation that’s doused by paint-thick guilt. too many times she's had'ta carve out time and waste money on him. he notices where she's run ragged, how those spots spread by seconds, hours, and days. frazzled hair, shadowed eyed, jewelry forgotten. things that don't hold candles when put beside her natural beauty, yet his body hunches over bein' the cause, a loss. shoulda been stronger than this, he thinks for the hundredth time, shouldn't've came forward … blood smeared palms and soaked face, actin' childish, talkin' like one. would take it back if he could.

a long chain is slithered off the rack, slowly wrapped along ma's arm. she doesn't bother turning towards him, nose aimed at what's gettin' inspected. “think this'll hold?”

“i …” tries respondin' too fast, making an idiot out of himself. wants it to, is goddamn hoping for it, but he's not entirely sure. “i don't know. maybe. it's our best shot, ain't it?”

“it's our only one, for now.” last part is tacked on, in that afterthought way of hers, not that he minds. can't nitpick at words that're entirely for his sake. she raises her arm experimentally, testing how heavy it really is. get what you pay for and all that, resigned phrase taught from her to all her boys, maybe she even invented it. “hopefully you're not too big.”

heat, warm and hot, splotches scruffy cheeks as his posture shifts without his say so. chest puffin', back straightening ; normally attempts to look put together, more responsible, but that's hard when your ears are hissing in pain. still, tyler comes back to it like second nature. some sorta part of him hidden deep within a rickety, molded structure preening at the comment.

#t : bellies is touching?!? ( my work )#this was made directly after i watched ginger snaps for the first time and was left being like. oh my god. werewolf tyler <3 #i wont ever finish this because it was merely a brain fart but i just … think it has merit #smth smth what if the holts feeling cursed was actually true and they WERE cursed for real #with lycanthropy!!

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Now I’m in the last of us

A young woman wakes up in the last of us not knowing what will happen after she only watched two episodes. How will she survive the apocalypse? And will she find Joel and Elli?

AU of the last of us.

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Chapter 1.

When I got home from a full day of work, I cooked myself a nice plate of pasta having the recipes from one of the TikTok videos I watched the day before. After that doing my full-face routine so that it wouldn't matter if I would make it to bed or just crash on the couch as it happened more often than I would like to admit.

I was now pretty invested in the series even though I still didn't know what was happening. But I wanted to know what was happening. At the end of the second episode, I was pretty tired but still wanted to know how it would go on. Letting the auto-play let run through so that the next episode would start. Ellie and Joel were just making their way to frank and bills house when I noticed my eyes getting heavier and heavier.

When I woke up, I noticed immediately that something wasn't right. The first thing I noticed was the smell in my apartment. I turned on my couch and had to sneeze. When my eyes opened everything was full of dust. The paint peels off the walls and my bowels with my snacks smelled awful. I still had my skims on and was clean like the day before but everything else around me looked like it wasn't touched in decades. It was weird and I was thinking that this must be a dream, or I was turning crazy.

Maybe I did work too much? Or my brain was just exhausted? I don't know but whatever I just have to find out what's happening. I walk over to my window looking out to the street where it also looked like in the series. What the hell? It can't be possible that I was actually transported into the series like it often happens in fanfiction where a crazy person writes that some random person is transported into their favorite series just to fall in love with their favorite character.

I mean, first of all, I don't know what's happening in that series and second of all I don't have a favorite character. So please someone explain to me what's happening.

But there's no one here. Not a single person is in that got dam building. I tried looking for my neighbors but every apartment on my floor was abandoned.

My own apartment still looked the same as it did only hours before only full of dust and like it wasn't touched in the last 20 years. I still had all my gadgets like my MacBook my iPhone and all the other stuff it just didn't work anymore. The weirdest thing is that the apartments of my neighbors look like from the beginning of the 2000s. which is especially weird because I myself am only 23 so seeing things that I grew up with is super strange.

I am sitting on my bed holding my legs to my chest crying not knowing what the hell I am supposed to do. The whole day just went over with me sitting on my bed looking out of the window now and then. When evening came, I just laid there till sleep or exhaustion came I'm not sure which it was. I only hoped that my mind was playing games with me, and I would wake up again and everything would be the same as it was before.

When I woke up again this new reality was still around me. I screamed. Ugly tears were running down my face. It felt like I didn't even go to sleep. I didn't drink or eaten anything the day before and the crying most likely didn't help my condition. I went to the kitchen hoping that I had something to eat. Right at that moment I deeply regretted not buying any cans of food like I did when I was a student but no. Two days before I got to this new reality being healthy and doing sports being a fucking stick was the goal not just for me but for a lot of women so yes, I tried to eat as little as possible so that I wouldn't have so much fat on me. I'm not skinny per se but also wouldn't say I'm thick or anything just your normal body type but fortunate enough to have good genes so I was well proportioned. But yes, society still made me try to get skinnier and skinnier. But I often failed. I'm one of the people that wouldn't easily lose pounds but if I only breath around a cake I would gain a few pounds. Thinking about that now seems super ridiculous.

If I really am in the last of us that is. I still haven't seen one of the zombies or whatever they are called. The most I know about them is from the two episodes I watched and the walking dead. But what I could gather from the few episodes is that those two fandoms are completely different and that the zombies from the last of us are way worse and much more dangerous. Well, congratulations to me, I guess.

I found one can of beans being grateful that I still had something. After eating that I tried the sink I was astound that it actually still worked so I had a glass of water to hydrate myself. Afterwards I tried gathering things so that I would even have a chance of survival. Deciding that I couldn't stay here in my apartment forever.

I found out that apparently one of my neighbors was preparing for the end of the world they had a bag and all the things that you would need to survive this hell.

I never thought that after covid I would actually have to be prepared for the end of the world only thinking that the end was quarantine which didn't prepare me for things like that. In quarantine being lonely was the only thing that was hard. But I have to say even then I didn't feel as lonely as I do now. Back then there were still people around me now there was no one.

I gathered all that I could find having a few rations of food for the trip. Even though I still didn't know where to go but I thought it would probably be safer outside of the city than not being able to see what was lurking around the next corner. I also found a knife, a backpack, a lighter which was almost empty, and a gun which I found behind the back wall of a closet. I never in my life used a gun but every guy in apocalypse movies or series had one so I would probably have to use one too. But for now, I didn't actually want to use it, being that it is more likely that I would harm myself rather than the person or zombie I would try to use it on. Maybe I could use it as a threat to people if it ever came to this situation. They wouldn't have to know that I don't know how to use it. Now the only difficulty would be to actually get out of the city. Searching my closet for some clothing that I could use was also a thing. I decided to do some good old fashion layering. Putting on a black sports bra from VS, a black cropped t-shirt from Chanel, an oversized hoodie from harry styles merch, some black cargo pants from Lv, my black buffaloes and I still had my gold jewelry on that I got from my grandma. I know that these clothes might not be the best for the end of the world, but they were the only things I had. After I started working and actually working my way up the job ladder, I had enough money being able to buy designer clothing. Which as you can tell I really did.

Next, I got two water bottles for the way. I started my descent from my apartment. I lived on the 10th floor. I tried to be as quiet as I could be, not knowing what will wait for me when I'm outside. Getting to the ground floor I open the double doors that just a few days ago were always opened by the friendly portier Freddy. He was a lovely older man that was like a grandfather always asking how I was and if I need anything and actually meaning it which made it easy for me to really love him in a paternal way. But now he wasn't here anymore, and I made my way outside. I walked down the street making my way outside of the city. I was fascinated by the different plants that were able to make their way through the tarmac. Maybe that wasn't the most intelligent way though it was beautiful I quickly realized that I really had to watch where I'm going. Just a few centimeters before me there was this trail of cordyceps like I had seen in the series where Joel tolled Ellie to watch out it also was already dead, but it also could have been still alive.

When I turned onto the last street that would lead me to the outskirts of the city, I saw the first person since I got to this god-forsaken reality. I ran to this person; I didn't think in that moment just being happy to see another person but as I made my way nearer and nearer, I realized that this human wasn't human at all. They turned in my direction making me able to see into their face. I got slower and slower till I finally came to a stop. I didn't know what I should do now, but they came nearer and nearer and at a speed that I never would have thought a zombie could move. I tried to get my knife out of my pocket at the side of my pants really panicking now that I wasn't able to do it as fast as I would like to. I had the knife in my hand, but it was still protected which was good because I didn't know how to use it but at this moment, I just wanted to use it as fast as possible. The zombie jumped onto me making me lose the knife on the ground while the both of us also fell. I was able to keep their face far away from my body while also searching with the other hand for the knife. My fingertips were able to make contact with the knife, but I wasn't really able to get to it. The zombie was getting more aggressive when I finally got the knife in my hand. Trying to gather all of my strength I punched the knife through the skull of the zombie using full force. Luckily it stopped moving but now the full weight was laying on me. Making my way from out below the zombie I was glad that my survival instincts kicked in. I didn't really get how I survived this, but I was glad that I was now still breathing even if it was very heavy.

After a break trying to catch my breath again, I walked on and found a brick on the side of the road. After finding some fuel and short-circuiting it (I once saw a video on TikTok on how to do this) I was able to make my way much quicker through the city and over to the suburbs of Lincoln, Massachusetts.

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Detroit: Midnight

Chapter 2: New Day

__November 5th, 2038 // 3:24PM__

"I deeply apologize for the death of your daughter's nanny. what did you say happened to her?"

"A car hit her, stupid accident."

"Wow, I'm really sorry to hear that. Is your daughter oka-"

"Yeah, she's fine."

"Okay, then. Well, a new nanny will be watching Alice."

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"As a matter of fact, here she comes now."

A woman entered the room and smiled upon seeing Alice.

"Please tell them your name."

"My name is Kara."

__November 5th, 2038 // 4:53PM__

As Todd drove through the city, Kara took a minute to look around. The statues of art and historical figures. Even a statue of a Midnight trying to block a human man's wooden stake. The sight of the statue made Kara's skin crawl.

She knew about the drug. She knew that it gave the recently dead a second chance. What she didn't know is what Midnight can do if a human, alive and well, gets a hold of the red liquid. She knew that the people called them "Modern Vampires" from what she's heard in overheard conversations while training to be Alice's nanny.

Todd drove through the neighborhood. The sight of the environment made Kara's stomach sink. This was Detroit. Well—what it used to be.

Run down houses, playgrounds, a dog park, everything that made Detroit at the time, was a run down. Some houses looked as if a small bomb had gone off inside it. Some even looked as if it was being eaten away by mold or radiation, not really. Todd house though, it was old. Never had a touch up of the white paint peeling on the outside of home. It's fence was clipped as if people were trying to break in.

Todd pulled into the drive way and get out the car. Kara would soon follow by getting out of the car as well. Once she looked up at the front door, Todd had already been there waiting for her. "You comin'?" Todd asked impatiently. "Yes, Todd." Kara said as she hurried to the front door and hurried inside.

As kara entered the house, her stomach sank once more as to seeing the interior of the home. Paint peeling on the walls, furniture old and falling apart, dishes piled high, trash haven't been taken out at all. "I don't care if your a nanny, maid or not." Todd started, making Kara lose her train of thought. "You do the dishes, do the laundry, you cook the dinners. Everything. Got it?" Todd finished looking to Kara fro an answer from her. "Yes, Todd." She replied.

"You also take care of- oh God. Where's the brat gone now!" Todd said looking around. "Alice? Alice! Oh there you are." Todd said seeing Alice, who was now sitting the stairs looking up at her father.

"Alice: Homework, getting dressed. Everything. Got that?" Todd said before storming off to the couch. "Yes Todd." "Start down here then work upstairs." Kara nodded and started on the trash taking it outside.

After finishing the trash, she'd start on the dishes. "Kara! Grab me a beer!" Kara grabbed Todd a beer and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "I've finished, down here, I'll go start upstairs." Said Kara. Todd replied with an annoyed response. Kara headed upstairs and tidyed up Todd's room. She'd find a magazine. She'd pick up and find that it was layed open. She'd see a story inside.

"Man's daughter is the first child to be revived with Midnight."

Kara's heart sank. A parent spending a fortune on bringing their child back, only for them to stay the same age and height till their parents pass. Kara put the magazine down and started on the other rooms before lastly coming to Alice's room.

Upon entering Alice's room, Alice ran to her sheet fort and hid from Kara. "I'm just going to tidy up your room, Alice. I only need 5 minutes. Are you okay with that?" Kara began cleaning Alice's room.

Tidying up Alice's bed, Kara noticed a book on the floor. "Alice In Wonderland. Of course." Kara said with a smile. Kara knelt in front of Alice. "I hope we can have a nice bond like you and the other Nanny had." Kara said with a soft smile. Alice only looked up at her and played with her toy. "You look bored, what do you like to do for fun?" Alice got up and went to run out the room, I kynto turn around and hand Kara a key before running out the room.

Kara stood up before realizing where the key went to. Kara walked up to the box on Alice's dresser before unlocking it. Music started to play from it. Kara looked inside the the music box and pulled out drawings. As she looked through the drawings, she saw a process of Alice playing with her past nanny, to Alice then being covered in the Nanny's blood. The next and last drawing showed the bloodied nanny and Alice's father holiday gun.

Kara quickly and hurriedly our everything back into the music box before closing it. Kara quickly made her way done the stairs to tell Todd she had finished the upstairs, only to see Todd slowly approach Alice.

"Whatcha doin'?" Asked Todd. "Playing." Said Alice. "Playing..." Todd repeated. "This is all your fault. All of this is your fault." Kara stayed there, standing still on the stairs making sure not to be seen. Kara's heart sank. "You hate me, don't you?" Asked Todd. "Say you hate me." Todd ordered Alice. Todd picked Alice up and screamed at Alice. "SAY YOU HATE ME!!!"

Todd saw the stream of tears running down Alice's face. Todd started tearing up seeing his daughter cry, regretting what he'd done. "Oh God, what am I doing?" He asked himself. "I'm so sorry, I love you so much." Todd started. "You know I love you, right?" Todd said as he sobbed as he held his daughter in a tight embrace.

All Kara could do was watch as it all unfolded. Her heart ached for Alice. She wanted to help her, but she knew with the state Todd is in and how he treats his win daughter, Kara can't even imagine what would happen if she were to do something about Todd's abuse to Alice.

#dbh au #dbh connor #dbh josh #dbh kara #dbh luther #dbh markus #dbh north #dbh simon #dbh vampire #dbh alice #dbh todd #dbh traci #dbh jericho

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alittlesilhouettoofaman · 1 year

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Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love

Ever since boarding school, Freddie had hated sleeping alone. He'd been sent so far from home, and he missed his baba and mama so much. He didn't fit in at boarding school, something the other boys made abundantly clear, calling him buck tooth or bucky. London was lonely. Lonelier than Freddie had ever imagined, but then he found Brian, Roger, and John.

Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly.

"I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed.

"Why not!" Roger whined.

"Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final."

"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate."

Freddie sighed. "Dears, we've been driving for hours. We're all knackered. Let's stop fighting and get some sleep." Honestly, Freddie was looking forward to sharing a bed with Roger. He was always so warm. Roger went silent as Brian parked the van; his lips slightly puckered.

They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of.

The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing.

"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced.

"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully.

"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly.

Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before.

Roger swallowed thickly as he shut the hotel door behind them. The hair on his arms prickled at the thought of being alone with Freddie. It both terrified and excited him at the same time. "Some hotel, huh?" Roger chuckled awkwardly as he set his suitcase to the side. He suddenly felt so unsure of himself-something which seemed to happen a lot in Freddie's company.

“Oh, this is nothing,” Freddie said, kicking off his go-go boots. “You should’ve seen the hovel we stayed in after we left Zanzibar.” Freddie shimmied out of his tight jeans and plopped onto the bed. He was completely oblivious to Roger’s staring. “I hate when we’re stuck in the van for so long! My legs are sore!” Clad in nothing but a silk shirt, Freddie started jumping on the bed just like a child. He giggled at Roger’s horrified expression.

“What are you doing?” Roger asked.

“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”

Roger pursed his lips, fighting a smile at the amusement jumping on the bed seemed to bring to Freddie. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Unable to resist, he kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bed…the furniture creaking below their combined weight. “Whoops!” Roger exclaimed as both of them lost their balance, tumbling backward against the bed with a smile.

“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth.

It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.

"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor.

"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified.

"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end."

"Hmm?" Roger hummed.

Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"

“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?”

“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Roger watched Freddie carefully bound up from the bed, delicate and noiseless as a cat. All of his worries about sharing a room and a bed with Freddie had disappeared, and the two of them were back to being their usual silly selves together. It was just the distraction Roger needed.

Grabbing Roger's hand, Freddie pulled him into the hallway. "Now, it's important, we're wearing socks, otherwise it won't work, and this hostel's perfect because it's not carpeted. All we need now is a running start!" Freddie ran and slid down the hallways. Laughing like a little kid, he hollered, "C'mon, Rog, your turn!"

Roger watched him, lips pursed in amusement. But he figured he could use the distraction. “Oh, what the hell.” Roger followed his lead, stepping backward and sliding himself forward along the wooden floor. He slipped, falling to the ground with a giggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free.

Freddie jumped on top of Roger. They both shook with laughter.

“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed.

Freddie and Roger giggled.

A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.

Roger had never felt as free and giddy. All of his anxieties about being with Freddie disappeared, and it was like he couldn't stop laughing. "Oops," Roger gasped out between more giggles. "I think we've just been told off."

"I'll make it up to him tomorrow."

Roger blinked, partly taken back by the beautiful image of Freddie on top of him, a cheeky grin on his face, and his dark, shiny hair falling across his slight shoulders. He'd never noticed just how full and soft Freddie's lips seemed. In fact, they looked inviting.

As their laughter died down, Freddie could feel just how close he was to Roger. “I-I suppose we should get some sleep?” Roger doesn’t like men, Freddie tried to remind himself. He’s my best friend. That’s all.

Roger swallowed thickly, his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding round Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.

Freddie sighed. He had never been able to love anyone halfheartedly. He loved Roger as a friend, of course, he loved him as more. But Roger didn’t know how to love right or how to love right in return. He always came to Freddie for advice, but what could Freddie say?

Roger felt his cheeks burn as Freddie slowly detangled himself from his embrace, his gaze towards the floor. A pang of panic shot through Roger at the thought of him already messing up the fragile bond between him and Freddie. He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware just how aroused he had already gotten at their closeness. Freddie's lithe body pressed against his had felt too good to ignore... Roger shivered, his mouth dry at the prospect of how electric that first kiss might had been. But alas, Freddie would never feel the same way. And he liked him too much as a friend to lose him. "Beer?" It was the only thing Roger could think of to say. Lord knew, he could do with a drink.

Freddie snorted. "I suppose we'll both be smashed anyways. Who needs sleep anyway?" Freddie considered himself a night owl. He was always restless, but there was something about the darkness that made his thoughts bubble up like a lava lamp. "I think there's a bar downstairs." A bit of numbness would do him good because then he wouldn't care so damn much.

Roger nodded, looking away until he didn’t quite feel so flushed. He was already slightly tipsy but the ability to his numb his thoughts and feelings further was a very tempting offer. “Let’s go.” Roger lead the way, striding down the hallway with a determined spring in his step. His heart was still racing and his body still felt all tingly from their near kiss. He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the two of them entwined. How good it would feel. He shivered, clearing his throat and desperately searching for a distraction of some kind.

Freddie followed after Roger, trying to clear his thoughts of Roger's tight pants, or how his shirt didn't quite cover his toned back. Freddie shook his head. He stared at the colorful carpet instead, but it gave him the heebie-jeebies because it looked like the carpet from The Shining. Finally, they arrived at the dark bar. It was well into the morning and past the time for parties, so it was quite empty. Freddie hurried and ordered vodka. "Here's to us, I suppose," Freddie toasted, trying not to stare at Roger for too long. But it was impossible, wasn't it? Roger was a creature of sunlight and morning dew; he simply shone too brightly to ignore.

Roger smiled, his eyes lingering on the curve of Freddie's lips as he made a toast. He clinked his glass against his, holding his gaze as he took a sip. "To us." The burn of vodka against Roger's throat was delicious. It was just the distraction he needed.

“To us,” Freddie echoed. Friendship is better than nothing. Roger had a strange look in his eyes. But Freddie didn’t question it. He wondered how Roger saw him because when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see anything special. Just a boy who was too wild and reckless…

“So,” Roger cleared his throat, searching for a conversation starter. “How do you reckon this tour will go?” They all knew it was make or break. It was just another thing that was playing on Roger’s mind.

Freddie didn’t know. He wanted to say that of course, the tour would go fabulous. But the truth was, he didn’t know. “I’ll sing my heart out. You’ll drum your arms off. Brian will bore us all to death, but he’ll play his guitar strings off. And Deaky, well, he’ll keep us grounded. But his legs might fall off with that funky dance of his.”

Roger chuckled in fond agreement. John had only been with them for a few months, but he’d already fit in with them so well. They were a band but first and foremost, it already felt like a family. That was exactly why these newfound feelings for Freddie made things so much more complicated, he thought, his gaze lingering on Freddie’s lips a fraction too long as he went to take a sip of his drink. Freddie arched one eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “No, I’m not,” Roger insisted, cringing internally for having got caught as he reluctantly tore his gaze away and sipped his own drink. He should have been more upset given he’d only just broken up with his girlfriend. But he’d known it was the right thing to do. They barely saw each other now that the band was taking off. And if Roger was truly being honest with himself, he’d been having more and more fantasies about a certain beautiful and exotic lead singer for quite some time. Now they were sharing a bed for the whole night-and all Roger could think was how much he was dying to kiss him. Consequences be damned.

“I suppose we should at least try to get some sleep,” Freddie said softly. He doubted he would be able to sleep so closely beside Roger. But he couldn’t take Roger’s staring anymore. Roger was looking at him like bees and flowers…

“Err…yeah, I guess you’re right,” Roger reluctantly agreed, downing the rest of his drink and forcing his gaze away. He felt flushed with embarrassment and desire. He knew he could be a lot—he’d been told as much by almost everyone he’d ever met throughout the whole of his life. When he liked someone, he was all in. But it was different this time. It was Freddie. He would have to tread carefully. For starters, he wasn’t even convinced the feelings were mutual. Secondly, the band was too important to mess this up. And thirdly, if he managed to chase Freddie away…Brian would kill him. But the thought of spending a whole night so painfully close to Freddie was in the forefront of Roger’s mind. “Apologies in advance if I snore,” Roger tried to joke as they walked slowly back up to their room. “My sister always reckoned I’m louder than a trombone.” March 28, 2023

Freddie giggled. “I’m a bit of a bed hog.” Most of his lovers hated how clingy he was in his sleep. But his whole life he’d just wanted to be close to someone. Freddie was unsteady on his feet as he followed Roger back to their room. He wasn’t sure if Roger was talking. He couldn’t hear anything over the drumbeat of his heart.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Roger admitted, looking back at Freddie with a smile, which quickly disappeared from his face when he saw how pale Freddie had suddenly turned. “Freddie?! A-are you okay?” He raced to his side, putting a hand against his back and trying to gauge what was wrong. March 30, 2023

Freddie shivered against Roger's touch. "F-Fine, darling, just floated away for a moment." Roger frowned. But Freddie didn't want to explain. He lay beside Roger, staring at how his golden hair almost looked silver in the dark. He thought Roger was sleeping, so he whispered, "You deserve someone who loves you. You give yourself to all of these girls, but none of them love you, not really. And I'd give anything to love you... but I can't because no one's ever loved me either."

Roger remained still, attempting to get his head around what he’d just heard. He’d been on the cusp of sleeping when Freddie began to speak. He rolled over, catching the way Freddie’s eyelashes were fluttering softly. He put his hand on his waist and moved himself closer. “You deserved to be loved too,” Roger whispered ardently. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I just wish you could see that too.”

Startled, Freddie was terrified that Roger had overheard his heart's greatest secret. He couldn't even process Roger's words... And Roger, knowing Freddie better than anyone else, pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. "We both deserve love," he whispered. "And I think we've been fools not realizing how much we love each other." Freddie blinked back tears, drowning in the ocean of their kiss...

#froger #freddie mercury #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #froger love #queen rp #two people wrote this #italics are mine #let me know if you'd be interested in joining our rp server

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sweetearthandnorthernsky · 1 year

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writing doesn't go brrr, so playlist for morinel (backstory edition/up to start of canon)

listening links; spotify, youtube

little flower - you'll rise in the wake of the winter / when april calls you from the ground / you'll laugh as the rain starts to whisper / and hold your head up to the clouds

funeral song - if these bare walls could sing, they would sing us a funeral song / push their wooden words into your mouth / they would not wish to be a burden to your tongue

stop and stare - this town is colder now, i think it's sick of us / It's time to make our move, iI'm shakin' off the rust / i've got my heart set on anywhere but here

all the stars - all the stars in the sky, burn to black close your eyes / all the stars in the sky, say goodbye say goodbye / we were here yesterday, now we seem so far away

heirloom - you try your hardest to leave the past alone / this crooked posture is all you've ever known / It is the consequence of living in between / the weight of family and the pull of gravity

crystals - i know i'll wither, so peel away the bark / 'cause nothing grows when it is dark / in spite of all my fears, i can see it all so clear / i see it all so clear

how about forever - there was a time though it seemed strange / when i didn't know your face / and i didn't know your name / somewhere our paths crossed along the way / and now there is only one more thing I've got to say

bow and arrow - won't you hold my hands over my heart? / i want you to close my eyes when it grows dark / oh, we go over the mountains and under the stars

in the embers - like fireworks, we pull apart the dark / Compete against the stars, with all of our hearts / till our temporary brilliance turns to ash / We pull apart the darkness while we can

small hands - and all the angers that they hid inside your chest / we will unravel all of the chains / and toss the remnants all down the drain

kings & queens & vagabonds - restless souls in the desert sand / dream of another land / that heroes and villains claimed before

hell or high water - trees are burning, ravens fly / smoke is filling up the sky / we are running out of time / when the river's running red /and we begin to falter / we'll hang on to the edge

trouble - trouble, coming in the dead of night / trouble, making everything all right / it's in your blood / it's in your bones / you cannot sleep for-

things we lost in the fire - things we lost to the flames / things we'll never see again / all that we've amassed / sits before us, shattered into ash

soldier - soldier keep on marching on / head down till the work is done / waiting on the morning sun / soldier keep on marching on

heart of darkness - the quiet, it swallows us / what's waiting around the corner / senses we cannot trust / hunted by unseen horrors

all the king's horses - i knock the ice from my bones / try not to feel the cold / caught in the thought of that time / when everything was fine, everything was mine

i of the storm - if i could face them / if i could make amends with all my shadows / i'd bow my head and welcome them / but i feel it burning / like when the winter wind stops my breathing

paint - i know how to dream, know how to dream / still, there's a wound and i'm moving slow / though it don't show, though it don't show / i've got a hole where nothing grows / how little you know, how little you know

home ii - broken stones, broken lightning / this house of doubt is what we know / chasing down the silver linings / of wounded minds and wounded souls

the weight of living, pt. i - stepping forward out into the day / shrugging off the dust and memory / though it's soaring still above your head / it is out of sight and none shall see

#my fic #my ocs tag #og post #morinel #i love naming these lists with titles you get from completing the epic :3 #also if 8tracks worked for me u bet i would be using it instead #it has the option to make notes on a track!!!! then i could Add Trivia #[not sure if it has the ability now tho. i know it did at least]#also making covers for playlists 10/10 would procrastinate writing again

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myfantasealife · 2 years

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Window Pains [NSFW] KibaxFem!Reader Part 4

🌺After finishing your second semester in college, you decide to go home for the summer only to find the annoying neighbor you haven't seen in years! What will it be like reconnecting with the man who so desperately wanted you?🌺

a/n: the finale is here! Make sure you check out the other parts of this story before reading this one!

warning: intercourse, angst, smut, throat fucking, dp, penetration, loving kiba, mdni

I was truly hooked. His scent, his smile, is damn arm muscles. He was perfect.

We walked back with our bikes to our homes just in time for dinner. Kiba's arms looped around my neck, hugging my head closer to his chest. His heart beating slowly, like a soothing lullaby as I melted further in his arms. Our mouths only echoed the sound of our breaths, leaving nothing but the yearning silence between us to grow thicker.

The rest of my night was a blur, leaving room for only the lustful thoughts I had about Kiba. A smirk permanently embedded itself onto my face, never leaving my mouth as I sat at the dining room table. Thinking about his lips, the veins popping out of throbbing cock, the way he smiles when I talk about the things I love.

I wonder if he feels the same way. If he feels that same burning passion to worship my body. If he feels the oxygen deplete from his lungs when he cant be near me. I wanted to know. I needed to know.

I couldn't concentrate on anything without thinking about what it would be like to be under him, on top of him, bending over in front of him. The walls inside my womb began twitching in agony, as if Kiba's length would be the only thing that could ease its pain.

My hand flicks the light switch, lighting my room in a dim yellow hue. My eyes went directly towards the window facing kibas room, hoping to catch sight of him before he falls asleep.

I felt a sigh of relief cycle out of my lungs when I noticed him curled up with Akamaru reading a book. I reach over to my mushroom lamp by the window, turning on the galaxy light, painting my room with nebulas and stars. The light quickly caught his attention, peeling his eyes away from the page in front of him.

It was like a breath of fresh air when my eyes dived into the depths of his kind eyes. Our gaze was fixated on each other, refusing to budge no matter how hard we tried.

A smile graced his face when he saw mine, sitting himself up on the edge of his bed. His broad shoulders hovered over his quads as his elbows perched themselves on the tops of his knees. His eyes wandered down, analyzing every womanly curve that developed on my body.

My screaming thoughts started to desperately look for a way to please his lustful eyes. I thought about the show I put on for him last night, when I played with myself in front of my window, letting him watch the way I pleased myself when I thought about him.

He knows I want to show him again, and he knows that I would dare to try. Growing the sinister grin on his face wider and wider. He was hungry, licking his lips ready to devour me like I was his final meal.

I could feel the desperate pulses between my thighs ache as I approach my window closer. My hands slowly started undressing myself till I a was left with nothing but my matching bra and panties.

Kiba rose from his bed, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats before dropping them down his ankles. The outline of his giant cock twitched behind the thin fabric of his boxers. His sculpted abs tensed up, waiting for me to make the next move.

I lean forward against the window seal, allowing the strap of my bra to fall off my shoulder. My breasts hung effortlessly, almost budging out of the cups of my bra. The sight was enough for Kiba's animal eyes to become feral, licking his lips as if he could practically taste them. His smug became ruthless, groaning as he watched me caress my soft skin in front of my window

The fingertips from one of his hands pressed firmly against the glass while other reached for his length, cupping it into his hands. His breathing rapidly increased, letting the fog build up in front of his face.

At this moment I could have done many things, but none of it would be enough to satisfy what I needed. The arches of his eyebrows raised when he saw my hands switch from the waistband of my thong to the edge of my window, cracking it open enough for him to slip through.

Every thought possible ran through his head as he stood there, too stunned to move. His eyes stayed on me as I turned off my lights flashing him a desirable smile before laying down in my bed.

He knew what kind of reward waited for him on the other side of my window, but he was still too nervous to move. The beating in his chest pounded against his ribs glaring into the void of my window, where his wildest dreams can come true. He inhaled deeply before letting every inch of his lungs exhale the oxygen he was holding in his chest.

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Cool air circulated my room breezing down my back as I close my eyes. It wasn't long until I heard the squeak of my window cracking open further. One by one, I heard the sound of my creaking wooden floors kiss the tip of my ears before I felt the weight of my bed sink.

The warmth of his chest pressed firmly against my back reaching his arm over me. His fingers curls around my waist, gripping me tightly before pulling me into his growing erection. His hips thrust forwards, feeling his throbbing length slide further onto my lower back. The heat of his breath coaxed around the nape of my neck, sending a frenzy between my legs.

"You drive me crazy." Kiba's low voice whispered into my ear, filling me up with lustful wishes. The growing tension between our touch ignited a fire in my heart, sending a smile to my face. His hand gently caressed along the side of my body, inhaling the sweet floral scent on my skin before making its way to up to my breast.

Grasping tightly until the fat of my boobs start bursting through the gaps of his fingers. He kept pulling me in closer and closer to his chest as if any moment I would disappear from his arms. A soft moan escaped my lips when i felt the tips of his fingers slip under my bra, pinching the bud of my sensitive nipple. He twisted it in his fingers making me gasp for air before soothing the burning pain by rubbing it in circles. My sweet nectar drips from my cunt as his soft lips plant small kisses all along the back of my shoulder.

"You drive me crazy." I mocked , pressing my ass further against his cock.

The weight of his hand pulled me back until I was able to face him, letting his face hover over me like it did before, only this time we were a lot closer. The breath escaping his chest grazed over my face before pulling me in to meet his lips. I traced over his chest with the pads of my fingers down to his abs, until I was able to wrap my hand around the shaft of his needy cock.

It was huge.

Our tongues began to dance in each others mouths, letting the sound of our smacking lips echo through the silence as our hands explore more of our bodies. The feeling of his muscles tensing as my dainty hand coddled with his balls was like lightning to him, electrifying the need for him to be inside my soaking cunt. The ungodly strength in his giant hand pulled apart my legs, letting his fingers run through the middle of my damp panties.

"You're so wet." He moans, rubbing his fingertips in circles around my clit before shifting my panties to the side. "That's so hot" his raspy words mumbled against my lips as the squelching from my dripping core played in the background.

His kisses traveled from my lips to my chest, sucking lightly against my skin. I could feel the heat stir up inside me as his finger plunged deep into my hole, massaging my walls gently. Moans quietly escaped my lips, curling my toes at the sound of his heavy breath against my skin.

"Kiba" The sound of his name dripping from my mouth pleased him, growing his erection even more than I ever thought was possible. Our passionate breaths harmonizing with one another as the feeling of his silken fingers pull themselves out of my cunt only to slip them back inside. His fingers curled, hitting my most sensitive areas until my eyes were rolling to the back of my head.

Kiba treated me like I was made of glass, not going to rough and enjoying every soft expressions of pleasure I whispered into his ear. He worshipped me. Watching me passionately as I bend to his will, cherishing every second that passes.

I wanted to cherish it too. I wanted to show him that I needed him. That I could do more than any woman on this planet can do. What every it takes. I wanted to prove that I was worth the wait.

The tip of his cock breached through the top of his sweat pants, seeping with pre-cum. I peel him off of my chest, laying him on his back before I straddle over him. His eyes widened when his length rested perfectly between my folds, feeling his pressure on my swollen clit. My hips moved back in forth, letting my silken folds grip around his shaft sending his eyes to the back of his head.

The intensity in his eyes grew heavier as he admired the way his childhood crush rocked back and forth on his man-hood. It was rewarding for him to watch me become so desperate for his buldge, leaving him breathless. The creases on the tops of my thighs deepened when his hands clasped onto the side of my hips, gripping me so tight until turned my skin white.

The motion of his arms began assisting me while my puffy lips wrap around his member. My hands rested on his thighs while I arched my back, showing off more of my pretty little cunt. Tilting back the weight of my head as waves of arousal built up around my walls.

The look in his eyes was exactly what I wanted. He desired me, every inch he wanted to indulge. His tongue peaking out of his lips before clenching his jaw like he was starving for more.

I decided to unclasp my bra, exposing my bare chest to him. His enchanting smile grew bigger as his eyes stayed glued to my breast as they bounced around in front of him.

"I want you." I whispered.

The grip in his hands grew stronger before he thrusted his hips to flip me over to my back. The glare of his animal like eyes narrowing as if he was ready to hunt down his prey. His lips made his way to my perky nipple, biting onto it gently before sucking it into his mouth.

The desire in my belly grew, making me wetter than I ever thought possible. Squirming underneath his bulging cock, practically begging him to fill me up.

"Come back with me." He whispered, pausing so all thats left was our heavy breathing.

I peer into his dark eyes, seeing the honesty behind his words. His face pulled up to meet mine, staring deep into my soul.

It felt as if the whole world stopped.

"Come with me, back to the hidden leaf." He said, wrapping small strands of my hair around his finger to move it from my face. He leaned into me, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of my mouth before peering back into my eyes.

"Kiba I-"

"C'mon y/n. Spend the rest of your summer with me, or transfer to a school in the leaf. " He looked at me with yearning eyes. The kind of eyes I have seen before when he used to ask me to be his girlfriend when we were kids.

"I am making good money now, and I can take care of you. I want to take care of you." The innocence in his voice oozed from his lips, staring passionately into my heart.

I could feel him holding his breath as he waited for any type of response. Being with him in the leaf meant spending every day with him, it sounded so perfect to me. Opening my eyes to see his charming smile every morning and being in his arms every night, it was a dream.

Almost too good to be true.

"Nevermind, you don't have to answer that." His voice saddened as wandering thoughts took over his mind. The delay in my response exposed a fear that he always had, something that I promised myself I would never let him feel again. "I dont think I could handle another rejection."

My hand grabbed his chin before turning it towards me again. My eyes observed the twinkle in his eye as tears started to gather in the corner. His nerves were bursting at the seams, ready to break at any moment.

"Yes"

A gasp escaped his lips before his eyes shot up to mine, glittering with joy. His tensing muscles relaxing, spreading a smile over his face.

"Yes?" He cheesed, darting his focus from my eyes to my lips. The fire within me felt like it was ready to rage out of my cells.

"Yes!"

I could feel his smile against my skin when he brought my closer to him. The beating in his heart accelerating by the second. When I pulled his chin up to face me, I could see tears slowly collect at the bottom of his eyes as he was trying to contain himself from screaming through the roof tops.

"On one condition."

"Anything, please!" He said excitingly, letting a tear fall to his cheek. My thumb gently wiped it away before bringing him in for another kiss. His forehead rested on mine, his heart still pounding out of his chest. "I'll do anything for you."

His words sent tingles down my spine before I looked into his eyes again. My lungs inhale deeply, trying to collect my thoughts on what to say.

"I want to be your girlfriend Kiba"

The silence in the room was loud. Too loud for anything else to distract me from my nerves. I think my heart was racing at a million miles per hour after those words left my lips. The anticipation of his response was painful. I felt like I couldn't breath in those seconds that he stayed quiet.

Did I make a mistake?

"My girlfriend? You really want to be mine?" The tears in his eyes began to fall on his growing smile. "You just made me the happiest man on earth!"

His lips met mine again, only this time more passionate than the last. My tongue found refuge in his mouth while my arms rested around his neck.

We held each other close, letting the sound of our beating hearts overwhelm our senses. My legs wrapped themselves around him, letting the skin of his cock rest beautifully between my slit. He lifted his head to face me again, watching my eyes as the glimmer under the moon light.

"You don't know how long I have been waiting for this." He whispered in my ear, shifting my panties to the side. His shaft began rubbing up and down my slit, making his way to my heat. The feeling of his tip entering my womb sent shockwaves to the tips of my toes.

The pain was otherworldly. The thickness of his cock was more than I could have ever imagined. The veins in his shaft scraping the sides of my vaginal walls as my back arched, feeling him plunge himself deeper into my dripping cunt. His head slammed into my cervix causing me to gasp for air.

" 'so big!" I moan, digging into his back with my nails. I could hear him groan in my ear, feeling my squelching pussy lubricated his shaft as he buried it deeper into me. He started thrusting into me like he wanted to fuck me into oblivion. Throwing my legs over his shoulder thrusting deeper and deeper until his balls started slapping against my ass.

Everything I have ever imagined was nothing compared to this. His cock massaged my soaking walls so perfectly. Like he was perfectly made for me. I could feel my walls grip around his length, like it never wanted him to leave.

It was perfection.

The waves of arousal built up in my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge. My eyes roll to the back of my head, clawing onto my sheets trying to prevent myself from making a mess on his cock. He was mesmerized, watching every second, making sure to not miss a single moment.

"K-Kiba!" His name dripping from my mouth as cum gathered at the base of his dick. Hearing his name made him feral, pulling out of me before bringing me up by the nape of my neck. He lined himself up with my lips, inching his cock into my mouth.

I obeyed him immediately, wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft hands while I dripped onto my sheets. His head tilted back while his hand grasped the back of my head.

"Suck me good baby" he moaned, thrusting himself to the back of my throat.

Tears fell from my cheeks as I try to take it all, chocking on the girth of his length. Kiba was always a sweet man, but watching him dominate me made me even more desperate to feel him inside me again. He was sexy in every way.

His balls begin to twitch as he was nearing completion. He started fucking my throat uncontrollably, letting my tears fall from my cheeks onto my breast.

The warmth of his seed coated the back of my throat. I could feel the goosebumps in his legs appear on his soft skin while I swallowed, letting the warmth travel down my throat.

His hand released from my hair and made its way to my chin, lifting it up to see my submissive eyes. He wiped away the tears from my face before leaning down to meet my eyes.

"You did so good baby" he smiled, grabbing a towel by my bed to clean up the mess I had between my legs. Sweat dripped from his chest as his body tried to cool down.

Silence filled the room before Kiba wrapped me back into his arms as he laid back down on my bed.

"Your perfect, y/n. You've always been." His lips planted a kiss on mine while his fingers combed through the locks of my hair. His eyes came back onto me again, staring at me like he used to when we were kids. I felt his chest lift as he took a deep breath before parting his lips.

"I-I love you."

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