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klausysworld · 10 months

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Can you write human!witch!reader and yandere! Klaus and hes in his rut or breeding season , also where reader is Gothic but kinda shy so when she is horny, Klaus can smell it, but she loves his wolf form, so he reads her mind and decides to ask her about it, and because of that he ends up knotting her multiple times in one night.

(For those of you who couldn’t tell from the ask THIS WILL CONTAIN WOLF SMUT so like go away if it’ll make you uncomfortable. Okay love you, enjoy ;))

Ruining her

Klaus ran his hands down his lovers arms gently as she leant back against his chest. His nose brushed over the side of her neck as his lips pressed soft kisses as he moved along to her shoulder and back.

His fangs and canines elongated in his mouth and his arms circled round her to press her ass against his hard on. Her skirt was so tiny he could see her plump ass perfectly, only her fishnet tights giving her the bear minimum coverage and her thing not helping at all.

His cock was so fucking desperate to be buried deep inside her, he could feel himself throbbing under his jeans as she bent forward to grab a chip from the bowl on the table in-front of them.

He moved forward with her and pressed his lips to her back, he kissed up her spine slowly while listening to her heart patter away in her chest. Her cropped jumper was easy to push up as his hands slid up her torso to squeeze her generously filled bra cups. His crotch ground against her behind as his forehead rest against her back.

He could hear her breathing getting heavier as he knew his was too. Her arousal flooded his senses as he basically humped her like a horny dog wolf. Within seconds he had her pressed right against the couch cushions while rubbing all up on her with his face in the back of her neck.

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Klaus was never ready for the full hit of his rut. He always underestimated just how powerful it was and how hungry he got for her.

He would sell his soul to have her on all fours, bent right down for him to mount her. He just wanted to fuck her until she was so worn out she couldn’t function. He wanted to knot her until she already looked pregnant with his babies.

But really he wanted to have her in a way he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

He could still remember the first time he showed her his wolf form, how astonished she was by how huge he was. He knew he was many times the size of just any only wolf, and he loved how he could peer down at her like she were his prey.

Having her soft hands reach up to touch his face and run her fingers over his dagger like teeth. Seeing how her lips parted in amazement and her eyes search his frame. The breathless whisper of his name she gave as though she weren’t sure it was him, as if she hadn’t watched him turn just moments ago.

What he hadn’t exactly expected was the addictive scent of her desire for him.

But once he caught it, he couldn’t help but test just how much she liked him like that. So turning became a more regular occurrence for him, loving how she would curl up so his body could trap her in. He would listen to her shallow breaths as dirty little things filled her head. He would lick the area between her neck and shoulder and watch as she bit down on her lower lip to quieten herself.

It only made his rut that much harder to contain when the recurring dream of having her absolutely destroyed with his claws tearing their bed to shreds and the power of his thrusts nearly knocking her out. And what made his obsession with it fall over the edge was knowing that she wanted it too. Even if she wouldn’t admit it yet, he always knew what she needed and he would always provide.

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Klaus couldn’t help the way his nails formed claws and sunk into her shoulders, he could feel his need for her rising by the second.

“I need to have you” he whispered lowly to her and she nodded

“You do have me” she told him while arching her back to present her ass all the more better for him.

“I need you.” He whispered again while breaking the skin of her shoulders making her let out a high moan.

“Then have me” she breathed

“Love…” he murmured, still grinding up against her “I need you in so many ways”

“You can do whatever you like Klaus, I’ll always help your rut, let you finish inside me again if you like?” She offered while looking over her shoulder to him.

“Oh I will sweetheart, I’m gonna fill you up till you’re drunk on my cum” his voice was deep and gravely as he spoke, his eyes near obsidian as he looked to hers. Her arousal multiplied as she looked at his expression and she couldn’t help but imagine how he would look with his jet black fur to match them.

“Klaus…” she mumbled as she slowly pushed herself up and him off of her making a growl vibrate through his chest. Her face was flushed red and he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. His hand grabbed hers as she went to push herself up from the sofa. He pulled her back to him and brought her palm to his jeans, pressing it against his hard on making her breathing stutter and her brows pull together.

“I know what you want” he whispered “I want to as well” he felt her fingers curve to squeeze his balls lightly through his clothes “you’re gonna be such a good girl” he muttered “just take your little outfit off and go get ready for me in our room okay?” His eyes remained on hers seeing the nervousness and excitement rise in her. “Can you do that my love? Are you ready for that?”

She nodded with that same dumbstruck expression on her pretty face as he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips gently. “I’ll be right up alright?” She nodded again and one side of her mouth curled up as he leant forward to brush his lips over her ear “I’m going to ruin you sweetheart”

The second he stood up away from her she let out a breath she hand realised she was holding before reality hit her and she ran up to their bedroom.

Her clothes were off in the matter of seconds and she was checking herself in the mirror. Claw marks already in her shoulder and her pussy pulsing while her wetness spread to her thighs and sticking them together. She wiped her inner thighs a little before pulling the duvet off of the bed and onto the leather couch that wait against the wall.

She sat on her knees against the bed sheets on top the mattress, her heart was pounding and her teeth held to lower lip up as she began to doubt herself.

Though her thoughts were cut short when the sound of his heavy paws approached the door.

She sucked in a breath as he walked in. She could never get over how magnificent he looked. The pure strength his body must hold was extraordinary and her lips always parted in disbelief at the sight.

His tail wagged low to the ground and he kicked the door shut and steps onto the bed, the mattress sinking under him. He made sure to be slow as he got closer to make sure she was definitely up for it.

He could hear her swallow thickly through her nerves as he towered over her even as he sat before her. Her eyes dragged down his front to his growing pink dick that stood gaining every ounce of her attention. Her mouth watered significantly at the sheer thickness of it as it just kept getting bigger before her.

He let out a rumble to try tear her attention away but her focus was locked in. He bent his neck brown to lick over the wounds on her shoulder making her shudder and lean her head against his chest and stare down at his cock which she assumed, and hoped for her sake that was fully erect and would had finished growing.

“Oh my god” she whispered and although she wasn’t looking at him, a smirk pulled at his face and his paw moved up to push her down.

She went down without any hesitation, her hot breath ghosting his tip making him growl lowly in anticipation. Her tongue gave a tentative lick before a breathy moan left her lips at the taste and her lips were wrapped around it within a second.

His claws scratched lightly at her skin as she sucked hungrily at him, her tongue darted out to rub at his slit. She was too entranced to feel the pain of her mouth being stretched as he somehow got even larger in both thickness and length while in her mouth. His eyes shut as she swallowed around him and pushed herself further down his dick.

His paw curled down to hold the back of her head, forcing himself deeper into her throat and loving how she choked on him. He ached in her soft little mouth as his hips thrust upward making her gag and cough around him but ultimately giving no attempt to pull off him. He looked down to see her eyes nearly in the back of her head as she guzzled him like whore.

He licked his lips as he brought his other paw to hold her down, shoving nearly all of him down her throat had her face nearly purple without oxygen. Begrudgingly he let her pull back for air, though she was soon back on him and sucking him down.

His tail batted against the bed seeing her so hungry for him. He breathed in deeply, a wave of her slick hitting him in full force.

He felt the growing desire to himself inside her. To have her mewling and whining like a desperate slut. After another blissful moment of her mouth before pushing her back onto the mattress, much to her dismay apparently as she whined and tried her hardest to sit up and suck him off some more.

He would have laughed if he could but for now he needed to have her. She was so fucking desperate for him, he would never turn back if this was how she behaved.

Her eyes trailed back up his frame as she gave in and laid still beneath him. He was so big, in every aspect, she didn’t want to be in control. She wanted him to do anything he wanted with her, and if he wanted her to lay down then she would.

He hummed in approval at her quick turn of submission, seeing that glossy effect over eyes as she gazed up at him like he were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. He pulled his paw down her front leisurely, his claws lightly pressing down against her skin creating a pleasant sting and light pink lines down her chest and abdomen.

His tongue shortly follows the marks, licking up from her hip to her neck. His eyes stayed on hers, pupils dilated as she watched his long tongue dance over her body.

“Klaus…” she whispered with a breath.

He growled softly as he lowered himself down so his chest hover just over hers, his fur brushing against her as they breathed in sync. Her hands rose to stroke his face gently, her eyes glancing to his lips with a hint of hesitation. His tail swayed lightly through the air as he licked her cheek and then her jaw, his sharp teeth gently nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck to make her whimper and have her hands in his fur.

He could hear the pulse in her cunt as she tugged at his coat. He nipped his way down to her belly listening to her sounds grow needier and her hands get rougher.

“Please Klaus, please” she whispered in a chant, the plea rolled of her tongue with ease and her eyes held so much need in them he could only laugh in his head as he moved a little lower. Her legs opened without a second thought and her hands were pulling at him desperately, whispered begs repeatedly given to him.

He pressed his muzzle to her soft tight pussy, listening to her gasp and letting his tongue slither out to taste her. “Oh dear god” she whispered as he licked over her folds and clit at a slow, dragged out pace. He had imagined this moment in his head a hundred times over but never had he realised how much stronger she would taste. His senses were his greatest privilege and he took advantage of it as much as possible. He had already felt how much more sensitive he was to her wet hot mouth, then how strong her arousal was and now this? He couldn’t wait to get her on all fours.

The more he thought about it, the more effort he was subconsciously putting into his work. He had been in a daze while he passionately buried his snout in her cunt. Only when her loud cry filled his head did he realise how furiously he was lapping at her. Her chest was pushed up and her nails were dug right into the scruff of his neck.

He gave a few more licks before pulling back. Her legs went limp either side of his head as she let her ragged breathing try to even out. Not that she had much a change before he was pushing her up. His teeth grabbing onto her arm to pull her up making her whimper and sit up.

A deep bark left his throat as he rounded her, getting behind her to give her a hint which she got and looked at him nervously. He nodded his head to her in encouragement and urged her onto her knees.

“Oh..kay…” she whispered moving into his desired position “is..is this…?” She began but let out a squeak as she felt his claws in her hips, pulling her back to him and propping her ass up better. A portion of his weight was against her as he brought himself on top of her, his back legs holding himself up enough so she didn’t feel heavier than she was. He growled to himself as he shuffled against her to slip himself between her legs.

He looked down to see try see what he was doing but only found himself that much more desperate seeing her dripping little pussy shining back at him as she spread her arms out and lay her head and chest against the mattress. He could see and feel his dick growing more eager as her hand moved between them to help guide him inside her.

The loud moan she let out was euphoric to hear, almost as magical as the feeling of his fat cock being shoved inside her.

“Oh god, oh god” she whimpered, her tiny tight hole was barely fitting his tip inside her let alone any more of him. He was stuffing her full of him, inch by inch, his ears twitching at the straight up pornographic sounds she was producing.

He bucked his hips up to sheath himself deeper inside her, the cry she gave was only encouragement. His mind was spinning at the situation they were in. Her plushy walls held onto him so deliciously he was panting beyond relief, his tongue out of his mouth as he got a good grip on her before thrusting his hips at a bruising pace.

She gave no effort to quieten herself as she cried out for more and more. No dreams would ever amount to the real thing, it was like he was on every inch of her body. His hips rutted to hers in a frenzy, the intensity of the breeding season smacking him in the face full force.

He could feel himself swelling at the base of his cock, his knot forming making him let out deep grunts as his claws tore at the sheets beneath them and then at her shoulders, her hips, her back. And she relished in ever pain filled tear of her skin, the adrenaline flowing through her body as she strained as far as she would ever be able to so he could force his knot inside her.

“Oh fucking hell Klaus” she yelled as it swelled inside her. He fucked it in and out her several more times to hear her cry and moan until he found himself unable to pull out and spilling all inside her, not that their was anymore space to fill. Her eyes rolled back as it overflowed out of her and his dick continue to throb inside her. Thinking wasn’t something she could even want to do as she was overcome with the need to please him, to be bred my him and hold his pups.

A full two minute of them both remaining still as he pumped his load into her until she felt heavy with him cum, he was able to get out of her only to have not softened at all.

He backed off of her to see her covered in their mess, he wasn’t sure when she had orgasmed but by the scent and looks of it, it was more than once.

He bent his head down to lick a long swipe up her soaked cunt, savouring the flavour of them both box together as she moaned hoarsely and her body rocked to meet his luscious long tongue. He moved his way from the hood of her clit to the top of her ass, rubbing and rolling his tongue at every opportunity until she was releasing even more for him to eat up.

He only stopped when she crawled away from his mouth and knelt up in-front on him on unstable legs. Sweat covering her forming a desirable glow to outline her body as she grabbed a hairband from the dresser and tied her messed up hair back.

She looked back to him with her lips still parted in heavy pants as she pressed her lips to his, the hesitation completely gone from either of them as she moan around his tongue and her hands pulled at his fur so hard he stumbled on top of her. Her back hit the mattress and her back stuck to the sheets but neither of them could care less.

It wasn’t long at all before her legs were clinging to his waist while his solid dick shoved back inside her. Somewhat easier this time but still with struggle.

She pulled away from his face and squeezed her eyes shut. Klaus felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Seeing her face scrunch up and twist on all versions of pleasure and pain had him bucking into her once again making her moan out and grab onto him

“Mm Klaus just- oh shit- just get it all in” she whined and he did just that, getting as much as he could inside her before rocking just a few inches back and forth to keep as much of him clasped inside her as possible. His body was boiling against hers as they shook the bed with each movement, his breath hit her neck repeatedly making her head tilt back for his teeth to nip and bite at the skin.

He groaned loudly as he pounded into her again and again, he pulled his head away from her neck too look down at her. Poor thing was barely breathing as she hid her face in his fluffy chest and huffed his scent like a drug addict.

He lowed down so his forearms were either side of her head while her hips thrust up and his rocked to meet each other’s at a mind blowing speed. The bed creaked and if Klaus were honest, he aimed to break it just through force of it smacking against the wall.

He could feel how her walls quivered around his dick as he continuously stroked his tip along her cervix until it was bruised and tears flew down her face in a balance of bliss and suffering.

“I love you Klaus” she whispered and that snapped him, he was fucking in and out of her as though his life depended on it.

He was so glad nobody was home, he can only image how this could look. This was something he would keep special for her and only her, he trusted her and he loved her in ways he wasn’t aware he could. And he knew she trusted him just as much if not more, so much that she let him, wanted him to do this to her. To basically treat her like a doll while she screamed and cried for him to breed her.

And just that he would do. Stuff her full of his children and look after her while she carries them. The amount of dreams he’s had of her with her belly all swollen while he stroked her hair and feels their baby kick.

Every thought and possibility filled his mind as he locked inside her again and flooded her with his knot. The loud screams of his name were enough for him to know just how much she needed this too.

Once pulled out he allowed her a moment to breathe, his mouth gently cleaning her up before he pulled the pillow under her head to give her some support. He could sense her aching pain and bruised insides and as much as he wished he could say he felt awful, he just wanted to fuck her until she passed out and he had to stop.

“Klaus” she rasped, her hands pulling him to her “you know I love you” she murmured while kissing his head “and I’m gonna let you do anything you desire until my body can’t take it anymore”

He gave a soft growl of approval and nuzzled the side of her face. “Anything at all” she whispered looking him in the eye and he knew that the night was truly beginning…

(It’s not like overly descriptive mainly because I just wasn’t sure on it yet?? I don’t know like I do like it more than I thought I would and will definitely write something similar/better in the future. If you have some suggestions hit me, it’s a new area for me at the minute so hopefully it’s still working for yah ;) but yeah, love you all lots)

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mermaidgirl30 · 3 months

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✨Tear You Apart Part 1: You’re Mine✨

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My first dark! Joel fic and I think I’m obsessed. I plunged into this head on and got major inspiration from the vampire scene in Saltburn and Little Red Riding Hood. This is filthy and I absolutely love it! There might be a part 2 for this! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. I would love to hear your thoughts 🖤

“The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all.” - Kahlil Gibran

- Summary: Joel comes for you late at night. He always does. Always stalks, chases, and prowls after you like a starving wolf. And when he catches you, he devours you, feeds on you like the animal he is. Will you run and hide or will you give into the temptation that calls you in the forest?

- Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

- Word Count: 9,718

- Tags: Dark themes, Little red riding hood references, dark! Joel, Joel is a menace, oral, fingering, choking, unprotected P in V, cream pie, filthy smut, degrading actions, not really violent but lots of dark themes, manipulation, rough sex, dirty talk, Joel calls reader little lamb, possessive Joel, feral! Joel, post outbreak! Joel, controlling Joel, dom! Joel, submissive reader, Joel x fem! reader, Joel is in his late 40’s and reader is in her late 20’s

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Songs: “Change” and “Rosemary” by Deftones

The wind tears through the frigid night of Jackson, banging its haunted whispers against the side of the little wooden house. It screams in warning beware, beware. He’s coming. A glaring caution sign from the ghosts of the forest. They scream your name, shrieking and bellowing from the soil below as they make their way above the cold, vacant dirt, floating their way to your doorstep. Clawing, knocking, warning you that he’s close. Get out, leave. He’s near, he’s near. Run.

You want to run, want to sprint out of bed and run as far as you can, but you can’t. He’ll find you, stalk you till he hunts down your scent and discovers you hiding. You pray that he won’t, but he will. He always finds you. And when he does he takes and takes until you have nothing left, feeding his anger and bitter soul, using your body to escape whatever hell he had been through in the past.

You know he’s lost something special, something close to him. You can see it in the wrinkles that encase his forehead. See it in the dark brown flecks of his tired eyes. See it in the way he carries himself, worn and tattered like the old leather boots on his feet. Can feel it when he crowds your body as he lays over you in the middle of the night. Can feel it on his calloused fingers as he bleeds you dry from the inside, hollowing you out and sucking your lifeless soul and taking it as his own.

You never know what he’s lost, can never figure out what it was that was stolen from him. He doesn’t talk about it, will never let you in even though you beg him to. But you can feel the pain, the absolute agony that holds close to his cold heart. It’s whatever he’s lost that drives his rage, his desire for retribution. And it’s that loss that feeds his desire to take, destroy everything in his winding path. That’s why he comes, always at night, always at the dead blackness of night. He comes crawling to you, needing a way to soothe his scorching temper, needing a way to bury the agony of it all.

He’s broken, just like the shattered black military watch he wears on his left wrist. You try to ask him about it, try to graze your fingers over the broken glass, but he growls at you. Gnashing his sharp teeth as he releases the caged up wolf inside him. You know better, but you push back. Let me in, let me in, you scream. But he never does. That just pushes him further, bringing out the beast from within.

He’s coming closer. Almost here, almost here, the ghosts whisper in warning. You can feel him, as if he was already there at your doorstep, as if he was already clawing his fingers into your fragile skin. Tearing you apart piece by piece just the way he likes it.

Your body starts sweating, you toss and turn against the cold sheets that cling to your damp skin. He’s coming, they call. And it’s then that you can feel him as if he’s standing right outside. You can feel the weight of his steps on the cold, snowy ground. You can hear his shaky, quivering breaths as he trudges through the patches of white snow, can feel the warm breath as he blows it out, can reach your shaky fingers out as his breath kisses the sky. You can feel it, can almost taste it as it whips through the wind, landing up against your fogged up bedroom window.

Run. Hide. He’s here, he’s here, the voices warn. But you don’t listen, can’t listen. Joel’s deep voice washes the voices out, makes them flee from your mind. Mine, mine, he screams in your head as he claims you over and over again with his hands. Those big, rough hands that you so desperately want wrapped around you.

You shouldn’t want it, shouldn’t desire it, but you crave him like you’ve never craved anything in your life. He’s like a disease. Festering and invading your body, making you sick with want, with need. Pulling at your insides so much that you can’t ignore it. Can’t ignore the deep ache in between your thighs as you yearn for his touch, for his entire being. And you’re certain that you’re just as fucked in the head as him now.

He makes you sick. Sick with need, with desire. You shouldn’t crave him, shouldn’t want this. Most days he’s unkind, barely speaking, barely able to tolerate his own self. But he gives as much as he takes, and you crave the way he gives. And now you’re just as bad as him, just as selfish and needing as him. Mine, mine, you call in your mind. He’s yours just as much as you are his.

Your eyes open wide as you look at the small clock that hangs on the wall, the hand ticking and ticking as it reaches 1:00am, the time he usually comes after his late night watch shift. Your body quakes from the anticipation of him. You can hear him now. He’s here.

You feel the weight of his heavy feet against the wooden floorboards as he opens the front door, hearing it shriek as it closes behind him with a soft shutter as it knocks against the glass window. He’s coming, he’s coming.

You hear the narrow stairs creak as he climbs up the steep steps. He’s coming for you, coming to claim you, to devour you. He’s like a wolf in the night as he stalks his prey. His dark eyes search for you, your scent hanging in the air as he comes for it, chases it, wanting to taste it. Wanting to rip you to shreds under the weight of his body as he claws and pounces on you. Claiming you as his one and only as he dominates you. But you fully oblige, always surrendering yourself to him completely.

You’re little red riding hood, and he’s the big bad wolf that wants to eat you alive as you spill yourself for him, letting him mark his paws all over you until you can only see the blacks of his eyes as he claims you. My, what large eyes you have. But he’s talking to you as he’s in between your legs, lapping up your flavor as he looks up at you with those dark pits and smiles with his sharp canines glistening in the night. And God, you’re already wet thinking about it, already trembling in the sheets as you wait for him, waiting for him to completely ravage you and destroy you until you’re no more.

You want to touch yourself, want to put an end to that aching throb in your center as slick pools inside you, fighting hard to hold back the urge. He’ll be mad if you don’t wait for him. If he sees you fingering yourself before he gets to you, he’ll be furious. He’s selfish, always so fucking selfish with you. He wants to be the one that makes you feel good, under his conditions. He’s dominating, controlling, wanting your orgasms to come from him and him alone. He’s greedy, but he always gives, feeding into your sweet desires as he revels in your body, in your arousal, in your taste.

You hear the rusty doorknob twist and turn under his grasp, hear the door start to creak open as his dark form clouds against the darkness of the hallway. Take me, take me, you beg in your mind. And you swear he can hear you as he stalks towards you with his massive form.

He’s tired, you can see it in his weathered stare as his dark eyes search for you under the silky sheets. He throws off his tan, heavy coat and tosses it to the side of the room. As he makes his way to you, he pushes up his plaid, green sleeves slowly, exposing thick veins that spiral down his arms, ending in his massive hands. You gulp at the sight, taking in the way his arms flex against his sleeves. They pull and tug so tight that they’re bound to rip at any moment as his bulging muscles encase your nimble body.

He stops at the end of the bed, pulling back the clean sheets as he takes in the sheer nightgown you’re in. His eyes trail over your body as his deep scowl turns into something primal, dominant. “Get up,” he demands as he yanks you up by the wrist and pulls you to a standing position. There’s never such a thing as a hello or hi, beautiful. Only ever demands and commands as he comes for one thing, your body.

He pulls up the wooden chair that sits in the corner of the dark room and places it in the middle of the floor. He looks up at you with the darks of his eyes and curls his index finger, coaxing you to sit in the chair. Your body is hypnotized as you dance your way over to him under a waning spell that puts you at ease.

“Sit,” he says firmly as he pushes you down gently, your back hitting the hard wood as you sit up straighter, preparing yourself to give yourself to him. Your hands fall flat against your thighs as the sheer nightgown barely reaches the tips of your knees. You can feel the cold wind as it blows hard outside your window, can almost taste the white snowflakes that linger on his leather boots.

Your breathing goes ragged as he circles the chair. Circling and circling as he trails a calloused finger over your bare shoulders as he takes you in with his chocolate eyes, inspecting you as he drinks in your features. Your throat goes dry as you watch him stalk around you. He’s a hungry wolf and he’s starving for you.

“Tell me, have you been a good girl today?” His words drag against his teeth as he snarls the words out. He continues to circle, making you audibly gulp at the words that leave his mouth.

“Yes, sir,” you answer, your nails digging into the flesh of your aching skin.

“Have you touched yourself today?” he asks as he circles you again, peeling his hands over your arm as you shiver from his rough fingers.

“N-no,” you stutter out, falling over your words. Except you had. You did earlier in the shower, thinking of Joel’s hands, pretending his fingers were yours as you made yourself feel good, spilling yourself all over the tiled floor as you called his name. Joel, Joel.

“You filthy little liar. I know you did. I can smell your arousal all over your fingers.” He grabs your hand tight and pulls it up to his nose as he inhales deeply, his eyes closing as he breathes in your scent. When he opens his eyes up, he takes your fingers into his mouth and sucks slowly, watching you with cold, heavy eyes. Your eyes go wide as you watch him slurp your taste up. A wave of slick runs down the seam of your lacy underwear, and you have to squeeze your legs shut at the growing throb that’s now aching to be touched.

He releases your fingers slowly as you watch him pool his saliva all over you, watching it slide over your hand as he drops it back to your knees with a slapping sound that echoes through the walls of the bedroom. He makes a slow, steady circle around you as he halts right next to you. You see him out of the corner of your eye as he bends and places his hands on his knees, slowly curving his spine as he eyes you with a hard line strewn across his lips. You gulp and sit up straight. You’re in trouble, you know it too.

“I, I didn’t mean to…” you squeak out carefully.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me,” he growls. You automatically go quiet, afraid to interrupt him again. “The next time I find out you pleasured yourself without me, I’m gonna make you fuck yourself on my fingers while I watch, you got that?” he hisses.

Your mouth drops open at the mention of you fucking his fingers yourself, and you have to gulp down a moan at the thought of it. “Mhm,” you hum.

“Repeat it!” he yells, anger seething up in him.

“Yes, I understand,” you say with your eyes low, looking down at your shaking hands.

“Good.”

He skates around and stops in front of you, bending down as he places his rough hands on your knees. “Now, what are we gonna do with you, huh? You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks as he moves your hands away and places his own on the end of your sheer nightgown.

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice shaky as he inches your nightgown higher, grazing his calloused fingers over your thighs, feeling that low tingling sensation start in the back of your spine.

“Good. That’s good,” he groans as he pushes your nightgown up higher and higher, climbing up your thighs until no more material is touching your legs. The only thing left is your white lacy underwear that are ruined from how drenched you are.

“Now, tell me. What were ya thinkin’ about in the shower?” he asks as he slowly pushes your thighs apart, trailing his fingers up nice and slow as he teases you, getting you all worked up for him.

“You, I was thinking about you,” you gasp as he pushes your legs even further, causing more slick to build up from the action of his rugged hands.

“Were ya thinkin’ of these fingers curling up inside you as I make you cum? Or maybe my tongue swirling around that pretty pink clit of yours?” he purrs as he glides his fingers against the edges of your lace, almost touching you where you need him as he ghosts over your center.

“Y-yes, both. Please, Joel,” you beg as he teases you again, ghosting over you without so much as a light touch to your aching center.

“Please what?” he asks with his brown eyes growing darker, the edges of his pupils expanding into dark coal.

“Touch me, please,” you beg, licking your lower lip in anticipation. He sees you slide your tongue over your lip and you see his eyes grow sharper, arousal swirling all around his black pupils.

“Well, since you asked nicely.” He glides his fingers through your clothed folds, and you gasp at the feeling of your budding arousal. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he groans as his chest rises and falls in waves, pulling his fingers away again as you huff in frustration.

He loves to tease you, loves to torture you as he builds you up and then makes you beg for it. He wants to hear it, wants you down on your knees as you plead and moan for him, calling his name as you beg again and again. Touch me, taste me, fuck me.

“Joelllll,” you beg again, dragging the last syllable out as you call his name, needing his fingers on you, needing his tongue, his cock, his everything.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” he teases, trailing his fingers over your seams again as he slowly unhooks the material from your hips. He slides the wet material down your legs and disposes of them on the ground, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

He pushes your thighs apart and smooths a thumb over your center as he slides it all the way up, collecting slick as he goes along. You shudder under him as you feel yourself drip on the wooden chair, so turned on that you feel like you could orgasm right at this moment. “Goddamn, you're drenched,” he groans as he takes his thumb in his mouth, sucking all the slick off as he stares into your eyes intensely. And fuck, it’s hot.

“Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and show me exactly what you were doing in the shower. Go on,” he nods at you. “Show me how you touched yourself.” He stands back against the wall and leans on it, crossing his arms and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration, watching as his flexed muscles pull at his plaid shirt. “Any day now,” he says sternly. “Touch yourself. Now,” he growls. You automatically obey and nod up at him.

You gulp saliva down your throat and slowly bring your right hand over your center, gently pressing your fingers to your throbbing clit as you circle yourself, leaning back into the chair as a quiet moan escapes your mouth as you feel the pressure building fast. You’re so close, already so close.

“Eyes on me,” he commands as the low, guttural sound emits around the room.

You pull your head up and lock eyes with him as you focus on your breathy moans, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves again and again. You hear the pulsing blood rush through your ears, feel your body tense as you close in on your orgasm. Almost there, almost.

“Place a finger inside you,” he commands, his voice vibrating through your bones. You obey and slide your middle finger inside as you feel the drenched, tight walls cave around your finger. “Another,” he demands as his eyes go pitch black watching you play with yourself. You slide a second one in and curl them up, hitting the spongy walls that threaten to make you cum.

You let out a loud, aching moan as you curl your fingers again and again while your thumb circles your clit in meticulous circles. Your mouth shapes into an O position as you feel your walls clench around you. You pull out a deep rising orgasm that starts low in your spine and spreads over your heated cunt as you climb higher and higher into bliss.

“Good girl,” he growls as he watches your orgasm wash over you. White, hot heat spreading through your entire body as you ride out your first orgasm, throwing your head back as your eyes roll back into your skull, feeling the wooden chair become soaked with your slick.

You take a moment to come back down to earth, back to where you can breathe again. Feeling your ragged breaths become even as you open your eyes and focus on Joel as he stands in the corner brooding and revelling in your pleasure. He’s breathing fast as his broad chest moves up and down, can practically hear him as his breaths come out choked and fast. He’s turned on, you can see the bulge in the outline of his dark jeans as he takes you in with his eyes, trailing over your center again.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks with a deep voice rasping in the back of his throat.

“Yes, so good,” you breath out tensely. “Want you to make me feel good though,” you beg as you open up your legs for him, feeling his eyes scrape over your soaked outline.

“Oh? Think you learned your lesson?” he asks curiously with a raised brow.

“Yes, promise,” you confirm, already biting your lip at the anticipation of his fingers on you.

“Mmm, alright. Since you did what I asked, I guess you earned a reward.” He stalks toward you, bending down before you as he gets on his knees and brings your legs up over his shoulders, slowly trailing his fingers up your inner thighs as he works you up again, getting you ready for your second orgasm.

“Look at this pretty pussy, all soppin’ and drippin’ for me. Want me to make you wetter? Want me to make you see stars?” he purrs as he blows on your center, making you buck your hips up at the breezy feeling as it tickles your most sensitive areas.

“Fuck, yes,” you squirm, begging for his touch.

“Mmm patience, little lamb. Gonna take ya nice and slow. You gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers?” he groans as a deep growl escapes his chest.

“Yes, fuck. I’ll be the best girl, your best girl,” you whine out.

“Mmm that’s what I like to hear,” he praises. Before you can respond, he licks a long, slow stripe up your center as you moan out his name.

“What’s that, little lamb? Couldn’t hear you over your moans,” he teases.

He pulls you lower in the chair as the wood scrapes along your back, feeling his rough hands wrap around your thighs tight. He inhales deeply and then spits on your cunt in a degrading, ravishing way. He takes his thumb and spreads the warm spit over your folds as you writhe under his touch.

“Hold still,” he warns as he presses his other hand on your thigh. You nod up at him and let him continue stroking his thumb up and down you, spreading your wet folds as he gently presses slow circles around your bundle of nerves. You let out a low, drawn out moan as he slips two fingers inside you and flicks his tongue back and forth in slow, lapping circles, so close to bringing you to the heavens again, so close to orgasm already.

One more thrust inside of you and then he’s pulling his fingers out, leaving your clit as he takes his mouth off you and backs up, dropping your legs from his shoulders as he stays straddling in between your legs. Why did he stop? Why did he fucking stop?

“Joel, I need to…I need to…” you whine out. He hushes you with the swipe of his finger to your lips, and you quietly pout as your eyebrows furrow together. Need to cum, need to cum.

“Think you deserve it?” he asks as he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, building you up even more as you beg to cum.

“Yes,” you cry out, your clit throbbing with need, your body sick with desperation to let go.

He chuckles a low laugh and smirks up at you, his dark eyes honing in as the black pits expand around him. He’s cruel, wicked, a devil in disguise as he torments you. He knows what he’s doing, he knows.

Filthy trickster, vicious teaser. Cruel, cruel, cruel, the voices whisper in your mind, filling you with regret and longing as you dig your nails into the wooden chair, feeling your body screaming at you. Let go, let go. Need to cum, need to cum. Joel sees the torment in your needing eyes, sees the way you’re scraping your nails into the wood as you beg him to release you with your watering eyes.

“You know, the female orgasm is a complex thing. I can feel you screaming inside to let go, can see the way you ache for release.” He grunts as he pushes a wet, hot finger inside your mouth, slowly pushing a second in as he slides his fingers further up, feeling your saliva cake around him.

“Suck,” he commands. You do as he says and suck his fingers, feeling your sweet arousal slide down the back of your throat. “Good girl,” he praises, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps his fingers inside your panting mouth.

“It’s just so hot to watch you suck my fingers with your dripping slick all over them,” he says as he bites his lip, sending his fingers further down your throat as you gag and choke on them, seeing his eyes become full black pits as he watches with pleasure. “Such a good girl, choking on my fingers. Wanna see you choke on something else,” he growls as his sharp incisors beam up at you in a smirk as he slowly releases his fingers from your mouth, pulling saliva with him.

You groan at the sight of his disheveled, tousled curls, at the grey patchy beard that encases his face, at the smoldering stare he’s giving you, at that devilish smirk that’s taunting and teasing you in the most torturous way.

“Your mouth. God, your mouth looks so inviting, and your teeth. They’d feel so good closed around my neck,” you whine as you beg him to finish you off, let you cum in peace.

“Mhmm. The better to eat you with, my dear,” he smirks. The little red riding hood quote takes you for a ride as you feel your cunt clench up around nothing, needing a release.

He smirks up at you once more and winks before he dives back into you, his fingers curling up inside as they jab up into your spongy spot, his mouth pulling and sucking your clit into his mouth. You feel the bubbling sensation, feel the waves crashing around you as they pull you under, drowning you in a wave of bliss and white heat as it explodes around you. You scream his name loud and desperate as you feel yourself let go. You clench around his fingers and then release, spilling your slick all over him. But what takes you by surprise is that’s not all.

You feel another orgasm take over as your body crumbles underneath him as he continues licking up your slick, working his fingers up and down you as he draws out more, spilling all of you, taking all of you for himself. Selfish, so selfish. But he builds you up so good that this is the best release you’ve ever experienced, like you’re walking on cloud nine as you feel a squirting sensation take over. Feeling yourself inject him with your slick as it sprays all over the front of his plaid shirt.

“Goddamn!” he yells as he pumps his fingers inside you, slowing his rhythm as he works it all out of you. You feel your legs shake and shutter around him as he holds your thighs open, not letting you close until he’s gotten every last drop out of you. After a few seconds of total bliss, you feel your body relax as there’s no more. That was the most intense orgasm of your life, and you wanted more. Needed him to continue to do that for however long this would go on.

“See what happens when I make you wait, when I tease you,” he smirks. “Makes you feel that much better,” he smiles, a devilish grin taking form on his face.

“You’re a menace, Joel Miller,” you respond out of breath, your eyes glazed over as you look over his aroused face.

“A menace, huh? Is that what I am?” he laughs.

“Yes,” you say carefully.

“Better watch your mouth,” he warns, slowly sliding his hands over your pale skin as he drags over your thighs, ending at your knees.

“What if I don’t?” you mock, wanting to test the waters, wanting to feed his anger. Keep quiet, keep quiet, the voices whisper. But you don’t listen. You never listen, always pushing them aside.

He stays quiet for a moment, but you see his features turning from day to night. He’s furious, his anger fuming inside him as you challenge him. Back down, back down, run, the ghosts scream. But you don’t. You stand your ground, let him rip into you as he takes control. You want him to, you need him to. He’s ruined you like the dead soil that lies in the snowed over dirt outside. He fucking ruined you.

You watch as his eyes turn frigid, his blood running cold as his eyebrows furrow up, his rage conforming to every bone in his hollow body. He’s on you in the next second, his hand wrapping around your throat as he squeezes just slightly, not enough to hurt you. He’s warning you, declaring his dominance over you. Telling you that he owns you, controls you.

He hovers in front of your face as his hot breath blows over you, smelling a hint of coffee and whiskey as it surrounds you like a cloud. You could get drunk off his scent, drunk off him. “Don’t you dare talk back to me, little lamb. You know what happens when you open that pretty fuckin’ mouth of yours.” He narrows his eyes as they stare into you like sharp daggers.

He squeezes your neck tighter and you try to open your mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s not to the point of pain. He never goes too far, only gets you close. It feels good, so good the way he’s squeezing, the veins in your neck begging him to put more pressure into it. You’re sick, infected with his poison with the way he mind fucks you into doing anything he says. You're a puppet, and he’s pulling all the strings.

Get out, get out, they scream. He comes to take, he comes to destroy, they warn. But you don’t care. Let him destroy. You want him to, need him to destroy your body. You let him take, let him consume you as he throws you to the wolves. Except he is the wolf, and he is the one that tears you apart piece by fucking piece. A lamb to a wolf’s slaughter.

He ghosts his lips against your ear, slowly biting down on your earlobe as he pulls down sharply. You wince and he lets go slowly. His rough tongue glides up your jawline as he squeezes lightly around your throat, building that sweet pool of arousal up again as he twists your emotions. You can barely tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore. He’s been so rough with you, has done so many demoralizing things as he takes and takes from you, feeding his hatred and anger from the ghosts of his past. But he makes you feel so good, so fucking good. You can never deny him, can never run from him. You want it, you want it. So you’ll have it, you’ll have him.

“I could just eat you right up,” he purrs as he bites at your lower lip, pulling it back and releasing as it slaps back into place. You feel the sting of his teeth mark your throbbing lip, but it feels so good. So good.

“So do it. Take me,” you beg, choking out the words with his strong hand wrapped around you.

His eyes go black as he smirks up at you, his eyes smoldering into yours. “You asked for it, little lamb. Now c’mere.” He growls as he releases his death grip on your neck and yanks you out of the chair, slamming you into the white wall as he pins your arms above you and shoves the sheer nightgown up your body. He rips it over your head and tosses it to the floor in a heap.

You feel the cold air across your bare skin as his body crowds you, his lips sinking deep into your neck as he bites at the thin flesh. He pulls and tugs and sucks in a needy, aggressive way. You release breathy moans as the pain turns to pleasure, as you fall deep into the wolf’s trap as he claws at you. Taking, taking, taking. He’s rough, insensitive, always taking what he wants, what he craves. But you let him, you always let him.

He rolls your nipples with the pads of his rough thumbs, gathering your breasts as he kneads them together, making you pebble underneath him as he bites at them, leaving marks all over you. He claims, he takes with no regard for you. It’s what he needs, but you need it just as bad now. He’s brought you to ruin again and again, and he’ll continue to take advantage. You’ll let him, you’ll let him.

He glides his tongue back up to the crook of your neck and bites hard as you scream in both pleasure and pain. It’s too much, too much. But you take it, allowing him to have his way with you. He needs it, he needs it.

You feel the edge of his bulge against your leg as his hips dig into you, feel the shape as your body shakes around you. You want it, you need his cock. Your hands are still held against your will above you, so you lift your leg up slowly, skimming the base of him as you feel his large length through his denim. He grabs your leg fast and shoves it down as he grabs your chin and brings your eyes to his level.

“Did I say you could fucking touch me?” he snarls as his jagged teeth shine in the moonlight.

“No…” you whisper scarcely.

“No is right,” he snarls with bared teeth. “You do as I say when I say it. Got it?” he asks as he shoves you up against the wall, keeping his hand planted firmly against your jaw.

“Yes, sir,” you respond with a shaky breath.

“Good girl,” he smirks. “Now, let me teach you a little lesson on how to fucking do as you’re told,” he growls. “Stay,” he commands as he leaves you clinging to the thin wall. He saunters over to the wooden chair and takes a seat as he spreads his legs, palming himself slowly as one hand unlatches his leather belt and drops it to the floor with a clank.

“Get on all fours, now,” he commands as he swiftly unzips his jeans, slowly yanking them to the ground as he kicks off his leather boots and pushes the jeans to the floor, leaving him bare from the waist down. You gawk at the size of him, of that massive twitching erection as it plants firmly against his tight stomach, a bead of precum glistening on the swollen tip of him. He’s so fucking pretty sitting there, about to palm himself as he watches you. Something about that brings out the sultry, unruly side of you. You want to taste him, need to feel him inside you.

You’re on all fours, waiting for his commanding call as he allows you to come to him. You need to feel him, need to taste him, need to smell him as his hot arousal encases the air, taking over every logical sense of your brain as he calls to you in your mind. Come out, come out wherever you are, little lamb. Time to come play with the big, bad wolf.

“Crawl,” he growls from the middle of the room, glaring his dark black pits into your soul. You generously oblige as you scrape your nails over the wooden floor, feeling your knees drag behind you as you make your way to him slowly and steadily. You feel your eyes gloss over with pure lust as you stare up at him, watching him pump his hand up and down his large cock, spreading precum all over himself. You gulp at the sight, at the massive length he has on him.

God, he’s so big. So big that when he takes you, he stretches you to your limits. Splitting you in two as he drives into you over and over again. It’s never vanilla, it’s always rough. So very rough. But you like it. Like the way he feels inside you as he claims you, dominates you. You’re mine, all mine, he grits through his teeth as he takes you, digging his nails into your skin as he rips at you, shredding you to pieces.

Take me, take me, you beg through your mind. And you swear he hears you by the way he sits up straighter at full attention and smirks down at you with eyes full of pure lust. And he’s telling you now with his smirk, with his eyes. You’re mine, he growls. And you know it, you know it. His to take.

You grovel over to him, batting your long eyelashes up at him as if that’ll stir the desire in him. You bite your lower lip and flick your tongue across the edge seductively as you smolder for him. Take me, take me, you scream.

The anger builds in him as he snarls down at you and hisses as he continues to pump his large length. The thick veins cascade around his thick cock as shots of precum drip down around him, ending in his coarse, wiry hair. You want to taste him, need to taste him. You’ve never craved anyone like this in your entire life.

He wrapped his twisting vines around your wrists and pulled until he had a forceful hold on you. He dragged you through the pitch black forest and devoured your body, claiming you as his own in the first week he met you. And you were hooked ever since, never being able to say no to him. You could even hear the forest shrieking its warning calls. Run away, leave, get away from the wolf with dark eyes. But you didn’t listen, only hypnotized by the dark, dominant beast of the night.

When you finally reach him and work your way in between his legs, he grabs your jaw with his rough hand and forces you to open as he squeezes you tight. “Tongue out,” he presses and you fully oblige.

You stick your wet tongue out, and he brings the tip of his cock to you as you slowly lap at the end with your tongue. “Fuck,” he groans from deep in his chest as he stares down at you with a snarl. You slowly draw sensual circles with your tongue along his most sensitive spots and lap up precum into your mouth as you generously swallow the salty flavor of him. You smirk up at him as you lap at his tip, giving him your best smoldering eyes that you can.

You watch his eyes turn coal black as he grabs the back of your hair and pulls your eyes up to his. You wince at the pain simmering through your skull as he holds you tight, unable to move an inch from him. “Quit fuckin’ teasin’ me,” he growls as his piercing eyes sear through you like a knife. He pulls your hair tighter and you cry out in pain. “You gonna be a good girl and behave?” he asks with a twinge of anger in his deep voice.

“Mhm,” you nod as he stares his hard eyes into you.

“Better be.” He bares his teeth as he lets his grip drop from you, and you catch yourself on his knees. “Now be a good little lamb and show me how good your mouth fucks,” he growls as he sits back in the wooden chair and scoots his hips up, waiting to be pleasured by you.

You’re quick to appease him. You wrap a hand around his thick cock and slide your hand up and down, spreading precum all around his length, and then you take him in your mouth. You work him nice and slow as you bob up and down, up and down, gathering spit all over his cock. He moans a deep, sated sound out of his throat as he watches you with hollowed out black eyes.

You continue flicking your tongue and sucking his thick, substantial length as you work up and down to please him. You can tell he’s right on the edge of release by the way he’s clenching his jaw and breathing out ragged, concentrated moans. But he won’t end there, not tonight. He’ll push your boundaries, he always does.

As you pull back to his tip, he reaches down and grabs your hair hard and thrusts up into your mouth. He brings your head forward and forces you down as his large length hits the back of your throat, making your eyes start to water from the action. He doesn’t let up, he just keeps thrusting harder and faster as he mouth fucks you forcefully.

You choke and gag on him as he hits the back of your throat over and over again. Your mouth is a swimming pool of saliva as it drips down your chin, caking his cock with slick drool. You feel like you're drowning and can’t breathe underneath him, but he keeps going. He’s almost there, almost there. Need to breathe, need to breathe. Your eyes water as tears spill down your crimson cheeks and fall to the cold floor. He’s pushing you, always pushing you to your limits as he pushes past them. He loves when you choke on him, loves to hear the gargled, gagging sounds as your throat constricts around him. And when you look into his black eyes and see the way he bares his sharp teeth down at you, you know you made him feel good.

“You look so goddamn pretty choking on me, little lamb. Feels so fucking good when you deep throat me, when I fuck your mouth with my cock,” he moans as he pushes you deeper, nearly suffocating you under the weight of his massive cock that’s coated in drool. “Now you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow for me,” he commands as he thrusts inside you.

You can’t take much more. You’re out of breath and you’re digging into his thighs as you continue to take him, barely able to hold on anymore. You see him clench his jaw again, his breath speeding up as he groans curses out of his mouth. He’s there, he’s there. His dark eyes roll back as he holds your head in place and releases his load all through the back of your throat. You feel the white, hot liquid slide down your throat as you swallow the salty taste of him.

“Good girl. That’s a good fucking girl,” he growls as he finishes releasing himself in you. You watch his body go slack against the back of the chair as he breathes hot, whimpered moans from deep within his chest. He drops his hand from the back of your head, and you pull back, finally able to breathe again. You catch your breath and cough as you choke on more saliva and cum. You brace your hands on the cool floor and sink your nails into the wood, getting a grip on reality again as your body comes back to earth. Your voice is so shaky, so raspy as you wipe the drool from your chin and swipe the tears from your eyes.

He takes, he takes, the voices whisper. But you let him take, you let him ravage you as much as he wants. Don’t give in, don’t listen to the beast. But you do, you always do. The beast has claimed you as his, and little lambs always listen to their master.

The shrieking wind blows against your window, warning you of the beast that lies inside. Warning you that there’s danger near, and it’s lurking. That danger sits in your wooden chair, revitalizing himself before he crowds your body over the bed. He’s not done with you just yet. He needs to feed, needs to devour the entirety of you. He needs to destroy every last part of you as he claims you for himself over and over again.

He slowly pushes himself out of the wooden chair and grabs your arm, pulling you up from the cold floor as he grasps you tight. “On the bed,” he commands as he bares his teeth and pulls you over to the queen sized bed. He pushes you down as you fall on your back into the cool, satiny sheets.

He slowly unbuttons his plaid shirt as he stalks toward you with dark eyes that look like they want to devour you whole. When he gets to the last button, he pulls off the shirt and drops it to the floor, leaving him completely bare. He’s so goddamn handsome that it hurts to even stare for too long.

His broad shoulders and thick arms make it hard to breathe. His bulging veins that spider down his arms and cover his massive hands makes you want to whine in need. His tousled curls and brown flecked eyes make you want to come undone just from one look. They’re hypnotizing, spellbinding. And if you look close enough, you swear you can see the flash of yellow in his eyes as he stalks toward you, ready to pounce as he comes in for the kill.

Run, go now before it’s too late, the voices warn. The wolf comes to steal, the wolf comes to kill, they shriek. Let him, you whisper to the voices. You’re his to take. You want him to take. Take me, take me, you beg. And he will, he always does.

You feel the mattress shift underneath you as he drags his body over the edge of the bed, slowly crawling on top of you as his massive form hangs over you. His eyes are black pits as they stare at you, tempting you to come into the darkness as he drags you down again and again. Your eyes go wide and your pulse races in your neck as you stare up at the man made of nightmares.

“What’s the matter, little lamb? Scared of the big bad wolf?” he asks as he smirks down at you, his eyes pooled with darkness.

“No, I’m not scared,” you whisper out as you gulp down your fears.

“Then why can I smell the fear on you?” he smiles, his teeth like white, jagged razors.

“I’m not scared of you. No. I’m scared you’ll run off into the night and never come back.” Your voice comes out meek, breathy. Why the fuck did you just say that? His smile drops from his face and his eyebrows knit together. You can’t tell what he’s feeling, can’t tell what he’ll do. Don’t go, don’t go, you whisper. You need him. You need him.

His jaw flexes and relaxes as you see his waning features in the moonlight. He grazes his calloused fingers over your jaw slowly and comes to cup your chin as he pulls your eyes up to his. “You don’t have to worry about that, little lamb. Even if I run, I always come back. You’re mine and mine alone. Tell me who you belong to,” he growls possessively, making you desperate for his touch. You need him, you need him.

“You. I belong to you. I’m yours,” you gasp out, not able to hold on much longer. Touch me, taste me, devour me.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises.

Before you can comprehend what happens, he crashes his lips down to yours and devours you. Sucking, biting, kissing your throbbing lips as he shoves his tongue in your mouth and glides his rough tongue against yours. He swirls and swirls, filling up your senses with the taste of him. He tastes so fucking good, you could get lost in his whiskey taste, needing to drown in it until it fills up your lungs completely.

When he releases from your mouth, he cages his arms around your shoulders and crowds your body with his. “Little lamb, little lamb. What pretty eyes you have,” he purrs as he slowly pushes your legs apart with his knees, spreading you wide open for him to take. You bite your lip at the gentle praise and feel yourself become wet with arousal at the sight of him spreading you.

He lowers his head to your neck and licks a stripe up the side, right in the sensitive crevice of your neck. “And you taste so fucking good, I just love eating you up,” he groans as he bites down on your most sensitive nerve ending in your neck. You moan at the sharp, hot sensation as a wave of slick runs down your inner thigh.

He trails his hand slowly down your center, starting at your chin, gliding down your sternum, sliding over your abdomen, and ending at your wet, hot center. He spreads your soft folds and draws tight, slow circles around your clit as you hear the sloshing noises from your arousal.

“Joel,” you moan out, whining as it takes you under a sea of hypnotic pleasure. “Take me. Please, take me,” you beg.

“That’s right, little lamb. Good girls get rewarded, and you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight,” he praises through your thick cloud of pleasure. “Gonna fuck you now, little lamb. Gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he says with bared teeth.

“Please,” you beg as he takes his thumb off your clit and pulls you down further in the bed, angling your hips up as he wraps your legs tight around his back.

“You’re mine, little lamb. Mine,” he growls as he plunges his thick cock in you, spreading you wide and splitting you in two as you moan out in pleasure.

He keeps his strides steady and slow, quickly picking up the pace as he fucks up into you over and over again. Driving your moans out of you as he bottoms out inside you, pounding over and over again against your tight walls. He throws your legs over his shoulders and digs his nails into your hips as he fucks you hard and fast, repeatedly hitting the soft, spongy area inside you over and over again. It’s too much, it’s too fucking much. You whine out as you moan his name over and over again. So good, it feels so good. You can feel the pressure building, feel your orgasm about to take form as your walls flutter against his cock.

“You’re squeezin’ me so tight, little lamb. Feels so fuckin’ good. Let go for me, want you to come for me. Tell me who fuckin’ makes you feel good. Tell me who you fuckin’ belong to,” he growls as he fucks inside you harder, pressing the pad of his calloused thumb against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he circles and circles, drawing that sweet orgasm out of you.

You feel the tingling sensation wash over your head, down your spine, and ending at your aching cunt as your toes curl around him. You keep your eyes trained on him as you’re barely able to keep them open. You feel your mouth drop open wide as you let out a loud moan that’s meant for Joel.

“You. I belong to you, Joel.” You scream out his name as your orgasm washes over you, feeling your walls clench up around him and then release white slick all over his cock as he continues to thrust up inside you, as he continues to circle your pulsing clit. White, hot heat spills through you as you completely lose yourself to him. Your body feels staticky as your mind goes fuzzy and your brain fogs over, only thinking of the man with dark eyes that takes you over completely.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls as he leans over your body and hovers over you, driving his thick cock in and out, in and out. Bottoming out so many times that you see stars. He’s there, he’s almost there, he’s about to cum. Four more thrusts and his body tenses up, his black pupils expanding as he throws his head back and clenches his jaw. He spills his seed inside of you as you feel the sticky cum coat your walls. He claims you, he claims you, and you love it, can never get enough. Mine, mine, mine, he growls possessively. And you’re his, you’re all his.

He slowly pulls out of you as you feel his seed drip down your inner thighs. “Did so good for me, little lamb. So good,” he praises as he cleans the mess from your thighs, wiping away the evidence that he had been there. He collapses next to you in bed and pulls you to him as he wraps his strong arms around you, crushing you to his chest. It feels good, this feels good.

He always leaves right after he finishes, never stays to comfort or hold you. He’s selfish, mean, but tonight he holds you. He holds you. He stays. You don’t say anything about it, don’t ask him why he stays because he’ll just get up and leave, leaving you empty and alone.

You feel the heavy weight he holds close to him, feel the heartbreak he carries with him day after day, can feel the cold glass of the broken watch grazing against your back. But you don’t ask, don’t chance it. You feel the loss cover him, feel his anger seething somewhere underneath his calm demeanor. It’s there just waiting to pounce, waiting to lash out at whatever stands in front of him.

He’s the wolf that stalks Jackson, the wolf that terrorizes the forest, the wolf that haunts the whispering ghosts that lie buried in the cold, dead ground. He goes around destroying, rampaging, slaughtering in the thick of the night. He’s a menace that looks for anything he can sink his teeth into and bleed dry. He’s a looming threat over every area he enters, threatening to destroy and kill. He takes, he takes. Again and again. But that’s what wolves do. They hunt and they take and they dominate while their prey cower before them, just waiting for the kill.

Joel is a wolf. A reckless, vengeful, powerful wolf. He loves to devour, loves to control, loves to dominate you. But he also gives, never letting you go starving for his touch. He always comes at the dead of night, always pulls you from your deep sleep to tumble around with the wolf in the sheets.

He’s like a melodic, captivating melody that hypnotizes you, calling you into the forest night after night with his deep howl. You always go, never ignoring the call that’s meant for you and you alone. And when you go, the ghosts reach for you from under the dirt and try to pull you away, warning you of what you’re about to face. But you ignore them, stepping over their graves as if they were never there. You go, you always go. Never betraying the lonely wolf with the sad, dark eyes.

It’s now while he holds you tight in his arms that you realize maybe you were meant to find him. He’s broken, a lone wolf that walks the hollow streets of Jackson just trying to find a purpose to keep going, to keep fighting. And when you showed up a few months ago, it's like a little light turned on inside him when it was all around black before you came.

You see him now for what he really is. He’s not all bad, not all teeth and claws. He yearns to break free from his wolf form, begging to run free with the rest of the pack instead of being cast out like he is. You see it in his wrinkled forehead, in his jaw that repeatedly clenches and relaxes, in his dark brown eyes that hollow out when you stare into them.

He’s so close, so close that you smell his mahogany forest scent that clings to him as it pulls you in, intoxicating you into a relaxed state. He stares at you with those dark eyes, his chest breathing in and out in shallow waves. You try something new, feeling brave all of a sudden. You slowly reach out your hand and brush it through his tousled curls, gently moving away a dark piece that falls against the side of his face. He doesn’t move, doesn’t lash out at you like a wild animal. He stays calm, just staring at you with a soft expression. His eyes change to a chocolate brown instead of the deep black pits he usually has. And then he surprises you by reaching his hand up slowly to your face, hesitating at the gentleness of himself. He trails his calloused fingers over your cheek, as light as a feather as he takes in your tranquil features.

He changes, he changes, the voices call. No more teeth, no more slaughter, they chant louder. A quiet victory to the ghosts that haunt the forest.

And just like that, you have tamed the wolf, controlling all his pent up rage, giving him the restitution he needed all along. You can see it in his big brown eyes, how he looks at you as if you saw him for the first time when no one else did. When no one else could give him what he needed. He needed someone that could understand all the hurt and loss he had been through. You’ve lost, you’ve died a thousand times through grief, but you found your way again through him. The hungry wolf that you were searching for all along.

And so the lost, scared lamb found herself in the face of the big, bad wolf. He came to destroy, to take, and to use. But you found a way to tame the claws, to tame the gnashing teeth. Somehow you controlled the beast, showing him that he truly wasn’t alone. Never leave, never leave, you call to him in your mind. And it’s like he can hear your thoughts because he drags his thumb lightly down your jawline and responds.

“I’ll stay, little lamb. I’ll stay,” he whispers. And he does, he does.

Maybe not all wolves are out to steal, kill, and destroy. Maybe there are wolves that are just lonely, broken, needing to know that someone understands them. Needing to know that they’re truly not alone. Joel is that wolf. He just needed to find you. He needed to find the lamb that wouldn’t run and cower in his presence. He needed a lamb that would stay by his side, that would show him the way out of the dark and into the light. He needed restitution. He needed you. He needed you.

And so he stays, he stays. The lonely, bleeding, broken wolf finding resolve and contentment with the quiet, gentle lamb. He stays.

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ghost-bxrd · 1 month

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Fae!Dick scaring Lex Luthor? He deserves that :)

I don’t know much about Lex Luther apart from that he made Conner and that he’s kind of Superman’s nemesis so take the following headcanons with a grain of salt. 💚

Science and Fae!Dick only get along to a certain point. Dick does NOT like it when people mess with the natural order or with nature. So him heavily disliking Lex from the get go is a given.

Dick isn’t allowed to make him go away completely (Bruce sadly put his foot down regarding that) but he takes full advantage of the galas they attend together to absolutely HOUND Lex. If he’s not allowed to make him into food for his trees, he’s at least going to have some fun with the human.

Lex learns to DREAD each public event he knows Wayne’s strange kid will attend, and no matter how much he tries to avoid him, the boy is always suddenly THERE.

Lex doesn’t know what’s wrong with Wayne’s ward (he suspected alien at first), but he SWEARS he saw the boy eat a live bird the other day. And then watched as the bones rearranged themselves and flew away. He ran several tox screens on the alcohol he had that evening, but all came back clear.

Grayson, because at this point Lex remembers his name, has it out for him. Lex is sure of it. He must be some kind of metahuman, or something cooked up in Gotham’s labs. God knows Gotham is its very own warning. But Grayson’s kind of weird takes the cake, and he swears he didn’t imagine the way the boy smiled at him last night, the picture of adorable child obedience, and kept growing teeth. Lips stretching back impossibly wide to show rows upon rows of teeth that most certainly shouldn’t be in a kid’s mouth. But upon Lex’s horrified stuttering Wayne had just looked at the boy proudly and said he’s very proud of managing to brush them all in under an hour tonight. Lex downs five glasses of champagne to get through the rest of the night. Ignoring all the teeth-eyes-feathers-moss-overgrown-roots-please-stop becomes easier the tipsier he is.

Grayson wants to kill him, Lex decides. Grayson wants to kill him, and Wayne is either a fool not to see his kid is some kind meta-slash-alien-slash-experiment-slash-whatever-the-hell’s-got-this-many-teeth, or he really is as stupid as everyone claims Brucie Wayne to be. But Lex is a smart man, and he’s not gonna go down without a fight. He’ll get a tissue sample and figure the thing out and devise a plan for counteracting assassination attempts. Easy.

When Lex finally manages to snatch a dna sample from the boy and puts it under a microscope. And— he has to recheck several times, but— all that shows up under the magnifying glass are cells of plant matter dating back millions of years. And traces of animals whose remains can only be found in museums these days.

Grayson hands him a glass of champagne during the next gala. Lex has no intention of drinking it, but when he takes it from the boy’s hand and he smiles his too-many-teeth smile Lex could swear— no, no that can’t be. That’s most DEFINITELY not his tooth in the kid’s mouth, right? (He obsessively checks the mirror in the bathroom and tells himself he‘a imagining how one of his teeth is the wrong color compared to the rest)

Lex avoids Grayson like the plague after that. This kid and his mysteries aren’t worth his dwindling sanity (or his teeth). Thank you and good day.

Hehe alright that’s all I got for now. Hope you liked it 💚

#fae dick grayson #dick grayson #Lex Luther #the other things in the woods #others are spiteful creatures #and dick knows how to be disconcerting in a very strange way #Lex knows he’s being played with like a cat plays with a mouse

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beestalesofarcadia · 3 months

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Could I request some reactions from Draal, Blinky and Aargh on a teen human(gender neutral reader pls!) Who has the same personality as Marcy from Amphibia, showing them a bunch of video games they love please? Especially some being more gruesome then others, would love to read it! :D

Heck yeah dude!! I absolutely love Marcy <3 BTW this started off simple but I went off the rails completely lmao so sorry about that TwT

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You are a close friend of Jim and Toby, having grown up with them on the same block. You became a trio: inseparable. You were with Jim as he picked up the amulet, you were running beside Toby as Bular hunted you three down, and you were beside the two as you graced the grounds of Trollmarket. Your mind is completely blown by it. You were already off running around: taking notes in your math notebook of what you saw, the types of trolls that were around, facts Blinky spewed out, and even that big blue grumpy one that threatened Jim in front of you!

While your intellect proves to be insightful on the battlefield, your clumsiness also poses a potential threat to yourself and others. Regardless, you’re a valued member of the Trollhunters and have garnered respect from most of Trollmarket (and even Vendel himself). You have helped countless times, and even put your life on the line for others. Now… here are the thoughts of some specific residents of Trollmarket! >:]

Draal

Before the duel with Jim, your optimism confuses him, if not annoys him. He legit just threatened to kill your best friend, and all you can do is stare at him with stars in your eyes. Great to have admirers, he supposes. Even if they are some imposter, wannabe Trollhunter’s ally. As you walk away with the group, he can’t help but guffaw as you trip over your feet. If these were the Trollhunter’s allies- the supposed saviors of man and trollkind- then the world truly was doomed.

After getting humbled by Jim, his attitude begins to shift more. Yes, there are moments of annoyance (especially when you ask to measure his horns or teeth and ramble about things he doesn’t understand), but overall you’re strange, and it’s amusing. You are easily impressed by nearby anything he does, and that’s fine. It’ll start to fuel his ego again.

You start to hang around Jim’s more often than not and Draal enjoys having you around. The majority of the time you’re taking notes, and when you’re not, you’re geeking out about some vampire books and other fixations. He tells you he’s met a few, and when you ask if they’re anything like in the shows you watch (attractive, seductive), he hits you with a hard “no” and laughs at your disappointment. Human’s obsession with vampires was so strange.

Draal teases you a lot, and even if it’s mean-spirited you just go along with it the majority of the time. If you do mention something, he’ll back down from it. But it doesn’t stop him from occasionally knocking that new novel you got from the library out of your hand.

Video games are rather confusing to him. Not that he hates them of course! But he doesn’t quite enjoy them as much as Arrrgh does. Of course, he’ll play the more violent games you have, but he doesn’t care for the shooters. He’d much rather tear them apart with his bare hands, thank you very much. There was one time when you had to beg Draal to not destroy your TV the first time you introduced him to Skyrim.

Table-top games on the other hand? Absolutely! He loves playing DnD with you. He likes having more interaction and freedom with the choices he makes when compared to video games where you have to follow the plot. Blinky or Toby often narrates when you have game nights with the group. Out of everyone, you and Draal are the most competitive. You two both get into character and often come up with strategies. Sometimes a little too much for everyone’s liking. The table often gets crushed, and there have been times when you both were at each other’s throats.

You’re now his little sibling. No questions asked. You jokingly mention something along the lines of a “found-family” trope, and after a brief explanation of it, he just subtly agrees with that being your relationship with him. Prepare for a protective big brother, even if you know your way around trouble.

Arrrgh

You both are automatically besties. That’s it, I don’t make the rules. There’s no doubt about it that you’re all over him when you first get to meet Arrrgh. While Jim is stressed about trolls in his home and Toby is freaking out, you’re bombarding the giant, green ball of moss with millions of questions. He thinks it's adorable and while slightly overwhelmed, he doesn’t mind responding to them. His answers are short and vague though, and Blinky ends up intervening and answers with more detail.

It honestly doesn’t take a lot for him to grow attached to you. He finds your energy very endearing, and you manage to light up the room with it even during the most hopeless times. You surprisingly don’t get as overwhelmed compared to everyone else in the group, though it doesn’t stop Arrrgh from checking up on you. You might wanna write down how much of a good comfort buddy he is.

Speaking of which! If you are down, he won’t hesitate to do what he can to comfort you. If you need to vent, he is all ears. He isn’t much of a talker, but by God, he is a good listener. His advice is short and simple: usually straight to the point. Regardless, it doesn’t undermine how sweet and thoughtful his words are. Most of the time you talk about how overwhelming your parents are, and often he assures you that only wants the best for you but doesn’t know how to show it. A part of you thinks otherwise, but you know that they do mean well.

When you visit Toby’s house, the three of you have movie nights. A pillow fort is made in Toby’s room and you both bring all the movies you can. There’s finally the night when you manage to convince the two (mainly Toby) to binge-watch Twilight. You get so giddy it was hard not to laugh at your reaction for Arrrgh. He doesn’t understand the plot, but he’s interested in it. As much as Toby wanted to hate it, he couldn’t help but rant about Bella’s decisions with you and listening how she could’ve bettered herself. Arrrgh just nods, having been seated between the two of you and not able to escape the conversation.

This troll is pretty protective of you. You’re very capable of yourself, there’s no doubt about it. But again, your clumsiness is what gets you into trouble the majority of the time. There have been instances where you indirectly killed a goblin leader. Taking them head-on during their frenzied state is near impossible, but for Arrrgh, he’s more than willing to take it as a means of defending you. Thankfully, you are pretty witty, so you do find ways to drive them away from you.

As seen in the show, Arrrgh does love video games! You have a considerable amount of video games, ranging from violent ones like Mortal Combat to non-violent ones like Animal Crossing (one of Arrrgh’s favs). Knowing his past, you tend to stray away from the more mature games and settle for the “kiddie” stuff. Arrrgh loves Cooking Mama and Little Friends. Just remind him to be gentle with your switch- sometimes he forgets his strength.

Blinky:

Blinky would not hesitate to admit it, but it’s nice having someone who shares the same enthusiasm as he does! Especially when it comes to learning. While the troll cares deeply for Jim, he can admit that when it comes to their lessons, his less than enthusiastic attitude towards it can be drab. If not, a bit discouraging. With you, however, it’s a complete 180. He always sees you taking notes, commenting on their cultures with genuine intellect, and your analysis is always endearing to listen to. Although you still have much to learn, you are on the right track.

Besides that, you’re always a delight to be around with! He can’t help but admire your charming nature, even if at times you are ditzy. He knows you always mean well, so he can’t hold it against you. He’s most definitely “Marcy-proofed” his library; AKA, he’s put his more “delicate” items in safer places, and the potentially dangerous ones are hidden away.

While Blinky teaches you all the ropes of troll culture, you return the favor by explaining human culture to him. It’s honestly a mix of easy, and difficult. It’s not that Blinky’s dumb (no, far from that actually) or that you’re a bad teacher, it’s just the fact that he’s misinterpreted human customs and inventions for so many years.

When he turns human, you are most definitely the one teaching him how to drive… which was, all in all, a terrible idea. You knew how to drive. You had just gotten your permit for Pete’s sake! Blinky on the other hand? He’s a wild rider. You lost track of how many times you both almost crashed into a divider just because he assumed you were able to drive on it, or how many times you prayed he wouldn’t take the yellow light. When he finally stopped driving, you insisted you could both walk home.

Video games aren't his forte. The concept of them is interesting, especially with how much they are able to fit into a small disk! But alas, they are but treats to the normal troll. Although it doesn't stop him from being interested in what you have to show. The gruesome games intrigue him. Do humans really like violence that much? It doesn't really shock him that much. They haven't changed much even after centuries, have they?

Like Arrrgh, he’s a good listener. His advice is genuine too, especially when you run away to Trollmarket when things aren’t going well at home. You’ve come there an alarming amount of times to a point the conditions of your home were concerning him. Especially when you break in front of him, wailing about the pressures and stress you feel from your parents and the potential of moving out of Arcadia. At home, you feel unloved if you don’t achieve your parents' goals. They have given you so much, yet you feel you give so little in return. You love your parents, but being with them is draining.

Although Troll's culture is different when it comes to humans, he knows the burdens of expectations are all the same. That pressure of knowing that your best isn’t enough… he’s felt that. He assures you that you are doing your best, more than others could. He assures you that your tears are not a sign of weakness, but a glimpse of your strength. He assures you that you are enough. It surprises him when you suddenly hug him, though it doesn’t stop him from embracing you as well.

#trollhunters x reader #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #blinky #draal #arrrgh #platonic #blinky x reader #draal x reader #arrrgh x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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reader fully stops taking care of herself. doesn’t eat, doesn’t bathe, doesn’t brush her teeth. Johnny is all over it, almost ecstatic that he gets to take care of his baby this way!!! The force feeding is tough on him bc he doesn’t like having to hold you down and watch Simon force feed you, but he wants you healthy :(

But he LIVES for bathing you, brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, dressing you up!! Though he usually just sticks you in his clothes bc youre so cute

i've been holding onto this one since last night bc i bluescreened when i first saw it. like this one really got to me dude

for the sake of keeping this in the side of dark that i prefer, let's say you're refusing to do all these things because you're angry, not depressed. maybe you thinks refusing to brush your teeth will make them not want to kiss you or something lol, regardless you're lowkey trying to annoy them into letting you go.

does not work. johnny is fucking ecstatic to play with you like a doll for a few days. he does everything for you, enjoys every single second. spreads your lips wide, sticks his fingers in your mouth so he can brush them for you, laughs a little when your whole face scrunches up and hushes you like you're a spooked animal when you try to pull away on instinct.

he'd treat you so well in the shower. you'd be standing there, stiff and mopey and determined to act like a fucking mannequin, and he just absolutely does not care. do you have any idea how difficult it is to stay stiff when a giant scot is rubbing shampoo into your scalp like it's the most important thing he's ever done???? he's a little goofy with it too, lathers the ends of your hair with conditioner and plops it all on top of your head, makes himself laugh. makes big mounds of bubbles on your shoulders with the soap (pun not intended).

he eats you out, of course. lathers your whole body in his bodywash (so you smell like him, duh) and licks your cunt clean when he goes to wash it off. it's the only time you really start to struggle, but he just forces you flat to the shower wall with a hand on your stomach and completely ignores the way you shove at his head. jacks off on your shins and washes that away for you too

he haaaates watching you make simon force feed you :( has to squeeze his eyes shut for little lengths of time to try and shut out your cries. when you eventually stop fighting food so hard, he's aways trying to hand feed you (simon makes him split the duty with him 50/50, despite soap's endless begging). he'll tug you into his lap, slide little pieces of whatever the meal is into your mouth, maybe force his fingertips past your lips and rub them on your tongue a little bit to make sure you get all the flavor you can :/

he slides one of his own t-shirts over you in the morning, and is immediately rock-hard and fucks you. he does a little fashion show with you after that, fighting your stiff limbs with an easy grin as he puts you into outfits he thinks are adorable (his success rate is... not high. he doesn't have a great eye for fashion). makes simon sit and watch him dress you up, and simon just praises you endlessly in that neutral-sounding grumble that makes everything he says sound a little bit like a threat.

johnny would literally carry you around in a baby carrier if he could get away with it lol, that man would fucking love to be in charge of your every movement like this. not even in a controlling way, like simon, but just in a he-is-sickeningly-obsessed-with-you way, yk?

#asks and answers #bo writes #🌚 anon #dlmliyh

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peterparkouryo · 1 year

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prompt: your unrequited love for peter turns unhinged.

warnings: mentions of stalking, f!masturbation (referenced), unrequited love, obsessive behaviour, ptsd, erotomania, attachment issues, and bpd (borderline personality disorder)

word count: 5.9k

a/n: i was feeling dark, so read at your own risk i guess. also tysm for the love on rebound ajnskafn!! part three is in the works <3

The moment you met him, you should've known something was wrong with you.

At first, you thought it was an innocent crush, always having that feeling of butterflies flying around in your stomach when you were around him. You even looked forward to going to school, having the energy that normally you never had. He had you on a euphoric feeling.

The next thing you know, you're becoming a lot more addicted than you should've. Most people say it might be limerence, but you know that's almost complete bullshit. Now, those people could be telling the truth, but there was something deep down inside you that ached, always.

You were becoming a different person in the most unhealthy way. You started to seek him out in the school hallways, got to know his schedule, and there was even one point where you followed him home (which may or may not have been an accidental occurrence that happened more than once).

He of course did not know who you were, you weren't friends but he knew you from a few of your classes (three of them to be exact), so he had no idea of your intense feelings for him.

It was unrequited in the worst way possible. How can someone so pretty, so pure and innocent not feel the same way? Possibly because you made no effort to have an actual conversation with him, the only time you did was when he asked to borrow your pencil. Let's just say you cherished his touch on the wooden object as soon as you got home from school that day.

The boy in question is Peter Benjamin Parker. The absolute love of your life. His beautiful chestnut brown hair, those same coloured eyes that shine brighter than the sun, moon and stars. His nose as crooked as a trail through the woods, the small dotted freckles decorating its presence. The boy was one of a kind, you loved him more than you loved yourself.

There were times where you would stay up at night, fantasizing about what it would be like for him to yours. Being able to embrace his warmth, letting him be the shoulder you cry on, having special dates only reserved for the two of you. Those thoughts ate away in your head, you were too down bad, but you didn't care.

Currently, you were laying in your bed, trying to get proper sleep. It had been a long day, only having a little amount of time to see him. If it wasn't for your mother who had unfortunately picked you up early because you had a dentist appointment, you would had got to see him longer throughout the day. The class she had called you out of just so happened to be the class Peter was in, so now he probably thought you had something wrong with your teeth, which wasn't the case. You only had three hours and fifthteen more minutes until you got to see him again.

You would always get up an hour before you had to attend school, picking out your prettiest outfit for him even if he didn't pay attention to you half the time. It wasn't his fault, never would it ever be his fault. Plus, you liked watching the sun rise, imagining what it would be like to be on a random rooftop of New York, watching the star rise in its wake with Peter.

Peter had always got to school five minutes after it's starting time, reasons you were unsure of. You always tried to linger around his locker before he arrived because it gave him a chance to see you once he cascaded up the stairway. His gaze was always straight ahead (or sometimes downward depending on his mood that morning), so you sometimes purposely walk past him after standing at his locker for five minutes straight. This became a daily routine.

Though so far it doesn't seem like you have a mental illness, but there is surely something wrong with you without a doubt.

People who just have "crushes" or are "in love" are the people you tend to avoid. Those are silly feelings. Feelings that only last for a few weeks or even months. With Peter, you knew it was more than love, it made your head spin with the possibilities that you had a chance with him.

You knew Peter never felt the same way, he didn't even know your name, which is understandable because you never made the effort to get him to know your name. But there were times that made you feel like he knew exactly who you were. He would sometimes send a small friendly smile your way, ask you for help on problems that involved the classes you shared together, and even grazed your fingertips when you gave him that pencil. It was a sign of the start of your love story.

Sometimes you wrote letters to him, none of them were sent of course (except maybe the poems), and even emailed him a few times, anonymously complimenting him on his excellent work or you would write words of affirmation on his favourite coloured sticky notes, placing them on his locker before, after, or during school hours.

You knew Peter didn't take a liking into your unwanted gifts. There had been a few times when you had sent him LEGO Star Wars sets to build with his friend, Ned. You only did that because you heard him talking about it, and you loved the idea of making him happy. You even started watching Star Wars because he was so fond of it. Sadly enough, he had exchanged your gift for some sort of technology for whatever project he was making. You only knew this detail because you were there, obviously.

It would had hurt a lot more, but you were glad he was actually happy with his barters. Doing it a few more times only proved his happiness was limited and you noticed it started creeping him out instead of doing the exact opposite.

You feared the worst if he ever found out it was you all along.

Once the timer hit six thirty AM, you eagerly arose from your bed, grabbing your outfit you had thought thoroughly about since yesterday when you had went shopping with your mom. You bought clothing items you knew he would like, you were feeling hopeful.

You even snuck into your mother's beauty kit, applying a step my step makeup look you saw on YouTube last night. It wasn't too much make up, light enough for Peter to see the glow that amplify your best features.

After what felt like ages of applying the look, you grabbed your backpack from your closet, the pictures that decorated the inside only making you smile, thinking of the day that's bound to be wonderful ahead of you.

The pictures weren't anything too special, just a few off guarded candids of Peter, either reading, walking in or out of Delmar's, or your personal favourite, when you were outside in the field during gym for one class, you just so happened to catch a glimpse of his smile. You've never pulled out your camera so fast.

Yes, it was unnatural, and borderline creepy, but he didn't suspect a thing considering you're in the school's photography club. To be fair, the only reason you joined was for the sole reason of taking pictures of Peter.

Sometimes you would remove the picture from the closet's wall and get under the covers of your bed, holding it up to your face, touching yourself as you imagined what it would be like to have him engulfing your body, having his way with you.

Those thoughts were for another time, you figured you could wait until later tonight to revisit them.

When you exit your room, you make your way out of the apartment, making sure to have the new digital camera you had previously bought with your last paycheque, inside of your backpack. Though you only did photography because of Peter, it still interested you in ways that were sometimes not even related to the boy, which is less than one percent of the time.

If you were to put all the pictures you took on the small objects into a hard drive and upload it to a computer, people would be freaked out by just how much pictures you had of Peter.

You were so glad when you arrived at school, quickly shoving your things into your locker, making your way to the second floor to where Peter's was.

Your heart did somersaults, backflips, front flips even, as you got closer to the threshold. Though you knew the boy wouldn't arrive to school for another hour, you felt that if you stood near his locker long enough, you swear you felt his presence.

Walking up the stairs, dodging the many bodies of students that lingered around, you were so excited to just stand near his locker, tracing your fingers across the combination that you knew had his hands touch every so often.

The only downside to it was you didn't know his combination and no matter what you did, you could never figure it out, even if you planned to watch him put it in one day, the numbers were just so small to see, it made you feel undeveloped that you couldn't be closer to him in that sense.

What you did not expect to see when you finally were on the second floor was Peter standing at his locker talking to his friends.

No-, not friends, Ned, his only friend, and some girl who you recognized from your Math class.

She was tall, a lot taller than both Ned and Peter, she had brown curly hair and her skin was a light fair tan, her gorgeous face only adding to her appearance.

You could feel your guts inside your stomach twist and turn, the sick feeling only getting stronger when you watch as Peter effortlessly laughed at whatever it was the girl had said.

When had Peter decided that coming to school one hour before he actually does was a good idea? And why had you had no knowledge about his sudden change of schedule?

It was unfair that the boy had decided out of nowhere to change his daily routine. It threw you way off course, and you only hoped that the boy only made a change in his morning route, opting to still go to Delmar's every Wednesday (today) after school.

Your glare only got more diabolical the more you watched the three of them interact, the sight making your thoughts whirl with things only psychotic murderers would dare think of.

"Hey." A voice greets you from behind, startling you and you thanked whoever it was before you went too far off the deep end of the sight a few meters in-front of you.

You turn around, your gaze meeting your friend since freshman year, Cindy Moon.

She was a pretty Korean-American girl, her long black hair complimenting her small figure.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were only friends with the girl because she was on the Decathlon Team with Peter, and she was the only one from the team to actually make an effort to talk to you whenever she wasn't involved with studying, or being a friend to the world.

Of course the girl is aware of your "crush" on Peter, unaware of your obsessive delusions that you would much rather keep to yourself. There were times that the girl had made plans for the two of you to talk, but you were too afraid and unprepared to actually grow the balls and do it.

It's not like you haven't planned your first encountrment with the boy in your head, but you'd much rather do it on your own accords than have someone else half ass do it out of the kindness of their heart.

"Hey Cid." You reply with a small smile, quickly turning your attention back toward where Peter and his friends would have stood, but unfortunately they were nowhere to be found.

You eye twitched at the thought, scolding the girl behind you for missing your chance at seeing Peter walk away, capturing the backside of his figure as he did.

You turn to face the girl with a frown, watching her smile never disappear.

"Ready for first period? I did the homework for you!" She cheerily says, pulling a piece of paper from behind her back, giving it to you.

You take it gratefully, looking down at the Chemistry homework you knew you weren't going to do whatsoever.

Now to make yourself clear, you weren't using Cindy for doing your homework, that was just a plus. It wasn't your fault the girl was such a pushover. You had better things to do, like develop your film from your camera, find the perfect GPS tracking devices off Amazon that costed less than at least sixty dollars, and be near the love of your life any chance you got.

"Thanks." You simply say, your hands gripping the paper slightly.

"You're welcome." Cindy replies, and you were just about sick of her smiling.

"Okay, stop smiling, it's getting creepy." You tell her with a grimace, satisfied with yourself once her face slowly falls to a neutral expression.

You really had no problem with "happy-go people", it was just when someone who you knew or not had too much to smile about, it outraged you for reasons you weren't too sure of. Nevertheless, it was one of your many pet peeves, and the more you thought about those thoughts, you realized you might just be the most pessimistic person to walk earth.

There were a few things that made you happy of course, and you had a pretty well-tamed structure to maintain those happy thoughts to yourself, so you couldn't see why people most of the time couldn't do the same.

Even if it wasn't just "happy" thoughts, you knew humans were utterly incapable of keeping their thoughts to themselves. Always finding any reason to create chaos with their deliberations.

Sometimes you could never understand, maybe will never understand why humans are the way they are, yourself included you supposed.

"We should get to class." The girl breaks you from your notions, tugging on your sleeve as she drags you through the hall.

You blink a few times, coming back into reality, staring dumbly at a almost frantic Cindy Moon.

"Alright," You tell her quickly, snatching your arm away from her hold, following the black haired girl through the hallway to your class.

Your first period went by agonizingly slow. You were just itching to see Peter for your third period, and second period wasn't any better with its slow clock, which also happened to have been broken.

When second period was over after what quite literally was forever, you hastily packed your things and made a bee-line to your third period class, sitting in your unassigned assigned seat, said place had the perfect view of Peter as well.

You pulled out your notebook, the item was pencil filled with all sorts of logs of whenever you'd see or hear of Peter, and if you were to be honest, it was almost out of pages. You made sure to be careful when in public, hoping and praying that the people surrounding you didn't take a glance to see your so called "creepy" hobby and take it completely out of context. If that were to ever happen, you would quickly come up with a lie, or maybe if god was real, they wouldn't care in some sense.

You adored keeping track of Peter, it made you feel closer to him, though yes, there are other things that you do consider as close as you can get, but you know this is a way of knowing him better without actually having to talk to him.

"Is anyone sitting here?" A voice breaks you from your trance, and you smoothly and swiftly close your notebook, glancing up to the source of the voice curiously.

Your heart almost stops right then and there. You didn't want to believe it and had to blink more than twice to make sure you were seeing the person who stood before you. Suddenly, you felt this immense amount of impulse, the feeling being too reaming for you to handle.

In some fucked up way, you're sure you deserve this, having this weird inkling that the boy standing above you, almost towering you, had known about your obsession. He had only come over to tease you about it and possibly confront your creepy actions to the entire class (maybe even the entire school if you're honest). It made your head spin and you lack the proper ability to conjure up any english words, his eyes practically pleading for an answer.

"I, you,-" You start to form a sentence, scanning his attire, making a mental note in your head, and your heart beat increases to make things that much harder.

Peter was way too nice for his well-being, and normally you'd hate that in a person, but this was Peter, you loved anything he offered, and if he were to commit a violent crime, you'd be his number one defender. Hell, you'd even help him commit any crime if he asked.

Still, you figured maybe you were in some dream and Peter wasn't actually approaching you, asking if the seat next to you was available, because he shouldn't know of your existence, and it should almost be a world of fiction to allow him to ask you so.

"No." You mumble, hoping he'd heard it because you knew you weren't going to say more than just that one word.

Peter shows you a smile in appreciation and if you weren't sure you died before, you're sure you one percent died just now.

The boy sets down his bag near the free chair, and you move your stuff out the way to allow him the space he needed, watching his every move carefully.

You wonder if this was a wake up call of fate. In your head, you knew Peter was the one for you as much as you were the one for him, and maybe there was a god and the universe is conspiring for the two of you to be together. All it took was a little push.

The teacher walks in moments before the bell rings, and as quickly as he enters, the lesson starts not even seconds later.

"Sorry, do you have a pencil?" Peter has asked you in the past, of course, you remember it like yesterday and if you didn't, you knew it was probably in your 'log' notebook anyway.

You smile, a small unnoticeable one (that you made sure of), and instead of giving him a verbal answer, you dig through your backpack, pulling out a pencil before handing it to him, hearing a small 'thank you' that you surely heard.

Okay when you say a pencil, you mean the pencil, the same one you, well, had touched yourself with. Not that it was coated in anything other than your wetness, because if you were being frank, it was damn near impossible to reach climax with a object that thin.

You expertly observe Peter, your heart swelling at how tenderly he held onto the pencil, his concentrated expression doing wonders to your well-being. The poor boy had no idea of the sinful deeds you had done with the object in his grasp.

The whole lesson, you paid more attention to Peter, his scent, the way he wrote, and the many facial expressions he made whenever he was listening to your boring teacher speak. It was like watching your favourite film on repeat, learning the lines of each scene, and when you knew you had mastered each scene perfectly, you'd reenact each line word for word. Peter was your very own favourite movie, and hopefully one day he can reciprocate how you felt, perfecting you the way you perfected him.

"Here's you pencil, sorry I keep borrowing from you." He lets out a chuckle as he hands you back your (his) pencil, but you weren't up for that. As much as you would like to take it and cherish it, you knew it would mean a lot to you if he had kept it.

"No, you can, you can have it." You tell him, rejecting his hand that held the pencil.

Peter gives you a quizzical look, making sure it was okay if he did and you nod in confirmation.

"Oh, thank you." He smiles that award winning smile again.

You smile, packing your things up as the bell rings, students rushing out this dull classroom. You wanted to get out of there quickly, because you had something you needed to do and you know that if you got done in time, you'd catch Peter entering his science class with his friend, Ned.

"Hey, wait, um.." Peter calls out to you before you could exit the door and you turn around, albeit, quite desperately, seeing the boy with his backpack slung over one of his shoulders approaching you.

You feared the worst, truly. If he wasn't going to confront you in the beginning of class, he sure was now. Maybe the boy didn't want to embarrass you terribly in-front of everyone. Wanting no one around when he calls you out.

"I see you around a lot and I was just wondering if you wanted to sit with my friends and I at lunch today." Peter suggested, fiddling with the strap of his backpack.

"Not that I stalk you or anything, I just, you know, you seem cool and I guess...I don't know..." He seems at a lost for words, and you find it almost ironic how he doesn't stalk you, it being the other way around. Not that the boy needed to know that.

You stare at him, for a while, thinking of a answer that didn't seem too desperate, because had you known today was the day the love of your life talked to you for more than a second, you'd had the whole day planned out expertly.

"Sure." Was the most simple answer you could come up with, and the faltering smile from Peter grows wider.

"Cool." Peter nods in joy, walking past you, his scent ten times more stronger than it was before.

You turn around, watching him walk away, a skip to each step he took and you smile at his gleaming attitude, though you feel guilty for being the prime reason.

Guilt is such a improper feeling. Why should you feel bad for being in love with someone? Yes, it was very unhealthy with the rate you were at, you weren't even above surface anymore with the way you felt for Peter, but you honestly, didn't care.

Love came in many definitions and if you had to be delusional and down right psychotic to express that, so be it.

Michelle Jones. A fellow student at Midtown School of Technology and Science. An observant person who was well gifted in being smart. She shares your math class, the top of it as well and you envy everything about her.

Not only was she drop dead gorgeous, though she never tries to dress up at all, or even wear make up for that matter, she was also friends with Peter. You couldn't understand how or why. Peter was too good for anyone, such as Michelle herself, maybe even Ned.

Michelle didn't appreciate everything Peter did. Didn't understand him the way you did. Didn't go out of her way to send him gifts you knew he'd adore.

You couldn't see pass the logic of those two people, with much different personalities being friends.

It made your skin crawl with nuisance. What could she possible bring to the table that made Peter want to keep her around?

Of course, it wasn't like they were dating, you're pretty sure at least, but why would Peter feel the need to be friends with any other girl other than you?

You were okay with him being somewhat friends with your unknown mutual one, Cindy, but being friends with a girl you barely knew was testing your limits.

You really had no right to be jealous, Peter was barely considered a friend himself, but if you two were to be together, he simply couldn't be friends with girls much prettier than you. It may give him the wrong idea and you were terrified he'd forget about your existence entirely.

Which is why you had to give Michelle the benefit of the doubt. You studied her all math class, trying to have a decent understanding as to who she was as person, and thank goodness you were a quick learner.

All it took, really, was the entire math class to scout out exactly who she is and how she worked. Maybe you could weasel your way into her small circle, become her friend and break her down bit by bit and have a guarantee she wouldn't even think to become anything more with Peter. You'd make her insecure.

Yes, it's a patent wicked plan, you knew that, but you weren't going to risk your chances at love with Peter.

"It's Michelle, right?"

The girl incuriously glances up at the source of the voice, the math problem she was working on merely forgotten.

"Who's asking?" Michelle wondered, and you subconsciously clench your jaw, showing the girl a small, forced smile.

"I am." You tell her simply, she squints curiously at you, scanning your figure.

She was trying to reading you, you could tell. You knew you weren't really an open book, and also you were well aware that she knows you don't talk much unless talked to, so it was probably strange to her that you of all people came up to her to start up a conversation.

"Do you need help with the work?" She questions, her gaze fixated on you in a way that almost makes you feel small, but you knew better.

"Um, no, I just..." You blink in confusion, trying to think of anything to say.

It was hard having conversations with people you barely knew. The only reason you were friends with Cindy was because she literally forcing herself to become your friend, which did end up going well for you. But, overall, you weren't a people person and it was obvious, painfully so.

"I know you from Peter." You grimace, and she nods slowly, noticing your delay.

Michelle gives you a long look, a look that you could interpret as a dubious gaze, one that said she didn't quite believe the words coming out your mouth. You weren't lying, you had known her from Peter, so you really had not understood why she was looking at you like you were the world's worst liar.

You lie, but you would never lie about Peter, unless you had to.

"From the stalking perspective or because you actually made the efforts to get to know him?" You think you hear her ask, you're not entirely sure, so you blink, watching the girl's face, her eyebrow raised as she awaited your answer.

"I'm sorry?" You quiz, hoping she'd repeat the question you knew you heard right.

"I said did he tell you I needed more friends?" Michelle was calm and collected, her face almost mocking you at your delusions.

You were out of your mind, it was to the point you were hearing things that weren't actually being said.

Granted, there was a certain possibility the girl had said that and you deluded yourself into believing that's not exactly what she said, hence why you had her repeat the question she asked. There was also a possibility she changed her words for your sake.

You knew you had to get rid of her.

"Not exactly.." You trail off, your mind drifted into different possible scenarios.

"Peter," You bite back a smile when his name rolls of your tongue. "Invited me to sit with him at lunch and I know you sometimes sit with him and his friend so, just trying to make friends with his friends." You tell her, hoping to cover up your growing anxiety.

"We're hardly friends." Michelle could almost laugh at your bold assumption.

If the girl wasn't so observant, you'd let out a breath of relief at that knowledge. Your body visibly relax.

Honestly, you had no idea what to say next. You wanted to say anything, but nothing came to mind. Michelle was probably the most difficult person (aside from Peter), to talk to. You wondered if Peter considered her a friend, and that thought alone did not sit well with you.

"Oh."

"Yeah, but guess it's cool he finally had the courage to talk to you." Michelle says, and this time you know you had heard her right.

Your eyes widen in the slightest, but still highly obvious way, at her words. It wasn't right to feel this amount of joy over a sentence, but you had been waiting for this confirmation for awhile.

He finally had the courage to talk to you.

Before you could ask the girl what she meant, the bell rings and you're happiness is replaced with anger, Michelle is quick to pack her things and rush out the door, and you watch her from the window of the classroom, thinking about her words over and over again.

This was probably unhealthy, very unhealthy in fact, to think such thoughts that rushed into your head. But, no, this, this was a clear sign from the possible god above.

Peter had the courage to talk to you, which meant he had some sort of romantic feelings toward you, a stark contrast from your intense feelings for him. You couldn't believe you had not noticed the signs. Maybe because you had not had the courage yourself to talk to him, and it really flew over your head of how he could possibly develop feelings for you if you watch his every move like a hawk.

Okay, maybe not all the time, but on a occasion you would gaze at him, because you loved his face, it was memorized, tattooed in your brain. Had Peter finally come to his sense that you and him belonged together? Maybe he had knew it was you all along who sent him those gifts, which made him fall in love with you even more, the poor boy just didn't know how to approach you.

Whatever it may be, you would delude yourself with the possibility of Peter having romantic feelings for you, because it was lunch time, which meant you got to sit with him, he had asked you to and it would be a crime to deny that offer from Peter.

You couldn't see it. Actually, you refused to believe it.

Peter Parker is such an unbelievable, incredible, pure soul. You needed and wanted to corrupt him, not in the same way you did with Michelle, no, you wanted to break his innocence, let him see the world for what it truly was.

He had this facade, you could tell, that the world was all sunshine and unicorns, it annoyed you. Of course, he could be masking his own sadness, which didn't sit well with you. Peter being unhappy made your heart ache in the worst ways possible. You knew that if there was any chance of the two of you becoming two souls and one heart, you had to decrypt his positive mindset.

Though, you love that about him, it wouldn't get him anywhere in life. You had to make him see that.

The lunch was admittedly, amazing. Despite your reluctance toward his friend(s), Ned was a pretty decent person, and in the future, you knew it would benefit you if you became friends with his friends, because that's what he wants.

Ned is an easy to talk to kind of boy, and he makes you laugh, a genuine laugh, sometimes you force it if you didn't understand the joke he told, for Peter's sake.

Peter on the other hand, really didn't spare you any glances unless he was talking to the entire table, and you found it weird, he had this sort of fearful glint in his eyes each time he made eye contact with you. You were worried, couldn't read him right to have an understanding as of why he was staring at you like you committed murder and swore him to secrecy.

Maybe it was because you were awfully quiet the whole lunch period, only laughing whenever Ned said something 'funny'. Truth be told, you had no faith in your voice to conjure up a proper sentence starter, so you relied on the table, and if the topic was in your interest, you'd voice your opinion.

None of that happened, Peter fiddled with his hands nervously, like he had something he wanted to say but couldn't word it right.

At some point Michelle had come over, and he eased up from the tension he felt, which didn't go unnoticed by you, your brain ticked in irritation.

"So, uh, what did you get on your science quiz, Ned?" Peter questioned randomly. Ned was on the topic of something Star Wars related, so it confused you, but you ignored it, picking at your food.

"I dunno, dude. We literally just took it." Ned points out and you glance up curiously, just in time to see Peter give Ned a wide eyed look before catching your gaze and showing you a tight lipped smile.

You don't reciprocate it, continuing to stare at him with a blank expression. Now you could see what was going on.

It wasn't that Peter had liked you, now you doubt that very much, he had felt bad for you because you had no friends, which wasn't true, you had one. Not only that, but there was this small itching, aching, feeling that he had some sense in the know of your activities, which involved him.

Maybe not all of them, but the stalking, possibly, the gifts, probably, and that's all you know he was maybe well aware of. It didn't take a genius to figure it out, but it did take a lot of backtracking to figure out when and where he had realized you were being a creep.

Or, you could be thinking into this too much, but you're and over thinker, so you're sure that the thing Michelle had definitely said was true, and she made sure to make Peter well aware of it.

It would explain why he was so nervous when asking you to sit with him at lunch, and why the boy was so uneasy when you resided at the lunch table.

You had to get away from the trio before confirmation could be made, so you throw your plastic fork on the tray of untouched food, quickly getting up from the lunch table.

"Wait, wher-, where are you going?" Peter was frantic, and you turn around, just because it was him, seeing all three of them stare curiously at you.

"I have, something to do?" You tell him, and you know it sounds more like a question, but you didn't care.

Michelle shares an unconvinced look with Ned, who tries his best to hide it, Peter glances at his female friend for help, and she shrugs before going back to her book, ironically titled, 'Notice'.

Fuck, now you knew they knew.

Peter's mouth opens, but now you're long gone. You had no idea how you could let this happen. You thought were thorough and careful, you made sure of it. It was Michelle, it had to have been.

You wanted to curse Peter for becoming friends with such an annoyingly observant person. You couldn't, and you knew that.

Despite him knowing about your stalking habits, you weren't going to let him know you knew. You were going pretend, and become the worst version of yourself you had always feared.

Just because Peter knows, doesn't mean you were going to stop, you just had to be extra careful now. You were going to make him come to a realization that you do what you do because you love him. Peter will come to his senses and soon love you.

You just had to eradicate the obstacles in his life.

part two???

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker smut #dark!reader #dark!reader x peter parker

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yandere-daydreams · 10 months

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You’re asking for thirsts and idk if tumblr ate the one I sent yesterday about sex bot Childe SO HERES A DIF ONE (I haven’t watched the movie so can’t send Miguel sry)

Albedo definitely has a blood kink. He’s in the same boat as scaramouch so they don’t have their own blood. Scara seems self explanatory but Albedo-

One day you were just flipping through his sketch book and got a paper cut. You brought it to his attention when you apologized bc “oops some blood smeared on your drawing” and boom new kink unlocked

He might not go out of his way to draw blood but any time he sees you bleeding he takes advantage. Usually it’s putting a cut in his mouth or licking it bc his saliva is actually sterile or smt

He also really liked drawing blood with his teeth during ~nightly activities~

tw - blood, obsessive behavior, mildly n/s/f/w.

dkfjlsjkjkdsfjhgjsfhsjklsdjfk i can totally imagine albedo being the kind of yandere who's just,,, absolutely fascinated with every part of your physiology. from your saliva to your hair to, of course, your blood. he takes a pint from you once a week or so, under the of routine 'medical screenings' if you're not-yet under his care or as a little something to bring the two of you closer if you are, but the samples he takes from you rarely end up in his lab. rather, your blood is more often mixed into his paint, used to accent the nth sketching of your face he's done that night, or stored away and added to an ever-growing collection, or smeared across his palm before he touches himself to the thought of your fragile, mortal skin breaking under his teeth, of being able to taste one of the many parts of you he loves on his lips. the fantasy alone is enough to tide himself over, for now, but there's a reason most renowned alchemists aren't known for their patience.

eventually, he's going to want to drink straight from the source <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere albedo #yanderecore #yancore

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withahappyrefrain · 1 year

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Jake smugly adjusting his girl’s glasses, setting them just right where they’ve gone askew, just before he goes down on her. “So you can watch me wreck you properly, sweetheart.” 🌻🍦

Y'all can thank V for getting me to write Hangman smut. 18+ this GOT me good

It's absolutely sinful, how you can feel his signature smirk against your core, how his stare burns into you.

The thickness of his fingers create a stretch that leaves your legs shaking, your body on the precise of pleasure.

His sea green eyes never leave your face as his tongue draws circles on your clit, watching your every reaction. Jake’s hands have your hips pinned down to the bed, your body at his tongue’s mercy.

It's cruel when he retreats, removing his lips and fingers, leaving you empty and aching. One hand grips the bedsheets while the other adjusts your glasses as you bring your head up, making eye contact with him.

"Said I wanted ya to watch me sweetheart," Jake grins, "You gonna be a good girl and listen?"

A snarky remark dies on your tongue as his fingers trace up and down your slit, just enough to feel his presence. Just enough to leave you a wanting, withering mess on your bed.

"What was that?" He asks with a smirk. It wasn't that he was unsure of what you said. In fact, he was about ninety percent certain.

But he had missed your voice and your beautiful pleas.

You could be catty right back to him. Jake loved that about you. But it had also been six weeks since you last saw your husband. You could be bratty later, after your bodies became familiar with one another again, after your body remembered how to handle all of him again.

"I-I'll be good. I'll be your good girl."

The words were music to Jake's ears. He was great at keeping up the confident façade, but that didn't stop the worries that plagued his mind late at night while he was on a carrier. The possibility that you could find someone whose work trips didn't last months, who could call you more than a few times a week while away, who could actually be physically there for you. The worst part was if that happened, he couldn't blame you, couldn't be upset with you.

That's what made his stomach lurch; it would be reasonable, even understandable if you left him for someone like that.

But you didn't. You were always there when he came back, ready to greet him with open arms and gentle kisses. Ready to assure him that you were all his and no one else's.

Ready to remind Jake that only he got to see you like this, laid out and wearing nothing but those glasses he was absolutely obsessed with.

"Enjoy the show, sweets," was all he said before diving back in between your legs.

It wasn’t his words that made your eyes roll to the back of your head (though that wasn’t uncommon), but rather his mouth all over you, pressing searing kisses and nips along your most sensitive flesh.

Remembering his orders, you propped yourself up with your elbows, taking in the sight of Jake devouring you.

One of your hands found purchase in his blonde hair, gripping the short strands. A moan escaped Jake’s lips at the sensation of your fingernails grazing against his scalp. Your legs couldn’t help but tremble at the vibrations, your teeth digging into your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to follow your husband’s orders.

A broken moan fell from your lips as you felt the cool metal of his class ring as another finger thrusts in, creating a pleasure ache that began pooling in the lower pit of your stomach. It was all too much; the intensity of his stare, the lewd sounds of your wetness on his fingers.

No sooner did the back of your head reached your pillow that you felt a harsh sting upon your right thigh. Your head shot up, a whine escaping from your mouth as you felt his lips leave your clit.

“What did I say baby?” He chuckled at the way your body shuddered at his breath against your core.

“Fuck you,” you gritted between your teeth, your words only amusing Jake even more.

“Later,” Jake grinned, “But for now, I want you to see how I make you fall apart on my tongue.”

You tugged on his hair, guiding his mouth back to where you needed it the most, your eyes never leaving his.

He wrapped his free arm underneath your hips, lifting them off the mattress. The new angle allowed his fingers to thrust in deeper, causing your voice to reduce to nothing more than strangled whimpers of his name and pleas.

"C'mon baby, missed ya s'much."

His encouragement was your undoing, causing your legs to shake as you fell apart against his mouth as white hot pleasure ran through your body.

Your whines did nothing but motivate Jake to keep going, prolonging your high. The grip on his hair tightened. Whether that was your way of trying to tell him to stop or continue, who knows.

"J-Jake, s'sensitive," your voice was broken, his tongue overwhelming you as it continued to trace circles on your clit.

Jake said something against your soaked cunt, his voice muffled. Somehow, you found the strength to look up, your eyes meeting his.

He was shaking his head, his fingers continuing to thrust against that spot that made your back arch.

It shouldn't be a surprise. Your husband was a man of his word and he did say he would wreck you.

At least you warned told your neighbors that Jake was coming back today.

#my writing #jake hangman x you #hangman smut #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #hangman imagine #hangman x y/n #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman fic

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call-me-little-sunshine84 · 11 months

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Blurred Lines pt 1 (Kendall Roy x f!reader ~ 18+)

Explicit ~ Minors DNI

Characters: Kendall Roy x female reader

Summary: you work with Kendall and he has an active fantasy about how your first time together will go

WC: 950

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, voyeurism if you squint maybe

A/N: I don't even know where this came idea came from 🤣. There's just not enough Kendall smut. Basically, the whole thing takes place in his head.

Part 2 here

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When Kendall Roy wanted something, nine times out of ten he got it. What you didn’t know, what no one knew, was that what he wanted right now, what he desired more than anything, was you.

He had first noticed you a few months ago. You were a new hire at Waystar Royco, you had to be, he thought. Otherwise, he would have known about you. You were impossible to ignore. You commanded the room, even without speaking. People wanted to just be near you, to be in your orbit.

He watched you for a while, observing you from the safety of his office. It wasn’t just your body he admired, although he did definitely like that - the way your skirts clung to all your curves and your blouses always had the top button undone, showing just a small hint of what was underneath. No, he also appreciated the little things about you that everyone else seemed to take for granted - the way you bit your bottom lip when you were really concentrating, the lilting laugh you had when someone told a joke, the way you held your head down and did your job but were also not afraid to stand up to the boys club you were surrounded with.

You had spoken a few times, brief pleasantries or details for upcoming meetings, but not much more. He was technically your boss, and he was trying to control himself.

Inevitably though, you became almost an obsession for him. Consuming his every thought, he found himself falling behind at work, completely unable to concentrate. Looking for hidden meaning in every smile you directed his way, he felt like a teenager with a crush. His only relief came when he was home alone at night, with just his mind and his hand.

He had an entire scenario of how it would finally happen running through his head night after night: you would finally notice him, really notice him at work. Maybe after yet another long, boring presentation you both had suffered through. He would take you by the hand and lead you back to his office. Words wouldn’t be necessary. He would kiss you slowly, finally acting on all of the impulses he had held at bay for so long.

Unzipping his pants, he began stroking himself, already hard just thinking about it.

You would respond to him hungrily, obviously feeling the same way about him. The kiss would deepen, all tongues and teeth and lust. You would moan his name and it would be the sweetest sound he had ever heard. His fingertips would ghost over the hem of your dress, then slowly move up the inside of your thighs, barely touching you, the promise of what was coming making you more wet than you had been in a very long time.

Once his hand did reach your now-aching center, he would push aside your soaked panties and run his fingers through your slippery opening. He would have you backed against the wall for support, otherwise you might be on the floor from the feeling of his fingers curling inside you, repeatedly hitting all the right places. Taking his time, he would relish the look of absolute rapture on your face, knowing he was the cause of it. The noises you made would make him hard instantly.

He would take off your dress and unhook your bra, his mouth finding your hardened nipples. You would arch your back, begging for relief. “Ken….Kendall…” you would gasp as he quickly undid his zipper. Wrapping your legs around him, in mere seconds he would be inside you, where he had wanted to be for so long. Buried to the hilt, he would fit perfectly, like you were made for each other. Who knew, maybe you were. Each perfectly paced thrust of his hips would bring you closer to the edge.

He would then carry you over to his desk, pushing everything off into the floor and sitting you on top. Entering you again, the change in angle would have you groaning, pushing your hips hard against him, not able to get enough of him.

He put a hand against the wall and kept stroking himself, all these thoughts running through his head making his dick throb and pulse with need.

He would move a hand down to circle your clit, making your legs shake, working your body closer to climax. When it did overtake you, you would rake your nails down his chest, digging in and leaving behind crescent moons that he would wear proudly, loving the thought or being marked as yours.

Your name and a string of curses would fall from his lips as he came inside you. Afterward, he would hold you on the couch in his office, kissing your forehead and making sure you were okay, hoping this was just the first of endless encounters between you.

He wanted to make you feel like he was the only man in the world, all you would ever need. The feeling of being inside you would be like heaven on earth. Even though he was a man who could afford to have anything he wanted, all he really wanted was for you to stay by his side, maybe forever.

As this fantasy played itself out in his head, Kendall felt himself letting go, spilling his seed all over the Italian marble floor. He had to find a way to make this a reality. He couldn’t keep this up; he was driving himself crazy. How hard could it really be?

#kendall roy smut #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #succession smut #kendall roy fic #kendall roy imagine

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Kiyoomi wonders where your obsessions come from.

Sure, the show you’ve been binging has a community where you can really get absorbed into the lore, that makes sense. And yes, maybe your collecting of stuffed animals is slightly unhealthy, but he supports it none the less.

But more importantly, he doesn’t know where you’re obsession with him comes into play.

The jackals constantly tease him for the cheesy cheek kisses you give him after you drop off his lunch (which he totally forgot on accident, and not so you’d come give him said kiss), he’s always finding affectionate sticky notes littered around his stuff, and your nose always ends up being buried somewhere against his body when you cuddle.

“Babe, I need to pee-“

“No. I’m not done getting my kiyoomi fix.”

If he’s learned anything, it’s that you’re never really ever done from getting your Kiyoomi fix.

In the morning, he’s not allowed to leave youve covered his face in as many kisses as you deem necessary, on his nose, on his eyebrows, the precious moles above his left eye, and especially on his lips- he tries to get you to stop so he can leave for practice, but who is he trying to kid, he loves your enthusiasm of affection, and he knows you know.

You do have a cute aggression problem, somewhere in the biting genre- (“don’t bite my nose, it’s still marked from the last time you fuckin’ sank your teeth into it.” “Well it’s a cute nose, what else am I supposed to do?” “You could just not, that is an option.”) but otherwise, he’s content with it. Despite his pouts, he knows you know he doesn’t mind you nibbling his ear, or sinking your teeth into his shoulder when you’re intimate, it’s just part of your love language, and he thrives on it.

(Usually, anyways- the other night, he grabbed your cheeks in one of his hands as you went to bite him, his brows furrowed as he snarls out a firm “if I feel one fuckin’ gnasher on me, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

He’s full of shit, as if he doesn’t love you pushing his buttons a lil.)

You have to be touching him, and if you’re not, your leg bounces anxiously, or your eyes dart for him, and may god help him if he’s having a conversation that you’re not involved in; pawing for his hand like a needy puppy, just wanting some acknowledgment from your man.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind. He simply smiles and turns to face your shy pout. “Hey you,” he finally says, and he watches your face light up as an arm comes down to wrap around your waist. “How are you doin’? Let me introduce you…”

He’s okay with it though. Sure, it was jarring when you’d first got together, the need to be close and touching was an absolute 180 from his life before you, but now, he can’t imagine a life without you smothering him with all the love you can muster.

He’ll never tell you this, but he’s happy he’s found someone to absolutely adore him, enjoy his company and want to be close to him, be it in complete silence or with a group of friends. He wears it like a badge of honor, you being obsessed and in love with him keeps him at peace- he knows when he comes home, no matter what, you’re there with open arms and ready to hold him from the big bad world.

Sure, he may not know where your obsession with him stemmed from, but what he does know is he’s happy to indulge you, because that smile on your face will forever be worth it.

tldr: marry me Omi 💍

#god I want to bite him I literally-#is it conceited of me to say I love my sakusa kiyoomi??#bc i do <3 #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader #sakusa kiyoomi imagine #sakusa kiyoomi haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

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Hiii ^^ can i ask you something ? A yandere shigaraki who kidnapped is darling aka is favorite streamer ? So a YandereShigarakixfem reader pls^^ have a good day/night💗✨

Omg, I'm finally done! Thanks for the ask :). Sorry but the kidnapping part didn't make it in the story but other than that I tried my best to write what you wanted. I hope you like it 💝. (This is one of my more fucked up stories)

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Your Biggest Fan

Warning: Smut-ish, Hints at noncon, Male masturbation, Obsessive behavior, Tracking, Breaking and entering, Language.

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"PLAYER TWO WINS!"

Tomura scuffed at the words on his screen. He had never lost this many times in all his years of gaming. It was absolutely embarrassing. Especially when it was to a cheat like you. You had to have been cheating. You innocently joined his game saying,

"I've never played this before. Sorry if I'm bad." And you were. You were terrible, awful. He kicked your ass so many times. Game, after game, after game, after game... You would whine and beg for him to let you win or at the very least, go easy on you. And he would simply smile and promise to go easy on you, just to beat the shit out of you anyway. Then it changed. Suddenly, you got the upper hand. He had turned on autopilot at that point so he was completely caught off guard by your sudden increase of skill. For the first time, he lost to you. In the beginning, he was too shocked to be mad. Then, it kept happening. After that day, he couldn't seem to get even a single win. It was beyond embarrassing.

StarPlayer06: "Looks like I win again."

Villain_King444: "You got lucky."

StarPlayer06: "Three times in a row?"

Tomura gritted his teeth.

StarPlayer06: "You should watch my streams. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two."

Streams? Tomura had known you for a few months now but he never really had conversations with you about things that weren't video games. Maybe you'd talk about your job or your friends but that was it. However, he was curious. What did you talk about? Was he on those streams? But most of all, what did you look like...? He shook the thought away. Your "streams" were probably just you acting all slutty to get a bunch of old men to give you money.

Villain_King444: "Not on your life."

StarPlayer 06: "Come on, don't be like that!"

Tomura rolled his eyes.

StarPlayer06: "If you change your mind, here's the link. I'd love to see you there ;)."

Villain_King444: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm logging off."

StarPlayer06: "Aww. Goodnight :(."

Tomura leaned back in his chair, thinking. He knew he should just go to sleep. He knew he should just forget about it and go on with his life. He knew he had more important things to do. And yet. He sat up and pulled up your account. At first glance, it looked exactly how he thought it would. You had a cutesy username and a similarly cute profile picture and banner. Tomura brushed passed your home page and clicked on your most recent stream. It loaded for a minute before he could hear your soft voice in his headset. His eyes grew wide as your face filled his vision. You were beautiful. You looked totally different from what he had imagined. A light blush spread across his face as you introduced yourself and what game you were about to play. It was some horror game but it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered. Nothing but you.

Hours had gone by and he was still there watching video, after video. How could such a darling girl like you be right in front of his face the whole time without him even knowing? It felt like his whole world got turned upside down. He didn't even realize just how deep he was in your rabbit hole of content until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Tomura jolted up, swiveling around in his chair just to be met with a familiar face.

"Tomura Shigaraki, I'm sorry to disturb you but I brought you breakfast. If you're hungry that is." It was Kurogiri. Tomura sighed as he paused the video and pulled off his headset.

"Yeah... Yeah. I'll eat it." He replied, dazed.

"Are you okay, Tomura?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Now get out. I'm busy."

Kurogiri narrowed his eyes but backed down, exiting the room. The door closed with a click and as if on command, Tomura slumped down in his chair. What the hell was that? You were just some girl. That's all you were. Beautiful. But just some chick on the internet. Tomura looked down at the clock on his screen. 9:30am. He scoffed, as he stood up and headed to the bathroom. He needed a shower.

As the day went on, Tomura couldn't stop thinking about you. He wanted to but you plagued his mind like a virus. Your words were stuck in his head like a song. He wanted to keep watching. He needed to keep watching. To see your face, to hear your voice. He hated himself for it but as soon as he returned to his room, he sat down at his desk and pulled up your account once more. Turns out, you were live right then and there. He joined the stream and was instantly hit with a feeling a pleasure. Your sweet voice was all he could hear as he watched you. You had a habit of chatting before actually playing a game; you'd just sit and talk with your audience. Tomura could see how you very obviously skipped the weird messages you received, instead responding to more wholesome things like,

"How are you feeling today?"

"Did you see what happened on the news last night!? Scary!"

"When are you gonna play Trails of Odyssey?"

Your comments always seemed to look like this. It was boring. You had started talking about this new chair you wanted, so Tomura decided to leave a little message of his own.

User5141: [User 5141 donated $200] "Is this enough for it, beautiful?"

He watched as you froze at the amount of money presented to you. A devilish grin formed on his lips as he awaited your response.

"Oh my... Thank you. You really didn't have to do that! It's like four hundred dollars anyway. It's more like a dream chair then something I'm actually aiming for."

You laughed at the end, trying to lighten the situation.

User5141: [User5141 donated $200] "Well then this should be enough. Don't worry about me. You deserve it."

Your eyes widened as you put a hand over your mouth.

"Thank you so much!"

Your reply was muffled by your hands but the look of happiness on your face said all he needed to hear. The comment section was practically bursting with things to say about him. It ranged from calling him a show off to complimenting his generosity. But Tomura didn't really care, the only thing he cared about was you. And you were ecstatic. The fact that he made you happy gave him shivers. If you wanted to be taken care of the only thing you had to do was ask. He was more than willing to pamper such a darling girl. A tightness grew in his pants as he continued to watch you. It was finally time to start the game but now Tomura had more important things to take care of. A wave of relief washed over him as he unzipped his pants. This was gonna be a long night.

Day after day, this became a habit.

"[User5141 donated $200]"

"[User5141 donated $300]"

"[User5141 donated $500]"

Tomura couldn't help it. 700, 800, 900. The high he got just felt too good. 1,000, 2,000. At this rate he was paying your rent. 5,000. Drool fell from his mouth as he watched your face distort in horror. He bucked his hips into his hand once again.

"I... Umm... Thank y-you. It's very appreciated but... I don't wanna be rude but don't you have a life too?"

You gulped, then faked a smile.

User5141: "You are my life."

Your smile wavered but still stood.

"You're so sweet."

Tomura's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came all over his hand. He loved this. He loved you. But he especially loved how naive you were. The day before, you actually came to him about this "mystery donor." It was exhilarating to know he had such an impression on you. Now maybe you thought about him just as much as he thought about you.

StarPlayer06: "They sent me 2,000 dollars yesterday. It's not like I'm complaining but it's starting to get creepy."

Villain_King444: "Well, they must really like you."

StarPlayer06: "Who's crazy enough to pay someone they don't even know 2,000 dollars!?"

Villain_King444: "Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Literally."

StarPlayer06: ">:( For the record, I feed myself. I appreciate them but I don't need their help."

Villain_King444: "Then what are you gonna do with the money?"

StarPlayer06: "Idk but I've been eating out a lot more."

Villain_King444: "Lucky girl."

StarPlayer06: "Ikr."

Tomura relished in the feeling you gave him. Such a naive girl... However, he still wasn't satisfied. He wanted you to need him. To rely on him and him alone. That's why today he raised the bar. 5,000. But maybe that wasn't enough. 8,000. How would you respond to that? He bit his lip in anticipation, stroking himself another time. He was in heaven.

The next month went by just like that. Him watching your streams, donating ungodly amounts of money, then you two having a conversation about it later. Tomura had no complaints about his life; as long as he could watch you, he was happy. Or at least that's what he thought. He quickly started to realize that wasn't the case. On some days you decide to cut out gaming entirely and just talk. He loved those streams. In this one in particular you wanted to show everyone the outfit you just bought. The outfit you bought with his money. You stood up and there it was. You looked stunning. Tomura wanted to reach out and grab you, yank you, pull you, wreck you. But you were on the other side of the screen.

Another time, you had a guest over. He was a tall, young looking man, probably the same age as you. The chat went crazy when he showed up, saying all sorts of dumb things like,

"Is he your boyfriend!?"

"You two look so cute together!"

"I wish I was him."

Tomura hated it. He wanted to reach through the screen and wring his neck. You continued to tell your audience that he was just a friend but Tomura wasn't buying it. How could he know for sure unless he was there? Unless he was there... The idea shot into his mind like a bullet. Why couldn't he be there? Why couldn't he be the one you talked to everyday? That you invited onto your streams? That your horny viewers envied? You two were made for each other and it was time to stop pretending like you weren't. If you didn't need him now, he was gonna make you need him. Tomura smiled as he dropped his final donation on your stream.

User5141: [User5141 donated $1] "See you soon."

Tomura had always been a good hacker. That's why when it came to finding people for the league, he was the guy. As long as they had a device, he could find them. The fact that you were already live made this child's play. He had your location within minutes. You lived in the city right next to him. Not even out of state... Not that it would have mattered. He would have found some way to fly out there. But with this, he only needed to take a train.

It was 8:00pm and you just finished your stream for the day. You sighed, stood up from your chair, and walked to bed. You grabbed your phone and simply laid on your back above the covers. You were too tired to do anything but lay there. Your eye lids were heavy and no matter how much you blinked, the feeling of exhaustion didn't go away. You sighed as you put your phone back in its place. Your body decided more than your mind to just stare at the ceiling and let sleep wash over you. There was a subtle creak that came from your closet but it fit right in with all the other noises of the night, causing your brain to filter it out. Big mistake... The wind got harshly knocked out of you as something heavy sat on your stomach. Your eyes shot open and there was a person.

"I've been waiting so long for this moment..."

You screamed and tried to sit up just to be harshly pushed down again.

"Is that any way to treat a fan?"

They had a tight grip on your arms pinning them to your sides. The pain from their nails digging into your skin kept you quiet.

"Oh you're absolutely lovely... How did I get so lucky with you?"

You stared at them, your features all scrunched up in fear. They tilted their head.

"What's with that look? Don't you know who I am?"

"N-No." You replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Does Villain King ring any bells?"

Your eyes widened.

"Oh and... Your highest donor..."

Your blood ran cold. It was him the whole time. Then he was even crazy enough to track you down and break into your home.

"Why...?" Was all you could mange to ask.

"I thought that would be obvious. It's because I love you."

"Love me? H-How could you possibly love me!?" You asked, anger and sadness swelling in your throat and coating your words.

"How could I not!? You're nice, caring, funny. You have the body of a goddess and the voice of an angel. You're the most perfect person I've ever met."

You swallowed hard as his words hit your ears. Slowly the moon peeked through the window illuminating the room and your intruder. His face was scarred and wrinkled with a little birth mark below his lips. His crimson eyes pierced your soul, giving you shivers. He looked at you like prey. The lamb. And the wolf.

A groan escaped his lips, breaking your trance.

"You turn me on so much, you know...?" He said, letting one of your arms go to lift his hoodie. Sweat rolled down your face as you watched him unbutton his pants. You quickly looked back up at him just to see him smiling like a maniac. Your eyes darted from his face to his bulge over and over. You couldn't believe this was happening. In a moment of pure adrenaline you used your free hand to try and push him away. You squirmed and kicked. Pushed and hit. But to no avail. He didn't even seem phased by it, just grabbing your arm once more. Tears started to roll down your face as you looked up at him.

"Shhh..." He cooed.

"Don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't want me to stop."

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