#spooky special

[falloutfoxart]

Sybilus' Spooky Specials - Wolf of the Woods

A Spooky Special commission for Osean, who got a costume tag! Kaylii has used the tag to turn her clothes into a leafy, dryad-style outfit. It looks like it even came with a few extras! Sybilus' Spooky Specials are available until November 1st, then they're GONE! Get your own while you still can! falloutfox.com/commission-me

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[kimi-twstheadcanons]

🎃Twisted Wonderland Spooky Playlist🎃

Welcome to Twisted Wonderland, where you find magic and wonders beyond what you understand.

Spooky Season has come at last, with pumpkin smiles and wicked laughs.

Cheers to a spook that’ll haunt our dreams, with horrifying monsters that will make us scream.

Through the night they roam and stalk, preying on you on your midnight walk.

Horror and scares are their specialty when this time arrives, because giving people goosebumps is what makes them thrive.

Beware of whom you meet, for you never know who will give you a trick or treat.

Happy Halloween!

[dylawa]

Dylawa’s SPOOKY SPECIAL!

To combat stagnating and declining Patronage, I am holding a SPECIAL OFFER for Patreon the month of October! Anyone can participate in this deal to get some sweet art / writing! Follow the link for additional details, and please reblog to spread the word! 

[https://patreon.com/posts/56887291]

[kiss-my-assura]

Hey so seeing you back online and active inspired me to do art so those two idiots have now stolen a broomstick and Erukas hat for halloween I just have no clue what halloween costumes there's wearing so far Vajra has a stolen hat and asura has a weird Halloween style jingly jester/clown collar cause madness clowns and holding a basket of souls like a trick or treat basket (probably gonna be kishin eggs cause they've been good), any suggestions for outfits? - Nat

I got your most recent message and I’m sorry I couldn’t answer this sooner!! THAT BEING SAID PLEASE SHOW ME YOUR DRAWING!!!! THE PREMISE IS SO FUNNY AND ASURA IS A BIG OL CLOWN SO IT FITS!!!!!

Honestly this is probably the funniest thing I’ve seen all day 😫😫😫

Asuras outfit is spot on. I have no clue what vajra would wear though. Probably some sort of joke costume like a frilly pink dress or a nun outfit or something lol. I’m curious to see what you decided on tho!!!! (if you don’t tell me I’ll steal your toes!!)

Also the part about them having kishin eggs instead of souls is so fucking wholesome it makes me so happy 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[a-little-dexth]

taeyong | spooky special

taeyong podía sentir el orgasmo acercarse, tú habías llegado hace unos segundos y, gracias al clímax, el interior de tu vagina se había apretado alrededor de su pene causando una sensación de placer indescriptible que, combinado con el sonido de tus gemidos llenando la habitación, el sonido de sus pieles cada que chocaban por las penetraciones profundas y tus uñas clavándose en su espalda hacían que no pudiera resistir mucho más.

dejas salir un suspiro cuando taeyong eyacula dentro de ti y él gime tu nombre, se sostiene de la cabecera con una de sus manos para no caer por completo encima de ti mientras intenta regular su respiración y mantiene todo el tiempo su miembro dentro de ti, asegurándose que tomes hasta la última gota de su semen.

“te amo demasiado”, susurra en tu oído minutos después cuando ambos se encuentran acostados, él detrás de ti mientras sus dedos trazan pequeños círculos sobre tu abdomen.

“te amo mucho más”, respondes suavemente al sentir el sueño apoderarse de ti y te acomodas mejor entre sus brazos, tu espalda pegada a su cuerpo.

cuando taeyong escucha tu respiración acompasada y se asegura que estás durmiendo plácidamente deja que una sonrisa grande aparezca en su rostro, su mano aún reposando sobre tu abdomen mientras piensa en que, en unos meses más, comenzará a crecer y llevarás dentro a un pequeño bebé aunque, por supuesto, eso era algo que tú no sabías… por lo menos no aún.

desde hace meses, taeyong había comenzado a sentirse inseguro cada que hablabas con alguien más, pensaba que podrías dejarlo en cualquier momento y era algo que él no iba a poder soportar; tú significabas todo en su vida, tú eras todo lo que quería, todo lo que necesitaba para estar bien y completamente feliz así que no iba a permitir que cualquier te arrebatara de su lado y por eso había ideado un pequeño plan, todo por su amor.

siempre habías mantenido un gran control con las pastillas anticonceptivas que usabas y eso taeyong lo sabía a la perfección, sabía que no fallabas ni un sólo día en tomarlas así que, una noche, las había cambiado por unas vitaminas que no te dañaran si su plan hacía efecto.

llevabas semanas tomando aquellas pastillas y cada que taeyong te miraba haciéndolo, una emoción crecía en su interior al pensar que nada ni nadie podría separarlos cuando te dieras cuenta que estabas embarazada porque jamás podrías dejarlo si estaba su hijo de por medio, ¿cierto? estarían los tres juntos para siempre y taeyong los cuidaría con su vida.

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tu corazón latía con fuerza y sentías que cada segundo duraba una hora mientras esperabas el tiempo necesario a que la prueba de embarazo revelara los resultados.

no sabías que había pasado. siempre te habías cuidado y, aún si sabías que existía la pequeña posibilidad que las pastillas fallaran no había pasado en todo el tiempo que las habías tomado y, ahora, tu mundo parecía reducirse.

claro que querías tener hijos y formar una familia pero no estabas lista, no aún. querías hacer muchas cosas más y tener un bebé era una responsabilidad gigante y no sabías si tú o taeyong estaban listos para eso.

el sonido de la alarma te saca de tus pensamientos y sabes que es hora.

caminas con pasos lentos e inseguros hacia el baño y cuando revisas la prueba escuchas la puerta principal abrirse. taeyong llega en segundos contigo completamente agitado y escondes la prueba de embarazado detrás de tu espalda luego de haber visto el resultado.

“¿y entonces?”, tu novio pregunta con la respiración agitada y una voz llena de emoción, sus ojos brillaban con expectación pero no sabías si tú te sentías de la misma manera. “¿puedo verla?”

muerdes tu labio inferior y bajas la mirada con nerviosismo aún intentando sopesar lo que acababas de ver.

“vamos, ¡déjame ver el resultado!”, das un respingo al escucharlo gritar y, al darse cuenta que te había asustado, deja salir una respiración intentando calmarse. “lo siento, mi amor, estoy nervioso”.

insegura, le muestras la prueba y te sientas en el inodoro. podías sentir algunas lágrimas bajar por tus mejillas.

positivo.

“dios, ¡seremos papás!”, la voz de taeyong sale llena de emoción y se coloca en cuclillas para quedar frente a ti, acuna su rostro entre sus manos y besa con delicadeza tus labios. “pero…. ¿no estás feliz?”, asientes torpemente y con sus pulgares seca tu lágrimas.

“es sólo que no estoy preparada para esto”, susurras y taeyong frunce el ceño.

“¡pero una familia es lo que siempre quisimos! quizá no a esta edad pero es fruto de nuestro amor, ¿no es así?”

lo miras y, al ver la felicidad en su rostro, te contagias y dejas salir una pequeña sonrisa.

quizá podría funcionar. tenías a taeyong y, como lo había dicho, formarían una familia llena de amor, no estarías sola y aún si ibas a tener que renunciar a muchas cosas, sabías que estabas segura a su lado.

“esto nos unirá aún más, lo prometo, ya nada ni nadie podrá separarnos. sólo seremos tú y yo para siempre”.

[headoverjojo]

Here we are here we are! Halloween special!! Firs of all, an immense thank you to @estellea who has been my beta-reader and whose support, advices and suggestions made this all possible! I mean, in general without her support I would have given up like months ago and more or less half of what I write and draw is basically out thanks to her constant support even when I’m horrendously down to the point that everyone would just be disgusted. She’s more a sister than a friend and really I’d never be thankful enough for everything she did and still does. Now let’s post it, I’m getting emotional-

You can read it also on AO3! 

Of course, feedbacks are always appreciated 💖

The Secret Life of Vampire in Neapolis’ Suburbs

There was one thing that Abbacchio detested more than Giorno and sunlight. Abbacchio hated with all his heart when things changed, especially when they changed for the bad. And that change was really, really bad.

As every evening, Fugo came to wake him up, after checking if the sun was already disappeared. He had always been the first one to wake up, since that crazy month when Giorno, damn half-vampire Giorno, had vampirized them all. Well, almost everyone; Mista managed to come out alive and without the two small dots on his neck which all the others had. And he managed to because he was already a night creature, a werewolf, to be precise. He was now living a chill life with his pack, but he still came to see them every day; they were his best friends, after all!

After knocking at Abbacchio’s bedroom door, Fugo went to check if Narancia was already awake, jumping with a screech when the boy hopped from the side, howling sharply like a banshee. Narancia’s loud laughters echoed in the old house, while Fugo was grasping at the ceiling as his life -or, better, non-life- depended by it. As soon as Fugo recollected himself, he jumped back on the floor, roaring and running behind Narancia, who was already running and flying at very fast speed, still laughing. Bruno just sighed, when the two flashed in front of him, and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Breakfast was a quick affair, now that they all could eat just one type of food, but this didn’t mean that it should have been always the same boring thing. There were original ways to prepare blood-based dishes, you know. By now, Bruno was specialized in preparing blood gelee, blood puddings, blood marmalade… he had found out to be very creative, in the kitchen. A good thing, as he was stuck with a group of teenagers difficult to satisfy.

He sighed, when Abbacchio’s roaring scoldings joined Narancia’s loud laughs and Fugo’s screams. The same thing, every single evening…

“You all, drop the crap and come to have breakfast, immediately!” his voice, unnaturally loud, boomed in the house -one the benefits from being a vampire, he supposed- and, in few seconds, Narancia and Fugo flew down, in their bat shape, still bickering and crying. Bruno sighed again, while Abbacchio, livid as always, and Giorno, still with his curlers on, came down as well.

“Narancia, Fugo, just human shape when we’re having meals.” Bruno reminded and, with a pop, the two transformed back to their original form, Fugo still grumbling and Narancia still chuckling. Bruno frowned, however, noticing that one of the seats was empty.

“Where’s Trish?” he asked, looking around. Everyone lifted their heads, sniffing at the air, but there wasn’t any trace of Trish, even of her smell. They all, immediately, grew worried: she hadn’t been out during daytime, had she?!

“Narancia, Fugo, you check the north area; Giorno, go at Mista’s and search in the east and south area with him and his pack; Abbacchio, we’ll check the ovest area. Let’s go!” with a loud poof, they all changed their shape and with a vigorous flap of wings, five big bats flew outside, searching for the lost member of their clan.

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After hours of researches, they found nothing. Trish was nowhere to be found; even Mista and his buddies didn’t find any trace of her. Wasn’t she…? No, it couldn’t be. Trish loved to live, even if it was a peculiar life. Right…?

Just when sunrise was approaching the group headed home, defeated. Where was she…?

“Ah, finally you’re here! Where the hell have you been?! And what about your phones? C’mon guys, I get you’re gangsters and yadda yadda, but you’re modern gangsters!” Trish’s limpid voice reached their ears the right moment they entered in the house and the boys flew -literally- to her, scaring the hell out of her.

“What the-”

“Trish! Trish, you’re fine! Thank goodness, we thought you were dust, by now!” Narancia hugged her tightly, sniffling, to Trish’s utter surprise. What…?

“Guys, are you alright? Are you drunk? Why should I have turned into dust? And what the hell is wrong with this house, there’s so much chaos! Didn’t we have a housekeeper? Where is she?” she fired a bunch of questions, putting her fists on her hips, imposing. Everyone looked at each other, before looking back at her.

“Well, we had a housekeeper, if you remember, until someone decided that she was a good snack.” everyone eyed at Narancia, who just scoffed. “And since then, we never had one. You know… to avoid unwanted attentions.” Fugo explained, crossing his arms. Trish was as pale as a ghost and, at the same time, completely taken aback. Again, what?

“A snack?” she hoped to have heard or interpreted in the wrong way. Since when Narancia was a cannibal? And still, what about that dust thing?

“Yeah, He sucked her dry, poor Concetta.” Giorno sighed, closing his eyes. Trish’s empty gaze said everything about how much she was understanding about that situation. Now, that was weird. Why was Trish acting so weirdly? It almost seemed like she didn’t even remember that she was a vampire!

“Anyway, Trish, why are you asking? I mean, you know it. It happened little after, uh, Christmas 2004.” Narancia observer, shrugging. At Trish’s astonished silence, the group began to grow really worried. What was wrong with her?

“Trish… Trish, dear, do you remember it, right? About our housekeeper, about Mista’s pack, the explosive 2010 new year’s Eve, when Giorno woke up, at the end of 2001, and bit us all turning us into vampires?” Bruno asked, softly. Trish took a seat and that was her only answer.

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“But how could it happen?” Abbacchio pondered, swirling a burgundy red liquid in a crystal glass. Fugo sighed, taking a sip from his own mug -a customized cup with “Edward Cullen’s a bottom” printed on-, pensive.

“Insolation.” he declared, claiming everyone’s attention. Giorno frowned, perplexed, and, so, Fugo proceeded to explain.

“Giorno, you’re just half-vampire, so you don’t count. We all know that sun can kill us, right? But yesterday it wasn’t sunny. It was cloudy. What if the daylight was enough to damage her, to, like, provoke an amnesia, but not enough to kill her? This would explain why she doesn’t remember anything about being a vampire but why she still knows where we live.” he gulped down the blood in his mug like a shot of coffee, sighing.

“We have to remind her about the whole vampire thing. We have to show her how we usually live and just hope it unlocks her memories.” he concluded, with a nod. Bruno passed a hand through his hair, leaning on the back of the seat.

“This is going to be a mess.” he muttered, already tired.

And, oh, he was right.

--

Trish had troubles to believe to the whole “we’re vampires and we’re in 2019!” story. First of all, weren’t vampires killed by sun, garlic, ash sticks and crosses? How could vampires live in Italy, that was full of all of them? Hell, Neapolis was the city of the sun, there were crosses and churches everywhere and don’t make her start with garlic!

“It’s actually pretty inaccurate. A vampire would die of garlic just if they’re already allergic to it, but it’s the same as peanuts or strawberries; crosses don’t hurt us, it was a bullshit invented to fight the fear; same as ash sticks. Our heart is already dead, stabbing it wouldn’t damage us at all. See.” Giorno explained, turning to his right side, the right moment when Narancia, launching himself from upstairs, screaming a loud “Leroyyyyyy Jenkiiiiinssss!” with an ash stick in his hand, landed on Abbacchio, playfully stabbing him in his heart. Before Trish could scream in horror, however, Abbacchio turned to the boy still on his back, completely ignoring the stick in his chest.

“It’s the third fucking coat you ruin, brat!” he roared, trying to shrug him off his back, while Narancia was laughing loudly.

“The Wednesday Ambush.” Giorno murmured, quietly watching Narancia transforming into a bat and flying away, immediately followed by a bigger and angry bat. On the floor, just a small puddle of blood and the stick signaled that something had happened.

“Why?” Trish exhaled, perplexed. Giorno shrugged, going to pick a cloth and bleach.

“‘Cause that’s how our life is. There’s not so much to do at night, even if we’re still in Passione, somehow. After years we came to a sort of routine.” the young man explained, while washing the blood away.

“Even social networks become boring, after a while.” Fugo added, while walking from the kitchen to the living room with a glittered mug filled with blood in his hands. The sight, the smell of it, were enough to make Trish’s throat hoarse and arid, as blood was the only thing that could alleviate that dryness. Giorno’s sharp eyes noticed how Trish cupped, for a second, her throat, and, after putting away the stained cloth and the bleach, he invited Trish to follow him to the living room, where Fugo was browsing on his phone while sipping his warm blood.

“Mind if we join you, Fugo?” Giorno asked, polite. Fugo too immediately noticed how Trish was acting and nodded, making place for them on the sofa.

“I swear, if Bruno sends another video of kittens in the group chat I’m going to screech.” Fugo grumbled, deleting the umpteenth video of kittens. Giorno huffed a small laugh, eyeing how Trish was staring at the cup.

“You would screech anyway.” he said, taking the cup from Fugo’s hand and taking a sip, before putting it back. Fugo hummed a “Fair point”, scrolling down the chat, before turning to Trish.

“Do you want a sip?” he offered her the cup, with a small smile. Trish gulped, feeling her throat pulsing. She wanted it…

“But… how do you drink it? You just… swallow it down?” the boys brightened at her question. She was finally getting accustomed again!

“Not exactly. You have to pull your fangs out.” Fugo started, showing her how to do it. He curled back his upper lip and, by doing so, his canines elongated to the point to be good fangs. Trish stared at it, shocked. Woah…

“And then you drink like this.” Fugo proceeded to show her how to drink and Trish could see that, even if it seemed that he was drinking normally, he was, in fact, sucking the blood through his fangs.

“All clear? Do you want to try?”he offered her his cup, that Trish took a bit hesitantly. This was so absurd…

However, when she bared her teeth like Fugo did, she felt her fangs emerging and she immediately sank them in the cup, sloppily sucking the blood up, feeling an immediate relief. Sweet nice…

Fugo and Giorno looked at her drinking, feeling relief washing over them. She was acting right…

Their Trish was coming back!

--

“Uh? Are we going out tonight? Where?” Trish crunched her bloody lollipop, making Bruno smile. She had always loved to crunch it… it was funny, she always said. And, also, it was the proof that her memories were, slowly but steadily, coming back.

“Yes. We’re going to meet with Mista in front of Castel dell’Ovo.” he confirmed, fixing the pins on the top of his head. His and the others’ style hadn’t changed much from those wild first months of 2001; it was a bit excessive, at the time, but now? Now they would have been the stars of the Milan Fashion Week.

“Sounds fun.” Trish threw the stick, perfectly aiming at the trash bin at the other side of the room, exulting, with Narancia, Fugo and Giorno, when she centered it. Bruno huffed a laugh, hearing Abbacchio’s muttered “Brats”; even if Leone always acted as a grumpy and gloomy old man, Bruno knew that he was really fond of the boys. He was just like this! And it also suited pretty well his vampire nature.

“Alright, kids, let’s go.” Abbacchio exhorted, getting up and putting on his dark coat stuffed and decorated with synthetic fur. Trish couldn’t help but to hide a grin, while putting on her own coat, black with pink decorations; Abbacchio was really suited to be a fashion vampire.

Trish never had so much fun, or, at least, for what she remembered. The sidewalk was a perfect catwalk and, oh, they were so at ease on it. By now, they had learned to ignore people’s gazes on them, on their clothes, flawless style; having so much time meant to have the chance to refine things like style even to the smallest detail and it showed. Noticing that Trish wasn’t really at ease, however, they squared protectively around her, chatting with her to distract her. It was way better…

“Ah, here you are! I was starting to worry, y’annow!” Mista exclaimed, exiting from a bakery with a small package in his hands. Trish couldn’t help but to smile: Mista too was always the same, always wearing that ridiculous bean hat and with his belly exposed even in the middle of the winter. Maybe his werewolf nature helped him to be always warm?

“Trish, dear!! It’s such a relief to see you!” he went straight to hug her, making her wheeze. Just Mista could make a creature who didn’t need to breath wheeze! She laughed a little, patting his back, content, huffing when he released her.

“So, Mista? Plans for the night?” Mista chuckled, showing the small bag he was holding. Trish sniffed something sweet, maybe whipped cream? And strawberries too…

“I have to feed the puppies, I’m in charge tonight. I’m about to throw a little party at my house, y’all are invited! C’mon!” he exhorted, gesturing to follow him, walking backside for a little, before turning to the right direction and taking Giorno under his arm, grinning. Giorno let him do what he wanted, rolling his eyes, but with a smile. He was his best friend, after all!

It didn’t take long to come to Mista’s house. The inside was dimly lighted by few appliques and Trish immediately sniffed a strong fur scent. That was the unmistakable house of a werecreature.

“Yo, Formaggio! Guess what I got?” Mista called, taking off his bean hat, freeing his unruly brown curls. Trish had always wondered how could so many curls stay hidden inside such a hat.

“What, blood-suckers?” the assassin appeared from the living room, waving at the group. Trish immediately tensed, ready to fight; why was a member of the Squadra Esecuzioni at Mista’s house?! And why no one was worried about it?!

Mista, noticing her worry and discomfort, smiled, reassuring.

“Trish, relax. He’s my cousin! More or less. We’re like… third grade cousins from mom’s side, yeah, Formaggio? Oh, also, I’ve got cake!” he laughed at Formaggio’s “Wohoo!” and passed him the cake. “Anyway, my family is big. I’m related to half Naples, in a way or another! And Formaggio happened to inherit the weregenes too, but he’s a werecat, not a werewolf. It’s the same as being werewolf, but, instead of howling to the moon, he spits fur balls.” Mista headed to the living room, where Formaggio was unwrapping a beautiful strawberry and whipped cream cake, Mista’s favourite. Trish looked around, curious, seeing that the whole room was decorated as for a party. There were balloons, garlands, food and blood for them… he really was about to throw a party!

“Are they here?! Can we eat now?!” a pack of kids of various ages, from five to fourteen, ran into the room with a loud rumble, immediately going to Mista and Formaggio. The younger man huffed, immediately picking up the cake and lifting it above his head, out of the kids’ reach.

“Not everyone’s here, we still miss uncle, so keep down those dirty paws!” he replied, while the puppies immediately pouted at his words. Seeing the sheer magnitude of disbelief on Trish’s face, Formaggio hurried to explain that mess.

“Those are our little cousins from the countryside. It’s easier to host them here, so they can go to school here in Naples.” he said, putting in line the kids, from the tallest to the smallest.

“Michelangelo, Vittorina, Ciro, Domenico, Agata and Carlo. Puppies, say hello to the blood-suckers.” Formaggio grinned when the kids chanted obediently a “Good evening, blood-suckers”, making Mista and the whole vampiric clan roll their eyes in sync.

“Who’s the last guest, Mista?” Bruno asked, curious. He started to feel cold shivers running down his spine when he saw Mista’s grin.

It was the grin that anticipated troubles.

“Oh, someone you already know.” he said, right before the doll bell rang. Mista trotted to open the door, leaving the group full of doubts and of an unspoken dread that was transformed into reality when they heard the voice that boomed from the doorsteps.

“Mista, you invited the vampires too? What a pleasure! We hadn’t seen for years! Since 2010 New Year’s Eve, right? What a party!” A tall man made his entrance in the room, laughing when the puppies sprinted to go dangling from his arms and neck, chewing at everything they could reach. Trish observed with stupor the man, his medium-long blonde hair, his cowboy hat… no, well, his entire cowboy attire. He seemed popped straight up from a western.

“Uncle Hol, do you remember Trish? She lost her memory, so I was thinking that maybe we could throw a little party like that year, yeah? It’d help her!” Mista explained, lively, while the others’ faces dropped in a second. Oh, no, no, he couldn’t be serious…

“Mista, you want to replay the 2010 explosive New Year’s Eve? The Big Kaboom?” Fugo exhaled, shocked. Mista’s grin was the only answer they needed.

“Oh, you can bet it, Fugo.” by the others’ faces, Trish got that the Big Kaboom hadn’t been something so good. Maybe she should have been scared?

“If this time things go beyond control, I don’t want to get involved.” Bruno muttered, with a big breath, ready, more or less, to face the Big Kaboom 2.0.

If it would have been useful to help Trish to completely regain her memories, then let the house explode, he thought.

[a-little-dexth]

yuta | spooky special

“y-yuta, no puedo hacer esto”, intentas separarlo de ti pero tus brazos parecían no tener fuerza alguna.

“mmh, tu cuerpo está diciendo lo contrario, amor”, contesta luego de haber llevado una de sus manos debajo de tu vestido. sentías dos de sus dedos comenzar a hacer movimientos sobre la tela de tus bragas. “no puedes negar que disfrutas lo que hago contigo”.

aprietas tus labios con fuerza para evitar que un gemido salga de ti mientras yuta dirige sus labio hacia tu cuello, succionando lo suficiente como para saber que dejará marcas.

“no hagas eso”, susurras y mueves su rostro para quedar frente a él.

“cariño, tengo que marcarte porque si no, ¿de qué otra manera sabrá el mundo que me perteneces?”

“no te pertenezco, yuta”, respondes y ves la sonrisa en su rostro desaparecer, su mirada se vuelve sombría.

“dios, no digas tonterías”, una risa llena de frialdad sale de sus labios y acuna tu rostro con su mano libre, “eres mía, ¿comprendes? lo has sido desde el primer momento y lo serás para siempre”.

tomas una respiración larga y te separas de él. aquella frase te había recordado el porqué habías terminado la relación hace unos meses.

“será mejor que te vayas”.

“parece que no lo entiendes, corazón”, menciona en voz baja y niega con la cabeza.

“¿entender qué?”, la molestia iba incrementándose en ti.

“que nadie podría amarte de la misma forma en la que yo lo hago, que nacimos para estar juntos”.

“tienes que dejarlo ir, yuta, lo nuestro terminó hace meses, tienes que avanzar y…”

“¿y conseguir a alguien más como tú lo has hecho?”, te interrumpe y es entonces que comienzas a sentir miedo.

“no sé de qué hablas”, intentas sonar tranquila pero el temblor en tu voz era evidente.

“¿entonces no recuerdas a taeyong?”, tu piel se eriza al escuchar su nombre. “que extraño porque ayer se veían muy felices juntos”.

“yuta, qué…”

“pero bueno, es una lástima que no vas a volver a verlo”, te da una media sonrisa y se encoge de hombros.

“¿q-qué le hiciste?”, tu corazón late con fuerza y todo lo que puedes pensar es en llamar a taeyong para asegurarte de que esté bien.

“bebé, pero no me veas como si fuera la persona más horrible del mundo”, yuta da un paso hacia ti pero tú retrocedes, “no era una buena persona así que lo que deberías hacer es agradecerme por protegerte… no seas desagradecida porque eres muy afortunada de tenerme contigo”.

decenas de escenarios comienzan a cruzar por tu mente, todos cada uno peor que el anterior.

“me sorprende que hayas pensado que podrías reemplazarme así de fácil y que no haría nada”, yuta aprovecha tu estado de shock y se acerca a ti, toma tus manos entre las suyas y las lleva hasta su pecho. “¿realmente creíste que podrías alejarme de ti?”

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johnny | spooky special

“siempre te ves tan linda cuando estás a mi merced y completamente lista para mi y sólo por mi”, johnny se encontraba encima de ti con los ojos completamente fijos en tu rostro, la punta de su lengua se encontraba entre sus dientes mientras se sostenía a la cabecera de la cama con una de sus manos y la otra se encontraba tomando su miembro, moviendo las caderas con lentitud y logrando así rozar su longitud con tu clítoris.

bajas la mirada y ves el pre semen comenzar a salir de la punta roja de su pene y muerdes tu labio inferior, un pequeño gemido ahogado alcanza a salir de ti y la sonrisa de tu novio se hace más grande.

“estoy tan locamente enamorado de ti, en todo lo que puedo pensar en cada maldito segundo del día es en ti; en tu voz”, johnny introduce la punta de su miembro dentro de ti lentamente y cierras los ojos en placer al sentirlo llenarte poco a poco, “tu risa, tu olor, tus lindos ojos y tu hermoso cuerpo”.

la voz de tu novio sale lenta y cada palabra está cargada de posesividad, sus pupilas estaban dilatadas y sus ojos parecían estar completamente negros.

“haría cualquier cosa por mantenerte conmigo, por hacerte feliz”, johnny sale de ti y vuelve a introducir su pene en tu vagina, sus estocadas eran suaves pero profundas, “sería capaz de matar por ti, ¿sabes? sólo tienes que pedirlo”.

tus manos se dirigen a su espalda y te sostienes de ella, dejando la marca de tus uñas cada que lo sentías rozar aquél punto sensible dentro de ti.

“te amo tanto que no tiene ni la más mínima idea de todo lo que haría para probártelo”.