I’ve been reading yandere!oc x reader these past few days and most of them are dom tho I’m thinking what if the readers are the one who’s dom yk? Punishing the yandere!oc for scaring someone just so that person can stay away from y/n and not only for that but also for stalking them and they almost k!lled y/n’s friends!!!
I wanna make a sub!yandere!oc x dom!reader, should I? and also tell me in the comments if it should be male reader or female reader
It’s still strange how it happened. You download the app on a whim. Lonely, bored and just a tiny bit curious. Nothing serious, just swiping through profiles with leftovers nicely placed in your lap.
Mostly normal faces, weird bios, bathroom selfies— just a bunch of red flags…
Then his profile showed up
Not because he was overly handsome. It was the vibe: clean suit, sharp jawline, the kind of confidence that feels intentional.
A single photo, perfectly lit, perfectly composed.
Way too high-quality for a dating app.
Guys like him didn’t pop up on apps.
They were usually fake, scammers, or narcissists who live in the gym.
But something made you swipe right anyway.
The screen barely had time to animate before you got the notification:
“It’s a match!”
—
You joke on the app,
“Wow, you reply fast.”
He sends back:
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
You think it’s flirting.
It’s not.
When he finally asks you out, it’s at a fancy rooftop bar.
You show up and he looks way too expensive for a dating app match.
He stands when you arrive. Pulls your chair out. Touches your waist a moment too long.
“You’re even more beautiful in person”, he says softly.
His eyes don’t leave your face once.
Halfway through the date, you ask what he does for a living.
He smiles.
“Whatever I want.”
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a/n: okay so….i tried out a new writing style, it looks better like this, at least it does to me. Hopefully you guys liked it and I’m officially out of ideas
yandere!ex! who obviously never got over the breakup, I mean how could he! You were his only one! The best girlfriend he ever had! The best in bed too—
yandere!ex! who’s still talking to your family whenever he sees them out as if you guys are still together, thats why they don’t get it when you say you guys broke up
yandere!ex! who somehow managed to get himself back inside your apartment, you were never careful! You never locked your windows! He had to help!
yandere!ex! that behaves like he lives there too, safe to say he was shocked when you were shocked he was there
yandere!ex! who refuses to get out when you tell him to— you guys are in love! as he says, still the perfect couple everyone called you two! Hes not going anywhere…not until you two are back together
a/n: it’s my first post everrrrrrr….any requests and comments are appropriate! same as reblogs, I hope you enjoyed it
Pairing: Yandere!OC x Darling!OC
Description: Alicia swore to protect a missing queen, but now she’s hunted, caught in a kingdom’s tangled lies. With danger closing in, she must choose—fight for freedom or surrender to fate.
Warning/s: None.
Note: This is written from Darling!OC's POV. It's very different from my reader-insert stories and perhaps has made the world where Callixto's story happened more expanded?
Commissioned for @violetvase! Sorry if it took so long.
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The forest had always been unnervingly quiet, but ever since the pregnant woman left, the silence had turned heavy—pressing on me like a lingering shadow. It felt strange being here alone, with only the faint traces of her presence in the shack to remind me of the kindness she’d shown. Weeks had passed, yet her image remained etched in my mind—the way she hurriedly packed her things, her wary glances, and the determination in her voice when she left to seek safety.
But even with her departure, peace seemed elusive. The forest carried an unnatural stillness, as though something—or someone—was coming. I had stayed in this place for too long, hesitating to move on, yet unable to shake the gnawing questions. Where was she now? Was she safe? And what could I do to repay the favor she had offered me so selflessly?
It wasn’t until the brothers appeared that I realized my borrowed sanctuary was no longer mine.
They emerged from the treeline, their presence commanding and suffocating. The tension in their stances and the darkness in their expressions set my nerves on edge. One carried a blood-stained sword, his grip tight and unwavering. Another held a lifeless horned-rabbit by its ears, its head swinging as he stepped closer. The third, though unarmed, was no less imposing—his cold, calculating stare enough to root me to the spot.
“You,” the swordsman snarled, pointing the tip of his blade toward me. “Where is she?”
My heart hammered, panic tightening in my chest. Lying would be useless—they already suspected the truth. “She left,” I said finally, forcing the words out despite the tremble in my voice. “A week ago. I… don’t know where she went.”
The unarmed man tilted his head, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “And why should we believe you?” His calm tone carried more weight than the others’ aggression.
My mind raced, but there was no convincing them with words alone. Taking a shaky breath, I summoned the faint glow of my mana—a promise of truth tied to my very being. “I swear on my magic,” I said firmly, my voice steadier now. “If I lie, let it consume me.”
For a moment, none of them spoke. The mana dimmed, sinking into the earth and leaving behind a heavy silence. Finally, the man holding the rabbit stepped forward. “Mana doesn’t lie,” he said gruffly, his voice carrying a grudging respect.
The swordsman lowered his weapon, though his expression remained hard. The unarmed one nodded slightly, granting me reluctant approval. “You can stay,” he said. “But there’s a condition.”
I straightened, wary of his words. “What condition?” I asked, my voice steady despite the tension coiling within me.
“If you meet her again,” he said, his eyes narrowing, “promise us this: you will protect her. No matter the cost.”
The weight of his words settled on me, but I didn’t hesitate. “I promise,” I said, my voice unwavering. Protecting her was the least I could do for the refuge she had provided.
The brothers left soon after, vanishing into the forest as quickly as they had appeared. Their footsteps faded, but their warnings clung to me like an unwelcome burden.
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
Driven by guilt and curiosity, I couldn’t stay idle. I set out for Azkarion, desperate for answers about the pregnant woman and her fate. The rumors I uncovered in the local taverns chilled me to the bone. A Queen-in-Waiting, once a commoner, had vanished from the royal chambers without a trace. The whispers ranged from foul play to desperate escape, each tale more unsettling than the last.
But it wasn’t long before I realized my own presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. The king’s knights were searching for me now, my face plastered on posters across town. Aurelian had offered an exorbitant reward for my capture, and the eyes of everyone I passed felt heavy with scrutiny. I fled back to the forest, my mana sputtering from overuse, and returned to the shack, the only place that still felt somewhat safe.
That’s when I made my decision. She wasn’t just a stranger anymore; she was someone whose safety I had tied to my own. I couldn’t let my guilt consume me—I had to find her.
Weeks of searching brought me to the village. Its quaint streets and friendly faces seemed untouched by the chaos beyond its borders. I rented a room at the local inn, hoping for some small reprieve. But as night fell, the unease I had carried with me since fleeing the capital returned in full force.
The tavern below grew quiet—too quiet. I stepped to the window, peering down at the street, and froze as I saw them. Aurelian’s guards entered the building, their movements calculated and predatory. My pulse quickened as I grabbed my bag, fumbling with its latch, but it was too late. He was here.
I descended the stairs, keeping my hood low, and stepped into the suffocating tension of the room. Aurelian’s presence was overwhelming, commanding the attention of everyone around him. But it was the pregnant woman who caught his eye, and my heart sank as I saw her stiffen beneath his gaze.
He spoke with cruel amusement, his words digging into the silence like daggers. “I never thought I’d find her here.” His gaze drifted lower, settling on her belly, and his smile widened. “And a bonus.”
The woman bolted to her feet, but his guards moved swiftly, blocking her escape. Trapped and terrified, she clutched at her lap as if searching for something to hold onto. My own fear mirrored hers, but I stayed hidden, frozen in place. If he saw me, if he recognized me, it wouldn’t just be her life on the line. It would be mine.
And as the weight of his gaze fell on her, I realized the awful truth—I couldn’t protect her. Not now. Not yet.
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
Guilt was a strange, gnawing thing. It clung to my every thought, whispering truths I didn’t want to hear. I had brought this upon myself. Every choice I had made, every moment of hesitation, had led me back to this gilded cage. Accepting Aurelian’s so-called affections felt like penance—a way to atone for my failure, my guilt, my inability to protect those I should have. Yet, every time his hand brushed mine, every time his gaze lingered too long, I felt the chains tighten around me.
The palace was suffocating. Opulence lined every surface, yet it all felt hollow, mocking. I avoided everyone except for the one person who seemed untouched by the games and deceptions of court: the Head Chef. He was a man of few words, his gruff demeanor a shield against the pretenses around him. I didn’t trust easily, but I trusted him enough to make a request—one that sat heavy on my heart.
“If she ever comes here,” I said, my voice low as I stood in the shadowed corner of the bustling royal kitchen, “if she ever steps through those doors… please, keep her safe.”
He frowned, wiping his hands on a flour-streaked apron. “And who is ‘she’?”
I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “A woman,” I said finally. “Pregnant. She… helped me once. If you see her, just… make sure she’s okay.”
The Chef studied me for a long moment, his eyes sharp beneath bushy brows. He didn’t ask for details. Maybe he saw the desperation in my expression, the silent plea I couldn’t voice. Finally, he nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
It wasn’t much. It wasn’t nearly enough. But it was all I could do.
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
On the day Callixto and his envoy arrived at Morvaine’s palace, the air in the palace shifted. The tension was palpable, a charged undercurrent that hummed through the halls. I stood on the edges of the grand chamber as they entered, my gaze immediately finding her.
The pregnant woman.
I recognized her instantly, though she looked different now. Her movements were stiff, her body language guarded. She kept her head low, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. She was making herself smaller, trying to disappear in plain sight. But I saw through it. The subtle shifts, the quick glances—she was calculating, assessing her surroundings with the precision of someone who had lived through too much.
Callixto’s men didn’t bother hiding their disdain. It radiated off them in the sharpness of their glares, in the tightness of their fists. And yet, she endured it all with a quiet strength, her focus unbroken.
Aurelian and Callixto exchanged their usual barbs, words laced with venom and posturing. I ignored them. Their war of tongues meant nothing to me, not when she was standing there, fighting a silent battle of her own. I watched her, searching for any sign of what she was thinking. What was her plan? Did she even have one? And how could I help without drawing Aurelian’s attention?
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
On the day the envoy departed, she sought me out. I was in the eastern corridor, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the marble floors, when she approached me. Her steps were quick, purposeful, yet her expression was unreadable.
Before I could speak, she pressed something into my hand—a folded piece of parchment, worn and frayed at the edges. Her fingers lingered for a moment, her gaze meeting mine. “Keep this safe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And if you find courage… remember me.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but she was already walking away, her figure disappearing down the corridor.
Back in my chambers, I unfolded the letter with trembling hands. The words were written in a hurried script, each line heavy with meaning. They burned into my mind, a mixture of warning and hope. She had left me with a choice, a sliver of bravery to cling to in the face of the suffocating fear that surrounded us both.
I knew I couldn’t let Aurelian see it. Before I could second-guess myself, I summoned my magic. The flames consumed the parchment, turning it to ash in seconds. The words remained, etched into my memory.
One day, I told myself as I watched the ashes scatter. One day, I would escape this place. One day, I would find freedom—not just for myself, but for her as well.
And my last part for The Carnival Collaboration by @demonlamb666 ♥ Thanks for hosting the event and I hope everyone who read my story is excited for the final conclusion ♥ Get ready for some steamy, yandere action ^-^
Featuring my lovely yandere!OC Rhys!
[Part 1] - [Part 2]
Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LEMON, Yandere, Reader has a midlife crisis, PDA, lots of touching and body contact, semi-public sex, blowjob, almost caught, afab!reader, reader touching themselves, consensual sex, creampie, TW being tied up, forced relationship, childhood friends to yandere, imprisonment
Wordcount: 6636
Chapter III - Desire
“Mhm, Rhys…”
You sighed blissfully into the kiss, his hands back on your body, demanding more of you with every touch. The last day of the carnival was the busiest, enough so that no one would hear you if you screamed his name in pleasure—exactly what you were hoping for on this last chance you two would get to be together.
The bitterness of reality was quickly covered by his body pressing against yours, the now being much more compelling than the tomorrow. Even if you two had no future to speak of, it was enough that you had this evening to live out the last stage of adventure that you two started two nights ago. Afterward, you’d go back to the city, and he’d… probably move to the next town to open up the carnival there. Alone, both of you.
But it was hard to think of loneliness when you had your arms around his neck, him holding on to you as you were dry humping his leg. Both of you were very hopeful about crossing some boundaries that night, in one way or another, and your bodies seemed to be unable to wait much longer.
“Fuck, you’re so addictive, you know that?” he breathed out when you gave him a chance, his hands grabbing below your butt, squeezing greedily. “I wish I could gobble you up right here.”
“What are you waiting for?” you chuckled invitingly, Rhys’s hips bucking against yours in response. There were definitely too many clothes involved for your taste. Still, you’d be damned if you didn’t tease him every chance you got, earning these beautiful, guttural grunts of desire from him.
Driving your hands into his soft locks, you made out with him again, tongues yearning for each other before disappearing in your mouth. Rhys let out a groan as you pulled teasingly at his hair, clearly enjoying you taking his pleasure into your own hands. Who could have known that the frisky can-toss operator, who seduced you on your first meeting, was actually so much into you being in control? Unconcerned with the appearance of your barely clad fling, you moved your lips down his neck, nibbling at his skin until he let out messy sounds of pleasure, bringing his hips snuggly against yours to demonstrate how much of a turn-on you were.
You were honestly ready to just strip naked right then and there, let him take you from all angles when a sudden, booming voice tore both of you out of your foreplay.
“RHYS!” It screamed, and you both flinched noticeably as if you had just been discovered.
“Ah, fuck,” Rhys spit in a mad whisper, clearly beyond annoyance about the interruption, especially with that painfully stretched bulge in his pants. “That’s my dad.”
“What a bummer,” you mumbled back, unable to prevent disappointment from showing on your face and hanging shoulders. “Should I go?”
“Hell no.” Giving you a short smooch on the lips, Rhys took your hand, checking around the corner for the interrupter before slipping to the door of the stall and opening it carefully. Pulling you along by the hand, you trusted him; even when inside the wagon, only darkness welcomed you. Rhys urged you inside, and you felt his hands around your waist the moment he closed the door behind you.
“Kneel.”
“What?!” you asked, unbelieving as you heard his request. This wasn’t really the time, was it?
Hands hammered against the side of the wagon that would open up to the main path through the carnival, and you flinched hard against Rhys when he quickly explained. “There’s space under the counter. You can hide there.”
“Are you sure?” you muttered, the offer not exactly what you expected of the night. But another hit of a fist, paired with an angry voice yelling, “Rhys, goddamnit!” was enough to make you hurry. Feeling your way under the counter, you found a spot without boxes filled with… things. Rhys helped you settle in unbothered by the darkness, patting your head before running to open up the wagon. Before the light returned around you, Rhys was already back and standing before you, shielding you despite there being no way you could be seen from the outside.
“Chill, Dad,” he greeted his father, who let out an exasperated sigh.
“Son, I trusted you with handling this business, but what do I see when I come back? You closed it! Do you think I’m joking?!”
“I had to step out for a minute. You said I wouldn’t get an assistant, so what am I supposed to do other than close up while I’m gone?” Rhys lied without even hesitating, covering up how you two were snacking on each other like the horny adults you were. You didn’t like him less because of the lie, but you found yourself a bit surprised with how easily it came to him. He probably thought about excuses in advance.
“Stepped out,” his father remarked in a mocking tone. “I know you’ve been seeing that… friend of yours. You probably went looking for them.”
At that, you perked up, thinking to yourself how interesting it was that Rhys seemed to have been talking about you. Your lips curled into a smile, thinking you were already at that stage, but you banished the thought quickly. To be fair, you told no one you were seeing Rhys the last few nights. He was your little secret, and that’s all he would ever be, considering he was as fleeting as this carnival.
Rhys leaned on the counter, sighing deeply and probably rolling his eyes. His crotch was perfectly in front of you, an eager hardness still visible through his pants. Curious, you reached up, brushing your hand over it, and Rhys immediately jerked, coughing up a storm over the unexpected touch to justify his behavior.
“You good?” his dad asked, and Rhys waved him off as he got a hold of himself, making you wish he could see the mischievous grin on your lips.
“I was looking for no one, Dad,” he tried to wave off his misdoing, settling closer to you again. It almost seemed like he was pushing his hips towards you this time, and you could only imagine how much he wanted you to continue. At least, you hoped.
“Sure, sure, you just kept talking about them this morning as if you two were already on your honeymoon.”
A-ha? That’s what Rhys was thinking about? This time, your touch was much more intentional as you gripped the sides of his thighs, pulling him forward to signal how he was supposed to stand. You unzipped his pants, and you heard him take a sharp breath before faking a laugh out loud, leaning over the counter so he could guarantee not to slip up again.
“They’re just… they’re…” he stammered, trying to keep it together as you leaned forward, feeling his cock through his boxer shorts, hard and needy as you planted a kiss on it through the fabric. Rhys gulped, and you freed his poor member from its prison, causing Rhys to quiver.
Huh? That was new. Had you met Rhys before? Not that you could remember, and, to be fair, who retained faces from your childhood? Wasn’t it a little more strange that he remembered? But maybe that had just been another lie, and you were interpreting something into it that wasn’t even true. There were bigger issues at hand, for example, the one in your hand.
“Not dumb, but let’s be real, Dad: when was the last time you re-REALLY listened to mom and me?”
You grinned as you hoped Rhys’s dad wouldn’t notice the stutter in his voice after you began stroking him. His cock was already twitching, precum leaking, and you found tremendous interest in knowing how it tasted. Sticking out your tongue, you pressed it against the underside of his tip, and Rhys’s whole body seemed to tense as he let out a spluttered breath.
“I did listen! Especially this morning since you wouldn’t stop gushing instead of eating!”
“Did I now…” Rhys pressed out, voice cracking pitifully, and you had to admit that you enjoyed this side of him immensely. He sure had an interesting hobby, making people flustered. You might pick up on that if it always was that much fun.
“Well, I’m here now. You can go do whatever, Mr. Carnival Director. Go make your rounds… or so.”
For a moment, there was silence. Though not for you. Not when you could feel his heart rapidly pulsating throughout his whole body as you sucked on his tip, taking it into your mouth like a lollipop. You had just wanted to tease him, but now… you imagined what it would be like to make him cum. Brushing back your hair, you advanced, reminding yourself to relax your throat as you moved up his shaft, embedding it deep inside your mouth. He luckily didn’t make you gag despite it being quite a weight pressing against the back of your throat, and you immensely enjoyed the feeling of his hips shaking as he held back from moving them with you.
“Are you sure? You look a little… feverish,” his father worried, sounding suspicious. But Rhys shrugged it off like a real man. You didn’t want to know how hard he had to suppress his feelings to appear calm and collected to his own father. If he could pull your blowjob off successfully, he might be more of a madman than you already thought he was.
“Ah, you know. I feel a little hot. I worked really hard the last few days.”
“Is that so…” his dad grumbled. You couldn’t help but smirk under the counter, knowing that the only thing he worked hard on was getting your mind off things by being very inappropriate with you, a potential customer. Not that you minded. No one would have believed you minded it, now that you were blowing him under the counter of his stand, teasing him with your tongue excitedly. All while your fingers slipped down into your panties, feeling the hot mess you made as you pleased yourself while playing with Rhys.
“Well, fine. Take a damn break of whatever. Your mom will throw one of her damn tantrums again if I work you too hard.”
“Jealous?” Rhys teased his dad, and you didn’t want to see the father’s expression, but you could feel the icy glare even from your position.
“Watch it,” he reminded his son sharply. “Don’t overstep where you shouldn’t and start looking out for yourself. Your mother shouldn’t have to suffer for you.”
“No worries,” Rhys replied cheerfully, and you were surprised he was so unfazed by the tone of his father’s voice. “I got it handled. I learned from the best, after all.”
“That’s better.” Finally satisfied, his father took a few steps away before you heard the rustling of the grass come to a halt, still quite eagerly pleasing your weekend lover under the counter. “You should introduce them to us when you get around it. I’m sure your mom would be delighted to meet your little friend.”
“I will. When the time is right.”
“Yeah, getting used to each other takes a while.”
“Mhm,” Rhys smirked. You felt his hand reach under the counter, brushing through your hair approvingly, beginning to urge your head forward as you felt him grow strained and much less careful now that his father was letting him off, walking away. “I’m sure we’ll get used to each other fast.”
Straightening his back, he glanced down at you, meeting your eyes immediately as you grinned around his shaft. “You fucking tease,” he pressed out through his teeth, and you pulled away from him, licking your lips seductively. Covering his crotch, Rhys quickly looked around before running to close up the wagon again. In the meantime, you climbed out from under the counter, deciding to keep your knees on the ground as you waited for him. “What do you want to do now, Rhys?” you asked him, knowing it would drive him insane to hear such a gracious offer of free choice from you.
Immediately, he was back before you, reaching out to hold your head between his palms. “Finish what you started?”
“Can you say ‘please’?”
“Can you please finish what you started?”
“Good boy.”
Kissing the tip of his dick still hanging out, you allowed Rhys to dictate your movements, opening your mouth for him. You would have liked him to rough you up a bit, spice up the blowjob with his eagerness, but he took it slow, exploring every inch of your mouth with his cock, much like he had with his tongue. However, you didn’t grant him the leisure of taking too long, your pussy dripping wet from the excitement and anticipation and from playing with yourself under the counter. There was no way you could wait much longer.
Placing your hands on his thighs, you allowed his cock to slip past any resistance, bopping your head quickly as you hoped it was the best fucking blowjob he ever had. You probably weren’t his first, and neither would you be his last, but you could be his best fling on this carnival. The one he’d remember for a long time, as would you, him. Eager to please him, you were glad for the feedback of his whimpering moans, the fingers curling in your hair to spur you on. The way he wanted to lead you, but ultimately gave in to whatever you wanted to do to him like a truly good boy.
He was not fast enough to pull out before he came, the first, hot spurts of cum splashing down your throat and making you cough. When he finally had the strength to pull out, some more splattered against your face, dripping down into your cleavage. Breathing heavily, he merely watched you, eventually mustering up the courage to wipe some of his jizz off your cheek before smearing it back on your lips. “That’s naughty,” you grinned, licking it from your mouth and finally standing up after having an intense staring contest with Rhys. There was so much affection in his gaze, but it was all overshadowed by lust, completed by his member twitching again.
“I think it’s time,” you announced, climbing on the counter and pushing away a left-over throwing ball that rested there. Propping up one leg, you let go of all embarrassment you could have possibly felt, too hot and bothered to hide the fact you wanted him desperately. Pulling your panties aside, you were glad for the skirt you wore, which left nothing to the imagination on your body and was no hindrance as you exposed yourself to him.
Rhys gulped visibly, staring at your delicious display, his cock seemingly pulling him towards you. But shaking his head, he gripped your hips, pulling you off the counter. Surprised, you stared at him as he held you close to him, not believing it when he said, “No.”
“No?” you gasped, immense frustration overcoming you. This is what you had been waiting for since the first night! You wanted him! You absolutely, desperately wanted him to rail you into a fucking mess! To the point you didn’t know left or right anymore, and you’d not have to worry about a damn thing as he promised.
“I mean yes!” he quickly corrected himself, seeing the anger flicking through your eyes, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “But not here.”
Raising an eyebrow, your questions were evident, and if you were honest, he was killing the mood a little. You could only hope his little buddy was a good showcase of how he was feeling. His erection was the only thing reassuring you that Rhys still wanted you at that moment. Waiting made you feel insecure again, and you asked, “So…”
“My trailer. We have it all for ourselves. That is… if you’re okay coming?”
At this point, he could have led you outside into a pile of hay from the animals, and you’d have said yes. You nodded, overly eager, and he smiled, enveloping your lips with his once again. You never wanted to stop, despite moaning into the kiss. But just as quickly as he kissed you, he let go again, covering his manhood before taking your hand. Switching off the lights on his way out, he let you walk out first, actually locking the door behind him this time.
“Come on!” he exclaimed eagerly, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards the trailers you had already seen the day before. This was probably the first time you went to a stranger’s place for a hookup. But was Rhys really a stranger? For a split second, you remembered his conversation with his dad. About how you were a childhood friend. Oddly specific for a lie, wasn’t it? Then again, after seeing each other for three days, he was hardly a stranger anymore, though not more than an acquaintance either.
His trailer looked better than you anticipated. Newer than the others, and Rhys stopped after unlocking the door to it, turning towards you with a grin. “Do you like it? Promise it’s just a normal trailer inside.”
Huffing jokingly, you pushed him aside, deciding to play along with his joke instead of feeling irritated that he’d joke about the insecurity anyone would feel when going to their flings place for the first time. There was a sense of expectations and anxiety to it, since you both knew what you’d do inside. Still, it also was more personal than just having a quickie behind a stall. “I’ll be the judge of that,” you replied, and he stepped up closely behind you to kiss you.
“Please do,” he whispered, letting you lean against him as he opened the door wide enough for you to slip in. You were glad to realize the air inside wasn’t sticky despite the sun shining down on the trailer all day long, the windows tilted to let in the air. It smelled nice, like Rhys. This was better than you expected. “I really want you to like it,” he whispered as you entered, looking around in awe.
Rhys turned on the lights behind you, and you were almost a little surprised that it was exactly like he said. It was just a trailer. Maybe, subconsciously, you had expected a sex dungeon or a torture chamber, but really, it was nothing of those options. At the same time, you found yourself admiring the details in it, pictures of Rhys, a guitar, and instant noodles on the kitchen counter. The kitchen and living area were right where you entered; behind it, a door led to the bathroom and a small hallway with closets on each side. It really wasn’t big, but homey nonetheless. Good thing he lived alone since you weren’t sure if two people really had enough space to live here. In a way, it reminded you of a student apartment. You couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that your own apartment wasn’t much bigger than this trailer, yet, his was much, much cozier. So who were you to judge?
“It really is just a normal trailer…” you muttered, hoping you didn’t sound disappointed. Rhys closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to you and kissing your shoulder.
“True. It might seem small, but I swear it’s comfy. And when we close the window like this…”
Without enough warning in advance, he quickly shut the window over the seating area, making you flinch from the roughness he pulled it close with. But at the same time, it made your whole body tingle again, imagining him touching you so passionately. “No one can hear us either, no matter how loud we are.”
“Tempting,” you chuckled, and Rhys pressed up to you from behind, urging you forward. You could already see the bed at the end of the hallway. Even if the trailer was small, the bed seemed wide and comfortable, and you admittedly felt a bit happy that he considered you important enough to bring you to a real bed to fuck you. Your back would very much welcome the soft mattress; that much was sure.
Turning around, you walked backwards while cupping his face, drawing him closer. You two were back to making out long before you fell on the bed with a loud sigh of relief, Rhys climbing on top of you. The way he touched you, guided you, pleased you, felt so natural. You’ve never been with someone who just seemed so in tune with your needs, his hands always falling to the spots that ached on your body. It’s been only three evenings, but perhaps Rhys knew you better by now than most people—at least on a physical level. You had willingly given him all the information he needed.
Upon feeling his fingers run up the back of your thigh, you lifted your legs for him, happy to finally open up to the things you wanted to do with him for so long. Your body had constantly reminded you of this while you were in the shower or daydreaming about him, and now it was finally happening.
Rhys helped you pull off your boots, not stopping his mouth from leaving hickies on your shoulder while he yanked at your skirt, knowing exactly what he wanted, too. “Fuck,” he groaned, unable to strip you as the waistband got stuck on your hips. “Come on,” you appeased him gently, pushing him off you and back into a stand. Locking your eyes with his, you slowly stripped yourself, deliberately letting the layers fall one after the other until there was nothing left to cover up.
“Your turn,” you challenged him for the last time, sitting down on the mattress and pushing yourself further into the bed, wanting to watch.
You could see from the shaking of his hands how hard it was for him to concentrate on anything but your naked body on his bed. Ripping off his vest, he fiddled with his belt as you laid back, stretching yourself out on his sheets as you waited and watched. It smelled just like him, the strong, manly cologne he wore, and the sheets comforted you as you missed his warmth while you waited. He could barely contain himself, stumbling out of his jeans before finally reappearing above you on the bed.
“Breathe,” you chuckled, noticing how he was getting red from excitement, holding his breath in nervous anticipation.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” was the only thing he breathed out once air filled his lungs again. Could have anyone resisted such a compliment when they felt the most vulnerable? Not you. The heat catching up to you, you felt your cheeks burn up, and you moved your arms under his, hugging his body to yours. Instead of an answer, you kissed him, long and sweet, forgetting about the pulsing cock on your stomach and your flooded cunt for a moment of tenderness. But there was something else you wanted of him, and it could no longer be postponed.
“I want you, Rhys,” you sighed into the kiss, and he groaned against your lips hungrily after hearing those words from you. Reaching down, between your legs, you pulled your lower lips apart, inviting his twitching member to come to you.
“Finally,” Rhys sighed, positioning himself with just a few flicks of his wrist. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he confessed, and you heaved a knowing sigh as well, full of longing and fulfillment, replying, “Me too.”
His tip pushed inside of you, slowly, testing the slippery waters of your pussy that granted him all the access Rhys could want. In just a few seconds, he had conquered your pussy with his hard cock completely, lodging it deep inside and moaning in unison with you. You were filled enough to feel him press at every sweet spot inside you, the twitches of his member vibrating throughout your body. There was something breathtakingly amazing about how his key fit into your hole, naturally, as if you were made for each other.
You were pulled up into Rhys’s lap as he kneeled on the bed, his hands cupping your ass for support as he began pumping you on his cock. You did your best to help, moving your hips in accordance with him while you rested your head on his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him reaching so deep inside of you, ready to satisfy your every need.
“You don’t know how happy you make me,” Rhys muttered while your head clouded with pleasure, not even interested in small talk. “I’ve dreamed of this day for years. When you left the city, I couldn’t do anything but imagine what it would be like to finally have you like this.”
God, was he good. You moaned into the crook of his neck, the vibrations of his voice shaking your body as he picked up the speed. His smell, length, muscles, and steady hands holding on to you were better than anything you could have ever imagined, completely captivating you.
“It wasn’t easy to sneak out from my duties to visit you in the city—W-Wait, fuck…”
Rhys placed you back on the mattress again and turned you over on your stomach, squeezing a pillow underneath your hips. “If you squeeze me this hard, I can’t hold back,” he whined before plunging back inside your pussy without hesitation. You let out a breathless mewl, your head falling into the sheets around you as you gripped his blanket tightly. He went so fucking deep, and it felt better than you imagined it when you were alone. The ability to still speak showed how strongly he felt about you; both of you were caught up in the emotions but expressed them differently. On your end, only moans and pleas escaped your lips.
“-and I was so fucking jealous every time you were with someone. It hurt me so much that they could have you, and I couldn’t even though I’ve always loved you so much!”
His pacing got rougher, thrusts erratic as if he was punishing you. Slow out and snapping right back inside, your poor cunt was absolutely destroyed with how thorough Rhys was with making your walls bend to his cock. So that they’d remember him forever, make you reconsider how Rhys made you feel if you ever tried to get pleasure elsewhere.
“But the worst part-” he added through gritted teeth, leaning over you and pushing your shoulders into the mattress by placing his weight on top of you. “-I had to watch you lose your mind in that apartment, unable to even hold you whenever you cried. It devastated me. You belong here. With me.”
“R-Rhys,” you finally pushed out, having not heard even one of his jumbled confessions, not when he kept pounding you like the madman he was, now deeper, faster, and harder than anyone had ever before, spurred on by his own feelings. “Make me cum!” you pleaded, happy tears brimming on the borders of your eyes. “Please, I need it! Make me forget all that shit for a while!”
“Oh, I will,” he assured you. Gripping your hair, he pulled you back, his second hand wrapping around your upper arm, forcing you to arch your back and stick out your bum, gaining only gasps followed by long moans from your lips. “I finally have the chance to make you mine, and I’m not letting you slip away again. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to come to me.”
At the edge of orgasm, you wondered for a split second what all of this was about. Why was he so obsessed with you? But you couldn’t think straight anymore, not since he kept his promise to you and made you forget about all the miserable things in your life. His cock was nothing like that; it was magical. It made you yearn and ache and shudder, your toes curling as Rhys pressed his hips into yours, earning a long whine from you, appreciating the shockwaves of pleasure he sent straight through your spine.
Letting go of you forced you to collapse on top of the blanket, finally fulfilled with your wish to be fucked senseless by him. You had riled yourself up all these days, glorifying the sex you two would have, but it didn’t disappoint. Rhys grabbed your hips, pulling them against his over and over as you mewled and quivered from the overstimulation while he finished himself by using you, carelessly staying inside as he unloaded his second load that night.
Regaining some sense of reality, you grumbled, feeling the hot semen flooding your insides, painting them with his DNA recklessly. “What if I get pregnant,” you tried to argue weakly, pushing at his hips. “Good,” was all he replied, grunting his answer before collapsing on top of you, both of you spent. His lips wandered over your shoulders and to your temple lovingly, cherishingly even.
“I’ve dreamed about this, you know? I always wanted to have a family with you.”
“We don’t know each other,” you mumbled, his words not making any sense. “Stop being weird.”
You tried to push him off in a weak attempt, but Rhys stayed on top of you, driving his hands up your arms until he could pin your wrists over your head. Slowly but surely, you regained your senses, not letting them be clouded by pleasure any longer as your instincts quietly urged you to get him off. “Let go!” you demanded, only feeling Rhys’s grip around your wrists grow stronger.
“My dad said that this could happen. That you could have forgotten, but I didn’t. I never did.”
No matter what you did, he kept his grip firm on you, rendering you helpless beneath him. You knew he was strong, but this was almost ridiculous, forcing you to struggle against him. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” The panic was now clearly audible in your voice, your breath quickening as your heart began to pound. All of a sudden, the feeling of security and affection you shared with him was gone, and your anxiety took over again.
Something slim but abrasive wrapped around your hands as Rhys arranged it, and you realized too late that it was rope he was tying you up with. “W-What are you doing?!” you yelled, shaking from the panic you were feeling. “Let go! No!”
“I can’t!” he asserted firmly, frighteningly so. “I can’t lose you again!”
“But we never knew each other! Stop behaving like this… like a psycho!”
Rhys grew quiet, allowing you enough space to turn around to face him. Part of you didn’t want to look at him, but you just had to see it. See it in his eyes that this was all a joke he was playing on you. But he wasn’t, and you gulped, realizing only now that this ‘casual’ hookup might not have been so casual after all.
Hurt shone in his eyes, his voice growing meek as he spoke again. “You said you wanted to always be with me. You promised we’d get married when we’re old enough. Don’t you remember at all? You disappoint me, Babe. Even if you almost sound like my mom already.”
“W-When? When did I say something so absurd?”
You felt a strong jerk on the rope as Rhys pulled it tighter. Looking up, you noticed he had already wrapped it around a handgrip next to the bed. The rest was in his hold as he adjusted the tightness, uncaring for your growing discomfort. “Why can’t you remember?!” he asked you in a counterquestion, irritated as he began showing his true colors to you. “We’ve been together ever since elementary school!”
“So long?!” you croaked. “I don’t even remember what I did last year! You can’t hold me accountable for what I might have said as a child!”
“Dad said it might be hard for you to accept it first, but it’s better that way! You, me, our family! We can be happy, and you won’t have to be sad anymore when you’re with me!”
“Rhys… that’s… that’s not how this works. Please let me go! I don’t feel safe here!”
“You promised. And I’ve been very patient, but I just can’t see you rot away in that damn city anymore.”
Listening to his words was hard. On the one hand, you felt like he meant well, despite the rather unconventional methods he was using. On the other, you were terrified. This was not the happy ending you imagined, the wobbly legs you’d have as you made your way home, never forgetting him but also never returning to the carnival. Up till now, Rhys had never done anything to endanger you, but the rope was cutting into your skin and made you fear for your life. If he was capable of this, what else was he going to do to you? How could you have been so wrong in judging his character?
“Are you… are you going to kill me?” you whispered, tears finally overcoming you as the worst-case scenario came to mind. “I-I know I’ve not been a great person lately, but I don’t want to… to…”
Beginning to sob, Rhys finally loosened the rope a little as he saw your tears, leaning forward as he started gently shushing you. “No! No… No, I’d never do that, Sweetheart. Don’t cry. You’ll have it good with me! I’ll take care of you.”
Tender strokes of his thumb wiped away the tears from your cheeks as he sweetly kissed every worried wrinkle on your face and the corners of your mouth, trying to comfort you. You kept sobbing, winding your body beneath his and averting your face from him even though you had little space to escape. “Please, I’m sorry! Please let me go home!”
“It’s okay, Babe. This is your home now. I’m just making sure you have time to get used to it.”
Finally, Rhys let you go, shifting his attention to the rope as he tied it skillfully around the handle. “This is illegal,” you sniffled, having to watch him tie you up. “You’re holding me against my will.”
“Funny you say that,” Rhys responded, having the actual audacity to smile at it as if you were making a joke. “That’s my mom’s favorite argument as well when dad locks her in the bedroom.”
“You’re nuts,” was the only thing you could reply to that, fewer tears falling from your eyes now as disbelief and shock took over your feelings. “You’re a psycho if you think that’s okay to do to anyone.”
“Whatever pet name you give me-” he mumbled, finishing up the elaborate knot he worked on. “I’ll love it. I promise I’ll love you forever. So stay with me, will you, [Name]?”
Hearing your name cross his lips for the first time, goosebumps spread all over your skin. Some part of you had hoped it was all a joke to the last second, but you never told him your name since he always had a nickname ready for you. How did he know it? Was what he was saying true? Did you two really mingle with each other when you were kids? “I can’t believe that…” you mumbled, staring at the trailer’s ceiling, helplessly, lost.
Smiling, Rhys climbed off you, pulling away the corner of the blanket you were laying on and bringing forth a framed photograph he hid there. Holding it above your head, you could barely see what it pictured, but staring at it for a while with the flickering lights of the carnival ever so often illuminating it, you eventually made out the two kids seen in the photograph, holding hands. To your horror, one of them was unmistakenly you.
You glanced back over at Rhys, who was watching you with a cruel tenderness in his eyes and a smile on his lips. However, you found nothing comforting or flattering in his gaze anymore, having already decided he and his naive reasons were beyond madness. “No,” you whispered softly, shaking your head.
“I don’t want this! We can’t do this! Untie me! I have my own life, I don’t want to be with you!”
Immediately, his expression faltered, first growing somber and then… emotionless.
“Getting used to each other takes time,” he recited what his father said prior this evening. By now, you had no doubts that his family was just as messed up as Rhys, probably creating the kind of monster he was. “We have a lot more time before us. We can even start over as we build our life together, but…”
Rhys hesitated. You two stared at each other, and you could almost feel what he was about to say. Being in tune with him suddenly wasn’t such a good thing anymore, and for the last time, you tried to talk him out of it, appeal to his senses. “Rhys… please. Let’s be reasonable and go our separate ways. You’ll find someone else who really loves you, but I can’t be that person.”
“You won’t leave. I’ll never let you leave me again like you left the town after college. I can’t lose you again!” The desperation in his voice was almost heartwrenching as he clawed at his own chest tightly. But in your situation, you couldn’t feel any pity for him, just the feeling of being unable to understand him.
“Please…” you whispered, just as desperate. “If you love me, please listen to me!”
A smile returned to his face as he put the photo aside. Yanking the blanket out from under both of you, Rhys laid down, resting his head on your shoulder, his weight uncomfortable with the strain of the ropes pulling at your arms. “I am listening,” he obviously lied, tugging you both in and hugging you closer to him. “To your heartbeat, your breath. Feel the warmth of finally sharing my bed with you and, soon, my life. I love you so much, I can wait for you to remember your feelings for me. And I swear to remind you how much I love you every day, so you never have to be sad again and never want to leave. You’ll learn just like Mom did. That’s how love is, Baby.”
Miserable, you remembered. Your life was miserable.
And even this seemingly innocent hookup you had at the carnival wasn’t going to change that. Rhys didn’t manage to change that, even though he kept his promise to make you forget for a while - perhaps too long - just how miserable you had been. But at least you had been miserable and free, unlike now.
Outside, the lights of the carnival were shining, but you couldn’t hear the sounds, making you realize just how soundproof this trailer was. How dumb you had been, not seeing the signs. Not leaving and never coming back since you clearly do not belong here. Being too horny to listen to your gut when you could have done something to prevent this. Who would start a three-night affair? You should have accepted it the first night and left without another word. Or at least tried to do anything but cry as you were now, having to listen to Rhys trying to soothe you, kissing away ‘the discomfort’ as he phrased it.
The carnival was a place to fulfill all your desires.
But sometimes, these desires doomed you to never be able to leave the carnival again.
I forgot I had this already done and waiting to post! Here’s part 2 of 3 for The Carnival Collaboration by @demonlamb666! Featuring my lovely boy Rhys once more and this time, we’re getting a little closer to him ♥
Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LEMON, Yandere (in the later parts), Reader has a midlife crisis, PDA, Lots of touching and body contact, semi-public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, very needy people
Wordcount: 3784
Chapter II - Need
His grin widened as your eyes met in the crowd.
You were still a good couple of stalls away from his, but you, too, had been looking out for him between the unfamiliar faces and emotions that didn't matter to you. All that mattered was him, in his full glory, letting his eyes scan you from head to toe. For a moment, the intensity of his stare made you uncomfortable, your hands smoothing out the clothes you were wearing. Part of you hoped he'd like what you chose, even though you couldn't care less about his opinion. But you at least tried that day to look… sexier.
It really was silly, but you'd been pondering what you were going to wear all day, pulling everything out of your suitcase to find anything even remotely intriguing. You'd have almost chosen a white button-down, but that wasn't going to cut it. Showing up in full work attire definitely would have made you stick out unnecessarily. All of these bad feelings that kept creeping into your head—you wanted them to be gone. Searching for the right outfit had been so much fun! It made you feel normal and excited for a change, and you almost forgot the misery that brought you back home. That's how it should be. You wanted this to be a pleasurable memory, not work, not miserable. And you wanted it badly.
Seeing him breathe a sigh of relief after confirming it was really you by checking you out, that was all that mattered.
Biting your lip, you took a deep breath, confidently walking up to the barely-visited stall. After all, you were here for a free demonstration; it was his time to shine again. Lazily throwing a ball from one hand to the other, you noticed how his throws quickened the closer you came until eventually, he set the ball down next to another one already awaiting you on the counter, just before you came to a halt.
"Rhys," you name-called him alluringly, and the corner of his mouth flinched before his expression grew soft, a bright smile on his lips. Holding out his hand, he waited for yours, and you quickly picked up what he was trying to do, placing it in his palm. Bowing down, he kissed your hand, unable to wipe the smile from his face even after the gesture. "My beautiful patron."
Straightening his back, he never let go of your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I am delighted to see you come back to me."
"Well…" It was you who finally, but gently, pulled your hand from his, Rhys's fingers lingering until the last tip of yours slipped out of his grasp. "I was offered another demonstration. How could I let that go to waste?"
Chuckling, Rhys pushed one of the two balls on the counter into your direction, twisting and turning it around with his finger. "And what a waste it would have been!" he flattered himself, taking his seat on the counter next to you again but leaning forward to talk to you more privately. "How about you show me what you learned yesterday?"
Not letting his challenge go to waste, you pulled the ball from him, keeping the deep eye contact Rhys had established between you two. "Of course. Please watch me."
Gulping, Rhys grinned widely, nodding his chin into your direction competitively and letting go of the ball. Even when you finally turned your head away, you could feel yourself burning under his gaze, deciding to put on the best kind of show you could muster. Pressing up to the counter, you placed your free hand flat on the surface, allowing you to lean forward, hoping your clothes would do a good deed and open up just right for him to see. Hearing him grunt in delight was better than you expected as you pushed your ass into his sight, lifting the ball exactly like he showed you.
It was almost too easy to imagine the feeling of your body, the way Rhys curved it the night before, and immediately you felt the heat back inside of you. This way, you'd surely hit, now that you were allowed to concentrate on your throw after giving him a little show. If his demonstration was as good as he said, that was. From the corner of your eyes, you saw him put his hand on the edge of the counter, leaning further outwards to really take in all of your sexy body. It made you wish to be able to read his mind just so you could hear what really was going on in that pretty head of his as he watched you bend and tense according to his instructions.
3, 2, 1. You counted down for yourself, letting the ball go at the last number and hitting the middle can of the bottom row. The tower shook until it eventually collapsed, all but two cans flying to the ground with a crash. Delighted, you perked up, turning your head towards him, Rhys finally having taken his eyes off you to see the result of his teaching. "My, you're a fast learner," he praised you, looking back at you with a proud smile. Rubbing his hand over your head, his touch barely faded as he let a strand of hair glide through his fingers. "I think you deserve a reward today."
"Oh really?" you teased him back, and he nodded eagerly, perhaps even a little bit more excited than you were. "I thought you'd give me another demonstration?"
Looking up at the stall's ceiling for a moment to think, Rhys laughed. "Why can't it be both? I could demonstrate to you how good my rewards are? If you want to."
Holding out his hand again, this time, you hesitated. You weren't sure what either of these things meant, and even after all this back and forth with him, you two were nothing but strangers. Were you ready to open up to anything this stranger could want to do with you? Would you be able to back out if it was too much?
Hearing the sounds of people walking, laughing, and being present in the moment behind you, reassured you. If Rhys, in any type of way, was overstepping your comforts, you'd be in a crowd real fast and safe. People would hear and cover for you if anything happened. It wasn't like you came here with entirely innocent thoughts either. Not after a night of dirty dreams and only your own hands available to soothe the aching between your legs. You wanted an adventure, and Rhys's hand was the invitation to the closest thing to it.
Taking it, Rhys squeezed yours tightly, ecstatically, as he looked left and right, making sure no one was seeing this. "Meet me behind the stall," he instructed. "Now."
You nodded as he let go of you. Rhys briskly walked to the other end of the stand and pushed a button while pulling off the clown's nose that was part of his get-up. Without it, his face was even more handsome, and he winked at you as the open sides of the wagon started to close. Remembering to breathe, you swallowed a deep breath before looking around carefully too, making your way around the wagon unseen, just as he instructed you to.
Behind the scenes, everything was much different. There were barely any lights, just the ones of the cars passing by the road behind the extensive park area. But even the headlights of the cars were caught by the trees and bushes that surrounded the place, only ever sending short streams of light to illuminate you and the back of Rhys's stall. In the distance, there were the trailers of the carnival exhibitors, laying still and dark as everyone was out and working. You hoped no one would be able to catch on to you two straying from the festivities for your' reward'. Luckily, Rhys didn't keep you waiting too long, so the anxiety couldn't fester.
You heard the door to your left open as you waited just around the corner, footsteps rushing down the three stairs to the ground before the door slammed closed. Rhys swung around the corner with his arm caught on the metal cart, right into your space, stopping himself just inches away from you.
"Hi," he purred, glancing from your eyes to your lips with a sense of hopefulness.
"Hi," you giggled back, a little flustered. He really made you feel like a teenager in love again—a very horny one, nonetheless. And when he didn't move at first, you decided you would.
Gently caressing your fingertips over his jawline, you leaned up and forward, letting your lips brush over his in less than a kiss than you wanted. But you held yourself back, not wanting to come onto him too strong, which, in hindsight, wasn't exactly his strong suit either. Gripping your hand, he pressed it firmly to his face, capturing your lips in the same needy motion. His cologne pulled you into an invisible embrace again, settling around you and enveloping you in Rhys's scent. But you were eager to breathe him in, opening your lips willingly when his tongue pushed forward and demanded it.
Compared to you, Rhys didn't seem to have any hesitations, pressing you up against the stall in your back as he finally came all the way around to you. His tongue danced with yours while he thoroughly explored your mouth's taste. Your bodies were growing hotter against each other by the second, and you caught yourself pressing your hips into his greedily. Apparently, your whole body and mind already knew what it wanted, and Rhys responded in the same horny way.
One arm wrapping around your torso, he held you tightly against him, intensifying the kiss even more. You didn't even need foreplay for your panties to grow wet as his hands roamed over you. Every touch and every kiss sent little shocks through your body. Some to your heart, making it beat faster, some to your cunt until it was tingling. "Rhys," you moaned his name into his mouth, and he finally backed away, kissing the corners of your lips and your jaw instead.
"Are your rewards always so hands-on?" you laughed as his lips traveled to your collarbones, hands pushing under your shirt and feeling you up. You felt the smile on his mouth as he planted it against your skin and the soft shake of his head that followed in reply to your question. "Only for people who earn it. And, I guess, people that are naughty enough to come to see me without a bra."
You let out a breathy moan, his fingers flicking over your nipples, pushing and teasing them while you felt the hardness of his cock tenting in his pants. You couldn't have known where today would lead, but well… it would be wrong to deny you didn't have some ulterior motives in mind as you slipped off your bra just before leaving. The spaghetti straps of your tank top came undone easily enough to justify not wanting your bra straps to be showing underneath. You were a grown adult; you didn't have to hide anything if you didn't want to.
But you did have to admit it would be a challenge to go home with how hard your nipples would be poking through your top after this. But the idea of the stares… kind of excited you.
"Look at you. Seems like you anticipated this reward," Rhys teased you, sliding his hands between your legs along the jeans fabric of your shorts. 'Were they already wet, too?' you wondered, but the next thing you knew, Rhys was working on the button of your waistband, ready to take them off. It didn't seem to bother him, so why should it bother you?
"You're so wet for me already, Baby."
You felt flustered regardless of whether it was another tease or genuine approval, as your shorts made little effort to stay on your hips after he opened them. One hand remained on your left breast to tease it, while Rhys had pulled away a little to see where he was touching. His fingers dragged over your panties, pulling apart your lower lips through the fabric and prodding against your clit.
"You like the reward?" he asked you, looking up again, a bit more smug this time. With his fingers rubbing and teasing you continuously, you nodded, meekly mewling as you tried to hold back your voice. Rhys leaned forward again to whisper his next words, raising goosebumps on your arms, "Tell me, Sweetheart. Tell me how much you enjoy me rewarding you."
Unable to voice your fumbled thoughts, you pressed up into his hands, wrapped your arms around his broad shoulder, and spread your legs a bit more for him to access better. Rhys chuckled but shook his head against yours, forehead against forehead. "Use your words, Hun."
Impatient, you had to feel him slow down the longer he had to wait for an answer, making you grunt in frustration as you tried to catch his eyes again, which was almost too easy. As if he had been waiting for your gaze, he immediately looked at you, and you let out a shaky breath. "It's so good. I've been waiting for this reward so much!"
"That's good, Baby," he chuckled, and you suddenly felt the warmth leave your body as his head disappeared from sight.
"Rhys?" you asked him questioningly, missing his body pressed up to yours already as you had to watch him kneel before you, his hands clasping around your ass, squeezing it.
"I love my name on your lips, Darling."
Grinning, Rhys blew his breath against the wet fabric of your panties, sending shivers down your spine as the cold tingles against your heated sex. Before you knew it, his tongue was lapping out greedily, mouth pressing against your covered privates, tongue playing with your clit through the fabric. "W-What…" you mumbled, but your sentence was interrupted by the deep breath you had to take, getting even more aroused as he began to suckle and play with you.
"Let me make my demonstration," he explained, and you couldn't complain about this very eager, pleasurable work ethic he was showing you.
"What am I going to learn?" you moaned out teasingly, and you felt the vibrations of a laugh against your clit before he responded.
"You'll learn how well I can please you."
"You're gonna have to do more for that."
As he stared at you from below, a fire was burning in his eyes, clearly accepting your playful challenge. "As you wish," Rhys willingly relented. With his fingers hooked around your panties, he freed the way for himself without a second to announce what he was doing, revealing you before you could reject. He barely pulled them down all the way, just enough to expose you to the mild, early evening air before he dug into you like a good meal. His fingers holding your lower lips apart made it all too easy for his tongue to drag along your cunt, tasting the juices your body prepared for him. His lips teased your clit, every swipe of his tongue and breath blown against it, giving you a spike of pleasure.
But it was all nothing until he loosened one hand from you and coated his fingers in your slick before licking it off while keeping eye contact, mesmerizing you with every move he made. You never had someone between your legs, licking off your juices as if it was champagne, but it felt amazing to be this worshiped. You relished in every second he took to push his pointer deeper into you up to his knuckle. Immense joy came over you from him licking you throughout it, making sure you'd be prepared as he explored as far as he could reach.
Curling his finger, you let out an involuntarily gasp, causing him to look up. But your expression seemed to reassure him enough of your pleasure, so he continued, slowly pulling out his finger while moving it around inside of you, spreading your walls. Using his hand's full range of motion, he made sure to fuck your hole using his pointer, Rhys's mouth returning to your clit to please you twice as much.
Without realizing it, Rhys added a second digit to the masterful display of his skills, and your head was in the clouds, seeing stars as he kept hitting all the right spots. Every one of your shivers was accompanied by a moan, and it was music to his ears, spurring him on to please you more. Despite not having any intention of letting this end, you were helpless before him, unable to do anything against the building orgasm that felt so right with his head between your legs.
You had completely faded out any interruptions from the carnival behind you, your whole mind focused on the pleasure as Rhys sent you over the edge with ease. Unable to hold back, you gasped his name, over and over, "Rhys… Rhys!" and he complied deliciously by pressing his face harder against you, his fingers plunging in one last time.
Rhys indulged you wholeheartedly, letting you live out the orgasm fully and allowing your hand to grab his hair to hold on to him without any grumbling. Your body hadn't been shaking so hard since a long time, and you couldn't even remember when the last time was, but when it was over, you still felt amazing. Not empty like you would on your own.
Slowly, mindfully, he removed himself from you, licking up the excess juices from your pussy on his own accord before standing up, bringing your shorts with him. You were still panting heavily, leaning against the cold wagon behind you, and the reflection of yourself in his eyes was anything but proper.
"You're beautiful when you come undone, Babe," he complimented you, and you didn't mind his lips brushing against yours, thankful to him for doing you so well that you'd have swallowed everything he gave you, even your own taste. You were still delirious as he pulled your panties and shorts up, even buttoning them up for you like a true gentleman, and it made you feel cared for and happy as he arranged your clothes before holding you against him to intensify the kiss.
It was slow and sensual now, nothing like the eager, needy one you shared before, but you were grateful for it, helping you clear your mind over time. When you two finally separated, you cleared your throat, the usual cacophony of emotions returning as you suddenly felt your feet back on the ground. "T-Thanks," you stuttered, looking at his chest rather than his eyes in a bit of embarrassment. "That was… an amazing demonstration."
Chuckling, Rhys kissed your temple, gripping your butt and squeezing it tightly before letting go. "Anytime, Gorgeous. You should see what else I can do."
Surprised, you raised your eyebrows, curious enough to forget about your embarrassment, and asked him, "Well, what else can you do?"
"You'll find out…" he started, letting go of you in the same way he did the day before, with his hands raised as he walked in a circle around you. "If you come back tomorrow," he grinned mischievously, suddenly disappearing around the corner. You heard the door to the stall opening again, leaving you behind alone. That was cold.
Steading yourself before walking up to the front again, the stall having opened like normal already in the time you needed to get a grip, you watched Rhys stack the tin cans you knocked down again, whistling. The second ball was still lying on the counter since neither of you moved it. You leaned against the counter, propping your head on top of your one palm as he finished up, satisfied with his work.
"You know…" you started, and Rhys's whistling was interrupted as he looked at you curiously after hearing your voice. His good mood was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile, alas, a little flustered. "I'm not like this normally…"
A dazzling smile appeared on his lips, and he turned, placing his hand on top of yours and leaning forward. "Oh, I know, Darling. Don't you dare think I'd do this with just anyone either."
"Then, why me?" you asked eagerly, even leaning forward a little, your eyes flitting to his lips as you were tempted to kiss him again.
"Let's just say, I hate to see you sad. It's… gut-wrenching."
You were split between pitying him and admiring him for being so empathetic towards you—a stranger. It seemed like this man had a good heart despite being too open with it. And yet, you found him all the more alluring, knowing he cared so much for those around him. But… you had to watch yourself. Feelings would do nothing good for either of you, even if what you two had almost felt like a romance out of a movie.
"So… tomorrow," you whispered, and he replied softly, nodding gently, "Yeah, tomorrow. Let's leave all the worries behind tomorrow, okay?"
You smiled bittersweetly, leaning forward to kiss him over the counter. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to truly feel the sweetness of his kiss, the warmth and feeling it carried. Even if it stung, his words were a sweet sentiment, reminding you why you were doing all of this anyway. To forget. To live a little.
"Let's," you agreed as you separated, glancing into his eyes one last time, the joy in them enough to create butterflies in your stomach. "See you then," you bid your farewell, your hands slipping from each other as you turned, still a bit hesitant to go. But eventually, you managed to walk away, hoping he was looking after you like the day before. Hoping you still captured his eyes as much as on the first night.
Behind you, Rhys took the second ball he had arranged for you, barely looking at it as he threw it into the neatly stacked rows of cans, all of them falling from his skilled throw. "It's finally happening," he mumbled, turning his gaze from you to watch as even the last can tumbled off the plank, just like he'd break down the last barrier between you two tomorrow and finally open you up to this new life you'd have with him.
One where sadness simply had no place anymore, after showing you all the things only he could do to make you forget.
My first piece (1 of 3 lol) for The Carnival Collaboration by @demonlamb666! I couldn’t fit my idea with any fandom character so I used my lovely boy Rhys for it and definitely had a lot of fun! ♥ I always forget how fun OCs are until I write for them! He got a bit of a development here to fit his role better, so I hope you guys will still like him! Please enjoy!
Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LEMON, Yandere (in the later parts), Reader has a midlife crisis, PDA, Lots of touching and body contact,
Wordcount: 3428
Chapter I - Distraction
Carnival—a place to fulfill all your desires!
Well, most of them at least. As you made your way through the stands left and right, you took in the sweet smell of candied nuts, churros, and cotton candy hanging in the air. The excitement of the kids screaming and running from one attraction to the next was prickling on your skin as the memories of your childhood spent at this carnival warmed your heart.
It wasn’t every day you got to go home to your parents and relive something you’ve been enjoying a lot as a child. Now an adult, you moved away, started your own life, studied, got a job. You moved on from naive pleasures, as were these events. Friends would invite you out to have fun every now and then, but it rarely was something as exciting as the carnival you still remembered from the past.
Booming voices welcomed you closer to their games, which - at your age - you knew were rigged and barely winnable. Still, you looked at the operators of the stands, smiling from ear to ear in their fun getups as they reeled in paying customers. Most of the time, it were the parents of the excited children who spent money, but you also saw couples trying their best to win prizes for each other and teenage friend groups discussing what to do next. It seemed like every kind of person was hanging out here, making you feel less awkward, alone, and seemingly out of place as you were.
Truth be told, when you heard the carnival was back in town, you laughed about it, thinking it was just a silly kid’s thing. Still, the longer the evening at your parent’s house went on, sitting on the couch and watching boring television shows together, the more you felt the urge to do something. Get out, be on your feet, explore. Really get your mind off things.
After all these years since you last visited the carnival, it was pretty impressive to see they were still doing well. A circus had joined them, as well as many other new attractions. They even had a small Ferris wheel now and bumper cars. Nothing that was drawing you in, but people were queuing up in front of the rides, and you felt happy for the carnival people to have a lot of traction.
With a heavy sigh, you reminded yourself not to think so transactionally. Your mind immediately slipped into dangerous territory as you tried to hypothetically figure out how well business was going for them. Your job was one of the reasons that you decided to come visit your family, rarely ever getting the chance to these days. You knew it was normal for children to leave home, move away, start their own families and work, but just last week, you sat in your office, looking at your work computer, when you realized you hadn’t even called home in months. These days, everything was only about numbers and profit, and you were sick and tired of it.
Life had become a drag, you couldn’t deny it. Get up, brush your teeth, drink coffee, work, come home, have dinner, sleep. All the hobbies you once had, passions and dreams, were neatly packed up in your moving boxes still. You never even opened them since you moved to the big city. Back then, you had become incredibly busy trying to build your life. You imagined that things would change once you settled, opened yourself up to new job opportunities, and organized your free time. But instead of the bright, sparkling future, you envisioned, you felt trapped between responsibilities and your job. You hadn’t met new people in years! And the old ones were slowly forgetting about you since you never had time to go out with them.
Before you knew it, you were burned out, craving things you couldn’t have and pitying yourself for it.
Even when you came home, one of the first things you heard was how proud everyone was of you for making it. For getting a good job and working hard so you could afford a - small, and a little moldy - apartment in the city. How could you break the news to them that your visit wasn’t a planned family reunion, but you, trying to flee from your depressing life for a while? That you were, in fact, not happy at all about the measly salary you had to live off on and that you’ve been eating the same kind of recipe for weeks to no end?
No, you couldn’t do it.
Admitting that what you chose to do wasn’t fulfilling or exciting you as much as you always thought it would was hard, no question. Almost as hard as sitting next to your dad on the couch, watching boring ass shows, and having him point out that the people depicted on the television weren’t as much of a big deal as they thought. Actors - or creative jobs in general - had no worth in your small-town, hands-on kind of family. They weren’t too happy when you decided to leave the town to pursue greater things, preferring if you had stayed and taken over the family’s craft store. But here you were, back in town after finding nothing but disappointment in the city, unwilling to admit that maybe they had been right.
Taking a deep breath, you held back some tears as you stood in the middle of the long pathway between the stands, leading up to the circus and around the carnival site. People were walking by, laughing, enjoying themselves. And then, there was you: a complete downer. You came out here to have fun and get your mind off things, not to be more miserable than you were in the city or at your parents’ place!
Surprisingly, the only sound that could break through to you in the cacophony of voices and jingles was a whistle. Not the shouting of the stand owners around you. Not the squeals of delight and screams of the children who had too much sugar. No, it was a simple whistle calling for your attention, short and directed at you, that made you lift your chin, looking around you.
“Hey there, Cutie,” someone called out to you, and your eyes locked on the face behind the voice, your body twisting into the direction. A young man who couldn’t be older than you waved at you, his lips turning into a grin as your eyes finally met. Brown curls framed a pretty face, a red, round clown’s nose glued to his real one. He was standing behind the counter of one of those throw-a-ball-at-cans stalls, inviting you closer. You had already passed by it while in thought, but now you noticed the stand was barely visited by other people. That, and the random person calling out from it, intrigued you. Not least because his gentle, yellow eyes were beckoning you closer as if he was just as captivated by you.
Looking side to side before turning, partly checking no one was planning on going to the stand, or you’d run into anyone, you stepped closer, curious. Watching you approach with a sense of satisfaction, the man ducked down briefly, pulling up three heavy balls used for the game and placing them on the counter before you. He presented them to you with an inviting gesture, still smiling from ear to ear now that he had your attention.
“It’s bad manners to whistle at people,” you reminded him, glancing behind him at the rows of cans neatly stacked. No doubt the bottommost ones were drilled into the board underneath them to make it impossible to win big prizes from this stall, even though they tried to hide the scam. Not that you wanted to win anything. You didn’t even want to play. But you also didn’t know what exactly the man wanted from you, other than play his game.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend, but…” Taking a seat on the counter next to you, the operator leaned towards you, and the smell of cologne wafted from him, earthy and warm. Like wood and spices. You couldn’t help taking a deep breath, the scent enveloping you gently, drawing you towards him, as the guy continued. “You looked a bit upset standing there. I thought you could need some distraction.”
Giving him a half-hearted smile, you looked between him, the balls, and the cans as he invited you with a broad gesture of his hand to throw one. He didn’t even ask you to pay up, but perhaps this was just a way to draw in more customers if they saw you play or kill the boredom of not having any customers otherwise.
“And you think hitting tin cans will help make aaaaaaall my worries go away?” you questioned sarcastically.
The man’s lips parted, showing his teeth as he grinned, hearing your reply, seemingly amused by your feistiness. Picking up one of the balls, he threw it in the air a couple of times, catching it in the same hand before holding it out to you. “Did for me. My tin cans solved all my problems. They might do the same for you?”
Even though this was definitely a strange situation, you took the ball he gave you. By all means, you appreciated the distraction, even if it was some stranger and you, playfully bickering and throwing balls at tin cans. Aiming at the center of the cans, you focused your throw, hoping to perform well despite it being just a kids’ game. It was good to know you hadn’t lost your bite yet when it came to challenges. You sure loved the tin toss when you were a kid, always wanting to win the biggest stuffed animal possible. But now, believing in the reality of never being able to win since it was rigged, it was kind of silly how easily excitable you still were.
There was just something about this stand that really got to you.
Just as you expected, you were able to knock off the top one and one can in the second row. But while the pyramid tumbled a little, nothing more happened. It was silly. Silly enough to get a little upset about it. Looking back at the guy, you noticed his eyes never moved from you, even when you were focused on the game, the corners of his lips curling higher as you looked back at him, now a little flustered that he was watching your fail so intently.
“I actually feel worse now,” you admitted, trying to laugh off the embarrassment.
“Oh, don’t,” he purred somewhat comfortingly. It felt like he was absolving you of your embarrassment, reminding you it was not that big of a deal. All of a sudden, the man lifted his legs over the counter, letting them hang down next to you before jumping to the ground. Standing on your level now, you noticed how tall he was, looking down at you with a mix of gentleness and… something you couldn’t determine yet. He was much more handsome than you had noticed at first glance, strong arms with defined muscles, giving his body a tender but muscular look. Wearing only a vest instead of a proper shirt, you could see the outlines on his chest before he suddenly disappeared behind you. Those big, strong arms wrapped around you just a second later, and you tensed in surprise, unsure what to make of the situation.
“See, there’s a trick to it, Sweetheart.”
Before you knew what he was doing, he pressed another ball back into your hand, guiding that hand upwards with his own. His chest pressed up to your back, your hips snuggly sitting against his. With the other hand, he pinned your free hand to the counter, urging you to lean forward a little as he lifted your throwing arm into the air and in position.
Not only were you completely enveloped by his body, but the scent of his cologne was also stronger now, tickling your senses again. It was hard to breathe in anything but this man, alongside the warmth of his body against yours, making you melt. His touch was gentle but no less assertive than the rest of his body, sending goosebumps over your skin, all while you felt his muscles move with your body as he directed your throw. This was more contact than you had with anyone in a long time, the years of not dating since college now showing you exactly how needy you were for this. You felt incredibly greedy for wanting more from this stranger, but he probably wasn’t aware of how strongly you missed being so close to someone. It was weird that you were so willing to get riled up by this stranger, but at the same time, it was exactly the distraction you had wanted. What was life without a bit of fun, right? Nonetheless because his scent was slowly turning you on with just how tempting it was.
When he said, “Now!” your body didn’t question his instruction, reacting instinctively to him, letting go of the ball in your hand, and… hitting all of the cans. The crashing sound of the tin cans falling to the ground while you stared in disbelief was only drowned out by the chuckle in your ear as the operator closed the distance to praise you, “Now that was an excellent throw, Darling.”
You instantly felt weak in the knees, hoping he couldn’t feel your body relying on him for support. Thankfully, your ears were covered by hair as you felt them grow hot after he whispered the sweet praise for the throw into them, rendering you flustered. It made you feel like a teenager again, flirting with the cute upperclassman. “Feeling better already?” His voice - a honeyed mumble - was still coming from right beside your ear. But you could hear the grin on his face all while you felt his body grind against yours from behind as he waited for your reply.
Taking a barely hideable deep breath, you hoped you wouldn’t stutter as you turned your head in his direction, glancing at him from over your shoulder. It had become quite obvious that he was enjoying this, so it was only fair if you teased him right back. He watched you squirm in his hold, feeling it as you pressed your buttcheeks against his crotch challengingly, first surprised that you’d play along, then grinning knowingly.
“That went really fast. I think I need another demonstration?” you purred innocently, all while brushing up against him with obvious intention.
“Of course, Sugar,” he agreed, wasting no time pressing you against the stall’s counter, making sure there was not an inch of space between your bodies. While you took a sharp breath, he ran his fingertips along your arm and down to your hands, both of his hands gripping yours from above suddenly, lacing your fingers. “Pay attention now,” he ordered assertively, teasing you with his voice ringing through your skull.
“Lift.”
He stretched your arm high in the air, bringing it up and behind his own head, your shoulder close enough to his lips that you thought he was going to kiss it. Instead, you felt the vibration of his voice against your skin, making you tense as budding arousal made itself known between your legs. For a moment, he remained in this position, feeling your bodies breathe against each other, you so perfectly pinned between him and the counter.
“Focus on where you want to throw.”
How? you wondered, his voice being the only thing that was captivating you right now, stealing all the focus as you wished he’d murmur it more into your ear. All you wanted was to lean in further to him, a complete stranger, and feel more of his body all over yours. This was less of a demonstration of how to throw balls than it was a demonstration of how good his body fit against yours.
“And throw!”
Saying that, he directed you to lower yourself into your knees, ground his hips against yours, and jolted your bodies upwards until you were standing on your tiptoes, leaning over the counter. The bulge in his pants fit right in between your ass cheeks, letting you feel the delicious length you were dealing with as you let go of the ball at his command.
Unsurprisingly for you - even after the thorough instructions - you didn’t hit the cans as planned, the ball bouncing off the back of the stall, while the man let out a teasing, “Oh… That’s too bad,” clearly still smiling as he said that. Placing his hands on your hips for a moment, he pulled you back against him while your breath hitched. You felt like you were on a rollercoaster of emotions, pressing your legs together tightly to somewhat get a hold on yourself. “I’d have loved to reward you for that throw, Buttercup.”
Letting go of you, you whipped around, holding on to the counter behind you as the guy laughed, putting his hands in the air innocently as he walked to the side of the stall, letting himself in through the door again. “But alas,” he sighed, leaning down to collect the balls you threw and putting them away.
“All I have for you is this rose.” Pulling forth one of the cheapest prizes, a plastic flower, he slipped it behind your ear, leaning on the counter, supported by his arms. “But I’m sure I at least got your mind off things, right?”
With your heart still racing, you tried to keep the eye contact, the brilliant, citrine glow of his not being subtle about how much he enjoyed this too, as it drilled into you. You could tell he was a terrible tease, but you had to admit he wasn’t wrong. At least for a little bit, he made you forget about your worries, even if you found it hard to admit. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Tin Toss Boy?” you challenged him, keeping your chin high and proud, his smile growing wider with excitement.
“It’s Rhys. But if my little demonstration wasn’t enough to help you with your worries, feel free to drop by again tomorrow. I’ll be here aaaall weekend, happy to help.”
Winking at you, you couldn’t help but laugh for the first time since the exchange started. When you told your parents you’d be going to the carnival, this wasn’t what they thought you were doing. In fact, it wasn’t what you thought you’d do that day either. Chuckling, you took the rose from behind your ear, twirling the plastic stem between your fingers.
“Maybe I will, Rhys,” you made an open promise to him, turning to walk away as you heard him take a sharp breath before letting out a small, pleasurable grumble. You could feel his eyes on you, scanning you from head to toe, and it made you feel even hotter, hearing and feeling that he liked what he saw.
Looking back over your shoulder, your eyes met as you heard him say, “God, I hope.”
When you returned home, your parents had already gone to sleep, the house quiet and dark. You were still holding the rose in your hands, twirling it before your nose again, still faintly smelling his cologne on it. A draft of the scent and your body instantly remembered how his chest felt against your back, the vibrations of his voice in your ear teasing long-forgotten desires inside of you, and most of all, the hard resistance in his pants as you pressed against his crotch.
No matter how strange and intrusive this stranger had been, you couldn’t help that he set off a lot of neediness inside you, making you ache for him between your legs and even deep inside your core. You had never clicked with someone like Rhys before. Someone confident, eager, and dominant with what he wanted. It flattered you beyond imagination that he wanted you of all people; certainly, he’d have enough options with his dashing looks. But you remembered the hunger festering in his eyes as he looked after you, the thought better than sex itself. Maybe he was bored, perhaps just a little weird, but you’d be damned if you didn’t return for another taste of adventure you had with him the next day.
However, that night, you could only dream about what he’d demonstrate to you next.
