✉ Request: I dunno where else to send this so,,, imagine Peter with a chubby!Y/N. He's constantly groping their belly and thighs, nipping at their chest and butt, and when he's in a softer mood, nuzzling into the soft skin just under their chin. [Anon]
!!Warnings!!: [18+ NSFW] Obsession, Controlling, Biting, etc.
+ Let me tell you something. If you EVER doubt your looks, like your just having a low self esteem day. Do yourself a favor and don’t let him find out.
+ This man will force you to strip naked and stand in front of a mirror as he compliments, kisses, and nips at every (and I mean every) part of you
+ Ends with him fucking you while making you to watch in the reflection
+ He will stare into your soul through that mirror as he fucks you senseless, turning you into a quivering shaking mess
+ If you even try to break eye contact by looking down, he’ll force your head back up and begin mercilessly teasing you
+ “Hey, don’t look away now. You’re missing the show.”
+ “How could you not love yourself? Just look at how adorable you are.”
+ He likes to fuck you missionary just so he can grab at your rolls and tits as he pounds into you until your seeing stars
+ (Also likes to fuck you doggy so he can grab and knead your ass)
+ Loves laying right on your tummy or chest when he goes to bed
+ Or when he’s just looking for a nap and some physical touch, he’ll go for your thighs or even make you lay on your stomach so he can use your ass as a pillow
+ He always talks about how he wishes he could eat you up, and sometimes you think he really contemplates it with how many of his teeth marks cover your skin
+ Loves spoon feeding you! Seeing you enjoy something he made especially for you makes his heart explode
+ He’ll fill you up in more ways than one that’s for sure
You groaned, then reached over to your bedside table, where your repetitively vibrating phone lay. Who in their right mind calls in the morning?! Well, you had already been awake. In fact, you had been staring at the ceiling for a while, not having the energy to get out of bed. Still, it annoyed you. Anyone who knew you would know that this time, you'd be half awake. A few curses were mumbled under your breath as you put the phone to your ear. Your hands tried to rub the sleep from your eyes.
"Hello?" you sighed out.
"Good morning! I'm guessing this is (Y/N) speaking?"
At that, you froze. This wasn't a voice you recognized. In fact, it sounded as if the voice was modulated somehow. Maybe a salesperson? "Who is this?" you asked.
"Ah, it is then, wonderful! As for who I am, don't concern yourself with that. Listen, how have you been feeling lately?"
Well, if this was a salesperson, you could just hang up on them mid-sales pitch. For now, though, you could hear them out. Just a bit. Maybe it would help wake you up.
"Mmm...I dunno...tired I guess." you tried to be vague, but the nine-to-five shifts were starting to get to you, "Been working a lot lately, and there's a ton of stuff going on."
"Oh, jeez." the caller's voice gained a sympathetic note. "Have you had time to take care of yourself?"
"I...guess not."
"Alright then, mind if I ask you a few questions?"
Oh! Was this a survey, then? Okay, you could do that. It was a weird one, judging by how it had been started, but ultimately harmless sounding. Better a survey than a sales pitch.
"Sure."
"Could you get out of bed for me?"
Again, you froze. "How did you know I was in bed?"
"An educated guess, love! With the time and the tone of your voice, it gave that impression to me." after a pause, the caller added, "Don't worry about it, I've kinda gotten good at reading people. It's not something everyone picks up on."
"Rather creepy of you," you thought out loud.
To this, the phone person laughed. "Sorry about that! I'm better at emotions than, er, social situations."
Even so, you supposed that made sense. Taking a deep breath, you flipped the covers off of your body and started standing up. Your form stretched out. The breeze from the open window (hadn't you closed it? huh.) licked against your face. Ooh, refreshing. This time, the sigh you let out was one of relief.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Despite the fact that they wouldn't be able to see it, your shrugged.
"Next question! What's your favorite candy?"
"Candy?" you frowned.
Weird. You took a moment to think about it as you re-closed the window. Just what kind of survey was this? After scratching your head a bit, you gave an answer. On the other end, the caller mumbled it to themselves the way some do when they're writing information down.
From there, they asked more odd things. Did you like fluffy blankets? What about candles? What's your favorite candle scent? Were you more likely to take a bath or a shower? Was there anything that you could attach a keychain or patch to? What's your favorite animal? You couldn't see many commonalities between all the questions, besides that they were more things that you asked someone you wanted to get to know better, rather than someone you were formal with.
"Alright!" once they had apparently reached the final question, you could practically hear the smile in the caller's voice. "Y/N, I wanted to thank you for bearing through this. I learned a lot! It was so helpful of you."
"Uh...you're welcome," you replied, still trying to wrap your head around this.
"One last thing. Since it's morning, you probably have a bit of time on your hands, yes? Take a bit to say some affirmations, or do something for fun. Whatever helps. I lo-" suddenly, the caller coughed, "Sorry about that. Have a good morning, Y/N!"
"Thanks," your customer service instinct kicked in, "you too."
Click.
Apparently, you had a self-care mission. There was no actual need to do it, but like the caller said, you did have the time to, and you supposed it wouldn't hurt. Like with the questions, it took a bit to think of something. What you did think of was perfect, though.
In the middle of your chosen activity, the doorbell rang. Lucy...probably wouldn't get it. Fine. Stretching again, you went over to the door of your apartment and opened it.
No one was there. Even as you gazed around, there was no sign of anyone nearby. One thing was laid at your doorstep, though.
A bundle. Food, clothes, decorations, various comforts. All of them happened to be your favorite types of things. The finishing touch was a piece of paper with a note in your favorite color, and the pen that had, supposedly, wrote said note.
"Thanks again!
- A"
With the questions you had been asked, there was no way this was a coincidence. Was this a prank? Once more, you looked around. Then, you bent down, scooped up the bundle, and carried it inside.
...They were your favorite things, after all, and it would be a shame to waste them.
Around the corner, a stranger smiled with repressed glee. Oh yes, repressed! They wanted to jump for joy, to squeal and congratulate themselves on the fact that you had liked their gift. In fact, after their call with you, they had waved their hands about and made a few high-pitched noises. This time, though, they'd be quiet.
Hey, sorry for bothering you. Me and my friends have had a YourBoyfriendGame AU for a while but we still need to clear some things up. So, you seeming like you know your way around these characters, how would Peter and TK react if Y/N was cloned and suddenly there were two of them? Who would they love more?
──⇌••⇋──
I don't think Peter would love either of you more, just both of you equally as possessive and crazy. Two of you is probably like a dream come true for this man. He wants both of you all to himself. A lot more work if you're a fighter, but also worth it.
On the other hand, although TK likes you, having two of you will throw them for a complete loop. They'll probably feel a stronger connection for the original Y/N, whoever that might be. Even if you're clones, and you're both technically the exact same, in their eyes, you aren't. The clone isn't who TK fell in love with. You are.
Fluffy smut, p*rn with a plot, whatever you prefer to call it. Some bondage and sadomasochism. Could technically be seen as body worship. This is all consensual.
Minors, live your life. And don’t use said life to read this before you’re 18.
A serving or two of insecurity
Hozier references???
You were at your computer, catching up on the things that had gone by in your time away. Fluffy stuff about animals, status updates from acquaintances, weather updates, whatever came up on your timeline. To be frank, you were just killing time. A few minutes ago, you had ordered some takeout, and there wasn’t much to do but wait. Besides, your mind got dark when unoccupied. It was easier to distract yourself with a constantly updating feed. Any time you zoned out, you could scroll, and boom, presto, voila, just like that, you were looking at a cute cat photo or an oddly interesting news article about burial procedures in Ancient Egypt.
That was until someone knocked at your bedroom door. Lucy, maybe? When you missed a person at the door, she’d greet them in your stead, so it wasn’t unlikely that had happened again.
“Come in.”
Nope, not Lucy. It was your partner, Aspyn, actually. You gave them a quick smile before returning to your browsing. They nodded back. Unusually silent, they jumped into bed beside you. In a few seconds, they had their arms wrapped around you from behind, head resting on your shoulder.
“Whatcha doin?” they asked. One of their hands combed its fingers through your hair.
“Nothing much.”
“Mmm…” Butterfly kisses began to be sprinkled about your neck. A shiver went down your spine as Aspyn’s embrace grew tighter. The kisses got deeper, started adding tongue, more and more you felt Aspyn’s breath become warmer against your skin. “...good to know,” they whispered.
You bit your lip. “I ordered takeout—”
“And whoever delivers it can wait.” Teeth from a mischievous grin you knew all too well started pressing against your collar. “Lucy owes you for every night she’s kept you up, and every time you’ve had to pay her share of the rent as well as your own.” Aspyn stopped for a moment. “Is there anything else concerning you? This doesn’t—”
“No.”
“Ohhh, I see.” Those kisses to your neck became sloppy and started turning into gentle bites. Said gentleness wouldn’t last long. “Just playing hard to get, then, my darling (Y/N)?”
“I dunno,” You reached up a hand to fondly hold Aspyn’s cheek. “You tell me.”
“(Y/N)...” Your partner’s hand met yours. The bites to your neck became vicious and determined to leave marks. Aspyn’s other hand clenched into a fist in your hair. A cry left your throat as that hand then pulled back, leading to Aspyn kissing all over your face. “(Y/N)...” Then, the hand that had pulled your hair was peeling off your shirt. Their mouth trailed up and down your chest. Meanwhile, they rearranged positions so you were now laying down comfortably on the bed and they were straddling your waist. “(Y/N)...”
It was then you noticed the drooping shape of Aspyn’s eyes. Due to their on-again-off-again self-induced insomnia, their eyes were already somewhat shadowed, but this was different. There was a red tint to their sclera. Had they been crying? You knew that in those moments where Aspyn’s negative emotions burst out of them, they preferred that no one saw them in such a way. Still, it was...concerning.
“Aspyn?” once again, your hand reached to hold their face, “You doing okay?”
At that, a noise was ripped from their throat. You could feel their entire form stiffen on top of you, then their head fell, and all that tension released. “I didn’t think…” they trailed off. Oh. Oh no, they were sniffling. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, hey, no, it’s okay.” Your arms wrapped around them while you sat up. “Do you want to tell me?”
“Yeah.”
“Go ahead, then.”
After that, Aspyn bit their lip, then took a deep, shaky breath.
“...Most of my friends are busy right now. I’ve been trying to occupy myself, work on my art, my writing, my music, but that passion is harder to reach for when the space feels so empty.” Again, they inhaled. “My thoughts start to...fill the space.”
In response, you just held them softly, rocking them back and forth. “What kind of thoughts?”
“...Bad ones.” they admitted, “Comparison, self-loathing, doubts, what-ifs...that sorta thing.”
You nodded.
“So I thought I’d come here and...make sure. Try to remind myself that those thoughts are wrong. That people still love me, not just for what I do for them, but for who I am. That everyone goes at their own pace. ...Y’know?”
“Yeah,” once more, you nodded, “I think I do.”
“You know I love you, right? Even when not everything I do is for you, I love you, so,” the words were starting to sound like marbles they pushed from their throat, past the choking sobs, “so much.”
“Deep breaths.” Your hands ran up and down their back. “It’s okay. You are more than what you do for others.”
As you instructed, they inhaled and exhaled. Inhaled and exhaled. Inhaled and exhaled. For a moment, you recognized the 4, 7, 8 breath pattern, and smiled to yourself. “Okay.” they started. “Do you still want to—”
“Yes, please.”
“...Me too. God, me too.”
Aspyn pushed you back down, and you looked at their face. This expression they had was less familiar. From the previous moment you two had shared, there still remained the messy tear stains and redness, but they still smiled, and it felt...well, genuine. Loving, even.
“Not just for you,” they promised, reaching over to a drawer at your bedside table. “For me, because I love you, and god, that includes every single part of you.” A necktie was pulled from the drawer. Ah, there was the mischievous grin. Playfully, you struggled, but Aspyn just muttered sweet nothings as they, eventually, pinned down your arms and tied them up. “Mine,” they whispered. “Yours,” you echoed. That practically drove them crazy. Their pull at your pants was impatient, and the way they continued their pattern of kisses and bites up and down your legs was dedicated. “Fuck, I hope that someday, the way I die is having my skull crushed between your thighs.”
“What?” you laughed, raising your eyebrows.
“Oh c’mon, death can be romantic, ask Hozier.”
“Huh.” to that, you shrugged “Take me to church.”
“Gladly.” Aspyn gave a long lick to your inner thigh. The two of you shared a prolonged look where their sharp teeth glistened in a warm smile. After that, they practically disappeared between your legs. Their tongue curled and bent in ways that were, quite frankly, impressive. From just a few seconds, you could feel your insides forming a knot. It took them some exploring, some circling, some up and down movement of their head, but eventually, you were shaking. If you weren’t tied up, you’ be using your hands to stifle your moans. Both of you knew that. Aspyn, though, wanted to hear you sing. You were their songbird. So no, you could not silence yourself, you would let out every noise, and everyone in the world would know that you belonged to them.
And you sung alright. “Ah—Aspyn! Oh, oh, please, right there—”
Sounds of pleasure vibrated on Aspyn’s tongue. There was no teasing, no hesitation, just unsaid praises communicated in pants and the work of their lips. They weren’t kidding when they said they loved every single part of you.
“S-so...so close…please!” You pleaded.
Oh, they had you. Aspyn pushed themselves further, fully pressed their mouth onto you. Their hands held you at your waist, bucking your hips towards their face in time with their breathing. Your legs wrapped around their head.
And then the knot inside you broke. Tremors ran through your body, from the core of your brain to the tips of your toes. When the haze cleared a bit, you could faintly hear Aspyn chuckling.
“...Your taste…indescribable, my love. Definitely worth the mess.”
Blushing, you glanced aside.
Still laughing to themselves a bit, Aspyn got up to clean off their face with a paper towel. For a few moments, you watched them. They went out of view. The echo of Aspyn humming to themselves floated around the room. Once they were in range again, you cleared your throat.
“Are you going to untie me?”
They snorted. In mock focus, Aspyn tapped their chin. Then, they jumped into bed with you, and wrapped their arms around your waist. A sigh left their lips.
“No <3.”
You scoffed.
“Not yet anyway,” they finished.
“...Fine. As long as you let me go eventually.”
“Hmhm…” Aspyn burrowed their face against your chest. “...No promises.”
...Well, whatever made them happy. From now on, you felt the two of you would be more open about the emotions you kept hidden from the public eye. That, at least, was a promise.
Weeks ago, you would have said that your bed was only big enough for one other person. Not so, apparently. Besides your partners all insisting to have a place near you, they all, miraculously, had not fallen off when you woke up. Your boyfriend on your left, your girlfriend on your right, and your joyfriend on top of you. This, evidently, was what you’d be waking up to from now on. Admittedly, it was endearing. Sarah smiled in her sleep when next to you. Peter buried his head close to your neck, mumbling sweet nothings until either he or you fell asleep. Aspyn gazed at you with all the love in the world. All of them breathed gently so as not to disturb your rest.
Trying your best not to wake up any of them, you slid yourself out from under Aspyn and pried Sarah and Peter’s soft grip on your arms. You didn’t expect to be the first awake. Since you were, though, you might as well find out if Lucy had made you coffee. Slowly, you got yourself up to a shaky stand. Then, you eased your way, one step at a time, through the tangle of your partners, and off of your bed. Before heading for the door, you looked behind you to look at your lovers resting in bed. Goodness. They were all...simply adorable.
It was crazy to think that you were dating all three of them. Yep! These three charming folks were all interested in dating you, of all people. You didn’t know it, but it had taken a lot of reasoning and discussion.
At the end of the day, they were all...possessive. Especially Peter. Sarah and Aspyn came to a mutual agreement that if you were happy dating both of them, it would be the best outcome. Thus, they took it upon themselves to convince Peter. Combined, of course. It was a precaution, cause if Peter acted out in any way, they’d be more likely to knock him out working together. The two would, in fact, find out it was needed.
“You don’t deserve them!” Peter roared out at the two.
While Aspyn gave a nervous smile, Sarah rolled her eyes. One had been more optimistic than the other when it came to how this talk would go. She had tried to tell them.
“Bro, it’s not about what we deserve or want,” the girl sighed. “It’s about what Y/N deserves and wants.”
Aspyn nodded, their smile becoming more stable. “What it comes down to is that Y/N may like one of us, multiple of us, or, worst-case scenario, none of us. In any case, we should respect their choice!”
“And,” Sarah added, “be civil if they do like all of us. That’s especially in regards to you, brother.”
Teeth gritted, Peter started to speak, only for Aspyn to hold up a finger. “Up-bup-bup! Your sibling feud aside—” here, both sister and brother glanced aside, but Aspyn continued, “—don’t you think Y/N would be happier if they received love from multiple sources?”
To that, he blinked a bit. There were a few seconds of silence where Aspyn and his sister gazed at him in anticipation. Gears turned in his head. He couldn’t, Y/N was his alone. But Y/N was also their own person, and they did deserve all the love in the world. If he was asleep or away, they would make up for his absence. Would letting these two date them mean he had given up on his dream, though? Then again, he would also partake? What would his therapist do? Argh! Peter’s eyes darted from side to side. He took a deep breath.
“...Fine.”
Immediately, Aspyn was cheering. His sister’s reaction was more subdued, though she did hold up her hand to high-five her friend and possible metamour. It seemed like they were through with flying colors.
Then, it was Peter who held up a finger. “On one condition.”
“Sure.” Sarah sneered.
“If you ever do anything to hurt Y/N in any way, I have full rights to hunt you down and make you die a hundred times over.”
As a reply, both Aspyn and his sister snickered.
“Please, blue boy,” a smirk crawled up Aspyn’s face, “you know as well as we do that not only is that a deal, it’ll apply vice versa.”
“And if anyone hurts them, there will be more than one person coming after that absolute waste of life.” Sarah nodded.
“...Weird that you two have teamed up,” Peter mumbled.
“Sarah’s cute, and we were acquainted for a while.”
“Heh, you’re too kind. Anyways...I guess we all have a confession to make now. Do we want to do this together?”
“...Yeah.” he sighed. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been too nervous to even speak with them.”
“God,” his sister echoed his sigh. “same.”
“You kinda have to...ease yourself into it.” Aspyn smiled. “It helped me to make myself just seem like anyone else, and then gradually get closer to them. A little at a time, y’know?”
Peter nodded, thoughts swirling.
“Alright then,” Sarah clapped “bro, A, let’s hatch a plan.”
Hello everyone, this blog is mainly for the purpose of me discussing Your Boyfriend, as well as other content that is 18+ for one reason or another. I'll be trying to ensure that anything explicit still isn't easy to get to. A lot will be put behind "read more"s. If this stuff's not for you, then my main blog is @song-writer-melo-wrath <3
Anyways! I made a sona/OC/FC for the game Your Boyfriend, and I've been thinking about them a bit lately, so I thought I'd share those thoughts!
This is Aspyn!
When it comes to fan characters for videogames, I've come to like thinking about how they fit in the world. What would their function be, in this game?
Like other sonas, Aspyn can act as a Y/N and/or in the place of Y/N. They have a few traits that make them different, though. Aspyn doesn't fall in love instantly, and so is actually more likely to go for Lucy, TK, or Sarah. I might touch on that in another post. Like regular Y/N, Aspyn would have different choices that the player could make. Some are different. Peter can be dated, but attraction isn't guaranteed. Plus maybe more friendzone options. Basically, more possible reciprocation and non-reciprocation.
However, I could easily see Aspyn being a side character Y/N interacts with. Maybe as a friend from college. Or, maybe they're a regular of the diner who has gotten to know both Y/N and TK. Either way, they'd try to help you.
Functionally, Aspyn might just give you hints for possible collectibles, or even guidance in routes. Plus, they're always willing to lend an ear. Under the right circumstances, they could even be...
...your joyfriend.
But that's a thought for another time :)
Another thing is that while Peter (and I believe Sarah?) can see the game for, well what it is, Aspyn has the possibility of seeing the game for its memory. Perhaps that's too edgy fhdnch-- A lot of stuff gets complicated.
But hey, that's a possible enemies to lovers dynamic with Peter, and I do love a good enemies to lovers dynamic. 👀
Oh, in case you haven't gathered, Aspyn is non-binary, pan, and on the ace/aro spectrum.
And of course, all of the credit for the content of Your Boyfriend goes to @invertedmindinc
Was thinking of making this blog function as an ask blog for Aspyn (+ my hcs for YB and YG) and a writing request blog, but I dunno if anyone would be interested in that, haha!
