I Love Hot Unhinged Men

About me:

Hi, I'm Silver and I love to make fan art and write fanfictions of my hyperfixations lmao. I'm not the most consistent content creator, though I still love to share what I create with others. And maybe make some friends along the way as well!

About my blog:

This blog is mostly me simping and creating content for villains, yanderes, and overall morally ambiguous characters. Most of the content I reblog and create is NSFW. If this is your cup of tea, feel free to interact!

My writing:

I don’t give permission for my work to be reposted on this or any other platform.

Vincent: The Secret Of Myers and Therapy With Doctor Albert Krueger

"it's a draw again, fuck" Vincent/Albert (NSFW) AO3 Tumblr

Spider-Man: Across the Spider Verse

“MOJABI GHOST” Miguel O’Hara/Fem Reader AO3 Tumblr

See Thru: Need a Friend?

"Mind Games" Friend/AFAB Reader (NSFW) AO3 Tumblr

"Fuck games, I want you" Friend/AFAB Reader (NSFW) AO3

"The three words remained unsaid" Friend/GN Reader (SFW) AO3 Tumblr

"Adult Games" Friend/GN Reader (NSFW) AO3 Tumblr

“Obsesión (Obsession)” Friend/GN Reader, Keagan/GN Reader (NSFW) Tumblr

“LIMBO” Friend/GN Reader (NSFW) Tumblr

“Blow it for me~” Friend/GN Reader (NSFW) Tumblr

“Hide and seek” Friend/AFAB Reader Tumblr

“STNAF Coraline AU” Ch.1

Yandere Writing

Yan! Girlfriend X Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Yan! Stalker X Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Yan! CEO X Fem! Reader (NSFW)

“A Letter to my Darling~” GN! Yandere X Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Yan! Villain X Fem! Hero Reader (SFW) part 1

Yan! Wolfboy X Fem! Reader (NSFW) part 2

Poetry

“Vicious Cycle” a Dabi inspired poem

More to be released soon!

My fanart:

See Thru: Need a Friend?

“You’re so needy, baby…” you purr against his neck, teasing and sucking on his skin, wanting to hear more of his beautiful sounds.

Wolf squirms against you, the feeling of your teeth against his skin driving him wild. “Need… you…” he pants, voice husky, breath coming in short bursts. His skin feels warm, his heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest.

“Please… More…”

“What do you need, baby. You have to be specific…” You murmur softly as you nibble on his earlobe.

There’s a long silence as Wolf tries to formulate his thoughts. You can hear his breathing quicken, and suddenly he’s writhing underneath you. “Want you… want you all for me…” he pants, voice raspy, breath shaky.

“Need you…”

“Yeah? You need me, baby?” You purr in his ear, your hands roaming his body. “You want me to touch you? Want me to make you feel good~?”

Wolf whimpers, arching up against you at the touch of your hands. “Yes… yes… yes.” he whispers raggedly, chest rising sharply with an inhale. “Touch… make me feel good…”

“Beg.” You growl lowly into his ear, your hands delving under his shirt and caressing his chest.

The word brings a shiver to Wolf’s body, and he obeys instantly. “Please… please make me feel good…” he whispers, breathing becoming heavier. “Want you… only you… want to… oh, god…”

“Good boy~” You praise him, removing his shirt as you begin to drag your tongue around his nipples, sucking and biting softly.

Wolf arches underneath you, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as your tongue makes contact with his skin. His hands clamp down on your shoulders, tight and grasping, almost scratching your back.

“Oh, god…” he whimpers. “More… please, more… please, please…”

You growl lowly in approval as your hands begin to work with unbuckling his belt and taking off his bottoms.

Wolf lets out a sharp inhale, teeth clamping down on his lip as he holds back a moan. There’s almost a visible shudder in his body as you brush against his waist.

“Oh, god…” he gasps. “I-I need… I need… I—“

“I know, baby…” You coo softly as you finish undressing him. You look back into his eyes and I caress his cheek gently again. “You’re so beautiful~”

You can almost see his heart skip a beat at that. Wolf’s jaw drops open as he stares back up at you, wide-eyed, skin flushed and slick from his perspiration.

“Beautiful?” he whispers, voice thick and hoarse. “I’m… beautiful to you?”

“The most beautiful boy ever~” You say softly and lean down to kiss him tenderly, cupping his face gently.

Wolf pulls himself into your kiss, pressing his lips against yours, eager and needy.

“Beautiful… oh, god, you think I’m beautiful?” he breathes, pulling you down on top of him. “No one has ever thought I was beautiful… no one but you…”

“My pretty boy~” You moan into the kiss. “Do you want to make love to me, baby~?”

His breathing grows even heavier at those words, his heartbeat thundering in his ears, his lips hungry and eager for your own.

“Yes… yes, yes…” he pants, pulling you down onto him once again. “Now… make love to… make love to you!”

You respond to his hunger with your own, devouring his lips in a heated kiss. You remove your clothes and guide his hands to touch your naked body all over and watch as you wriggle and writhe under his touch.

Wolf’s hands obey eagerly, gliding over every inch of you, hungrily drinking in your skin, your scent. His breathing grows heavy as a light sweat forms all along his body. Every touch, every stroke sends a shiver through him that he can’t seem to contain, a low moan escaping his lips.

“You want me~?” You chuckle deviously as you tease him.

“Yes! I want you! I want you so much,” Wolf pants. “Need you… oh, god… I need you…”

His kisses become more eager, your taste like an addictive poison, and Wolf can’t help but give into it.

“Then take me like you mean it~” You growl in his ear, telling him to take what he wants from you. Telling him to take what’s his.

Wolf’s eyes go wide at your command, and he doesn’t hesitate before rolling you over and mounting you, straddling your hips tightly. His breath is hot and heavy against your ear, his eyes wide and wild. If you can feel it, you’re sure it’s like lightning in the atmosphere. Pure, hot electricity—because Wolf’s entire body practically bristles with a charge that demands you, that begs you to take him.

“Oh, god… You’re mine… only mine…”

You moan once you feel him mount you and take control. You shiver under his body in anticipation, arching your back for him to go on and take you like an animal. “Yours…”

Wolf’s eyes darken as he lets out a grunt. His body seems to vibrate in anticipation. It takes all of his strength to hold himself in, to not drive himself right into you. He stares down at you with eyes that hold an almost feral intensity.

“Take… you’re gonna take it all…” he breathes raggedly. “Oh, god…”

“Wolf…” you whimper so needy and desperate. “I need you, please…” You look into his eyes with a blush. “I need you… inside of me…”

Wolf throws his head back and lets out a howl of pure desire. His chest rises and falls sharply, his body quivering for a moment as he tries to pull himself together.

“I need you too… so much…” he pants, pushing his hard, weeping cock inside, barely able to contain himself. His eyes are so, so wide as he stares down at you. He can feel it, feel everything. He takes a deep inhale of your scent, like he’s drinking it in in the deepest, most primal part of him.

You groan lowly as you feel him press further and deeper into you, clutching the sheets of the bed with a vice. It takes all of you not to scream in pain and pleasure. You can only squirm underneath him from the feeling of his fat cock stretching your tight pussy.

Wolf can see the pain in your face. It makes him whimper, cry out, his eyes closing shut tightly as a sob escapes his lips. “Oh, god, I’m hurting you…” he whispers, but makes no motion to pull away. No, he doesn’t want to do that. He’s finally where he needs to be. Where he belongs.

“I’m sorry… oh, god…”

“No…” You gasp softly. “It hurts so good…”You caress his cheek gently, your warm breath fanning his face. “You’re just… so big…” You moan softly under your breath, closing your eyes and bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Wolf lets out a soft, satisfied groan at those words, his body relaxing a little bit. He pulls out almost completely before entering slowly once more, doing his best not to hurt you again… but the little cries and whimpers he draws out of you make it hard.

He stares down at you, all the pain gone from his voice, replaced with need, desire, desperation: “Tell me to stop if it hurts too much…”

You let out a deep, guttural moan once he starts thrusting, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop… feels.. so good!” You mewl, so needy in a way you’ve never had before.

That’s all the encouragement Wolf needs. His body practically shivers, his lungs burning with need, his heart thundering so loud he’s surprised you can’t hear it at your ear. His hands grasp for anything they can grab, and his hips move with a feverish passion. He’s a wild animal, no longer thinking, only focusing on you.

“Yes…” he pants. "Yes…”

“Wolf..! Oh god…” You moan out in deep pleasure as he moves his hips like a wild animal, making you see stars on the corner of your eyes as he delves deeper into you. “Just like that… yes.. yes~”

Wolf whimpers at the sound of your voice, your cries of pleasure driving him to push himself even farther in. The sounds you make… there’s no comparison. Nothing, in his entire existence, has ever sounded so good. He wants to hear them forever. He wants to make you make them for him forever.

So, without another thought in his head, Wolf takes you again, harder, faster, in a frenzy of movement that borders on violent. "Like this? Like this, baby?" he pants.

“Yes! Oh, god… just like that baby…” You cry out in ecstasy, no thoughts in your head but him and how good he’s making you feel. The primal need and desire within you grows tenfold. “Breed me… please! I need—“ You let out a low whimper.

You see a flash of pure joy in his eyes for a split second, before his face is buried against your breasts, his hot, heavy breaths filling the space between.

He drives into you again and again, no finesse, no gentle tenderness. He’s lost in a world of want, a world of need. This is where he belongs.

A low cry of ecstasy leaves from his lips as he comes, thrusting his fat, swelling knot into your aching cunt.

“Nngh- yes! Yes… ahh…” You let out a high pitched moan and dig your nails deeper into his back as you feel him come. You bite your lip at the sheer pleasure as you reach your climax, shaking and writhing underneath him, absolutely blissed out.

Wolf whimpers at the sound of you, your words in sharp contrast to his own primal noises of pleasure. It’s almost… adorable.

He lets out a satisfied smile, a look of pure contentment crossing his face as he remains deep inside you, loving the way your walls flutter around his knot. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. When he opens them once more, his face looks almost… transformed.

You whimper and cling to him tightly, burying your face into his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. The aftershocks of pleasure still wrack your body as it twitches and trembles slightly. You become even clingier and needier after your session as you focus on him to keep yourself grounded from all the overwhelming emotions you’re feeling.

That’s it. That’s what he needs. The way you cling to him, the way you depend on him… it’s like a dream come true.

“I’m right here,” he whispers to you, a soft smile on his lips as he traces circles on your back gently. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

Wolf holds you, stroking your hair lightly, smiling softly. The whole world seems to fade away, leaving only you two. For now, nothing matters to him but his darling.

“Mine… All mine.” His voice is a ragged whisper, the smile on his face transforming from loving to possessive in an instant. There’s a sense of hunger in his expression, a craving that cannot be sated. The way he looks at you… you’ve never seen the way he looks at you at this very moment.

Who could ever stop thinking about you, is the question that he should be asking. But he doesn't. And he’s well aware why.

Because that would require him to accept the reality that he fucked up the only thing that had given him happiness and warmth after what had happened with his daughter. And once again, it’s something that he doesn’t allow himself to forgive.

At first, you were only a hindrance, an annoyance which he could not get rid of. You were always looking at him with that sweet expression, ready to face the next anomaly with a smile and good attitude. He couldn’t stand you. The fact that you could face every problem and tragedy, a particular characteristic of spiderpeople, without your spirit being corrupted ... he hated it. He hated it to death.

Yet, observe how easy it is for him to lie. Because in reality, he never hated you. How could he hate the one person who received him with such a unique and special warmth and affection— the woman who, one by one, took down each one of his walls, making them crumble to the ground and fall as he did when he fell in love with you. Although, too late.

He lets out a dry laugh. There is no doubt that he is Spider-Man: the people he loves never stay for long.

Isn't that how he ended up here in the first place?

He sighs, exhausted. I don't want to think anymore.

He takes a swig from the whiskey and frowns, letting out a sound of disgust from the watered down drink and decides to get back into the penthouse. He looks around.

And now what?

Fuck this pity party. Miguel may not be in his five senses at the moment, but he doesn’t think twice before activating his nanotech suit and traveling to your dimension. He doesn't know what is the right to do; If you prefer your space, that he never contacts you again. All he knows is that he cannot stand this purgatory; and that your screams and curses are better than the overwhelming silence of his apartment.

As soon as he steps out of the portal into your apartment, you can already sense each other. It is almost impossible to sneak up on a Spider person, that's why he isn’t surprised when he finds you sitting in your living room, staring at him without blinking.

"What are you doing here?" You ask without emotion after several seconds of silence.

"You know what I came for." he says as he removes his mask and approaches your figure. However, your cold look stops him in his tracks.

“I don't care. I want you to say it.” you say while you stare into his eyes sharply. He deserves it. "Be direct for once in your life."

"Hey," he warns, baring his fangs. “Don’t push it.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, ignoring his warning. "Then leave. I was clear: don't come back until you tell me how you really feel.”

"Don't you think I want to?!" Miguel shouts, frustrated; Not with you. Never with you. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, controlling his anger. When he opens his eyes, you’re surprised to see actual remorse. "I'm dying to have you in my arms again..."

You can’t help to soften your expression when you caught the frustration in his voice and how difficult it is to express his true emotions at the moment. "Then why the hesitation?" You ask softly, your voice a sweet melody to his ears. Then, a sudden thought makes your blood run cold. “...unless I wasn’t good enough for you.” Your voice trembles and you can't suppress the tears that arise.

Miguel’s face falls and without thinking twice, he runs to you and hugs you tightly, snaking an arm around your waist and his hand behind your neck. He listens as you sob into chest and he brings you even closer, his hand gently stroking your back. "Shh... no, my love, that can’t be further away from the truth." He whispers softly into your ear. "I am the one who’s not good enough for you."

Miguel lets out a dry, incredulous laugh. “I'm the worst… to cause the most wonderful woman in all of the multiverse to think the opposite…” He presses a kiss against your forehead and brings you closer to him. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Please, forgive me for being such a coward.” He murmurs apologetically as he buries his face into your neck and breathes in your scent.

God, how I missed this smell~

He leans back and stares into your eyes, stroking your cheeks and wiping your tears.

"I love you," he declares, more confident than ever. "I don't want to keep loving you from afar. I don’t want to run away, fearing that one day I will lose you if it also keeps you far from my arms.” He presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and whispering the last few words full of emotion, "If I still lose you...”

"God, Miguel..." You crumble once again and hug him tightly. "I love you so much," you confess in the midst of tears. "I’m afraid too, we are both spider people, we both risk our lives to prevent Multiverse from collapsing… our job is dangerous and it is painful to think about the great possibility that I could lose you,” You look into his eyes, holding his face in your hands. "But it hurts more to have you so close, and not by my side."

"I know..." He whispers as he leans towards your sweet touch. “I'm such an idiot. I thought I was protecting you from the pain, but in reality, I hurt you even more.” He stares into your eyes, his gaze full of remorse. "You could forgive this fool in love?"

You laugh softly and Miguel swears that his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, you look at him with a mischievous smile. "Hmm, I don't know..."

Miguel groans and looks at you with desperation, as if he needed to hear that he has been forgiven to be calm. "Love, please..." He whimpers softly against your neck, kissing it sensually.

Your grin becomes wider and playful. You take his chin and make him look into your eyes. "But you sound so nice, Miguelito~” You purr. “Do it again~”

Shit...

Miguel feels how his cheeks redden and he short circuits when he hears your playful and dominant voice. It was a side of you that he had never seen. Or rather, one he never tried to get to know. He was so obsessed with controlling everything that he never realized that he kept you from expressing yourself around him.

Damn ... he definitely deserves to beg to you.

"My love..." He kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "Please, I beg you... Forgive me. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight of the most stoic and stubborn man in the multiverse kneeling in front of you, begging like a dog. Is this a dream? More like a miracle.

"Wow... You really missed me, didn't you, Miguelito~?"

Miguel takes your hand and kisses your palm, staring into your eyes. "You have no idea." He whispers. Your heart skips a beat, blood rushing through your veins at an extreme speed. You feel the love that this man has for you and you cannot avoid the genuine smile that grows in your face.

You place your arms around his neck and you kiss his cheek. "I forgive you. Show me exactly how sorry you are~"

It takes Miguel less than two seconds before he is on top of you, your back on the sofa while his knee separates your legs. It seems as if all your confidence disappears as soon as Miguel touches you, his large hands gripping your waist. You feel tempted to deviate your gaze, but his crimson eyes keep you paralyzed under their intensity, full of lust.

"Oh baby..." he lets out a soft growl as his lips brush against your neck, making you shiver once more. “Eres mía~” (You’re mine~)

His fingers quickly disrobe you, his lips kissing every inch of your soft skin. His breathing quickens, breathing hot and heavy as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, hand groping the other. He lets out soft grunts and moans of pleasure as he worships your chest, sucking and biting, leaving wet hot marks on your skin.

You grab onto his hair, your back arching off from the couch as he continues his assault. He lets out a particularly long groan when he feels you grind your wet pussy on his knee. He chuckles darkly and presses onto you even harder, making you shiver and moan in delight.

“That’s it mami…” he growls, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. “Grind that needy pussy on me… make yourself feel good.”

A sound of pleasure escapes from your lips. You close your eyes and decide to immerse yourself in the pleasure that both have refused for too long— no longer wanting to deprive your body of what it craves; and your heart from the one you love.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking against his clothed knee, soaking the nanotech fabric. He can only watch in awe how easy it was to reduce you to a sensitive mess— rubbing and pressing his thigh against your throbbing pussy, gripping your hips tighter as he guides you.

“Oh fuckkkk… Miguel…” The way you so readily give your body to him— it awakens a primal side to him that even he didn’t realize he had. The need to explore how many times he can make you cum without fucking you with his cock had his mind reeling from the possibilities.

Should he finger you now? Should he make you cum on his tongue? Ride his face?

“Miguel… oh Miguel~” you mewl, the squelching sound of your juices on his leg echoing in the room. Small puffs of hot air leave past your lips, your hips bucking so needy and desperate for friction.

However the night ends, what he does know is that he so desperately craves to hear you whine his name like that again.

“Come on, cariño…” he keeps rutting your hips against his thigh, now unclothed as his dick strains against the nanotech clothing that covers his groin. “What do you need~?”

“Need you…” You pant out, chest heaving rapidly. “Need you inside… please Miguel~”

He chuckles darkly. “Already? But baby, we just started~” He teases, slowing down the rubbing against your clit, making you whine in frustration.

“Fuck that! I missed you, maldito!” You growl, making Miguel’s eyes widen when you voice out your frustrations.

This makes Miguel chuckle heartedly, gazing down at you with affection and primal lust. “You missed my cock that much, baby~?”

“Not your cock. You.” This startles Miguel, actually making him blush. His chest fills with so much love and affection for you. God, he needs you so badly.

“Te amo, mi arañita…” (I love you, my little spider…) Miguel murmurs softly before leaning down and claiming your lips softly. A low moans escape from your lips as you feel just how serious he is. “Missed you… missed your touch…” he breathes out against your neck once he pulls away, his lips brushing against your skin. Miguel shivers and groans, loving the way your warm, soft skin feels against his. You can only watch as he worships you, too paralyzed by this feeling to speak. “Missed your smell…” he inhales your scent softly before pressing a kiss on your neck. “Missed your voice… let me hear it please…”

“Ahhhh… Miguel…” you find your voice, breathing out your response as your chest rises and falls rapidly, trembling underneath him.

“Fuck…” he groans from your needy voice. Miguel trails wet kisses down your hot skin, licking away your sweat. His fangs lightly graze your thighs, teasing you with his tongue. He chuckles when you arch your back, whimpering his name, begging to take you— to do something already!

He grins as he kisses the inside of your thigh. “You’ve never been very patient.”

You whine, your hand making it’s way to his hair and tugging him closer to your throbbing pussy. He chuckles and licks a long, agonizing swipe along your glistening folds, making you groan in response. “Good thing I’ve never been very patient either~”

Miguel takes his time, swirling his tongue, lapping up your juices— yet, the way that he grips your thighs, so close to digging his claws into your skin while he groans from your taste— it only makes him look more desperate and feral than when he first begged for you.

You jolt and shiver in delight, the drag of his fat, warm tongue bringing you to heights of pleasure you only had the joy of experiencing with Miguel. The feelings of pleasure were so delicious and excruciating, it makes you buck your hips against his face. You grind your pussy on his face unashamedly, his nose brushing against your clit deliciously.

Watching from below, how your hips arch and you tug harder on his hair is all that Miguel needed to die happily. His groans and harsh breathing muffled by your desperate grinding.

“Mmm… shlppp… mmnh…” His eyes remain trained on your cute expressions, a particularly harsh suck of your clit eliciting a whiny moan from you that had him reeling.

“Fuck… Miguel…! I’m so close!” You whine so pretty and needy. His claws digging dig into your thighs, pressing his face harder against your cunt as he eats you out like an animal.

Miguel moans against your cunt, murmuring for you to cum on his tongue, to do it now. It comes out a wet, muffled mess, but you didn’t care. You were already a moaning mess as you came, spreading your juices all over Miguel’s face. His tongue works on your core like a man dying of thirst, lapping up every drop of your juices and overstimulating the fuck out of you. He never came up for air, submerged between your thighs, delving his tongue deeper, sucking harder. This is where he belongs.

“Mi— Miguel! It’s too much..!” You whine, trying to push his head away but he’s glued to your pussy— and he’s not moving until he’s licked you clean.

After a few more seconds, he gives your pussy one last lick before he comes back up, his tongue hanging out as he smiles smugly. You twitch and writhe underneath him from the overstimulation, gazing at him with a satisfied and dazed expression. He tantalizingly drags his long tongue around his mouth, lips, chin… cleaning up your cum from his face, making sure you watch. “Dios mío, que rico sabes mami~” (My god, you taste delicious mami~)

You whimper, your hole twitching at the erotic display. Miguel watches as your pussy flutters with primal lust, smiling at you like a predator. “You liked that, baby? Do you still want more?”

Before you could respond, Miguel is on top of you, claiming your lips in a hot, sensual kiss. You groan at the taste of yourself on his lips, this only turning you on even further. He grips your ass, bringing your wet core towards his now fully unclothed and erect cock.

“Mmmngh… mmnh… ahhhhh…” You whimper into the kiss as he grinds his cock against your sensitive folds, spreading your juices all over.

“You want this cock, baby? Huh? I can’t hear you. Tell me how badly you want me. Tell me. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.” Miguel whispered into your ear as he kept grinding himself against you, teasing you once again. You can only cry out, frustration building up inside of you as you feel your hole squeezing against nothing, craving his thick cock.

“Please… Miguel…”

“Dime lo que quieres preciosa… ¿quieres que te lo meta? ¿Sí? ¿Quieres que te coja?” (Tell me what you want, precious… you want me to put it in? Yeah? You want me to fuck you?)

“Yes, Miguel! Just… please!”

As much as he loves teasing you, he needed to nestle his cock inside of you. Right. Now.

“M’gonna bury this cock deep inside you… make sure your pussy remembers the shape of my cock…” He chuckles as he lines himself up with your hole and slowly pushes his cock past that first, tight ring inside your cunt. “Fuck… such a tight fit… bet you didn’t fuck anyone with a dick as big as mine…” he groans and pushes further. “no other cock can stretch you out like mine can…”

“No one… only you…” you breathe out in satisfaction as you finally feel your pussy getting full. “M’so full…”

Miguel lets out a string of curses and groans at the feeling of your tight pussy pulsating around him. “Yeah, that’s right baby… only my cock can fill you up this good.” He smirks as he looks down at you, caged between his arms and large body. “Gonna let me fuck this pussy, huh? Want me to pound you until you can’t think?”

“Yes, Miguel! Yes!”

That’s all the confirmation he needed before he started rutting his hips against yours at a fast pace. No time to start slow, no. This is the type of desperate and primal sex that lovers have after they’ve gone a long time without seeing each other. The type that builds up overtime only to be released in the heated thrust of each other’s hips. The type that has you moaning out gibberish and wrapping your arms and legs around him as Miguel thrusts his hard cock inside, going feral on your pussy.

“Fuck… I missed this… I missed you…” Miguel grunts with every thrust, small puffs of air leaving his lips as he ruts even faster, deeper. His muscles flex with every movement. He presses his hot body against yours, feeling your tits brush against his chest with every thrust.

“M-Miguel… please… harder!” You moan, digging your nails into his broad back.

“Yes…” his voice is so rough, so hungry that it’s almost jarring. Every word he says, every look on his face seems to radiate his intense feelings for you.

He needs you, oh, does he need you.

His arms are like steel on your body, keeping you still within his grasp, and he makes you feel every inch of him, pounding himself into you in a frenzy. This is what he had been looking for, needing. He fills your entire existence for just a moment, completely and utterly enraptured by you.

“Te amo… te amo tanto…” (I love you… I love you so much…) he whispers into your ear, biting and sucking on it. One of his hands makes its way between your legs as he rubs your clit. “Ven conmigo, bebé… I need you to cum with me…” (Come with me, baby…)

“Miguel! Ohh… I’m g- Mmm… Ahhhh~!” Your moans are muffled by his lips against yours. The pounding of his cock, his thumb rubbing your pussy, and this hot, searing kiss was all you needed to finally let go. Squelching hot cum bathes Miguel’s cock and balls as you tremble and writhe in ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby… god, you did so good…” he groans, placing your forehead against his as he ruts his hips faster. Grunting as he chases his own release. Not long after, Miguel is cumming inside your pussy, spurting hot loads of his cum so deep you can feel it in your womb. The moans he lets out sound so raw and desperate, you feel like you’re watching a whole other person.

He sighs in satisfaction, pressing a kiss on your forehead before laying down besides you. He pulls you into his body, his cock twitching as he keeps it nestled deep inside your cunt.

“Fuck… I don’t think I’ve ever come this much…” Miguel lets out a breathy laugh and you look at him in awe. The afterglow of your session makes him look so… ethereal. You blush and involuntarily clench your pussy around his cock.

Miguel chuckles. “I felt that, preciosa~”

You roll your eyes and look away from him, flustered. “Then take it out!”

“Mmm… why should I~? I very much prefer having you close like this.” Miguel inhales in your scent and presses a tender kiss on your neck. The action flusters you further, making you blush at his sweetness and his opposing teasing.

“Te amo, mi vida…” (I love you, my life..) He whispers softly as he closes his eyes, bringing you closer into his embrace.

You smile softly and close your eyes as well, slowly dozing off. Not before you utter the same words back, “Te amo, Miguelito~”

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Scrim nods his head once and climbs the palace to the other side to aid you in your escape.

You watch through the corner of the window as one of Other Friend’s cats approaches him. His face twists in annoyance and then into a pleased expression as he struts out of the room, leaving your best friend heaving on the cold floor of the dark, barren room, barely illuminated by the moonlight.

Once you see that the coast is clear, you open the window slowly to avoid any creaking that may alert any of Other Friend’s cats and quickly get inside.

You approach Friend softly, his dull eyes brightening once he sees you. “Friend!” You whisper softly, your best friend’s attention instantly on you as you kneel down and gently cradle his body. “Oh god, what has he done to you? I’m so sorry…” You cry.

You gently remove the tape covering his mouth and try to remove his restraints. Even in his battered state, Friend manages to smile. “I’m okay… I’m just glad that he didn’t hurt you.”

You roll your eyes and laugh softly through your tears. “You’re such a bad liar.” Now that you’re close to Friend, you can see just how serious the wounds are. It makes you want to start crying all over again. “This is all my fault… I promise I’m going to get you out of here one way or another.” You keep working on the ropes that bind him, but they’re too strong to be removed manually.

Friend nods and then looks at you with a concerned and confused expression. “What… even is this place?”

“I don’t know. At first I thought I was dreaming, but it quickly turned into something much worse.” You look at Friend, caressing your palm on his cheek gently. “I’m sorry…”

He chuckles and winces in pain. Your expression grows with concern as you try to comfort him. “What are you apologizing for? It’s not like any of us would believe this place is real.”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty because you had wished that this place was real. You feel like it’s your fault it came true.

“Stop overthinking it.” Friend snaps you out of your inner turmoil. “Let’s get out of here before he comes back.”

“He have to leave through the tiny door in one of the bedrooms… do you think you could crawl?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “I think it’s about one of the few things I can still do right now.”

You chuckle in response, glad that your best friend is still the same as ever. “I’m going to carry you as best as I can for the time being, alright? At least until I can find something to cut the ropes with.”

You slowly open the door and check to see if the hallway is safe to walk in. You grab Friend gently, pulling him onto your back as you carefully, with small steps, make your way to the bedroom where everything started.

You huff and sigh in relief as you place your heavy friend on the bed. You quickly make your way through the darkness of the room, looking for its light switch before it was turned on for you.

Your blood freezes and your heart stops beating as you slowly turn around to find Other Friend, grinning by the door frame.

“Ahh, Sweetheart! It seems like you’ve found the second part of your surprise all on your own! How quaint.”

“Stay back!” You yell at Other Friend, running towards your best friend and shielding him from his transgressor. “Don’t take one step closer!”

“No… run…” Friend croaks but you ignore his weak pleas. You weren’t going run away. Not anymore.

Friend grins wide, eerily so. A malicious aura emanating from him stands by the door, looming above you. His voice, however, is sweet and hypnotic, an attempt to lull you into that false sense of security.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you really protecting that sad excuse for a friend?” His voice is soft, yet condescending. “After all he’s done to you, I thought you’d be rejoicing at this.”

“Well you thought wrong! I would never want this to happen to anyone I care about! If you were my best friend, you’d know that.” You say firmly, glaring at him as you deliver the blow. “But you’re not.”

Other Friend’s face darkens at those words. “You’re right. I’m not your best friend,” Suddenly, he’s right in front of you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up as you thrash against his grasp. He grips your shoulders tightly and brings you close, his black, button eyes piercing yours with an expression of raw obsession. “I’m better.”

He pushes you onto a chair that materializes out of nowhere and you land on the cushions with a groan. The armrests curl around your arms, effectively restraining you to the chair. You growl as you try to pull your arms away with no avail.

Other Friends chuckles deviously as he stalks closer to you. “I know you better than anyone, darling! Did you really think I’d fall for such a simple distraction.” He leans down and grabs your chin with a tight squeeze. “Scheming with the vermin, trying to escape your lover’s grasp? While I expected it, I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt.” His face softens as his hold on your face turns into a soft caress. “However, I’m willing to let this all go… If you agree to stay.”

“You’re crazy! I’m not letting you sow buttons into my eyes!”

Other Friend laughs darkly as he leaves your side, walking towards your real best friend. Your eyes widen and you thrash harder against the hold of the chair as you scream profanities at Other Friend.

Other Friend grabs his doppelgänger’s hair and pulls on it, pressing a pair of sharp scissors against his neck. A startled gasp leaves Friend and you can’t help but tremble in fear at what this monster is capable of. “You should watch your tone, Sweetheart. Lest you’d want his blood to soil the bed we shared last night~”

The remainder stings as tears prick the corner of your eyes. “Don’t… don’t hurt him. Please…” You whimper, afraid for your own best friend’s safety.

“Oh sweetheart, why do you cry? This bastard doesn’t deserve not one tear from your beautiful eyes. He’s getting what he deserves.”

Other Friend turns to Friend, pulling his hair harder, making Friend moan out in pain. “Do you know why I’m here, Friend? It’s because you are a bad friend. You don’t know how to appreciate them the way I do. You cancel plans on them, you barely spend time with them, and worst of all, you neglected their feelings, you oblivious piece of shit. But not me. No. I know how much they’re worth and I made sure to show them every single time you were away~ which was basically all the time!” Other Friend laughs maniacally as he pulls Friend to the floor by his hair; Friend letting out a cry of pain.

The cries from Friend only make your desperation grow as you cry and scream at Other Friend to stop.

“But really, I must thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had this opportunity to meet the love of my life. So thank you for being a horrible friend, because now, I will take your place in their heart.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry…” Friend cries at you, begging for your forgiveness.

It breaks your heart even further. “No! Stop! I’m sorry!” You sniffle. “I’m the one who should have told you how I felt instead of running away from my feelings…” Your breaths come out shaky and uneven as tears keep flowing.

“Oh, how touching.” Other Friend says in a condescending voice. “But this is not the part in the story where you confess your feelings for each other and you run off into the sunset.”

Other Friend grins maniacally as he kneels down on Friend’s back and pulls him by the hair again, pressing the scissors to his throat. “This is the part where I remind you that you’re mine!” He presses the scissors’s tip on Friend’s skin, drawing blood as Friend cries out.

“No! Stop! Please!” You ugly cry, not caring how pathetic you may look as your friend’s life is on the line. You beg and plead in your mind, wanting oh so desperately to protect Friend from him. You think of Scrim and you hope with all of your heart and soul that he’ll appear to help.

As if reading your thoughts, Other Friend grins wickedly. “That vermin didn’t think twice before leaving this realm, right through that door.” He chuckles as you look at the slightly opened door, your heart sinking. “So if you think that help is on the way… Well, you thought wrong.”

“Choose, my dear. Either come live with me willingly and sow buttons into your eyes to spare your pathetic friend… or deny me again and I’ll make sure to end his privileged little life before I take you with me.”

Either way, you know Other Friend would end up killing Friend. There’s no way he’d spare him knowing that you’re in love with him still. He must be the only person in your heart, and he can’t have anyone interfere with that. You must come up with something.

Speaking of, where’d he go? You frown slightly until one of the cats gently nudge your hand. You look over at it and it presents you with an envelope. You take it gently and open it to read it’s contents:

My dearest Sweetheart,

I hope you slept well~ I’ll admit, after last night, I couldn’t sleep a wink knowing that such a beautiful deity such as yourself felt safe enough to not only share their body with me, but sleep soundly in my arms as well~

As a thank you for coming into my life, I want to finally share that surprise that I was so secretive about. Once you feel comfortable, feel free to come to the dining room.

P.S. I left a little present in the bathroom for you to wear for this evening~ Sorry not sorry for ruining your old clothes. :)

Love, Friend~

A smile curled up on your lips as you read the note. With a spring to your step, you take a shower and make yourself look presentable. You peer down at your clothes, decorated as if you were wearing the very night sky on your body. Other Friend was extremely talented. You wanted to thank him personally, and to be honest, you were excited to see him again after the night you spent together.

You make your way down the stairs and into the dining room where Other Friend was preparing something very delicious from what you could tell from the smell. He turns around and gives you an affectionate smile, his cheeks rosy as he gazes at your figure wrapped in his latest clothing that he made just for you.

“Sweetheart, you look like a dream~” He says, his voice soft and tender.

You blush and smile brightly at him. “Thank you. I have you to thank for that, these clothes really fit me like a glove.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I did nothing of the sort. You were already stunning, with or without these clothes.” He smirks as he makes his way towards you, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he gives you a mischievous grin. “Especially without~”

You blush and roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah yeah…” You look over his shoulder, your gaze landing on the stove. “So what’s for dinner?”

He chuckles and guides you to sit down as he finishes up in the kitchen and serves you your ultimate favorite food. You thank him and devour it with the upmost enjoyment. He stares at you lovingly as you eat the food he prepared for you, his hand on his chin as he leans forward on the table.

You notice him staring at you and blush with embarrassment. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about how I wouldn’t mind doing this every day~” Friend utters dreamily.

You give him a soft smile. “Really?”

“Yes. I think… you’re ready for the first part of my surprise.”

You squirm excitedly in your seat as you see Other Friend push a small box in front of you, gesturing for you to open it.

Your excitement turns into confusion as you stare at the contents inside the box.

“Buttons and… thread?” You glance up at Other Friend, hoping he’ll explain.

He grins widely and clasps your hands in his gently, clearly ecstatic about this which you clearly don’t understand. “Yes! But not just that, this is how we can remain together~”

Your eyes fall back onto the buttons inside the box; buttons that seem eerily similar to those that Other Friend wore on his face…

You gaze back into Other Friend’s eyes as they gaze at you lovingly. However, you only felt the coldness of your blood rushing through your body as you realize what he’s implying.

“Y-… You want to sow buttons into my eyes…?” You ask cautiously, your throat suddenly dry.

His face brightens further and you can’t help but to feel slightly sick as you gaze at him. “You’re so smart, sweetheart! I knew you’d piece it together!”

“Uhh…” You look away, your breathing growing shallow.

As if broken out of a haze, you come to realize that all you’ve been doing up to now has been… real.

Which means…

You gaze up at Other Friend that still gazes at you fondly and you hear the voice of Scrim in the back of your mind acting like your conscious.

Forget about the mechanics about how in the world this is even possible. You have garnered the attention of someone that clearly isn’t human. And you suddenly get the feeling that whatever this Other Friend is, he has no intention of letting you go.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? I know this is a lot to take in at once, but this would be great for the both of us! You’ll see, I’ll take great care of you~” His grin widens to a scary degree and you can’t help but feel your stomach drop as all of the danger signals are ringing in your head.

Deep breaths. Stay calm, you can do this.

You gaze at Other Friend and reciprocate his smile. “Thank you, Friend. Can you give me some time to think about it? I just… want to be sure.”

His gaze softens and he nods. He bought it. “Of course, my love. Anything for you. I know it seems scary, but I want you to be comfortable, okay?”

You nod with a smile, hoping it was convincing enough.

Apparently it was, as Other Friend went to take care of something while you took a breather outside on the front porch.

Your knees almost collapse as you feel the world around you become blurry and distorted. You couldn’t tell what was real anymore, but you could feel a chill go through your body as a small breeze brushes against the warm tears freshly fallen on your face. You attempt to wipe them away, but the tears are never ending. In the middle of your breakdown, you hear a soft meow comfort you out of it.

You look down at your feet and almost scream from joy. “It’s you… Scrim.”

He bows his head in acknowledgment. “It is I.” He stares at you a few moments in silence before uttering his next words with sympathy. “You have seen the truth.”

You nod and sniffle, composing yourself. You look around at the perimeter of the Pink Palace, and the more you focus, the more everything begins to distort as if it’s all a mirage. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“No, it is not.”

You take a sharp breath. “What is this place?”

“It is what he wants it to be.” Scrim stretches his limbs and leans closer to you.

You chuckle and with its permission, you scratch it behind its ear. “Cryptic.”

He huffs and pulls away, looking at you once again. “Think, human. This place is besides your world. What do you think it is?”

Once you think it over, your voice shakes as you utter your response. “…it’s a cage.”

“A pretty one indeed.”

“He wants to sow buttons into my eyes. He… He wants to keep me here…But why?”

“Look around you, human. Everything is made by him. Except you.”

“And you.”

He nods his head in affirmation. “Yes, but this cage wasn’t meant for me. It was meant to keep the one he loves most inside”

You gaze out into the starry night sky, not knowing how to feel. You start wondering what would happen if you were to just walk away from here… would you be able to escape? “…am I really trapped?”

Scrim stretches its limbs. “No. However, your mind and heart is weak. You’ve become dependent on him. And you can’t escape unless you truly break free. Mentally and emotionally.”

You ponder on his words in silence, feeling a sort of shame for falling for his charms and being swayed by his words so easily. Your thoughts lead to the friends you’ve left behind, who must be worried sick about your whereabouts. You were so engulfed in how you felt that you never thought about how your actions affected the people who care about you.

You purse your lips as you ponder on what to do next. Scrim senses your internal turmoil and calls out to you. “Follow me. You must see the who he truly is.”

You follow Scrim as it takes you behind the Pink Palace. It swiftly makes its way to the top and you try to keep up, slowly scaling the wooden planks nailed to the outside walls of the structure. You manage to catch your breath once you join Scrim on the roof.

“Remind me why we couldn’t have taken the stairs?” You pant.

“We mustn’t alert his presence. Not until you see what he’s truly capable of.” Scrim says in a stern voice, gesturing for you to look through the window.

You turn your head, you peer inside the dark room, waiting for your eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness. Once you do, a scream almost bursts through your lips. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you gaze at the horrific scene before you.

It was Friend, your true friend, bloody and battered on the floor, his body trembling as he took in shallow breaths. Tears stream down your cheeks once you see Other Friend standing above him with a malicious grin.

You quickly cower away from the window, afraid of being caught. You stifle your cries and try to calm yourself down. Scrim looks at you with pity and nuzzles his head against your leg in an attempt to comfort you, which brings you back to reality.

“Scrim, what do I do?” You whisper, your voice trembling. “Oh god, I’m so stupid… I can’t believe I let this happen…”

“It is not your fault, human. It was his plan from the beginning. To lull you into a false sense of comfort and to remove the people you care for the most. That way, you would only rely on him.”

A surge of rage rushed within you and you felt a newfound sense of determination. You had to rescue your best friend. No matter what it takes.